Prudence's POV
I hope that Paul didn't know that my palms were sweating. Well, I bet he knew, because he was holding my hand tightly. He was still wearing the silly disguise, and I still could feel the rough fake moustache on my neck. It tickled so much, but it felt rather good. I don't know why. Well, yes, that's me. Thinking that all kinds of not good feelings good. I'm very strange, yes, I know, but then again…I don't care.
We were walking quite fast. I guess that he was starting to feel very uncomfortable wearing the silly disguise. I knew that he had the urge to remove the fake moustache, but he must wait until we're in his place.
We walked in to a seven-storey's flat, and quietly climbed up the staircase so we wouldn't disturb anyone. He shoved his hand inside his pocket, and pulled out his key. He unlocked the door, and we walked in.
"You can sit on the couch," he said to me as he removed his fake moustache.
I nervously sat on his comfy couch, and watched him remove his coat and hat. He walked towards me, and sat very close beside me on the couch. My heart was racing, and I was trembling as he held my hand.
"You're trembling," he said to me. He leaned his body closer to mine, and I leaned back to avoid his perfect lips.
"I'm not trembling," I said to him softly and shook my head.
"Yes, you are," he said and leaned closer until my head was resting on the arm of the couch.
Here they come, Paul McCartney's sweet lips. I slowly closed my eyes, as he gently pressed his lips against mine. I sighed, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer, and our bodies touched. I started to have goosebumps, but it felt very good to me. Was I excited?
"There you go," he said to me, and then his kiss got deeper.
I gasped as I slightly opened my mouth, and he slid his tongue in. Would it go further? I tried to part my lips from his, but I just couldn't do it because he kept on kissing me harder. My body was trembling even more, and I felt his hand unbuttoning the buttons of my blouse.
"It's okay, love," he whispered to me.
"Please, stop, Paul," I said to him gently. "I can't go that far."
"Alright." He said and sat on the couch while looking at me.
I looked at him with kind eyes, but without a smile at all as I buttoned my blouse, and tucked it inside my skirt. I pursed my lips, and managed a smile for him.
"I'm sorry, Paul," I apologized to him gently. "I'm not ready for it. I don't know why I'm so afraid to go further. I want to, but…"
"I understand, love," he said and set his index finger upon my lips. He leaned his face closer to mine, and he smiled at me. "I understand."
"Thank you for understanding, Paul," I thanked him. "I think I'm not good at it."
"At what?" he asked me, and removed his finger from my lips.
"At having an affair," she said.
"Well, it's your first time, right?"
"Yes."
"It's all right, then. We'll do it when you're ready."
I planted a kiss on his lips, and hugged him. He wrapped me around his arms, and it was the warmest embrace I've ever been in. He smelled very good, and his soft hair was gently tickling my nose. It was very nice to be hugged by him. I felt warm and tingling inside. When I was about to let go, he hugged me tighter. Apparently, he didn't want to let me go. He wanted to hold me tight around his arms. The song began to play in my head... "So hold (hold) me tight (me tight) tonight (tonight), tonight (tonight). It's you...you, you, you." My head should probably shut up right now.