Sharpay

We're both lying on my bed. I have my back pressed up against the soft silk of the sheets. Troy is above me, he's softly kissing my neck, I've never felt so much joy in my life. The feeling of his lips caressing my neck is both joyful and pleasurable. His soft lips are slowly gliding across my skin and as he hits the sensitive parts of my neck, I feel a moan building up in my throat. I don't want to scare him by moaning but maybe, just maybe the moaning might be a good thing. I've never been in this situation before. I've never felt so much pleasure and desire in my entire life. Right here, right now is the most amazing thing that I've ever experienced and I don't want it to ever stop. I don't know where to put my hands. I'm scared in case I place them in the wrong place and he becomes angry with me, but then I think about it some more, I don't think that Troy would ever get angry with me, he doesn't seem to have an angry bone in his body. I close my eyes and sigh.

"Troy?" I ask him

"Yeah?" He mumbles into my neck

"I know that this moment is beautiful and all," I say to him. "but I don't know what to do with my hands, where to put them."

He breaks away from my neck and smiles at me. "You can put them anywhere," he says to me. "You don't have to be nervous about this, trust me, I don't mind where you put them."

I nod and him and I place my hands on his back, grabbing hold of his t-shirt. I trail my fingers down to the bottom of it and I start to raise it up his body. I've always wanted to see what Troy Bolton's body looks like. I've always imagined it to be the most perfect body in the world, with his ripped pecks, abs and bulging biceps. I raise his t-shirt up to his shoulder and raise it to the nape of his neck, he sits up slowly and I follow him up too. He raises his hands in the air for me to raise it over his head, which is what I do. I raise it up his biceps which are huge, their bulging and I just want to place my hands on them but I need to get his t-shirt off. I need to see what his body looks like. I haven't yet sneaked a peek of it yet because I want it to be the most perfect moment and where I could just stare at it for as long as I want without leaving him with his arms raised in the air, because that, that would be totally embarrassing and would ruin the moment and I don't it to ruin the moment, I want it to be the most perfect thing that I've ever experienced and being here with Troy is the most perfect thing that could ever happen to me, it'll be something that I'll always remember. My first time. And not only my first time, but my first time is with Troy Bolton.

I raise his t-shirt over his arms and I drop it down to the side. Now I can look at his body and hope that it's as perfect as I imagined. I lower my gaze down to his stomach, and there they are, his perfectly ripped abs. I move my hand to his abs and I stroke my fingers softly across them, every bump, my fingertips start to tingle. I feel his fingertips stroking up my arm softly. A tingling sensation shoots up my arm, I slowly look up at him and I gaze into those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his, they're gazing down at me and that smile of his, oh god, he now knows what that smile does to me. I my feel my knees starting to buckle but as they're about to buckle, I feel his hand placed on the small of my back. He's keeping me up, what a gentleman.

"Are you okay?" He asks me with a soft tone in his voice.

I give him a small nod. I'm nervous, absolutely nervous but I don't want him to know that. I want him to think that I'm not as nervous as I am. I'm shaking inside. He knows that I'm nervous but he doesn't know how nervous I really am. He takes my hand in his and laces his fingers through mine, I look down at my hand in his and I gaze back up into his eyes.

"Are you nervous?" He asks me

I nod.

"Me too," he admits.

At least I'm not the only one.

He strokes his hand which is on the small of my back up my back, stroking his fingertips along the fabric of my dress. I'm wearing something that I would never usually wear, I'm wearing a white summer dress, no pink, no rhinestones, just a simple, white, flowing summer dress. I wanted Troy to see what I actually looked like in something simple, so he actually likes me for me and not because he can't help but look at me because of what I'm wearing.

I feel his hand stroke the top of the dress and his other finger caressing my skin. His fingertips are so soft and he's so gentle with me. I've never met somebody who was so gentle. He actually cares about me and this moment couldn't get any better, well, it could, he could tell me that he loves me, but that's never gonna happen. I've got distracted by my thoughts again and the next thing I know is that my dress is being slide off by him. His fingertips are stroking my skin as it lowers down, the strap of my dress is now hanging at my wrist, he slides it over it as gently as he could, both of my straps are now dangling at my side. My dress is sitting on my hips and his hands are placed on them.

I feel like I'm doing nothing and I don't want to do nothing. I lean towards him and I kiss his forehead softly. I feel his hand moving up to my breasts, his hand is now cupped on my breast, I've never felt this feeling before, this is a beautiful feeling. I feel a shiver travelling up my body, up my spine, but it's not a shiver, I think, I think it's an orgasm. Wow, I've never actually had one of these before. They're good, really good. I want more. I want another orgasm but I can't just tell him to do more, can I?

"Is this okay for you, Sharpay?" He asks me.

What do you know, you can ask him.

"Oh yeah," I reply. "But I want more."

He smiles. "Then I'll give you more." He says to me.

"Troy," I say to him.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"This is the most amazing thing that I've ever experienced," I say to him. "I've never felt anything so good in my life."

He looks up at me and flashes me that beautiful smile of his, but this time, it has a slight quirk to it. "Sharpay," he says to me. "I haven't even started yet, this is just the beginning."

I'm shocked, this is just the beginning. This is amazing. This is the best thing that I've ever experienced in my life. It's exhilarating. Pleasurable. I can't even explain this feeling and there's gonna be more. Holy sweet Jesus.

He leans down to the nape of my neck and kisses it softly. I place my hands on his muscular back and I slowly lie down on the bed, pulling him down with me. I close my eyes and I stroke my hands up and down his back. Oh god, it's so beautiful. He's so beautiful. I can feel it again. I can feel another moan building up in my throat but I'm not afraid this time to allow it to escape, I want him to hear me moan, I want him to know that he's pleasuring me. I allow the moan to glide up my throat and escape through my mouth. I arch my back up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. This is beautiful. This is amazing and according to him. He hasn't even started yet. If he hasn't even started yet with me right here, right now, I can't wait for the rest.