My Boyfriend’s First Time

I text him, asking if he’s ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my phone buzzes and I smile. His text says “Yes, I’ll meet you half way. See you soon.” There’s a smiley face at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents’ bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing seconds pass with no sound. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our house. Once I’m downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and spray myself with an extra spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to make sure it’s as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp night air reach my face and I take a deep breath, smiling. It’s just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising goose bumps. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the locks from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents’ bedroom window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my phone, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my chest, threatening to burst. The night air feels nice on my skin. At first it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his open arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He’s smiling, I can feel his grin against the side of my head. He stands a few inches taller than me, around 5’7 or 5’8. I stand at only 5’4 or 5’5. He isn’t ripped, but he’s definitely fit. His figure is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks good. He has a handsome face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized nose that’s symmetrically placed on his face. He’s got rich brown eyes, the kind that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so full of life. I have brown eyes too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mood, from almost black to almost hazel. But most often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown (check my profile pictures, even in my pictures you can see the shift in my eye color) and my eyes have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose pink lips that contrast with my light skin. My lips also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red (again, check my profile pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip color. My lips are naturally colored in all of my pictures) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to kiss. He’s a much, much better kisser now. Just the sensation of him kissing my heart flutter. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He’s a great conversationalist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two bedroom apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first time I’ve been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to change into them. I have simple, loose fitting shorts that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a thin black T-shirt to match. Of course I have my usual black lace undergarments on underneath.