I had worked late this night, and as always he came and picked me up for work. Our usual routine, I give him gas money, and something to eat. He runs in the store and gets me some smokes and some whine coolers to cool down with after my long day at work. We are sitting in my driveway, I have just finished off my third cooler, and working on the forth, I’m not yet ready to get out yet. We sit there for a while, just talking and listening to the radio. Were just fooling around, teasing each other at first, but then things get a little out of hand. I have scooted next to him, sitting on the console between the seats. A song comes on the radio Creeds’ Higher. He begins to sing in my ear. His voice sends shivers up and down my spine; he knows he is driving me crazy. As he sings, I move closer to him, letting my fingers trace the outlines of his chest. He lifts his finger as if to tell my “no”. With a quick motion of my mouth, I begin to suck and lick his finger; something I know drives him as equally crazy. As I move mouth up and down, over his finger, his head tilts back and I hear a soft moan escape his lips. And so went the First Night.
She stands by the door waiting patiently for his truck lights to come around the corner. As he pulls into the she steps back and heads to her room. Not wanting to seem to eager, she waits for him to come to the door before exiting again. She lets him knock before going to the door. She opens it with an innocent smile; he gives her quick kiss on the lips. He waits for her to tell her parents that she is leaving, and then walks beside her out to his truck. The ride is silent except for a few questions here and there. He ask her what she would like to do, she gives a small shrug and replies, “it doesn’t matter”. When he suggest going back to his house she tell him that is fine, but then turns her head to look out the window so he cant see the large grin she tries so hard to hide. She couldn’t help it, she had been waiting for this night from the first time she heard his voice. He turns up the volume on the radio, knowing that the conversation isn’t going to go much further than that. She feels him looking at her, and she hopes he doesn’t sense her eagerness.
They had talked about it, but never really said when. She knows he’s not the type to push her into do anything, he had always said “when she was ready.” Little did he know it wasn’t going to take much pursuing tonight? As they close into town, he reaches to turn the volume down to ask her if she would like anything to drink before they got to his house. She answers with a shy “no” as he reaches to hold her hand as he drives. Pulling into his driveway, her eagerness begins to die into nervousness. After getting out, he follows closely behind her as they walk up the stairs. She stands patiently on the porch waiting for him to open the door. Following behind him, neither speak a word as they enter his house. Showing her around, she stays silent, only uttering a quiet “its nice” when he is through. She his hoping he cannot sense her now nervousness. As she looks around he realizes she is looking for a place to sit. He pulls out a chair for her to sit in, and offers it to her. Still not speaking, she sits quietly. With her sitting in the chair and him on the end of the bed, they kill time by chatting. Looking at him, not yet being able to read his looks, she cannot tell if he is nervous, as she is, impatient, or not worried about it.