Jaime sat on her balcony the following morning, looking at the mountains. The rising eastern sun shined down beautifully on the western range. A cup of hot cocoa in her hand, legs crossed under her, she pondered about her relationship with André. She was in love, she told herself. It didn't matter she had only known him for 4 months. She intellectually knew that being so sheltered and inexperienced, never having had a real boyfriend like this, could potentially signal a naïve and unschooled love. I don't care, she thought, I'm happy right now. I need to just go for it and risk it all. If the worst happens I will learn from it. Oh please God, let him be the one, but if he isn't please give me the strength to get through it.
Jaime picked up her phone and dialed André.
"Hi, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. I've been thinking a lot about us and where we could be heading. I want you to know that I'm not seeing anyone else but you right now. It's not fair to ask the same of you but I hope it's the same for you."
"Wow, I'm glad you're being open with me Jaime. Honestly I too have not been seeing anyone else."
With a smile on her face she continued. "I want you to come over today."
"I can come over this afternoon."
"See you then handsome."
After lunch Jaime took a shower and toweled herself dry. Naked in her bedroom she walked to her dresser. She opened one of her top drawers and looked at her panties.
Something nice today, she thought.
A black shiny and lacy pair of Victoria Secret panties was her choice, the mid-rise kind that only partially covered her ass cheeks. She had never worn them for anyone. From the same drawer she selected a pair of black sheer lace thigh highs and slipped them on her legs. Jaime then went to her walk-in closet and selected a satin and lace slip dress, black and pink. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt beautiful and sexy. She hoped André would think the same. Finally, she selected her dress, something very special. A couple of months ago he had told her that he had a thing for girls in Chinese dresses. Without telling him she had ordered online, from Hong Kong, a custom-made Cheongsam, tailored to her specific measurements. She slipped into the red dress with black embroidered flowers. It fit her perfectly, accentuating her hips and large 32-D breasts. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror, did her hair up in a bun, and put on light make-up, the way she knew André liked it best.
I'm about 15 minutes away, André texted.
Jaime quickly tidied up and lit some candles in the bedroom. "I can't believe I'm really doing this now. I'm not going to be a virgin anymore," she said out loud to herself.
The doorbell rang and she opened the door. André was about to say something but stopped completely. He just looked at her without moving or speaking. Jaime knew he wanted her more in that moment than at any other time previously.
"Are you just going to stand there?" she asked.
"Jaime, wow, you...you look incredible. Absolutely beautiful."
"I wanted to make this special. After we told each other last night that we were in love I decided it was time. I want you to be my first."
"I...I...are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, I want to make love to you, to give everything I have to you."