"You're a virgin? How!"
His fingers trailed down my breasts to my waist.
"You have some of the most perfect breasts I've ever seen... they are just so... so round. They're so exciting! I just want to worship them."
He kneeled down to bury his face into my chest. He nuzzled back and forth between them placing my bra down on the ground. I stood there in awe. I didn't expect this reaction. Why would my best friend of all people even think so highly of me? He seemed like he has seen an angel. The nuzzles grew harsher, a little too harsh.
"Gentle now, Aubrey... I don't want them getting torn off."
His soft brown eyes peered up at me with such sadness.
"But I just want to nuzzle them to death... they're too perfect. I think I may die from the perfection."
"Aubrey, you are being dramatic now. I said I would be willing to hook up just this once so I could get my virginity out of the way but you don't have to be so out there."
Aubrey stood up looking offended, he cupped his hands on my breasts gently lifting them up and caressing them.
"Well Ella... it's not like I've ever seen such perfection so that's probably why I am so dramatic. You asked a Theater kid you met in high school to do you. I'm not going to suddenly have a change of heart and stop loving on you."
"Aubrey... you are being absurd.."
Aubrey inched closer to me. He pressed his body against mine till we were forehead to forehead. I could feel his hot breath against my face. His hands rested one on my waist, one gently lifted my chin.
"El... please. I genuinely just want to make you feel good. You don't need to fight me."
His voice quieted down to almost none existent. Chills ran down my body from the power of statement. The determination in his soft brown eyes shined in the dim lamp light. I peered over in nervousness to the red lace trimmed bra on the floor. The red satin looked like a pile of roses sitting there. Aubrey moved his way to my neck to give a gentle kiss. I took a shaky breath.
"A... Aubrey... I think I'm too nervous for this. I don't know if I can do this."
He looked at me with worried puppy eyes.
"El, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. Why don't you sit on the bed? Maybe standing has you all out of sorts"
I gave a shallow nod. I took a deep breath counting down from five.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
I rested down on the edge of the bed and Aubrey sat beside me. He gave me a friendly smile. I looked at him apologetically. I didn't want to ruin this but I feel like I had. We did do some foreplay. Some light making out and I didn't feel like we were going too fast but it just felt like a task. I didn't meet his gaze just looking at the bra resting on the floor. I felt too exposed.
"Ella, take my shirt. I don't mind."
Aubrey hurrily took off his shirt. I turned to look as a deep red blush creeped over my cheeks. He has grown up quite a bit. I did know with both of us nearly graduating from college with our degrees we both would have grown up but... this was something. Sure, we have changed in the same room as each other but that hasn't happened since we were kids and once when I puked on him but we don't talk about that. This man in front of was definitely not what I expected, I expected some muscle but not model level abs.
"El... did you die? You are kinda staring at my tiddies."
"Oh... sorry"
I said softly looking away and taking the shirt. I slipped it on. I looked around at the room as Aubrey went to pick up the bra and sit it on the hotel desk. I looked down at the pooling shirt on me. It had a logo on it. It was in french. Why did he have a shirt in French?
The moments passed in silence. Aubrey sat next to me and had placed my head on his shoulder.