The tension had built to an unbearable point. We had been on two dates, and texted every day for two weeks, about every little thing that came to mind, even a few inappropriate conversations that made me glad he couldn't see me blush.
The dates were cute, coy even. It started with a nice dinner, full of shy smiles and laughs, but it was quickly obvious that we were already comfortable with one another. The second date was a ball game, still public, but cause for sitting closely and leaning our heads together for private conversation. In the 7th inning, I missed the home run because he leaned in to kiss me. It caught me off guard, but he quickly grabbed my attention with gentle pressure and an adept tongue. We kissed for ten minutes outside my apartment, until a car that he had blocked in needed to leave.
Although I knew things had reached the boiling point, I was still nervous. I'm what you would call a curvy girl, and I'm not exactly confident in my body. I decided liquid courage was the answer, so we planned to go out and have a few drinks together. The bar was loud and a little crowded, but we found a small table out of the way and the waitress was polite and efficient. He teased me about ordering a fruity drink, and then ordered us shots. I knew then we wouldn't be there long.
On the drive back to his house, he put his hand on my thigh and I shivered. He raised his eyebrows at me and murmured, "If you're not ready for this..."
"I'm ready." I was surprised at how steady my voice was considering the liquor. "I think we're both more than ready." He pushed his foot down a little harder on the gas pedal.
I walked slowly through the door, glancing around at the previously uncharted territory, but as soon as I heard the lock click on the door, his hand was on my hip, pulling me backwards into him. With his other hand, he pulled my long dark hair to the side and kissed my neck lightly, brushing a line from behind my ear down to the strap on my tank top. Goosebumps rose instantly despite the summer heat seeping into the house. With gentle hands, he turned me around and then cupped my face with both hands, kissing me deeply.
With a little effort, he stopped, and led me by the hand down a narrow hallway to the bedroom. The window air conditioner had been working overtime, and the cool room was spotless, the bed sheets clearly freshly laundered. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed, still holding my hand and waiting to see what I would do.
I dropped his hand and ran mine up his arm, feeling the muscles tense as I passed over them, and noted the strength there. I smiled a small, sideways smile and applied gentle pressure to his shoulders, placing my knees on the bed and straddling him. I pulled off his hat to reveal the mess of dark hair, running my fingers through it as I leaned into a deep, pulling kiss.
His hands were hesitant at first, rubbing my hips through tight jeans, but as I nibbled on his bottom lip, he grabbed my ass firmly, a small moan escaping him. I kissed across the stubble of his chin up to his ear, and when I nibbled here, his hands moved up under my shirt, finding the bra clasp and undoing it quickly. His rough hands pulled me with him as he lay back on the bed.
I sat up, still straddling him, and smiled devilishly, reaching for the edge of my shirt. I pulled it up slowly, feeling him hold his breath as the shirt and bra came away to reveal my breasts. I didn't even have the shirt over my head before his hands came up, grabbing slightly more than a handful in each one. I closed my eyes and let out a small whimper as he rolled the nipples, and gasped when he leaned up to capture one in his mouth. He quickly realized that a little teeth and a lot of pressure got the desired result, and had me moaning as I twisted my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
He pulled away, and laughed softly at the pout of disappointment on my face. He kissed the tip of my nose, and then quickly used those strong arms to grab me by the hips and place me on my back on the bed. He laughed again at my yelp of surprise, but silenced me with a deep, rough kiss. He trailed kisses down between my breasts, and then down each side, stopping at the edge of my pants each time. His fingers quickly found the button and then the zipper. As he grabbed the edges of my jeans, he looked up into my eyes. Instead of responding, I lifted my hips up off the bed.
