Bo stood on the balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. It was a perfect fall evening, cool, crisp, and not a cloud to mar the starry sky. The waves rhythmically crashed on the beach below as lights twinkled up and down the beach. He smiled as he thought about the day. He and Jessica had spent it walking the beach, reading on the balcony, and generally being beach bums. Late in the afternoon, they'd gone out and had a delicious dinner of fresh seafood, then returned to the condo for a sunset walk on the beach. Now Jessica was powdering her nose while he enjoyed a glass of wine on the balcony. He fervently hoped that the night would bring a consummation of their relationship.
They'd met four months prior when he'd delivered some supplies to the church where she was the receptionist. He'd been smitten by her at first site. She was about 5'5" with shoulder length blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a bright smile. Even though she was dressed conservatively, it had been obvious that she had a great body. Bo had turned on the charm and made her laugh that day. The next week, he found an excuse to go back for another delivery around lunch time. She'd seemed glad to see him and had accepted his invitation to go to lunch. They'd had fun and at the conclusion, he'd asked for and gotten her phone number. He'd called her the next day and asked her out. She'd agreed, and they'd begun dating.
Over the course of the past three months, he'd found that his hunch about her body had been correct. He'd still not seen her naked, but he'd seen her in a variety of outfits, which when combined with their increasingly passionate make out sessions, left little question that what he hadn't yet seen was even more alluring than what he had.
Since Jess worked at a church, he'd wondered how straight-laced she was. At first, she'd been very chaste, but as their relationship had deepened, he'd begun to push her boundaries and found that though she had some reservations, she had responded with increasing fervor to his advances. When he had proposed the weekend trip to the beach, she had at first been hesitant, but he had gently prodded her until she agreed. He knew that she was nervous thinking, correctly, that he would want to have sex.
At dinner, he had ordered both of them a drink, and though she rarely imbibed, she had drained it. During the sunset walk, she had flirted and been a bit more giggly than usual. When they had arrived back at the room, he'd opened a bottle of red wine. Now as she emerged from the bathroom, he smile and poured her a glass. Jess took it and he smiled and said, "To us."
As she stepped onto the balcony with him, she accepted the glass with a guarded smile and responded, "To us." They touched glasses and took a drink. Bo admired her over the rim of his glass. She was dressed in a blue print sundress that fit her well, showing off the curves of her breasts and hips and revealing a hint of cleavage. Between her looks, the dress, and her shapely legs, she had turned a lot of heads at dinner.
Jess moved in front of him and leaned back against him, sipping her wine. They stood enjoying the sound of the ocean and the beauty of the clear night. She emptied her glass and he refilled it without a word. She began to sip it, as she pushed back against him. Quietly, she whispered, "I'm scared."
"Why?" he asked.
She took another sip of wine and shrugged. "I don't know. I, I," she took a breath and finished, "I did it once, back in college. It was, well, it wasn't what I had imagined."
"I'm sorry," he said. "What went wrong?"
She gulped down more wine and shook her head. "I don't know. It hurt for one thing. It was my first time and he was, I don't know. It just wasn't good. Then there's the whole thing about maybe we should wait." Her voice trailed off and she finished her glass of wine.
Bo filled her glass for the third time as he chose his words. "Jess," he said, setting down his glass, and putting both arms around her, "I love you more than I can tell you, and I do want to make love with you. What happened in the past is in the past. If you're not ready, I can handle that. I'm sorry you had a bad experience before." He squeezed her gently and continued, "If you decide you want to try, we'll go slowly, and if you are uncomfortable, I swear I'll stop."
He could tell she was thinking. Finally, Jess drained the glass, picked up the wine bottle and walked, somewhat unsteadily, inside, looking back over her shoulder with a come hither glance that made Bo shiver.
She stopped in the middle of the room, took a swig of wine from the bottle, and turned to face him. "Kiss me," she cooed.
Bo gently took her face in hands and kissed her lips softly. She jumped at his touch, but didn't pull away. Jess put her hands lightly on his arms and parted her lips slightly. He teased her tongue with his tongue, and she sighed softly, moving closer to him. He let his fingers run gently through her hair, then down her neck and shoulders. She shivered again as his fingertips slid down her bare arms, raising goose bumps as they traveled down to her palms, then back up to her shoulders. He massaged her shoulders and arms as he planted soft, light kisses all over her face, chin, and neck. Her head was spinning with a combination of fear, excitement, and wine and she rested her hands lightly on Bo's shirt to steady herself. He caressed her cheek affectionately and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were wide and her breath short. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, never breaking eye contact. She swayed, almost mesmerized as he bent his head and kissed her deeply, still staring into her eyes. She whimpered into his mouth and her arms went around him as she pressed herself against him.
Bo enjoyed the feel of her against him. His kiss deepened and her eyes almost rolled back as she responded. She broke the kiss and looked at him wide-eyed and panting. He started to ask if she was ok, but she put a finger on his lips, took another long sip from the wine bottle and kissed him. Her kiss was passionate and she pressed herself against him, grinding slowly and running her hands up and down his back. His hands slid up and down her arms, then moved to her back, moving steadily down until they rested on the swell of her butt. She continued the kiss, wiggling her ass so his hands moved over it. He squeezed gently, enjoying the feel and Jess responded by moving it even more, wiggling it seductively in his hands.
He let his hands move back up her back to her shoulders and began to kiss her neck. He found the sensitive places and began to lick and suck them as his fingers began to play with the straps of her dress. Jess responded to his mouth and tongue on her neck, letting her head loll from side to side and moaning softly. She seemed lost in the moment so Bo slowly moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She gasped and he felt her stiffen. He continued to lick her neck and collarbone as he felt her hands cover his and push the straps off her shoulders. He stepped back slightly and admired her. Jess didn't know whether to be self conscious or sexy. She took another sip from the wine bottle and did her best to look sexy. Bo put a finger on her lips. She kissed it as he let it trail down her chin, over her neck, down the center of her body to her belly button. He circled it, tickling it lightly, and she giggled as he let his finger move back up. She stepped toward him, stumbling slightly. He steadied her with his hands on her hips as she began to unbutton his shirt. When she had finished, her hands moved inside his shirt, making him squirm as she lightly moved her nails up his torso to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off and to the floor.