I knew the instant I heard the wonderful sound of his trumpet that he was the man for me. A musical man, an intelligent man, a boy becoming a man. We had met during band camp, he was going to a different high school than I was, but we were both intrigued by each other the second we saw one another. Then, by chance, during the final performance of the week where every single school played as one band, we sat next to each other. We exchanged numbers and kept contact for over six months, casually dating (he lived in the next town over) until it was time for college. We kind of saw each other as our significant other, but in friend-form. We both decided we were going to go to college together, and share an apartment. Casual dating had allowed both of us to be comfortable enough with each other to split our living space, not to mention the rent.
So off to college we went. We had our own schedules, and actually rarely met except during band rehearsals and performances. Another six months passed and finally we found ourselves falling in love. I came to find out that he was a virgin, never even given or received oral sex before. He was a very attractive guy, and I couldn't imagine how he could be a virgin. Then later I came to find out that he didn't believe in premarital sex and I admired him for that. Not that it was his first choice exactly, but he grew up in a strictly all-Christian home. I had always wondered, though, what it would be like to teach someone from the very beginning, and I would come to find out my being a non-virgin would bring something out in Willis that I had dreamed about for lord knows how long.
I knew he had a busy day today and I knew he would need to unwind. And, of course, his favourite way to unwind was to play on his trumpet for at least an hour, being the musical man he was. I decided I would surprise him and I polished up his trumpet until it was nice and shiny; he would love it. I took my time in cleaning and polishing every curve and every centimetre of his instrument, making sure to not miss one spot. When I was finished, I set it on his stand, put a rose on his music stand, and went into my bedroom to retrieve something I would need for later. I walked out from my bedroom and into his and I waited.
When Willis came through the door, he called out to me. When I did not answer and he realised that the light was off in my bedroom, he thought I must have fallen asleep early, or just did not want to be disturbed. No matter how much he hated to "wake me", he just had to get his hands on his trumpet, and pour out his soul into a melody that would ring in my ears forever.
I was watching Willis intently from his keyhole, and thankfully he never once looked over or came into his bedroom. He set his things down on the couch and looked over to his music stand. His gorgeous brown eyes found the rose and I knew I had made his heart flutter - he gave that "she's so amazing" smile that I only got from him on occasion. That smile always made me melt. He walked over to it, picked it up, and then set it back down. He looked over at his silver beauty and leaned down to retrieve it off of the stand. Oh, there it was again. That smile.
My amazing Willis stood up straight, licked his lips and closed his eyes. He pulled his trumpet to his lips and played that first note, a warm-up. After adjusting his tuning slide, he brought it back up to his lips and played again. And then he was lost. He remained standing, moving back and forth slightly with his invisible beat and with his back to me. I decided now was as good of a time as ever. He wouldn't hear me approach this way.
I slowly stood up and reached my hand down to his doorknob. It turned softly, not making a sound, and I began to pull the door open, stepping behind it as I went, in case he were to turn around and open his eyes - although that was not likely. When the door was finally open enough for me to slip out, I moved out from behind the door and looked at my target. If I moved towards Willis at just the right angle... yes, it would be perfect. Inching myself along the floor behind him, I moved forward just inside his blind spot. I smiled when I got close enough to see his reflection in the bell of his trumpet. Now, if he would just open his eyes...
As if reading my mind, I watched his eyelids lift up gently and I knew instantly that he had seen me. He just stared at my reflection for just a few moments, as if to make sure that he was really seeing what he thought he was. He had stopped playing by now and was just holding his trumpet up for what seemed like no reason at all. Not really knowing what else to do, I walked closer towards Willis; he seemed too frozen to even blink. I walked closer and closer to him, until I was right behind him. My left hand just seemed to reach up automatically and grasp his trumpet, bringing it forward and removing it from his face. His arms followed mine, and he let it fall to his side. I placed my hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face me.
As if finally coming out of the trance, he turned with my movements and when he was completely facing me, he pressed himself against me and kissed me, his lips still slightly trembling from playing. His lips were warm, hot actually, from all of the blood being trapped within them. Instantly I imagined his lips on my clit at that temperature. I moaned into his mouth, yet I was sure he was completely oblivious as to why I did. He leaned down, bringing me with him, and set his trumpet on the ground beside his right foot. No more playing tonight.
My eyes were closed and I was completely concentrating on this moment with Willis in my arms. I knew he was focusing on this amazing kiss as well. His lips seemed to give off heat and make my own warm and soft. I could feel the side of his nose pressing against mine as his hands wrapped around the sides of my neck. Our kisses were slow, gentle. Finally, feeling his shoulders drop and relax, I moved my tongue forward slightly. He knew what I wanted and he parted his lips slightly to allow my tongue inside his mouth. I licked his bottom lip slightly before my tongue slid into his mouth and met his. We pressed our tongues together just once before I withdrew. I lightly pressed my lips against his once more and pulled myself completely back away from him. His hands fell from my neck.
His gaze burned into my skin as he once again soaked in my apparel. He had never seen me dressed like this before. His eyes roamed my body from my toes to the top of my head. What he saw in front of him was me dressed in navy blue stockings, dark blue panties, and a midnight-blue teddy. No heels, no makeup - just a simple, sexy outfit for my Willis. Blue was his favourite colour. We both realised that we hadn't said a word to each other yet. Thankfully, he was the one to speak first.
"Álainn," he paused as I smiled at the familiar nickname. "might I ask why you are dressed so... pardon my bluntness but... why are you dressed so sexily?"
"Will, I know that you don't believe in premarital sex, but..." I moved myself closer to him, so my face was just an inch or so from his. "... I believe that, if given the opportunity, I can make you enjoy something very much without you having to give up your virginity."
