Nathan and I had just recently became friends. We met online, in a forum online. We agreed on a few certain topics and started private messaging soon after. We discovered we lived in the same town, and immediately made plans to meet up and have a coffee.
I felt something in the pit of my stomach when we met up for the first time, was it lust? No, I wasn't attracted him that way. But I was attracted to him in a friendly way. He had a bit of weight to him, not fat, but not skinny. A cute little beer belly, if you will. He wore a plain hoodie and jeans that fit him perfectly, and his scruffy facial hair framed his chin just right.
During the coffee meet he had mentioned my height more than a few times, calling it cute and fun. Being five foot two wasn't my best quality in my own eyes, but the best in his considering he was six foot three and had a thing for short girls.
I had long black hair that waved slightly. My weight has always been slightly above average, but I carried it in the right places. I had 34 D's and tattoos covering nearly every inch of my arms, which complimented my pale complexion. I suppose I looked more punk than anything, but I loved and was confident in myself and my body.
Nathan was clearly into me, when he smiled his eyes smiled, too. I could see dimples behind his facial hair and the way his eyes flicked to my lips when I would tell him a story indicated he wasn't listening much at all to what I was saying.
After the coffee meeting it was clear that we were going to end up being great friends. I had been over to his place a handful of times, where we smoked some pot and played card games while sharing our favorite music with one another. It felt like a great friendship was blossoming.
I invited him over to my place for the first time, which I was quite nervous about. I had been raised to take pride in the things I own, and always present them in the best way possible. I had spent the previous day cleaning the entire house, much to my roomates dismay. I don't know why she was complaining, though. Free cleaning for her. I even made a point of cleaning the fish tank in the corner of the kitchen.
When he finally showed up, I made a point of not opening up the for at least a solid fifteen seconds. I didn't want him to know I had been waiting by the door as soon as he sent me the text saying he was on his way. I don't know why I had been nervous for him coming over, he was just a friend.
I welcomed him into my home by giving him a hug and gesturing for him to come inside. He smelt like he had put on a new cologne, and it smelt great. Nathan stood in the living room with his hands on his hips, just observing the area and taking it in. He asked if I had a roommate, I said yes, but she'd be gone for a few days to visit family in another town.
He asked to see my room, which I complied to. I walked down the hall with him behind me, the familiar feeling of butterflies in my stomach came to life. I did my best to push that feeling aside. I opened my bedroom door and smiled. I took pride in my room, it was perfect in my eyes.
Nathan walked in behind me and inhaled, "Is that patchouli?" He asked, referring to the incense I had been burning.
"Yeah, actually. I'm glad you know your scents," as soon as the words left my mouth I felt my cheeks turn red. Who says that? He laughed while walking around my room, looking at my pictures and posters while I thought endlessly about my own embarrassment. Surely he didn't find it that way, why did I feel so weird?
After the grand tour of my small house we had sat outside in the backyard, sharing pot and talking about education. He had a bachelors and worked at an office just down the street. I had dropped out of highschool and was currently working on my GED. He was surprised to hear this, he told me I carried myself more like a mature college student.
On more than one occasion he would rest his leg against mine, it made me feel tingly in places that I could only make myself feel in the past. At one point he had rested his hand on my knee, and the sexual tension just skyrocketed from there. Yet, neither of us had mentioned it.
Once we were both fairly under the influence, we headed inside. It was getting darker and colder outside by the minute, and neither of us were fans of the cold. He noticed the amount of movies my roommate and I had accumulated over the past few years and suggested we watch one. I let him pick.
We couldn't get the dvd player to work in the living room, so we decided to watch in my room. It was easier than moving my Playstation into the living room. I hit play on the controller and we both laid down on my bed, just barely touching each other. But I wanted to touch him more, fuck just being friends, and fuck being a virgin.
The feelings of being excited and nervous played with each other in my head, and I couldn't pay much attention to the movie. I nibbled the tip of my thumb and imagined Nathan taking my virginity, it felt so good in my mind, yet so bad at the same time. For all I know, his only intention of being here was to be a friend. I could be foolish, but I didn't care.
