** Author's note: Per my readers' feedback, I realized that what I had tried with a combination of 1st/3rd person perspective with this story just didn't work. (See? Feedback DOES help as long as it is constructive! LOL) So I've made the changes and promise to make it back to my original piece to edit as well. Thanks for the support and keep up the praise! simply_cyn
They somehow made it across the hallway to Ryan's room in the fraternity without being seen. Laughing and smiling, they leaned against the closed door, locking it behind them before Ryan looked out the peep hole with a playful grin. "I feel like we just egged a professor's house or something," he said, glancing at Amanda before adding, "Just like we used to do."
She laughed softly, moving to stand near the bed as she watched him. Her eyes couldn't help but roam his body reflexively, shivering some from the chill of the air conditioning as she stood in the wet wife-beater tank top. Smiling, hearing his words and suddenly remembering all the good times they used to have, she said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like I'm about to get caught doing something wrong …" Amanda's voice trailed off some as she wondered again if he knew just how new all this was going to be for her.
Ryan turned, his gaze meeting hers before his eyes traveled up and down her body. He was amazed by what was suddenly happening. He was unsure of how this was going to end but the last thing he wanted to do was worry. He had plenty of experience when it came to girls, but nothing serious. It wasn't that he was uneasy about the situation … that part wasn't new. What was new were the feelings that accompanied this particular one.
Amanda couldn't help but smile at him shyly, her arms reflexively reaching up to cover her breasts through the wet shirt. She felt so naked in front of him just from the way that he was looking at her. A part of her still felt like that geeky girl that had a crush on him for all these years and now … now all she could do was lick her lips nervously, watching as he looked her over.
Ryan's eyes locked with hers for a moment, the expression on his face caring and sincere as he crossed over to where his dresser was and after a moment, pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing them to her with a smile. "Want to change?"
Amanda reached out, catching them as her eyes looked to him. A smile appeared on the curve of her lips as she watched him turn his back for a moment and lifted the shirt to her nose, inhaling quickly. It smelled just like him and she made a mental note to make sure and not to return the shirt. "Thanks," she was able to reply in a soft voice.
Setting them on the bed, she could feel a flutter of nervous butterflies as for the first time, she exposed myself to him. Amanda had dreamed about this moment countless times before and it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. Lifting her arms slowly, taking the wet wife-beater with them, her full young breasts were suddenly exposed to his gaze, perfect for the taking. They were more than a handful but not really enough to get lost in, tipped with cinnamon colored hard nipples that seemed to beg for him to come taste one.
Ryan averted his gaze for a moment as he grabbed another pair of boxers and a tank before smoothly and effortlessly changing before her as well. 'Turn about is fair play,' he thought to himself as he glanced over at Amanda's young perfect body. The tank top fit tightly over his semi-broad shoulders and the boxers clung to his strong legs. He knew she was nervous … it was written all over the expression on her face.
Amanda couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched Ryan disrobe in front of her. Her blue eyes drank in the sight of him and she could tell that he had done this more than once. She couldn't control the shyness that kept creeping up on her as she pulled his t-shirt over her head, the hem falling just below her hips, covering up the rest of her as she wiggled out of her jeans, leaving my red thong on as she pulled his boxers up and over her hips.
Ryan walked slowly over to the bed, offering his hands to Amanda. "Hey listen, you … Look, I dunno … just trust me, okay?" His eyes were locked on her every movement, unsure of her body language as she shivered by the bed. "Nothing needs to happen," he said in a soothing voice. "I just want to be with you, okay?"
Amanda smiled gently, seeing that he could read right through her nervousness but at the same time, she wanted so badly for him to see just how much she wanted to be with him too. Slipping her hands into his, she said in a soft voice, "I want to be with you too, Ryan … however you want me." Her whole body trembled but this time, for a whole different reason that he might have thought.
He pulled her close, holding her hands as he kissed her gently on the lips. "I want you to be comfortable, Mannie … just enjoy the moment, okay?" His green eyes were piercing as he looked into her eyes.