Terry and I stared across the table at each other, peering through the flickering light of the oil lamp he'd lit. He smiled, knowing that my love for him did not require these romantic touches but that I appreciated them a great deal. I smiled, knowing that if things went right, he was going to take my virginity that night.
"I love you, Allie," he said with soft confidence.
My eyes narrowed and my lips puckered, edging my smile towards seductive. "You're going to love me even more by the end of the night, if you're a good boy."
He smiled, but said nothing, only bit his lip before returning his attention to his wine. He was vulnerable enough to be excited about what he was reading between the lines, but confident enough to not make a big deal about it. I loved that about him.
We were twenty two years old and had only been dating for about three months, but had fallen madly and deeply in love with one another in a matter of days. It was no simple infatuation either. We talked more in those first few days than I'd ever talked to another human being, about things which I'd never talked about before. At the end of a couple of weeks, I was sure I knew him better than I had ever known anyone else, and knew for a fact that he had a deeper and truer sense of me than I'd ever let any other person attain. The subsequent months had borne out the truth of that assessment, in the consistency of his character and sincerity of his actions.
I would marry Terry. I knew this with all my heart and mind. I wanted to give my life to him, and that night, I wanted to give my body to him as a downpayment against that.
We were both virgins in the strictest sense. I had given one previous boyfriend some hand jobs and a couple of blowjobs, but I was way too self-conscious about my body to let him see or touch it. I've always had a pretty face with delicate features and eyes the shape and nearly the color of almonds. But I've also always been a skinny girl. As I got older, I developed hips and a cute little butt, but my breasts remained small and most of the time some of my ribs were visible. I hated the idea of anyone, let alone a man, seeing my nakedness. But I was willing to let Terry see.
And I anxiously wanted to see him. He was even less experienced than me in most ways, but his last girlfriend and he had developed a habit of dry-humping while kissing, generally to the point of him orgasming. She was long past her own virginity, and would have taken Terry to bed, but he was almost as self-conscious as me. I didn't understand why. He had the face of Boy Scout, but carried himself with the confidence of every little girl's dream father figure. He was a little on the heavy side, but not too much, and I thought it just made him huggable and perfect to cuddle with. He had an amazing smile with perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth. And he had arms that just drove me wild.
I knew he would be amazing to make love to.
And I knew tonight would be the night.
But I wasn't going to just open my legs and let him in.
I trusted Terry. He was the first man I'd ever even considered giving my virginity to. But at the same time I was still self-conscious enough that I wanted him to earn his way between my legs. Terry always made me feel special and adored. If his physical affections did the same thing, even as he learned just how skinny and unremarkable a girl I was from the neck down, then and only then would he get what we both ached for him to get.
For a while longer, we both kept staring across the table, sipping wine. Finally, I beckoned him towards me with one finger. Wordlessly, he rose and stepped near to me. I clutched needfully at his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. It was warm and wet, and effortlessly comfortable. As my tongue explored the surface of his teeth, I guided his hand up my shirt, allowing him for the first time to cup my small breast through my bra.
We both moaned. His hand was eager, and while he was clumsy, he seemed to have a good instinct for balancing gentleness with desire. I could feel my nipples hardening, and I knew that he could feel that erection on my chest through the white cotton of my bra.
I reached up my shirt and slipped his hand under the cup of my bra. My breast was small, but it was round and silky, and we shared a gasp amidst our kiss as his strong hand made contact with my delicate flesh there. My nipple was hard and firm against the palm of his hand and he moved the hand in spirals, toggling my nipple every which way.
Panting, I broke our kiss and scooted my chair back a little from the table. Our lips listened with exchanged saliva, and I stared hungrily at his mouth, wanting to resume our kiss, but first I lifted off my shirt and removed my bra. He leaned back for another kiss, and I parted my lips eagerly, only he moved past my mouth to my throat. His kisses were gentle at first, but as both his hands worked over my breasts, his arousal became greater and he left two bright purple hickies on my throat.
And then he kissed his way down my chest. "You're so beautiful, Allie," he whispered. "So beautiful."
I purred deep in my throat and held his head to my chest as he licked his way around my breasts and then covered them with soft, wet kisses. I slid a little forward in my chair and leaned my shoulders against the back rest. "Oh, baby, don't hold back."
He took the encouragement. His hands slid around to the naked small of my back. One rested there, supporting me. The other drew circles over my spine. The aggression of his mouth on my breasts increased dramatically. His kisses became open-mouth. He added gentle scrapes of his teeth. And then kissing turned into sucking. He could easily suck an entire breast into his mouth at one time.
This was exciting for both of us. I could feel myself getting wet. I reached out for the first time to rub at the crotch of his khaki pants, and was delighted to find an incredible hardon forming. I groped and caressed it. The active hand on my back slid down my jeans, inside my panties to feel the swell of my butt cheeks. He then dragged his mouth from my breast to my side, kissing his way up, and then tickling my freshly shaved armpit with his tongue.
Grunting, I pushed him away. I stood, and unbutton my jeans, allowing them to drop to my ankles. I shoved my dinnerware to the floor and bent over to the table, arching my back to present my cute butt to him. I know he could see and probably smell the wet-spot on my white, flower-print panties, but he knew me well enough and was a good enough lover to sense that as desperately turned on as I was, I had not yet green-lit his entry.
Instead of pressing for that, he crouched behind me, and helped me step out of my shoes, socks, and pants. Then, with agonizingly delightful care, he slowly kissed and licked his way up my left leg, from ankle to hip, and then back down the outside of my right leg.
I swear I was trembling at that point, so close to the breaking point. I think I may have felt a drop of wetness trickle out of my panties, down my leg. I know for sure I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled.
Terry began kissed the inside of my left ankle, slowly working his way up the calf. "You're so beautiful, Allie," he said again. "So precious and perfect."
I moaned and then I blurted out some expletive when his mouth reached the inside of my left thigh. He lingered there for what seemed like a painfully pleasurable eternity before moving over to the right thigh.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I whimpered, embarrassed at how stereotypically girlish I sounded. "I don't know how much more I can take."
He began kissing back down the inside of my right leg. "It's all torture for me at this point," Terry said softly, "but I wouldn't trade it for anything."
