The wetness between my legs had been keeping my mind off anything other than the boy I was meeting that whole morning.
I woke up more excited than ever before that morning, knowing that by the end of the day, I would no longer be a virgin. I'd always been the good girl, the kind girl, the smart girl, the girl with good grades but no friends, and I was done with it.
At age 18, being a virgin girl was not that bad. After all, how many 18 year old girls were not virgins anymore, right? Well, barely any of them! I'd heard girls at school talk about how amazing it was to have sex with this guy, how unbelievably good that girl was at licking pussy, or how good it felt to orgasm on a dick, but I'd never gotten past masturbation.
It wasn't that I couldn't get a boyfriend, or some casual sex. I'd even gotten dick offered to me multiple times in bars, but I'd always refused. I had always believed that my first time was supposed to be special, or at least with someone special, and I just hadn't found that person yet.
In comes Thomas. Or rather, in comes an online notification from Thomas. I'd been on apps for only a few weeks, but I hadn't had any luck. Again, it wasn't that I wasn't getting matches. The problem was that apparently, all boys online are horny assholes looking for an easy snatch to fuck.
But Thomas was different. He was funny, always knew what to say, and most of all, he made me feel safe. So we'd gone on a date, we'd talked over texts a lot, called each other at every possible moment of the day, and had finally decided we'd take each other's virginity.
Meeting up at one of our houses was impossible, because neither of us were ever home alone: I had younger siblings to take care of, and he had a brother who never left the house. In the end, we decided to meet up at a hotel.
He'd chosen the hotel and everything that came with it, and told me to come a few hours late so he could prepare everything he might want to prepare.
So there I stood, a little wet stain on my pants were my pussy was touching it, since I'd decided to surprise Thomas by not wearing any underwear, in front of the sliding doors of the hotel. I'd been standing there for a few minutes without the doors opening, so I texted him that the doors wouldn't open and he told me to wait for him to come down. The tongue-emoji he sent after this simple message was enough to make me squirm again, making my legs rub against each other in an attempt to give myself even the slightest bit of sexual relief.
He showed up at the lobby a few minutes later. He was as good-looking as always, the grin I'd been calling his "Home Grown Grin" on his face, and a slightly visible erection in his pants.
He swiped his hotel-card against the scanner that I'd only just now seen, and the doors opened for me.
I wasn't sure of how to act once we got that physically close again, but he quickly took the lead and wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me into the elevator and to the top floor of the building where our room was.
Not wanting to lose any time, and not wanting to wait any longer to get him, I reached up to him as soon as we got in the elevator. It was tiny, yes, but that was perfect for what I wanted.
I put my mouth to his neck and starting kissing it, softly and hesitantly at first, but soon I was full-on sucking his neck. I could feel his hand sliding down, towards my ass, and then his other hand appeared on the front of my pants. If only he knew how good he was making me feel! I could feel his finger moving around on the fabric of my pants, unhindered by any underwear, and I felt like I was about to cum right then and there!
"No," was all he whispered, and then he removed his hands from my body altogether.
