Being young and naïve, I just stared at her hovering over me. Her long, brown hair dancing on my chest as we tried not to convey our fears. She must have sat there, motionless, for ten minutes. Each of us waiting for the other to do something, anything. She was straddled over my excited body and I held her slender hips in my shaking hands. The thin white sheet draped over us and I could see our silhouettes against the backlit room. I looked down; surprised she had gone this far. Surprised I had for that matter. I could see the outline of her small, pointed breasts. I made out the shape of her semi-haired mound, poised directly over my hard, condom-tipped cock. I laughed a little at how much trouble the acquisition of that item had been. And now I lay here, just a few mere inches from the ultimate goal, and could not seem to muster up the nerve to begin.
Laura and I were set up by our mothers. They attended aerobics together and thought that we would be cute together. We were somewhat forced onto each other, but hit it off quite well. We were 18 years old and she was my first love. We spent a lot of time together and talked on the phone when we were apart. Neither of us was sexually experienced, but both of us had our share of petting and foreplay under our belts. The inevitable was like a freight train rolling and we could do nothing to stop it. That train ran us over on a hot, country, summer day when we were not looking.
She lived in a small town and I in the woods just a few miles from there. She drove out to my house in the morning, after the parents had gone to work. We sat on the couch and talked about nothing and everything. I couldn't remember then and can't remember now. The subject was not as important as the diversion that it provided. I knew what I wanted. I had even prepared. I had my older sister buy condoms for me because I was too nervous. "What kind do you want?" "I don't know. Rubber?" I guessed. She got me some Trojans and told me to read the directions. I must have studied the words and illustrations for an hour in the bathroom. I knew how to use it. But how would I put it to use?
I leaned in and kissed Laura while she was talking. I guess I was done waiting. She kissed me back and I pulled her close. She smelled great and I could taste her lip-gloss on my tongue. I then realized that she had prepared too. She was dressed a bit nicer than usual and had her hair done just right. The make-up was perfect and she looked more beautiful than I had ever remembered her. I knew it was time and I took her to my bedroom.
I lay her on the twin bed and awkwardly positioned myself on/beside her. We giggled at the fumbling and she eased the tension with a gentle kiss on my lower lip. Her hand traced a gentle path down my chest to leg. She looked me dead in the eyes and gently touched me. I'll never forget that look she gave me, the look that said "We've waited long enough. It's OK. I'm ready." I softly kissed her cheek and neck as I reached delicately inside her white cotton shirt. We had felt each other up before, but this was different. It was all new because we were headed for an end. No more practice. This was the big dance and I was going to lead.
