This is my first attempt at writing from a third person point of view...
It was a warm summer night. The humid southern air cast a shiny glow on the skin of the crowd of teens crammed together in Eileen Becker's house on Elm Drive. High School had just ended, Eileen's parents were away for the weekend and tonight she had every intention of becoming a woman.
Valedictorian, accepted to Harvard, state championship in cross country - on paper the year couldn't have gone better. Inside it felt like a trap of expectations that left her envying "real" teens as they stumbled through their stupid mistakes.
Butterflies filled her stomach both from nerves and from the beer she had consumed to help suppress her inhibitions. In true type-A form, Eileen had spent weeks planning her mistake and now she stood anxiously scanning the room for him.
Eileen had only two criteria for her first time; a nice body and discretion. She didn't want the entire town to know about her "mistake" and in Bakersfield that was tricky.
Mike lived three towns away and he was her best friends Kali's adopted cousin. They had met once over the holidays and in recent weeks she had carefully stalked his Facebook profile. Single, into video games, on the cross country team, not into partying and no slutty girls commenting on his wall or pictures. Perfect choice.
Scanning the room, Eileen spotted Mike on the outside deck. Tall, skinny, with smooth black skin wearing a t-shirt that revealed tone arms that she imagined pinning her to her bed. Eileen knew the stereotype about black guys but that had not factored into her choice.
Boys were an alien species to Eileen. As she navigated through the sweaty obstacle course of teens she wondered what she should say. Looking around crowd none of her friends were within sight to advise her, which was probably for the best since she hadn't shared her plan with anyone.
As she walked through the open slider door her heart fluttered and the butterflies in her stomach tried to escape. For a moment it felt like she may faint. Standing three feet away from the man that she had chosen to take her virginity, the muscles in Eileen's throat seized up as a million possible things to say raced through her head.
Eileen melted inside as Mike broke the ice for her. "Hey, thanks for inviting me, have you seen Kali around?" Kali hadn't arrived yet which was good because Eileen had worried how she would get Mike alone. Aside from a few casual Facebook messages and the party invite, Mike had no a clue about Eileen's plan for the night.
The cross country championship helped create easy small talk between the two. Eileen was small (most would say tiny), blonde, with blue eyes and unusually pretty in an understated way. Conversation quickly began to flow easily between the two. Eileen was not a girl that giggled much, especially around boys, but every word Mike said seemed tuned directly to her sense of humor.
Laughter evolved into casual touching, the pair gravitated closer together and the conversation became more personal. Both virgins. Both stressed out over achievers. Both nervous about college. Both trapped in a life under a microscope. Standing inches apart, talking in hushed voices their hands touched and Eileen whispered quietly, "do you want to go to my room?"
The bedroom door closed behind them and Eileen felt a sudden twinge of embarrassment for her pink, frilly room. Flustered and unsure of the appropriate etiquette Eileen mumbled an apology for the decor. Before she could say more Mike leaned toward her and pressed his thick lips against hers. Eileen's mouth opened to release a deep sigh and their tongues touched. The feeling was electric.
In a subtle move, Mike cautiously lifted Eileen's t-shirt over her head revealing a sheer yellow bra holding her pale white full b-cup breasts. Before she could register the newness of being exposed for the first time, her denim skirt fell to the floor. Stepping back, Mike looked down in awe of her body and matching underwear, his eyes full of panic and lust. Unsure of what to do next, Mike took her hand and they moved toward the bed. Eileen could not help but notice the contrast of her delicate pale hand wrapped in his oversized black fingers.
Standing next to the bed the pair intertwined in a long kiss. Their hands cautiously exploring each others bodies. Eileen's ambition for the night was being realized. Pausing from their kiss, desire and uncertainly radiated between them. The room was quiet as they stood breathing heavily together. "Can I go down on you" Eileen asked coyly, the look in Mike's eyes was all the approval she needed.