Crimson Promise

I text him, asking if he’s ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my phone buzzes and I smile. His text says “Yes, I’ll meet you half way. See you soon.” There’s a smiley face at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents’ bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing seconds pass with no sound. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our house. Once I’m downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and spray myself with an extra spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to make sure it’s as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp night air reach my face and I take a deep breath, smiling. It’s just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising goose bumps. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the locks from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents’ bedroom window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my phone, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my chest, threatening to burst. The night air feels nice on my skin. At first it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his open arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He’s smiling, I can feel his grin against the side of my head. He stands a few inches taller than me, around 5’7 or 5’8. I stand at only 5’4 or 5’5. He isn’t ripped, but he’s definitely fit. His figure is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks good. He has a handsome face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized nose that’s symmetrically placed on his face. He’s got rich brown eyes, the kind that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so full of life. I have brown eyes too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mood, from almost black to almost hazel. But most often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown (check my profile pictures, even in my pictures you can see the shift in my eye color) and my eyes have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose pink lips that contrast with my light skin. My lips also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red (again, check my profile pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip color. My lips are naturally colored in all of my pictures) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to kiss. He’s a much, much better kisser now. Just the sensation of him kissing my heart flutter. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He’s a great conversationalist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two bedroom apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first time I’ve been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to change into them. I have simple, loose fitting shorts that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a thin black T-shirt to match. Of course I have my usual black lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his nose to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will change clothes too.

After a few minutes he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about stupid commercials and watching some comedy show about Kevin Hart (not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it’s not). He is sitting on the bed with his back resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I’m sitting similar to him but have my knees against my chest and my arms wrapped around my knees. My head is resting on his chest. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my laugh, and this makes me blush. He smiles and starts tickling me. He tickles my ribcage and I burst out laughing loudly, trying to get away. I roll over onto my side and try to wiggle off of the bed, but he’s faster than me and has an advantage since he’s not being tickled. He sits up and locks my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my legs. I wiggle my body, trapped beneath and laughing so hard that I can’t breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my back, still trying to get away, and accidently press my ass against his pelvis. (I wasn’t aware of this until recently. Until recently, I didn’t even know that my ass had come into contact with him. I was too distracted with trying to breathe and get away from his tickling) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his back against the wall again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the look on his face. He’s almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clear look of concern strewn across his face. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my head, very confused now. Babe, what’s wrong? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his arms open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the other arm resting over my ribs with his hand tucked under my side. There’s an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my body to his. He’s always very warm and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. Babe? I ask, You sure that you’re okay? He takes a deep breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he’s struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his eyes bright. I just, uhmm, it’s just that…., he starts but can’t seem to find his words. Then he blurts everything out without a single pause for breath. It’s just that you’re my first real relationship and girlfriend and I’m not used to this and it’s getting harder to control myself! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you mean “control yourself”? He gets that same concerned look on his face and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. Babe? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how hard he is. I gasp. Oh! I exclaim. He looks embarrassed. I’m sorry! He quickly apologizes, then adds, “I tried to keep it from happening but it’s not easy, and I’ve been trying to hide it for a long time. I didn’t know what else to do.” Babe, are you..? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven’t ever been with a girl, like this? He looks down at me and shakes his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he’s a virgin! This had never occurred to me before. He’s very good looking, has a nice voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and look up at him. Thinking of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to sleep with me? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouth opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then answers. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for?