Now that it’s Thursday, I've told Sadie about it and she agrees that it’s meant to be. I should invite Nicolas to stay the weekend with me. The idea excites me, but also makes me a little nervous. I've never slept with a guy over night before. I want to though, I really want to with Nicolas.
Lying in bed that night on the phone with him, he can tell something is off and asks me about it. I can’t help but get nervous once again.
“Kyra, what’s up tonight, you aren't being yourself. Talk to me, baby girl,” his voice is soft, which I know means he is tired.
“I just, well, my parents are going out of town this weekend. I know that we’ve never, um, well spent the night so a weekend is a lot, but I’d like if you come and spent it with me,” my words trail, growing softer. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.
“You really are ready for something like that, Kyra? I don’t want to push you too fast.”
“I am, I’ve been thinking of this a long time, I’m ready. It’s the perfect timing. I promise,” my words sound certain, even though I’m nervous. I think I have nerves because I’m excited, not because I’m scared.
“Okay, well you know I’d love to. I work on Sunday as you know, but Saturday I’m free. I can come over Friday night until Sunday morning. How is that?” His voice suddenly a bit more awake, I can hear the excitement in his voice.
“Do you really want to be here with me all weekend? I understand if you don’t,” my voice is small, but I don’t want to take all his time up.
“Kyra, don’t be silly. Where else would I want to be, I’m going to be with the girl I love. I’ll be there after I get out of work, go home and change. I also expect dinner to be made, candles and all.”
“Yes Sir,” I giggle, feeling relaxed.
We spend the next half hour talking, before saying goodnight. I know I’m going to be busy with cleaning up and getting ready for tomorrow night. I know if my parents ever found out that Nicolas slept over, they’d flip their lids. I don’t care though, I respect my parents but I know what I’m doing. I haven’t been rushing into this. This is what I want. I’m about to lose my virginity!
Getting to school, I tell Sadie the news. As usual she is just as excited for me, as I am. She runs down a list of things I should do, but it’s kind of obvious what needs to be done at this rate. She also tells me a bit of surprising news. She is meeting that guy she met off the internet. I, of course, now go down the list of being careful. Sadie tells me she knows what she’s doing, not to worry about her. She’ll text me, to let me know she’s okay.
The day seems to drag by, but eventually, it ends and I get home as fast as I can. That morning, my parents gave me some weekend spending money. They told me not to stay in all weekend; they even jokingly said not to have any parties. But, they didn’t say I couldn’t have a boy over. I guess I’m not breaking their rules, now, am I?
Spending two hours cleaning and making sure everything is how I want it to be, I go to clean my room. I change the bed sheets and make sure that there is nothing here I don’t want him to see. Nicolas has never been in my room before; my dad would never allow that. Now that everything is set, I go to take a shower.
With the shower pouring down over me, I let my mind wander over everything that is going to happen this weekend. I can’t help but love how I’ve been exploring myself, and how grateful I am to have a friend like Sadie. She’s helped me, more than she knows, I think. Of course, it also helps to have such a wonderful boyfriend, who hasn’t pushed me into having sex.
After my shower, I dress in something simple: I don’t want to come off as if I’m trying too hard. Nicolas is already mine, I know he cares and loves me. I don’t need to be extreme with him. However, I am making him dinner, even though I know he was joking. He’s been working all day and needs real food to eat.
Seven sharp Nicolas shows up, he embraces me, kissing me deeply. His touch is possessive and needy. I can’t help but let out a low moan, tasting his minty breath. I smile through our kiss, falling deeper for him with each passing moment.
“Mmm, I have a surprise for you,” I groan out.
“How much more can you offer me,” he whispers against my lips.
I giggle, pulling him by his hand, “you’ll see, come on.”
Heading towards the kitchen, dinner is served. I made him one of his favourites, eggplant Parmesan. I even made sure to put out candles, with a table cloth, making it look all fancy. The lights are dim, giving it a cosy romantic feeling.
“Babe, you know I was joking last night, but wow, you went all out. If I had known, I would have brought wine or something. It all looks so amazing.”
“Don’t worry, I have some. My parents keep a few bottles.”
“Haven’t you thought of everything, this is great, babe.”
We sit down, filling our plates and talking about our days. He tells me he misses school sometimes, telling me to enjoy what I have left of it. I giggle, telling him I will as he pops open the bottle of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. He tries it, telling me it’s a perfect choice for the meal. I blush, taking a small sip. I’m not much of a drinker, but wanting something to soothe the nerves. They aren’t too bad, but enough to be known.
By the time dinner is over, we’ve polished off the wine, opening another. We go into the living room, putting in After Earth. It’s one neither of us seen and has Will Smith in it, it must be good, right? Curling up into his lap, we watch whilst touching one another. It’s just simple touches, caressing one another. It feels so natural to have him here with me. The DVD is rather good, but eventually we start kissing, ignoring the film all together.
Clothing slowly starts coming off, kissing each other still, feeling the excitement growing higher. My skin feels ultra sensitive, making me whimper with need. I want him, want so much of him, all of him. His lips are exploring my neck, biting lightly at the nape, working slowly down towards my breasts. My bra is still on, but my nipples are so hard you can see them through it. I blush because of it, he caresses his palm over one of them, making the nipple even harder.
The mix of the desire for him, and the wine, take effect quickly. His eyes are on me, making sure that I want to do this, I smile at him, giving him the go ahead. He smiles at me, before slipping his hands around me to unclip my bra. My breasts fall free, my nipples harder being exposed to the air, makes me gasp. My first instinct is to cover them, but Nicolas stops me before I can. It’s like he knows what I was going to do.
I lean back against the sofa; he climbs over me, kissing my lips softy for a moment. He trails his lips down my skin again, before taking my breasts into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth is like a hot blanket. It’s like a cold winter night wanting to escape the cold air and slip into the blankets. That is what his mouth feels to me right now. I moan out, craving him, he begins to suckle on my nipple. It almost feels weird, a slight tickle that makes you breathless.
He switches back and forth with them, taking his time, bathing me in need. I’m his own personal drug and he is mine. The sounds of the credits play, and he reaches for the remote and hits mute. The wind outside dances in the leaves, mixing with the wind chimes in the back garden. My breathing is what we hear the most. The soft ticking sound of the clock in the next room plays in tune with my gasps. My legs opening for him, he sinks between them, I wrap my legs around him. I become possessive, needing him there.
My fingers dance over his bare back, caressing him lightly. His cock strains against his jeans, pressing against my panties. We roll our hips together as he continues to suck on my nipples. I watch him working my nipples, sucking on them harder. His teeth, his tongue, his mouth, everything, he uses them all to please me. My panties are soaked; feeling as though I might come with what he is doing to me so far. I hold off the best I can though.
“Baby, take me to my room,” I groan, whimpering with need. I want us to feel comfortable and in my bed.
“I thought you’d never ask, Angel face,” with grace he slips off me, and picks me up into his arms.
He cradles me, carrying me to my room. I point the way, with him pushing the door further open with his foot, he sets me on the bed. I watch him undress, watching in awe, loving how amazingly fit he is. He comes to me now, undressing what little I have left on. He peels my panties off, seeing my smooth pussy. He smiles, scanning over my body, taking in the sight of what he shall have soon.
“You look so beautiful, Angel face,” his voice is low, sexy and full of lust. It makes my pussy tighten with want for him.
“You make me feel beautiful, I love the way you look at me like that, Nicolas. I love you,” I shiver, feeling him climb on to the bed with me.
He moves between my legs, opening me to him again. This time, he looks at my bare pussy, a look of total lust and need filling his eyes. His erection, which is already so hard, becomes all the more when I let out a soft moan.
Coming down to my level, he kisses my inner thighs, working closer into me. His tongue skirts over my mound, teasing the sensitive flesh of where I’ve shaved. With slow, skilled movements, he works his tongue up and down my slit with just barely a touch. It is so erotic; it makes me writhe with need already. Finally, when his tongue does make contact with my clit, my entire body responds. It’s like a gasoline fire being set; burning passion erupts fast and hard.
Everything he is doing to me sets me afire higher, bringing me to the boiling point of no return. His tongue plays and teases with my clit, his finger probing at my entrance until he works it in, knuckle deep. I grip the blankets, arching my hips into him; he brings me closer to my orgasm. I want to come hard for him. My head thrown back, I whimper out, begging him not to stop. Not that I think he has any intentions to, but I can’t help but beg him still.
He sucks hard on my clit, pulling it into his mouth, making me cry out his name. The sounds coming from me are nothing I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing before. I can’t help but blush, writhing under this man as he pleases me. I’m spinning so fast. I almost feel like I’m on one of those merry-go-rounds at the park, spinning far too fast, trying to stay on it.