New Girl in Town

Chapter eighteen

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Elijah (Sat, Oct 11)

  That night...it was the very first night I got to see her like this. She looked so...different. So very much different than the other times I'd looked at her. Her nightgown was glowing while the light of the moon was hitting on it. The robe she was wearing above her nightgown, made her look elegant in her own way. She looked perfect. That night, she looked the most perfect she ever had. And I was ready, I was ready to do anything with her.

  She turned to look at me with a smile on her face. At that moment, I couldn't think of anyone else but her. She was the only thing that could pass through my mind, and seeing her the way she was, made me not want to ever think of anything else but her. She slowly walked towards me, gently placing her hands on my chest. She looked up at me. I could see it, I could see how she wanted it as much as I did. She suddenly groaned in pain, and I noticed she placed her hand on her stomach.

  "Is everything okay? if you don't feel the best, we don't have to do it...", I told her, giving her a reassuring look. But all she did was place her index finger on my lips, hushing me.

  "I want to do it, I really do. and I want to do it today...Can you please pass me the bottle now?", she asked, pointing to the vodka bottle I had brought to her. I didn't feel like letting her do the same mistake and drink all sorts of drinks, so I brought her one type of drink, that was strong, too. I first checked to see that she was physically okay, and then brought her the bottle. We decided to first have a fun chat and listen to some music while she was drinking the vodka, so I decided to bring myself some Fanta to drink, so she wouldn't have to just sit and drink all by herself.

  "I'm ready", she said, placing the almost half-done bottle of vodka on my desk. She walked towards me once again, and sat on my lap, facing towards me. I smiled at her, excited for this new experience of ours. I slowly removed her robe, letting her nightgown be fully shown. She then leaned in and our lips locked. It was a passionate kiss. A kiss that showed how much we wanted each other, and at that moment, this was all that we wanted. The kiss was getting more and more intimate by the minute, each of us deepening it even more until we needed to break the kiss, gasping for air. The next thing I knew, I was kissing her neck, leaving hickeys all over it. I didn't want to stop, it didn't feel right to stop. I kept going down slowly from her neck to her collarbone, and then I...stopped. Elisabeth stared at me for a second, until I finally asked her.

  "Can I take it off?", I tried to sound as calm as I could, but it was honestly the first time I'd see a woman naked in front of me. Trust me, all of the times Elisabeth happened to be naked, I never looked. It didn't feel right to do so. And even though at that moment I knew it was okay for me to see her, I still felt like I was invading her privacy.

  "O-of course you can...!", she said, sounding both excited and anxious. She was trembling quite a little. I was sure the fact I was going to see without clothes was making her anxious. And this time, it made her more anxious than ever. Because she knew she wouldn't be able to hide. Not from me, personally, but from someone seeing her naked. No matter who that person was. I slowly pulled the straps of her nightgown down, letting it fall on my thighs. For a moment, I was too scared to look. I was afraid she was going to run off and leave, but just as I thought of all that, she put her hand on my cheek.

  "Y-you can turn around. You don't have to b-be scared...", she was now trembling like crazy. Her entire body seemed to have gone crazy. I wasn't sure what would help her at that moment; me turning to face her? or me never looking her way? This time she put both of her hands on my face, trying to get herself to look at me. "Please...look at me...d-do you not think I'll look...a-appealing?", and then, that's when I was finally sure. The thing that would help her, was to in fact face her. Her hands were still placed on my face, as I was turning towards her. She was still trembling, her hands placed on my face, smiling at me, waiting to see what I had to say...I was still scanning her body. Her beautiful, blonde hair, which was now tied up in a bun, her beautiful green eyes, which reminded me of the trees, the nature. And of course, her lips. Those lips that I couldn't resist. I gently grabbed her by the chin and kissed her again. My fingers were running around her back, and her fingers were stroking my hair.

  "Can I uh...touch you...you know?", I asked, and she looked at me.

  "My breasts? But of c-course...!", and she started laughing. It was an awkward laugh. She was still as nervous as I was. I honestly didn't know why I was this nervous...It wasn't usual for me to be this nervous. My thoughts were interrupted by Elisabeth looking at me. "Is everything okay? You seem...off", I turned to her, and the only thing I could think of doing at that moment was to pull her body closer to mine. The gap between us was finally closed. I slowly placed my hand on one of her breasts. It was better than I expected it to be, and I seemed to enjoy touching it. And it seemed like she liked it, too, letting out a few moans. Just like we'd stopped, we now continued our kiss. One hand was playing with her breast, and the other one was going down to her thigh, slowly examining her body before reaching that part. "Oh my...You sure know what you're doing boy...", she said in between our kisses.

  "Only the best for you, my queen", I said, and she laughed at the nickname I called her. She seemed to like it, nonetheless. My hand had quickly made its way to her underwear, hesitant as to what I should do. If seeing her breasts was making me nervous, seeing her vulva was making me almost faint out of nervousness.

  "Are you g-going to take it o-off? Or should I j-just do it for y-you...?", she said, once again her trembling increasing. I placed my hands on the edges of her underwear and decided that I was going to take them off myself. She helped by trying to get herself to a position where it'd be easier to take them off and then sat back on my lap, facing me once again, completely naked this time. It was the first time I'd seen a woman naked. And it was the first time I'd seen her naked. She looked as stunning as ever. More stunning than any piece of cloth could ever make her look. Because this was who she truly was, under all this fabric and jewels. Today, what was sitting in front of me was the real her. Raw. Nothing covering her. And that was one of the best versions of her I could ever look at.