The Untitled Story

Chapter 12

The night was young when I nudged Tucker on this left hip and looked up at him with a wide gaze and crooked smile before looking down at the ground as we finished up our walk. He smiled back grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers into a pulsating grip. I felt my body heat up. My pale face is flushed with a nervous excitement yet covered by my hair and I was hoping he doesn't see it. We walked silently back down the road to our hotel room. Passing the little shops in town and small diners filled with teens about our age having double dates. The linger smells of the diners filled my nose as he squeezed my hand and while still feeling the pulsation of his, I squeezed back. He looked down and gave me a half smile and continued looking ahead. I felt safe surrounded by him. Always.

I wasn't sure if it was because he was strong, or his height, his posture, the way when he spoke other people didn't just listen to him, they paid attention to him. He had an allure about him that drew you in. I never could place a finger on what it was exactly that my my heart skip a beat whenever the phone rang and his name showed up, or why my stomach always twisted when he said my name a little bit more dominant than he normally would, but I knew no matter what is was, he was mine, and as long as he was mine I was safe from the world.

As we arrived back to the hotel room, I told him to sit and wait. No sleeping. He smirked although hesitant then he nodded and slid his boots off the side of the bed. He still doesn't know that tonight is the night. I thought this would be easy. At least I don't think he does. I tried my best not to change any of my responses to him throughout the day. I laughed, smiled and held his hand. My intrusive thoughts always winning a constant battle in my head. My overthinking happened long before Tucker though. I just cant remember how long I have had them, like me, they have always just been there.

Although tonight was my night, my first time, a night that I have waited for so long now, I know it's not his. Besides him touching me while me made out, I was indeed still a virgin. He was in my mind a professional. Long before me, even though he was never in a committed relationship, he had several friends he would frequent throughout the week. Neatly filed based on the strength and weakness I would assume. The chick with black hair was good at A but not so much B or the one with the short brown hair was good at B and not so much A and the tall on with the car was good at C and so on down the list goes. I am not sure if that is how it really went but I would think so. He never continued to talk about them or to them for that matter. Guessing once they wanted a relationship, he would back off and pull another one out to add to his rotation. It all stopped once we started dating.

While I was in shower I kept double and triple checking that I did not miss any places. That there was not a single hair left to be found or felt for that matter. I was good. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the shower. The outfit I initially chose seemed out of place, more for someone with well, ya know, experience of which I had none. I causally placed my robe over my dripping body, tied it up, took another deep breath and walked out the bathroom. I could my body heat and at that point wasn't sure if it was me or from the shower. I smiled at Tucker. When he looked up from the T.V show he was watching his eyes focused in on me, watching every step that I took at this moment, more intense than I have ever seen prior to this moment while he tried to determine what was about to happen. I stepped closer to him and he stood up. My heart denounced its ability to beat. My head now floating. Tucker took one step towards me and ran his fingers through my wet hair before leaning down and whispering gently in my ear, "Are you sure?" I blushed. Smiled, "Yes, I am sure." He now towered over me holding my head gracefully in his hands as he leaned in and kissed my neck. The heat I was feeling moments ago was now all over my body.

As we kissed, passionately as we could, his hands moved down my shoulders slowly stripping away my robe onto the bed. His shirt removed in the moments that followed. It was then with one hand he lifted me up to his waist and I wrapped my legs around him as he laid me on the bed beneath him. My heart was racing, my head spinning my body unsure of how to respond to his like a dysrhythmia. His hand slid down my back grabbing my ass as he adjusted my body to meet his needs. He placed my hands on his back while he whispered gently, "let me know if you want me to stop." I looked at his eyes, so deep with color they almost seemed animalistic in nature. Taking his hand from under me, he caressed my inner thigh laying my thighs further apart from another. I showed resistance.

I wanted so badly to back away. I was nervous and he could feel it, he slowed down just enough to feel me relax. Once he was in position on top of me he leaned into my neck kissing my collar bone as he pushed himself inside of me. I ridged back as I felt slight pain. More like a burn. He stopped. "I am okay." He continued to push in. I could feel him pulsating or was that me? Slow and steady he moved his body with mine. Never too hard, to fast or too slow. As he arched himself up I watched his abs contracting with each seamless movement, following his rhythm, working my hips with his, allowing his hands to take control. I could not focus on anything other than his body pressed against mine. His body hair glistening with sweat, his arms hard, his jaw line tight.

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He had taken the one thing from me that I wouldn't give to anyone else. I was okay with that. I also wasn't sure how long we had been there in the moments before. Once we were finished he kissed me, told me that he loved me. I laid there with my thighs still twitching and shaking. My heart still pounding trying to catch up with my lungs. Still overwhelmed. Although I was happy, confusion rushed my head. While I was content who I chose for my first time. I felt ashamed. I almost hoped he wouldn't compare to the list of others I had made up in my head.

Aimee, you did it. YOU DID IT! Oh my, you did do it. I wrestled with myself and how before Tucker I would have never thought of this before marriage. He walked back to the bed, curled under the blanket with me, holding me from behind. Both of us still naked, still exposed, still vulnerable. I had never felt more comfortable around him than now. He pushed my now damp hair underneath of my head, "Are you okay?" "Yes, I am perfect." I whispered. "Yes, yes you are." I did not turn to him or even respond as I looked out the open hotel window the stars bight against the pitch-black sky. I pushed my thoughts to the back of mind, relaxed my shoulders more, nestled deeper into his arms as he tightened his grip around me. We both fell asleep.

By 10:30 we had the truck loaded and headed to our next adventure. Three more days of just Tucker. What could be better than this?