Match Made

Like A Virgin

Our weekend plans are reservations at a restaurant off the water called Seabound. It's actually at the end of the street where that Japanese restaurant is. As the valet takes his car Aden asks, "Seafood is your favorite, right?"

Smiling I nod. Once seated, I say, "My dad brought me here once. I think it's kind of expensive Aden."

Unmoved he reads the menu and then looks up asking, "Oh so you like it here?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all that matters."

I order the surf and turf with a Virgin Pina Colada, while he gets a steak dinner with a Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri. Once we're done the server hands him the bill and then waits for his reaction. Now looking at the total Aden says, "That's not bad at all," as he hands the server, who looks to be my dad's age, a hundred-dollar bill. Giving a smug smirk, Aden says to him, "Keep the change."

Dry, the server replies, "Thank you," and cuts his eyes toward me before he leaves.

Face twisted Aden scoffs, "Don't be mad at us because you work here. I should complain to the manager."

My hand now gently placed on top of his I say, "Please don't. Ignore him. Tonight is perfect."

Smiling he nods and says, "Let's go."

It's past nine at night when we pull up into my driveway. My mom had to help her family out of town this weekend so she, along with my younger sister and brother are gone until Sunday night. Desiree's boyfriend's car is in the driveway, but my home is pitch black. Sitting just looking towards the house a moment, Aden asks, "Is anybody home?"

Shrugging I exit his car and he follows. I open the door to thick blackness. Flicking on a light, I call out, "Des? Are you home?"

No one answers, so I lead Aden to the family room asking, "Do you want to watch TV?"

Shaking his head he asks, "May I see your room?"

Calling for Des one last time, when she doesn't respond, I answer, "Sure."

Now in my bedroom, he sees all my Morris Day and The Time posters. I have other artists but right by the light fixture, I have the picture he drew me taped beside his note asking me out. Embarrassed he says, "Please take this down. Why would you save that?"

Smiling I say, "Because it's special to me."

Shaking his head he cuts off my room light and then whispers, in my ear, "I like your room."

We start kissing as he leads me to my bed. Now lying down kissing, my body responds to his gentle lips and touches. Soon we're kissing passionately and he pants, "I love you, Kelly. Please let me make love to you."

Trembling I stammer out, "I-I'm scared."

Today I wore Desiree's fancy white, fuchsia, green tie-dye blazer and mini skirt outfit. Still fully dressed, he lifts my skirt and then starts removing my underwear. Fearful yet wanting him equally I begin helping him remove them. Once they're off he unzips his pants, pulls down his underwear, and tries to penetrate me. I'm closed tight, so the harder he pushes the more it hurts. I groan out, "Aden it hurts."

He sits on his knees, and I look away so as not to see his penis. It's then he whispers, "Let's try it standing."

Pinning me against the wall, he tries to insert it but to no avail. Soon we're tired from simply trying to get him inside of me. Returning to my bed, he pulls up his pants as I pull down my skirt. We lie there cuddling for a few minutes. Sighing he whispers, "It's late, so I better get home. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

Once he walks off the porch, he stops and glances back at me. I open the screen door asking, "What's wrong?"

He motions for me to come to him. I hurry his way as he points towards his car asking, "Where's Desiree's boyfriend's car?"

Heart pounding, I ask, "Did you hear them?"

Leaning back to look inside the house he answers, "No, but it's obvious they were here."

I cover my nose and mouth with both hands and take a deep breath. Caressing my arms he whispers, "They didn't hear us."

Quaking out of fear I say, "I hope not."

Through a bright grin, he teases, "If Des heard us, she would've come charging into the room. So, I'm confident they missed us."

Nodding I exhale. He kisses me on my cheek saying, "I'll call you. Now go inside so I can leave knowing you're safe."

Now inside I watch from the dining room window until he drives off.

Monday morning I'm feeling like a woman. I'm no longer a virgin. When I enter Aden's car, I notice he's glowing too. Dallas sat in the backseat clueless while Aden and I nonverbally adored each other.

Entering Whittier was a new experience today. While we walked through the halls Aden kept touching me. With his hand on the small of my back, he escorted me to my locker. No matter who was there today I saw only my man and me. No one said anything but Sonya just watched us. It seemed as if she could sense we had finally become intimate lovers.

Our crew hung out again the following weekend, but Dallas's mom wasn't home. We chill at his house playing Luther Vandross's new CD. Soon we're all booed up and kissing. Aden asks Dallas, "May we go to your bedroom?"

Dallas shakes his head no as he leads his girl into his bedroom but points us toward his mother's room. Frowning, Aden squints his way. Dallas shuts his door in our faces, laughing. Huffy, Aden grabs my hand leading me into Dallas's mom's bedroom. Deep in thought, Aden exits and then returns with a bath towel. Shutting the door he whispers, "We're not going to disrespect his mother's bed."

Although he means well, I doubt Dallas's mom would approve. Lying the towel on the floor we try to make love on top of it. This time he whispers, "Baby grab it and place me inside you."

It's solid and warm. I place its head right in the entrance of my walls and he gets it inside this time. I like how he feels. We made love for about five minutes before he released himself onto the towel. He goes into the bathroom to clean off and before standing I push my hair out of my face. The hand I held his Johnson with smells sweet.

Everyone warned me that sex has a distinct smell. However, others made me think it'd smell putrid. Before he returned, I sniffed my hand again. I guess I'm a weirdo because I like his scent.

Creeping back into the bedroom he hands me a wad of toilet tissue. He exits as I wipe myself clean to put on my underwear. Now in the hall, I can see everyone in the living room. Discreetly, I sneak into the bathroom, clean and fix myself up, then join the crowd.

We six sit enjoying Luther and conversing, but the night has to end. Dallas's girl and the other couple left in one car while Aden and I went in his car.