The First Time

The Date

I had been dating this guy for quite some time now. We really liked each other and were intensely attracted to each other too. It had been three weeks precisely, and we hadn't gone farther than a kiss. But tonight was different. We decided to dine at a nice restaurant in a fancy hotel. We both knew what would come at the end of the meal.

I had butterflies in my stomach, and I had lost all my appetite for food. I hungered for something else altogether. He didn't seem afflicted with the same problem though. He polished off his plate of risotto while I pushed food around in my plate. I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

He solicitously asked me if I would like some dessert. I looked at him like he'd gone mad and he smirked knowingly. He settled the bill and refused when I offered to pay my share. He then took my hand and led me to the set of elevators that would lead us to the room that he'd booked on the 15th floor for us.

For the occasion, I'd dressed to kill. I was wearing a strapless turquoise cocktail dress that hugged my body like a second skin. It stopped mid-thigh and didn't leave a lot to the imagination. It was almost indecently short. My hair was loose, and I was wearing ankle
length boots with 4-inch heels. I hadn't accessorized with anything, and my makeup was minimal for a natural look. He looked ravishing in his blue denim and white buttoned-down shirt.

The entire time I waited for the elevator with his hand in mine, I tried to steady my breathing, but it was an exercise in futility. His thumb was running circles on the sensitive skin of my inner wrist, and I couldn't suppress my instinctive shiver at the innocent caresses.

Finally, the elevator pinged its arrival, and he stepped aside to let me enter. He followed me inside and the doors closed. My heart was in my mouth, and his proximity to me in the close confines of the elevator was not doing anything for my state of mind. There wasn't even banal music in the elevator to take my mind off of what was to come. I could hear my heart beating incessantly and willed myself to calm down. I tried counting backward in my head from 100, anything to distract me but nothing could stop me from hyperventilating. I reminded myself that this is what I'd wanted for quite some time now and finally, I was going to get it. Finally, we reached the 15th floor, and he retook my hand as he guided me towards our room. He took the electronic key card smoothly out of his jeans pocket and swiped it in the door. It opened, and I stepped inside. I heard the click of the lock sliding home in the door as I felt my nervousness return.