It has been insane how much attention I have had recently and I love all the girls who are tweeting me and talking to me all the time. However there is one very special girl who has been there from the start and her name is Shay. She is so beautiful and she makes me nervous cause she should be way out of my league yet for some reason she sits next to me, holding my hand when I talk non stop about maths equations or my work. She was most excited when I went to meet the boys but not because she is a massive fan but because it was a huge moment in my career and she is so supportive of what I do. Now I beg none of you to get jealous because you are all so special to me and I love you endlessly and If the law would allow it I'd marry you all and move you into a big house with me where we would live happilly ever after. (I think only Hugh hefner can get away with that though). Anyway back to Shay. She is one of those girls one direction always sing about "Insecure" but i don't understand why and just downright perfect. She helps me with my presentations and makes me bacon and eggs in the morning. Until quite recently the most I had ever done was kiss her and sleep (clothed) in a bed beside her. I didn't need anything more. She could have been a nun and I'd still have loved her the same. However the other day she was sat next to me watching some quiz shows on the tv and suddenly she turned and said "Marcel have you ever thought about sex?"
Now I'll be perfectly honest here. I'm a boy so of course I'd thought about it but only in the "I wonder If anyone would ever want to sleep with me kind of way". I must have turned the colour of a tomato and darker and I gulped so deeply that I nearly choked. She just looked at me with her inoccent eyes, patient as ever until i could speak.
"Um well I've thought about it but Its not something that I feel I need to have to be happy."
She looked down and smiled shyly before batting her eyelids and looking back up at me.
"I want to be your first and I want you to be mine."
I can't tell you how proud and honored I felt in that second, my heart just swelled and I could not remember a time I was ever happier. The fact she wanted to give me something so precious was just perfect. I smiled at her and softly said "I would love that."
What I failed to realise despite my 179 IQ was that she meant right then. She took my hand and lead me from the sitting area, the TV still blaring in the background.
I followed her upstairs to my bedroom where she gently nudged the door with her elbow and led me in. She didn't turn the lights on but took me straight over to the bed and pulled me down beside her. I was nervous but something inside me took over, I think it was the pride. I took her chin in my hands and tilted it up to kiss her. As our lips met she lay back on the bed and I lowered myself over her. I was feeling slightly aroused now, yet still blissfully happy. She pulled away and batted her eyelashes at me then gently she slid my glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. Next off was my sweater vest, then my tie and my shirt. I was topless now, leaning above her, one hand spread at either side of her shoulders. She slowly lowered her hands and tugged her own top up to her chin where it jammed under her. I leant back slughtly and she sat up and pulled the rest off. I inhaled sharply. She was so breathtaking. Her skin was so fair and rosy. I didn't realise but I must have bit down on my lower lip because a second later she reached up and tugged it from my teeth. I smiled shyly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I checked.
She giggled "It was me who suggested it baby."
I smiled at her as she leant back down. We began to kiss again, our tounges dancing to a jazzy rhythm. her hands reached up into my hair and tugged at a tiny curl at the nape of my neck that had come loose. I smiled against her lips as she twirled it around her index finger. lifted my own hand and gently brushed the side of her cheek then cautiously lowered it down her neck, across her shoulder and up her arm towards my head. I took the hand she was using to play with my hair and placed it on the back of my head, encouraging her to play with my hair. Her hand ran through the gel and pulled my messy curls loose. I normally hated people seeing my curls but with her I didn't care. She twirled them around her fingers and let them run over her palm. All the time I continued to kiss her. After a few minutes she sat up and I kenlt back to give her room. She slipped her bra down over her shoulders and I did my best not to stare. She smiled at me and slowly climbed on to my knee, a leg on either side. She kissed my mouth then my jaw and slowly lowered her way down, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my chest. I sighed, loving the feeling she brought to me.
Okay I could continue on but I think its fairly obvious what happened and I don't want to push my baby girl into the limelight :) love you all. Marcel
