First Time

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Drew: 16
(Drew's pov)
-6pm-
Mom and dad let me spend the night at Rachel's tonight. My parents, especially my dad, is very lenient when it comes to my relationship with Rachel. However, her dad, Uncle Chaz, is a little more strict. He trusts me, but I guess he's just the typical dad that doesn't want his daughter to grow up.
Moving on, I walk up to Rachel's and open the door. There's no need to knock because I'm family to them.
"Oh hi Drew. Are you guys having a sleepover?"
Aunt Brooke greets me from the kitchen.
"Yea. Andre's supposed to be coming, but I'm not sure yet."
I kind of have to lie, because I don't want to cause them suspicion over me and Rachel.
"Ok, I'll keep a lookout for him. Do you want a cookie? I just made them."
She offers me a chocolate chip cookie, just out of the oven.
"Yes please. Do you want me to get one for Rachel?"
Using my manners, I take one and hold it in a napkin.
"Oh yes, she'd love that."
My aunt nods and I take another cookie for Rachel.
"I'm going to go upstairs. Thank you."
Then I dodge upstairs towards Rachel's room.
"Hey baby."
I find her sketching an apple on her windowsill from her desk.
"Oh hi Drew."
She turns to me with her mocha-colored hair wrapped up in a messy bun and a pretty smile plastered on her face.
"What are you up to?"
I take a peek at her sketch. It's really cool; she's working towards being an artist. Her peanut-colored room is covered in all her different paintings and drawings. My favorite is one of me, Andre, and Rachel. She drew it from a picture of us in 8th grade.
"Nothing. Just sketching."
She motions to her drawing, standing up from her desk. She's wearing a baggy white t-shirt with no shorts. Nice.
"I brought you a cookie."
My eyes are glued to her legs while I hand her a warm cookie.
"Aw, I love these."
She takes a bite of the cookie, fluttering her eyes at the taste. Meanwhile, I try to see what color panties she has on.
"Cut it out Drew."
She rolls her eyes and sits on her bed, and I just laugh and step closer to her.
"My bad."
I can smell the lavender lotion on her skin and the coconut shampoo in her hair.
"Shit, my dad should be getting here pretty soon. Plus, dinner's almost ready. Can you give me my sweats?"
Her eyes fill with innocence, so I open her middle drawer and give her a pair of grey sweatpants.
"Thanks babe."
Rachel pulls on her pants and gives me a big hug, kneeling on her bed.
"No problem."
Arms wrapped around her, I hug her back and kiss her head.
"Rachel, dinner's ready!"
Aunt Brooke calls from downstairs, and we make our way to the dinner table.
"Hi Drew. Are you staying for dinner?"
Uncle Chaz greets me when I sit down.
"Oh, yes I am."
Taking a seat next to Rachel, I nod and respond to my uncle. Aunt Brooke puts a plate of salmon, broccoli, and macaroni in front of me. Besides my mom, Aunt Brooke has the best cooking.
Dinner's good, and hopefully I can get some alone time with Rachel after this.
-11pm-
Rachel and I've spent the last hour and a half talking, eating cookies, and watching YouTube videos. But we haven't done anything related to physical contact or making out. Her parents want her door to me cracked open, so we can't get intimate at all. I know it's the thought of their daughter being alone with a boy, and I understand why it's a big deal. But what if she wants privacy? It's her choice. I almost wish I planned this out better, so Andre could help me out more. He already helped me the best he could.
-Flashback-
"Dude, you've gotta go for it, take risks. You made it to 1st base, kissing her. 2nd base, making out, which means you've touched her places. Now you've gotta hit 3rd base, sex. She participates right?"
Andre and I sit in my backyard, up in my old trees house.
"Yeah, but-"
"So she's probably thinkin' the same damn thing. Just go for it, fuck her, bang h-"
"Ok ok! I get it. You don't have to go into that. I don't even know how I'm gon' get her alone."
I shift in my bean bag and put down my phone.
"Well it won't include me, so just go for a sleepover. Tell 'em that I'm coming later when I'm really not. There. That's the plan. Cool?"
Andre texts on his phone while talking to me.
"Cool. Thanks man. Are you gon' hit up Cierra?"
I ask him about his girlfriend, who he met at school. He's had about three, but he says he didn't feel anything.
"Yeah, I'm going for 1st base tonight."
Andre smirks, and it makes me chuckle at his ways.
-End of Flashback-
Rachel's dad suggests me get to bed, so we wash up in the bathroom and make my bed on the floor. It's not that bad; there's an air mattress for me when Andre and I stay over.
"Goodnight."
We say our goodnights, then turn out the lights. It's quiet and dark for a few moments, until there's no sign of her parents. Then Rachel and I turn to each other.
"Let's go to the bathroom."
I whisper, glancing at the door. Every once in a while her parents will check on us.
"Ok."
Rachel and I place pillows under the sheets, making it look like we're sleeping; then we crawl to her bathroom. I quietly shut the door, then sit beside her on the floor with the lights unnoticeably dimmed down.
"So what do you wanna talk about?"
Her hair is messy as she hugs her knees to her chest.
"Mm, I don't really wanna talk babe."
I smile, making her smile; then we both press our lips to each other's. She lies on top of me as I slide my hands over her backside. We kiss, starting off slow, and it gradually increases to French kissing. Should I make the move? What she rejects me? Oh, this is harder than I thought.
"Rachel."
Quietly I murmur against her lips.
"Yea?"
Her minty breath hits against mine as she smiles perfectly.
"Can we do something else?"
I ask while nervously examining her reaction.
"Like what?"
She bites her lip with her hands on my chest.
"Like...this?"
I pull out a condom from my pocket and show it to her.
"Oh, Drew..."
She giggles silently and blushes under her hand.
"...I thought you'd never ask."
Joking around, she pulls off my shirt. Ok, well it can work this way too.

(A/N: I'm gonna make a part 2 for this one b/c I want to write a lot of detail. I mean, it's his first time you know? It's special😉😉😉 Next post is on Sunday)

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