ASHLEY

32

   We pull up to this fancy resturant with strings of capturing lights hanging from the trees lined up down the length of the path leading to the restaurant. Isaiah parks the car come around on my side to help me out the car. He intwines my fingers in his as he leads me to the entrance. I stop him and pull out my phone to snap a see pictures. I want to be able to scroll through my phone and remember every detail of this date. Once we get enough pictures we proceed down the path.

   The waitress shows us to our seats and take our order of drinks. The restaurant is just as beautiful inside as it is on the outside. The tables are draped with white table cloths. Their centerpieces are these beautiful tiny white lamps with three black legs that curl at the bottom. Huge bouquets of flowers outline the walls and the lights hang low in these big dome-shaped lanterns, beige and red diamond shapes cut out around it. The place is packed as to be expected. It is Valentine's day after all. The chatter of the people around us and the clanging of silverware in plates are like music to my ears. "This place is nice. Must have cost an arm and a leg."

   Isaiah shrugs in response. "It was well worth it." This brings a smile to my face. He spent all this money on me. I feel so special and I have Isaiah to thank for that.

   Isaiah reach across the table and grab my hand. He stares at me with great intensity. "Bria I-I'm so amazed by you. I have been since the day I ran into you at the mall. And when I spoke to you, your voice sounded like an angel's. You have changed my life so much it's crazy. You're great with my family, you're respectful to my mom, supportive, beautiful, sexy. In the short amount of time that I've come to know you, I've grown to love you. I know that's a big word and you might not be ready for that but it's okay. I don't expect you to say it back just because I've said it. If you have to wait until you're completely sure that's perfectly okay with me. Just know that when you do I know my heart will swell up. We're young now and we've got our whole lives ahead of us. I hope to have a future with you and to show you how serious I am about that I want to give you this," he reach into the pocket of his jacket and pull out a small box and hand it over to me. Eyes trained on me as I open it. It's a silver ring. A promise ring. An infinity simple knotted in the silver band.

   "Isaiah-"

   "It's a promise ring. Its not real-"

   "I don't care. It's lovely," I gasp. I hold my hand out for him to slide it on my finger. Who cares if it's real or not. Its the message behind it that I care about. A person could receive a house of expensive gifts and they not mean anything so this ring, I will wear all the time. We'll except when I need to take it off to wash my hands. I lean over the table. Pressing my lips against his in a gentle kiss.

   Our kiss gets interupted when the waitress comes back to take our order. She receives it and retreats to the back to fill it. As soon as she comes back we dig in to the food. It's delicious. The flavors burst into my mouth. The servings are enough to stuff me up, which I'm thankful for. No sense in paying for an expensive meal that does little to satisfy your appetite. Since Isaiah paid for this lovely dinner I take it upon myself to leave a tip. Isaiah has a few objections to me doing it of course but eventually I convince him that it isn't too much to pay the tip and that I really don't mind it.

   We thank the kind woman for her service when we catch her while leaving. I rest my head on Isaiah's broad shoulder as we walk down the path. People pass is by, on their way to an enjoyable meal like Isaiah and I shared moments ago.

   Once again Isaiah holds the door open for me and waits until I'm safely inside before shutting the door and getting in himself. "Isaiah..." I let the rest of what I was going to say hang in the air. I crawl over the armrest and onto his lap. Straddling him. I begin thrusting my hips against him in the slowest way. His member growing hard against me puts a smile on my face.

   "Bria," he moans.

   "You ever have sex in a car?" I ask bodly. His reaction to the question alone has my nipples growing hard. A tingling sensation between my legs. I begin unbundling his belt and then his pants. He squirms under my touch.

   "Bria-"

   I shake my head, hair falling over my face. "There's no one around. Besides it's dark anyway. I want to if you want to."

   "Are you sure? We shouldn't rush into things."

   "I'm not rushing into anything. Don't you want me?" I can't think of one guy that would turn down sex. I want him to touch me. I want it tonight. We've been taking things so slow for so long. I don't want to go slow with him tonight's. Its Valentine's day for crying out loud.

   "Of course I do-"

   "Then shut up and fuck me." I crash my lips against his. Breaking apart not once while he slides his pants down. His thick member pressed against my thigh sends my body into overdrive. His size exciting me. He takes of his jacket and I help him unbuckle his shirt quickly. Somehow I manage to get my black, lace panties off. I rub my clot over the length of him. A soft moan escaping me. Isaiah plants soft kisses up and down the length of my neck. I tilt my head back to allow him better access. Moans are filled in the air from both ends.

   Having enough of the teasing I pull away and grab his cock tightly. Hand moving and down its length. His veins pulse under my warm touch. A painful moan comes from him. He slides down and I reposition myself on top of him to allow for easy entrance. "Are...you...sure?"

   I nod. Of course I'm sure. He positions himself at my entrance. Waiting. Just as he's about to enter a thought cross my mind. "Condom?"

   He press the button on the glove department and pull out a gold packet. "This is going to sound embarrassing but my mom made me keep some on me...just in case." Is it wrong of me to find his embarrassment quite amusing?

   I take the condom from his hand and slide it on. "Not embarrasing at all."

    Sliding down on his hard rock has me gasping for air. Head resting on a broad shoulder. Inhailing the manly cologne. His strokes are hard, yet gentle. Slow yet fulfilling. I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. "Oh Isaiah...uh...uh...yes..."

   "Fuck!"

   I throw my head back as I take control, riding his thick cock. I'm no virgin, obviously. But I'm no whore either. I feel a tightness in my stomach. My right walls clench Isaiah's cock even tighter. I continue to ride him until the feeling in my stomach grows stronger. No longer able to hold back, come spills out. At the same time Isaiah comes. We ride out the rest of our wave in perfect harmony.

   "You're amazing Bria."

   "So are you. This might was perfect," I say out of breath.

   "I wish our first time could have been in a real bed."

   I hum. "I kind of like doing it in a car. We should do this more often. You've been holding out on me."

   "Like I said, I didn't want to rush into it. It was worth the wait though."

   Still inside me, he grabs my hand start playing with my fingers. "I wish we could spend the night together."

   "Don't pout. I wish I could take you home too. I'll just have to stop by early in the morning. Sounds good?"

   "Mhm."

   Reluctantly I climb off of Isaiah and return to my seat. Adjusting my dress. Isaiah does the same with his clothes. We sit and enjoy each other's company. We hold hands and talk until it gets late. We even go at it a second round. We couldn't help ourselves. The tension was building so thick.

   Isaiah walks me to the door and kiss me long and hard before wishing me good night. A grown forms on my face as I watch him walk away. A man that loves me. At least he said he does. I don't know if it's really love and I'm not sure I want it to be. We're young. Who are we to say we know what love is? I force those thoughts out of my head. We had a nice evening. I don't want to spoil it by thinking.

   Once inside I slump against the door with a smile, thumb placed over my lips. I don't know if I love Isaiah Cooper but I can honestly say he makes me happy.