When it Happens

Chapter 26

"Come on, Vivian. Can't I open my eyes now?"

I guided his arm closer to the living room and stopped him right next to the stairs. I couldn't help but sound giddy as I said, "Okay, open them!"

I could only imagine what he was thinking about when I saw the corners of his mouth turn upward and look at me. "You did this all yourself?"

I nodded and looked at my accomplishment. I had moved the coffee table that sat in front of the couch to fit the pulled up tent, with the fireplace on, the crackling sound of the fire toning out the heavy rain from outside. It was perfect.

"Yeah. I just thought if we can't go camping outside, why not bring it inside?"

He smiled again, gazing at the tent. "Well, m'lady," He said in a cheesy, horrible British accent and grabbed my hand. "Shall we?"

Giggling, I led him to the tent and we crawl through the opening. I had laid out a couple of blankets and threw some of the pillows that were on the couch in there as well.

He looks at me amazed. "I still can't believe that you did all this by yourself. And in record timing, too! I was only up in my room for, what, ten minutes?"

I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "It ain't my first rodeo when it comes to camping." And it wasn't. My father used to take me all the time when Bobby and I were little. Even if a majority of our camping trips were easy treks to our backyard, it was one of our favorite things to do as a family. Minus my mom. She doesn't like bugs. She prepared the platter of s'mores and took us out waters every couple of hours to check on us.

My dad and I actually had plans to go camping for my birthday weekend the year he passed, but, as you know, he never made it to my birthday.

"So, whaddya plan to do with me in here? Get me laid?" He asked teasingly, and I corked open the bottle of champagne I had stolen from my mother's alcohol cabinet that she only used for big events at our house (which rarely happened) and poured some in a glass. My mom wasn't a drinker at all. How could she be? She saw what that stuff did to my dad, it killed him. Matter of fact, some of the alcohol in that cabinet probably hadn't been touched since my dad was alive. Might as well make good use of them.

I lightly put my hand on his jawline. "Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind." I kissed him, and our lips were still together as I guided him on his back and straddle my legs on top of him. I planted kisses starting from his lips to the side of his neck, and I began to start lightly sucking his skin.

Meanwhile, his hands were resting on my lower back. I kissed him again and pull his t-shirt off over his head. "Woah, woah, woah, Vivian, what are you doing?"

I lifted my head and looked down at him, smiling. "Nate, I'm ready."

His pursed lips grinned widely, and he grabs my waist and flips me over, so he was on top. I looked up at him. Holy abs, I thought, and before I knew it, my shirt was off too, thrown into the corner where both my shorts and his would soon after join.

I found myself becoming widely insecure. Yeah, I was fit, but I was nothing to the likes of Nathaniel Remington.

His right hand soon made its way into my undies and he looks at me for permission. I quickly nodded, and I felt two of his fingers inside me, pumping slowly. I quietly winced at first, but then, I quickly got used to it, and soon it felt good.

I could feel his length begin to harden, and I knew I was doing something right. While his fingers were still inside me, I began to rub him through his boxer underwear, and he smirks. I cup his balls in my hands, which earns a "Shit, Ralphie. Are you sure this is gonna be your first time?"

I laughed, and my thighs started to shake as his fingers were still pumping inside of me. When he noticed, he pulls them out of me. I pulled his huge erection out of his boxers and he quickly slides them off around his feet and throws them. I start to stroke his penis, and he rubbed his fingers in a circular motion on my back, tracing the lining of my bra. He unclipped it and pulled it off around of me.

It was at this moment I knew things were starting to get serious, and my breaths became shorter. The second I pull my underwear off, the thing I held so much pride in keeping, my virginity, would be gone. The only thing keeping me from losing it was this thin piece of fabric separating my life of purity to Nate.

My heart pounded as he positioned himself on top of me, and he grabbed the edge of my underwear and slid them down my legs. I think he could tell from my face I was nervous, so he told me, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

"No!" I yelled. "I'm ready, I promise. I'm just a little nervous."

His warm smile immediately calmed me down. "It's okay, I'll go slow, I promise you."

That was all the commitment I needed, and I open my legs. He bites the bottom of his lip, Aw, he was nervous too, and grabbed his erection and put a condom that he got from his shorts pocket on, and he slid right into me.

Shit! It hurt like a motherfucker!

I couldn't help but yelp, and he looked down at me, nervous. "Babe, did I hurt you?"

I shook my head no, and he continues his slow thrusting motion. It took me a minute to get used to until it started feeling good.

And then it started to feel really good.

I groaned, telling him to go faster, and he obliged. I lightly scratched his back, and I thrusted with him. Our movement together was perfect. I slid my hand underneath his and hold it. We fit like a glove.

My pelvis area began to tighten, and I squealed. "Nate, I think I'm coming-"

"Hold off as long as you can. I wanna come together."

A couple minutes of continued thrusting, and I was about to lose it. I almost came, but then I could tell he was too because his movement became quicker and more sloppy. "Okay, one, two, three-"

I may have been inexperienced, but that was the single most sexiest thing I had ever done. I went everywhere, and he pulls out of me, panting hard. He flipped and he laid flat on his back.

"Shit, Vivian. That was amazing. You were amazing." I smiled proudly at his words. No way would I get mistaken for a sex goddess, but I felt if I could turn on the beautiful Nathaniel Remington, I could do anything.

"I'm gonna go... take care of something." He said, and by something, I knew he meant the condom.

I laid there in the sound of rain and the fire crackling, staring up at the roof of the forest green tent. Did I really just do that? Did Nate and I just have sex?

It wasn't the horror story I was expecting. I look down at the blanket I was laying on and... yikes. A tiny stain of blood had formed. I folded it up and put it in my bag to make sure I washed it when I got home. I slipped my thong back on and threw my tank back over my naked body.

Five minutes later, Nate reappears with his boxer shorts back on and lays back next to me. I snuggle with him, looking at the watch that was on my wrist. 7:34 pm. Nate's flight left at 10:30 am the following day.

"Do we really only have less than 15 hours together?" I asked and he groaned. 

"This won't be the end of us, Viv, I swear. We'll find a way to make it work."

In my heart, I believed him. But in my mind, I thought, how could we? A 20-hour distance between us?  We didn't have the luxury of texting or social media back in the day. We had landline phones and nifty ol' letters. Nothing fancy. Keeping in touch with him sounded next to impossible. 

Lying on his chest, I knew it'd be hard leaving him the next morning. But hard was an understatement.