Michael had been so attentive to me while I was recovering; I was going crazy not being able to train. This injury had completely ended my dancing career. Most of Michael’s time seemed to be spent with me in my apartment.
“Hey baby,” Michael said grinning as he leaned down to kiss me, turning it into yet another make-out session. We had been dating for just about four months and I had a feeling that he wanted something more. I was still trying to figure out if I wanted to let him be my first or not. I knew I should talk to him, but we had never gotten to the point where I needed too.
Michael rolled over so that he was on top of me, deepening the kiss. I moaned as he sucked on my lip. His hands slowly made their way up my shirt, resting on top of my bra. Pulling away from the kiss, I looked up at him, biting my lip.
“Can we slow down?” I whispered, a blush covering my face.
“Of course.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. “Is something wrong?”
“I just…” I started, whispering the last part softly as my blush deepened, “I haven’t ever done this before…”
Michael rolled off of me, wrapping me up in his arms. “You’re a virgin?” Michael asked, surprise etched across his face.
“Yeah…I’ve never really had much time for a relationship and I didn’t want to just toss something so important to me away.” I said, burying my face into his chest.
“Hey,” Michael said, running his hand through my hair, “We can wait as long as you want.” I smiled up at him and kissed him gratefully on the lips, and curling up next to him as we spent the rest of the night talking and holding each other.
Several months passed with me not being able to train, until I finally got the okay to get back in the pool, as long as I kept it easy and didn’t push it too much. I trained every day, missing Michael in the pool, he seemed determined that he was done, even though I caught his longing looks at the pool when he came to pick me up. I pushed myself hard, determined to improve in my swimming because I no longer had dance to take up any of my attention.
All of my time spent out of the pool was spent trying to dance again, something that was not going well. Michael was losing his patience with me; I could tell that it was hurting him just as much as it was hurting me that I could no longer dance as I once had. I had managed to trick Michael into swimming again, convincing him that I needed him in the pool pushing me to improve. Even though it was true that I trained better having him by my side, I was trying to get him to realize how much he missed competing and actually winning.
After a particularly long practice I came home and sat in the kitchen watching Michael cook, finally realizing something. “What?” Michael asked, cracking a smile as he saw me staring at him.
“I love you.” I said, causing him to almost drop the pot full of paste he was holding.
“You what?” Michael said, completely thrown off by how casually I threw it out.
“I love you.” I repeated, smiling up at him. “I just realized it and I thought you should know.”
“I love you too.” Michael said smiling at me, placing food in front of me and leaning down to kiss me. Unfortunately the food went to waste as I forcefully kissed him back. We had some how moved to my bedroom in the midst of our passionate kiss and I soon felt my bed against my back as Michael softly pushed me down onto it. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him pushed against me.
In that moment I realized that it was time. I slide my hand slowly up Michael’s shirt, pulling it off. Michael stared down at me, questioning me if I was sure. I smiled up at him, nodding. That was all Michael needed to pull my shirt off and slowly unclothe me, seeming to double check that I was okay with it as we went.
I saw Michael get protection and put it on as he slowly leaned into me. “I love you so much,” He whispered, as I gasped when he got all the way inside me.
Once we had finished, I laid naked, entwined in his arms, slowly falling asleep.
