12th December 2018
His hands touched me softly. His fingers were light, gentle waves sweeping along my body. His lips, ruby red and full of longing and love. His breath was alright too, I always thought he was a smoker, you know, occasionally, when he thought no other could see. But no. It tasted like he'd had a mint before he came. Or two. Or the whole packet. Maybe he was just nervous. Yes that was it. Nerves.
I waited. He looked at me with chestnut eyes. "Um hello..." He said as if he was surprised to see me. Why? He's come to my house hasn't he? "Lovely to see you... Quick better come upstairs, the neighbors are dead nosy." I stuttered. I guess I was a little surprised to see him here, A. that he'd found (he doesn't seem the brightest...) And B. that he'd actually come. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. He looked a little shocked at my sudden lack of gentleness. "Sorry" I whispered shutting the white wooden door, making a louder bang than I had meant to. I dont think he heard what I'd said. He was too preoccupied finishing his mint. Interlocking his fingers with mine i, much more gently, took him upstairs on the charcoal grey carpet under the chandelier to my bedroom.
"Sorry about the mess" I whispered. Why did I whisper? "At least if my mum comes back early she'll have to crash through a barricade of miscellaneous stuff so well definitely hear her". My attempt at humour, however feeble, was enough to make him crack a smile. I love his smile. Like buttercream. Or summer. Or everything good in the world wrapped into one. "You seem quite shy" I muttered. "Yeah... Only because it's my first time...".
How sweet.
Like peaches.
We turned to face eachother. I could hear him breathing. Deep breaths. How scared was he? I looked up at him. Christ he's taller than I thought. Sexy? Indeed, but certainly not practical when you're 5'3 and in your school uniform. No heels in sight. He plopped his phone on the bed. He didn't take his eyes off me. Not for a single second. He swallowed.
Brainwave.
I grabbed a stool from the corner of the room. I put it beside him. "There we go." I stated rather pleased with myself. "What, you want me to get on here?" He said a little alarmed. God his stupider than I thought. I just looked at him, got on the stool and hugged him. "Oh yeah..." he said knowingly. My god he's muscular. Must be from rugby. I felt his heart pounding in his chest. "Oh are you alright?" I whispered, placing my hand on his heart softly. "I'm just not used to this..." He replied "what seeing me out of my natural habitat? Hang on just let me check; is this more or less stressful than when Mr Miller flipped that coin" I laughed. "It's a lot more stressful to be honest..." he replied. His smile was back. We looked at each other, my hands on his chest his nipples like little bullets under his school shirt.
"are you ready?" I whispered. He nodded. I looked into his eyes. Our blushing lips touched and a spark was created between us. We kissed. A passionate dance of our tongues. His strong hands started to hold my waist. My small ones wondered away from his chest to his shoulders up to play with his thick wavy hair. His hands then began to meander their way to my lower back and then a little lower still. Did he mean to? This went on for a good 5mins. The best 5mins I'd spent on that drizzly Wednesday.
We broke away. Me first.Then him. "Did you like that?" I smiled
"That was amazing..." He replied
Lots of things happened after that. Not the kind of things that belong in a diary.
I Can't wait for chemistry on Friday!
