He kept his left hand on the back of my neck, with my hair intertwined in his fingers. His right trailed down my front, stopping to wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer to his body, and I was now sitting on the edge of the table. His face was pressed against mine, kissing me intensely. His teeth gently pulling on my lip. "Michael," I breathed, as he trailed his lips down to my shoulder. He pulled away only to put both arms around my full figured waist and looked me in the eyes. "If you need me to stop, tell me. I won't be upset, I want you to enjoy every second of this, because I sure to God know I am. You can trust me." He took the edge of my shirt in his hands and went to pull it off, I grabbed both hands and made him let go of my shirt. "Michael, maybe we should go to the bedroom. We're still in the kitchen." I said to him, distracting him from taking my shirt off.
"Good idea." He said, taking my hand and guiding me off of his kitchen table. We were both still fully clothed, in the outfits we wore to the concert. He looked so fine, in his skinny jeans with holes in the knees and that thin baby blue hoodie that made his eyes brighter than I ever thought possible. He was wearing his classic high top converse, and had his hat on backwards. The hat didn't stay long after we walked into his house, I couldn't wait to run my fingers through his soft, dark hair. I took a breath and looked his tall 6'7 figure up and down. "Like what you see, little one?" I realized I was biting my lip, and practically drooling at the sight of this completely clothed man. I walked forward and put my hands on his chest. I don't want to say his height was my favorite thing about him, because it's impossible to pick one thing, but it was high on the list. I'm 5'9, so having a taller guy has always been important to me. I looked up at him and flashed him a smile. He put his arms around my waist. "Ready?"
I shook my head, and he let go of my waist, only to grab my hand in his. I'm not going to lie, I was a little nervous at this point. I had never been to his bedroom before. Michael and I had been dating for a good while, but he knew I wasn't ready for a sexual relationship until I knew this could work out between us. This is the thing, Michael is ten years older than me. He's the oldest man I've ever been with. But, that's not saying much. Considering I've not been with many. Age has never been an issue for me, I actually find older guys more attractive. But things were different with Michael. He... intimidated me. In a good way. Yet all the while, he made me feel... safe. Untouchable. I knew that while I was with Michael, no one would even as much as look in my direction.
We start down the hallway, I'm walking behind him but our hands are still intertwined.
"I was in a bit of a rush this morning, so I gotta get some things off the bed." He opens the door to his room, and I was truly impressed. His room was very clean, spotless actually. On the bed were a few loose articles of clothing. Obviously left over from his deciding process earlier this morning. On a bedside table there was a lamp, a candle warmer, and his handgun. He noticed it sitting there and walked over to it. "Here, I'll move it. I'm sorry I leave it there every night. I would have put it away, but I didn't think we would be coming back here" he said, and let out a nervous laugh. "Michael, it's okay" I said, him looking back at me with the gun in his hand. "But I know you don't like guns and I wouldn't have left it out, I just..."
"Honey, it's your house. It's not that I don't like guns, they just worry me is all. I trust you. But go ahead and move it, I would really hate to knock it off." I winked at him, and let out a nervous giggle. I'm feeling brave, but I'm sure it's just the few beers I had at the concert. For a bigger girl, I'm a light weight when it comes to alcohol. Michael finished putting the gun away, and I folded the few clothes on his bed because I was too nervous just standing there. He came back out of his closet to grab his clothes. After noticing my folding, he let out a laugh and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, little one." He said before taking his clothes into the closet. I sat on the edge and looked around his room. It was pretty minimalistic, but that doesn't surprise me with Michael. He has a dresser, with all his colognes on top. He had some hats, and other nicknacks on there. He had a tv hug on the wall, and his game system in a shelf below. Other than that, there wasn't much in there. I stood up and walked over to his mirror. I took a breath and started fiddling with my hair. I was wearing skinny jeans, and a band tee that I had cut fringe on the bottom. I was wearing my converse, and had my hair down in its natural, curly blonde state. My eyes looked bluer than usual today. I looked at my full figure and took one more deep breath before Michael came out of the closet. See, he wasn't planning on being in his bedroom tonight, but I wanted to be prepared. I was now extremely thankful for the little lace number I was wearing underneath this.
Michael came up behind me and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "God Charlie, you're so beautiful."
I turned around so I was facing him. His hands grabbed my waist, so I grabbed his upper arms.
"Do you know my real name?" I said looking up at Michael's beautiful, baby blue eyes.
"What? Charlie isn't your real name?" He said, truly stunned.
"Well, yes. It's a nickname. My real name is Charlotte. I couldn't say it when I was younger, so I became Charlie."
"Well then, Miss. Charlotte, I'm Michael. Nice to meet you."
I looked down and started laughing. It wasn't just a simple giggle like I anticipated, it was a full fledged laugh. I was happy. Happier than I had been in a long time. Michael started to laugh too, and embraced me in his arms. I stood there with my head on his chest, truly happy with the decisions I have made.
