Write On Prompts – Week 1 - I have never…
She felt his hands hold her head, wrapped in her long locks as he kissed her ever so gently. He looked deep into her eyes and slowly made his way in for a second kiss, again just as gently as the first.
She was in a trance enjoying the novelty of being kissed by him after so much anxiety, so much worrying; would he like her? Would they have a good time? Would he want to see her again?
Two days of trying on every garment in her wardrobe before she settled with her faded jeans and favourite ‘lucky’ t-shit, well it sure was lucky tonight.
They’d been to the trendy bar in town and chatted over a couple of drinks, laughing at each others jokes, agreeing with each others points of views. They’d gone on to a reserved table at the local Italian restaurant and she’d hardly touched her food for nerves.
Then he’d suggested a stroll along the river bank.
Here they were in the summer twilight on the longest day of the year. The sun had finally gone down but had left behind a brilliantly coloured sky with pinks, oranges, yellows and reds.
He was going to the Hyde Park concert next week, would she like to come?
“I would LOVE to come.’ had been her confirmation. Had she been too gushing? Did he think she was really uncool? Was she completely destroying any chance of survival before they had actually started to see each other properly?
And now, here he was kissing her after months of sizing each other up, weeks of small talk and drinks in a group of mutual friends.
He gently pushed her against the wall running alongside the river bank and his kisses became more urgent, she responded wanting his attention and wanting this moment to last forever.
She felt his hand caress her breast and let him explore her form, pushing into him. She could feel his desire pressing her leg and started to panic.
How far should she go?
It’s only their first date. They mustn’t, they shouldn’t. Would he wait? Would he be angry with her if she stopped now? Would she never see him again if she didn’t go all the way?
He lulled her into him again and she felt his hands roaming her bum, his finger running down the curve in between her buttocks. She was excited. She was about to explode. She had to stop.
He took her by the hand and led her to the grass verge a short walk away, bushes excluded them from the path and trees overhead were swaying in the breeze. She could hear an animal in the bushes but he interrupted her distractions with more ardent kissing.
They laid down, he pressed into her thigh giving clear evidence of his passion. He stroked her body and his hand lowered to the button on her jeans.
She sat up, startled at how fast things were moving.
‘I have never…’
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