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What’s got into me?
I’ve only been here for over a year, and I’m acting as if I’m that type of girl. The idea of being with the one star that I’ve dreamed about being with for so many years is in front of me. I grew wet at the idea of spending the night with him. I can’t think of anyone that I’ll rather give my virginity too especially on my birthday night.
The audition felt like the only good thing that has happened to me since being here. Ever since I left home, my mom hasn’t called me. Not once. The idea that I could be alive or dead doesn’t seem to bother her. I’m an adult, and I shouldn’t worry about such things, but today’s my birthday. I thought that it would mean something to her, but then I knew that I had the chance with this reading. And then he walked into the bar. The guy that I’ve had a crush on ever since I saw him playing the lead role in Alone.
Back home, every girl in the choir didn’t stop talking about him since that movie. That’s when I fell in love with him. Right now, drinking's the last thing on my mind.
Only Eric.
“It seems that I upset your wannabe boyfriend?” he winks as we’re away from Tony. The bartender that I tend to work most shifts with and the one that treats me as if I’m a piece of dirt.
I shake my head, “He surprised me because he hardly talks to me most of the time.”
Eric stops as we get to the door, I’m mesmerized by his sea-blue eyes. I can’t get enough of him, and nothing’s happened between us. I’m trying to think of him as a person. Just a man picking me up, but this isn't any guy. This is the same one that I used to have photos off underneath my bed so that mom wouldn't find them. I grew up in a religious household, idolizing anyone that isn't God was deemed as a sin. I can't help but think that being in bed with him is a sin worth committing.
As soon as he opens the door to get out of the bar, and we’re outside he spins me back towards him and straight away his lips are on mine. The kiss is a promise of what’s to come once we get to this place. All I can think about is his home, being a house. A big one, and nothing like the box that I live in a couple of blocks from here.
He crushes his face against mine and sandwiches my body between his chest and the wall that he pins me against. I’m lost in his kiss. If a guy took me on a date and did this on the street. I would tell him to stop because I would be so embarrassed about doing this outside my work place. So, I don’t understand why it doesn’t both me with Eric. His kiss is so intoxicating that I find myself unable to move as he crushes his face against mine. His tongue explores my mouth and then his fingers start to make their way to the nape of my neck. I’m trying to kiss him back; I feel embarrassed about my lack of experience. I’ve only been kissed once. Just once since I’ve been in the city and even then that was a surprise, I didn’t know what to do then. I’m non-the-wiser as I let him take complete control. I’m trying to act as if I do so that he’s not disappointed and doesn’t change his mind.
He breaks away just when I have a rush of desire throbbing from between my legs.
“Fuck, we need to wait until I get you home. Otherwise, I’ll be fucking you right here.”
Oh, my!
I’m trying to act sexy as if I know what I should say or do, but I haven't got a clue.
“We could go out back to the alley?”
I gently run my hand down to his stomach as I flutter my eyelashes. I know that I’m making a show of myself as he shakes his head and says, “I intend to enjoy every inch of you and take my time doing it. Unless that’s your thing?”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about that statement? I don’t have a thing. I can’t even say anything as I suddenly become mute. He loses patience for a response; I don't have a thing. I'm a virgin. He takes my hand and whistles down a taxi. My aching sex that’s never been touched by anyone but me is jumping for joy. The idea of us going into an alleyway is not a thrill for him. This is going to be a night to remember. It's by far the best birthday present that I’ve ever had because not only am I losing my virginity but I’m doing it with the man of my dreams, Eric Turner.
As we hop into the taxi and the driver leaves the curb.
Eric blurts out, “You are one sexy kitten.”
I turn to him, and of course, the taxi driver thinks that this is some peep show and is using his back mirror to check us out at the back.
“You said that we should take it slow.”
He nods, “Maybe I made a mistake and we should have just gone out back.”
He turns to the driver while using one hand to ride up my thigh.
“How long till we get there?”
“Fifteen minutes. Maybe less!” The driver says and then as I see him looking through the mirror, I swear that at one stage I see him lick his lips and I wish that we would get to Eric’s place in less than fifteen minutes.
Eric moves closer to me as if he’s a man on a mission. I can tell that he wants to take me in the taxi. If it weren't for the pervert driver watching us, then I would probably let him. There’s enough lust at the back of the taxi for him to feed of that alone.
Eric glances over my body slowly and then takes a deep breath, and as hot as he was a minute ago, he goes stone cold as he turns his attention to looking out of the window. I look up and see the driver concentrating on the road. It’s as if time stands still and the only sites are the busy streets of tourists and other people going out on a Friday night. They’re enjoying themselves and laughing as they walk as for me. I’m going to Eric’s house, and I have a sense of panic as I think of myself going into the lion’s den.
Then on cue, the taxi stops and I look out at the large gates in front of me. The one’s that I’ll be walking through with him in a few minutes.
He passes some bills to the driver and then waits for me to step out. He holds my hand and then keys in some numbers into the gate. It opens, and we say nothing as we walk in silence. Until we reach his front door. I know that he has a palace behind the closed doors.
As soon as he keys the numbers into the door, the same way that he did with the gate. It opens, and he pushes it. I can hardly see anything, but then again I’m so lost in my thoughts that the last thing I’m thinking about is the combination to get inside his house. Let alone anything else. I wish that I went back to my room. It may be a box compared to the house that I’m being led into, but I still call it home. It has the little belongings that I came to the city with, but it’s where I lay my head at night. But not tonight, tonight I’m going to be sleeping with him.
