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I remind myself to breathe and reach out to hold Paige’s hand. She’s wearing a blue dress with a lace print design that hugs her upper body and then flares out at the waist. It stops about mid-thigh, showing off enough leg for me to be sufficiently horny at the sight of her. But, let’s be real, I’m a guy – I’d be horny looking at her ankles.
I give her a simple kiss on the cheek, since both her parents are standing right there. I really want to kiss her luscious pink lips, but I’ll save that for when we’re in the car. I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her towards my car after saying our goodbyes to her parents. I always open the door for her. My parents taught me to be a gentleman, but with Paige, I don’t even have to think about it. I just want to do these things for her.
I hold her hand as we drive to the restaurant. It’s a seafood place that’s supposed to be pretty good. Paige loves all kinds of seafood, so I figured this was an excellent place to take her. It’s definitely the fanciest date we’ve ever been on. Mostly we just go to the burger joint down the street from my house that she loves. Paige likes simple things, but I wanted to spoil her.
I help her get seated before sitting at my own seat across from her. Our conversation flows, like always. She asks all about my away game last night, and I tell her how close it was. We were playing Rochester High School. They have one of the best teams in the league and put up one hell of a fight. We won, but just barely. It wasn’t my best night.
Paige comes to every home game, but can’t usually go to the away games. Her parents don’t let her ride in a car with anyone but me, and since I have to ride on the bus for away games, she doesn’t typically come. I’m hoping next season they’ll loosen up and let her ride with one of the other players’ girlfriends. I want her at all my games. Her smile has this odd ability to help calm me during my games. I could’ve used it last night.
After dinner, we walk along the marina. The weather has cooled down significantly in the past week, and the sun is just starting to set. There’s a chill in the air, but the view is unbeatable. The beauty of the orange, yellow, and pink colors of the sky meeting the deep blue of the water is breathtaking.
When Paige shivers, I take off my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. We sit at a wooden bench at the end of a pier, and I put my arm around her. I could hold Paige forever and never get tired of it. I thought holding a football was the best feeling in the world, until Paige and I started dating.
She sighs and leans against me. “Tonight has been perfect.” She turns to me, “Actually, every night with you is perfect.”
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. She’s looking at me with that beautiful smile on her lips and her eyes sparkling.
I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, “I love you, Paige.”
Her eyes widen slightly before her smile grows and she whispers, “I love you, too, Jack.”
She leans forward, pressing her soft lips to mine. I can feel my erection harden in my pants. I’ve been half-hard all night, but all it takes is one kiss from her and all the blood flows south. I kiss her deeply before pulling back and giving her my classic smirk.
“Just so we’re clear, I mean that I’m in love with you, as in I love you more than a friend.”
She slaps my arm – I not so secretly love when she does that – and laughs. Her laugh is pure magic. I’ve never heard a better sound in all my life. I laugh with her before leaning in to kiss her again.
Her tongue darts between my lips, and the kiss goes from soft to frantic in a heartbeat. I grab the back of her head and devour her mouth, our tongues dancing together. We’ve gotten really good at making out – I mean,reallygood.
I feel one of her hands slide from my knee up towards my crotch. She’s not doing what I think she’s doing, is she?
She is.
I feel her glide her hand across the bulge in my pants, and the heat from her touch feels scalding against my now impossibly hard erection. Despite having dated for a month, we haven’t done anything but make out. This is the first time she’s touched me like this, and even over my pants, it feels fucking incredible. Her other hand is in my hair, our lips still passionately molding together, tongues gliding across each other. My breathing hitches as she continues to caress me.
Oh fuck, this feels good.
Too good.
I’m going to totally jizz in my pants if she doesn’t stop. I pull away from her and quickly move her hand off of me. Paige looks dazed – and sexy as fucking hell with that damn blush on her face, and her lips red and wet from our kissing – when her eyes finally open and meet mine.
“Why did you stop me? Did I do something wrong?” She looks a little unsure, and I absolutely cannot stand the idea of her thinking anything negative right now.
“You definitely were doing it right. It felt so good, Paige. Too good, if you know what I mean.” It takes her a second before her blush deepens.
“Oh.” She giggles, and she looks so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself. I reach back over and kiss her again before reluctantly pulling away.
“I should probably take you home.”
“It’s still early. We could go for a drive.”
I’m only slightly more experienced than Paige, but we both know what “going for a drive” means around here. It means going to Forrester Park and hooking up. The definition of hooking up tends to vary. Several guys on the football team have used it to describe full-on sex, while a few others used it to mean that they did everything but sex.
I have no intention of taking Paige’s virginity in the back seat of my car, no matter how nice of a car it is. I want our first time together to be special and unforgettable. Paige is a hopeless romantic; I want to give her the fairytale she’s always dreamed of.
All that being said, I’ve jacked off multiple times a day thinking about Paige. I can’t help but want to go a little further than just making out, especially after a month of tasting her perfect lips.
“Okay. Let’s go for a drive.”
