The First Time

I could tell by his slightly unsteady hands and concerning look in his eyes that he was a bit nervous. I felt the exact same, though I desperately tried to play it cool and pretend as if things were completely normal. I still could not believe that this night was actually happening even as he sat next to me, his hand in mine, our fingers intertwined in their usual way. We drove together to the hotel, where I used my credit card to pay for the room on the promise that he would give me the money for it later. I believed him without question, as I fully trusted him with everything. The room was rather small, with dim lighting, a single queen-sized bed, and smelled very strongly of cigarette smoke. We simply found this amusing as we quickly took advantage of our much-anticipated time alone. This was the first time we would be seeing each other purely in the flesh, and despite a few first-time jitters, we both felt completely comfortable with one another almost as if we had been here before. 

All remaining nervousness disappeared instantly as our bodies touched and our clothing fell to the floor. The sex was absolutely incredible, not only physically but the connection we shared was unbreakable, a feeling neither of us had ever experienced. It was as if the rest of the world no longer existed as our souls melted seamlessly into one. I loved looking at him, all of him this time, and feeling his body against mine. For an entire hour we shared what we had only dreamt about and had resisted for what seemed like an eternity. I loved him and I loved his body. Everything about him excited me whether he was standing within my reach or a thousand miles away. Afterwards, as he walked across the room, I couldn't help but watch him, covering every inch of his naked body with curious eyes. The view was absolutely breathtaking. I didn't just love him; I was in love with him, along with every intricate detail that made him the most beautiful man that I had ever known.-