"I'll be there around 1ish, ok?"
Those words were music to my ears. Chelsea and I had been dating for only a few weeks, but those weeks had been the best I'd had in a long time. It had been roughly two years since I had a girl I could call a girlfriend. Sure, there had been women, dates, even a prostitute which I care not to speak of, but not an actual girlfriend. She seemed like she could be the one - the person to tear me out of my relationship-impaired funk, and she was coming over in two hours.
I spent the next couple of hours tidying the joint. My condo wasn't in the nicest or newest of neighborhoods, but I tried to keep it clean. I can't stand to have a lady over in a dirty neighborhood in a dirty house...it makes me feel like a slum. Chelsea arrived a half hour later than she said, but I didn't mind. I had her and that's all that mattered.
We relaxed the next hour away in my living room discussing this and that. The rain pelted against my patio door with a soothing noise that could almost heal. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled at one another during the 'tween subject silences. During one of those silences, Chelsea slowly stood up and walked to the sliding glass door guarding my living room from the weather outside. She turned to me and smiled a bit before opening the door and slipping out into the wet world. I rose to join her, stopping at the door, watching as she let the rain pelt her face and sweater. She was beautiful in her own right, though some may not find her attractive. Chelsea was shorter than most, reaching no more than 5'2". She had thin frame, cute freckles and small, perky breasts. I lost myself as I observed the drops of water slide down her face and neck. Chelsea was significantly less conservative as I, so she was surprised to see me join her in the falling rain. I walked slowly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, allowing the warmth of our bodies shield us from the cold rain. Our eyes met and gazed into each other for an eternity before we kissed slowly, passionately under the dark clouds and afternoon shower. We had kissed in the past, but this one I actually had feeling; had consistency. There are few kisses in life that stay with a person; perhaps your first kiss, perhaps the kiss given at your wedding. This one stayed with me. When our lips finally parted our eyes returned to each other. There was a moment of silence before our giggling broke the intense moment. My mind felt it had been torn from a dozing Monday morning dream, but that didn't matter. I was simply happy to be with her.
After we finished lunch I gave Chelsea the good news. My boss had rented a suite for us at a local resort as a bonus. In two weekends we would be spending the evening together and alone in a beautiful bed in a calm atmosphere without a care in the world able to reach us. I have to admit, Chelsea wasn't as excited as I had hoped she would be, but what can you do? I was simply happy to have the time with her.
Those two weeks dragged on and on. It was as if I was seven again and Christmas was only a few short weeks away. When the day finally came I was overflowing with anticipation. The reservations at the finest restaurant at the resort were in, the ornaments I purchased for the room were packed and I had the night planned to the T. To my dismay, the room was not ready early as I had hoped. In fact, it wasn't ready for another hour after it should have been. "A minor set-back" I told myself. Those few moments gave me time to walk the grounds, explore a bit and settle my nerves for the night to come. Chelsea and her mother were out shopping and she wouldn't be ready to come by for a while anyway, so it wasn't as if I had much to really rush to.
Once the room was ready I began setting up. The room felt like a small apartment. It had all of the amenities: wet bar, living room, kitchen, master bedroom, master and guest bathrooms, jacuzzi tub and rain-style showerhead in the sauna. In the living room I left a small stuffed bear and dozen roses. On the wet bar off the living room I setup an etched glass wine bucket with a bottle of my favorite dessert wine, Bigaro mosto d'uva. I felt the Jacuzzi tub was my crowning achievement. Six candles lined the rim of the tub with a scented candle in the middle to balance. The room, the mood; everything was perfect. My heart raced when I found out she had arrived. She showed up in a t-shirt and jeans with a small overnight bag. We kissed briefly in greeting and I showed her around our home for the evening. Chelsea seemed a bit nervous when I mentioned the tub, but smiled nonetheless. She and I had never really done much outside of "over the clothes" petting despite our couple month history of dating. Perhaps she was a bit nervous at what the candles alluded to?
We dressed for dinner and began to head downstairs. To put it briefly, she looked stunning. Her dark, near black hair hung to her shoulders like silken strands with a small flip-like accent on the end. Her large eyes were warm above her ever-present smile. A black dress clung to her small frame and gave ample viewing of her dancer's legs. While I was dressed well, I still felt like a bum next to beauty of this magnitude. After we found the restaurant we realized we were half an hour early for dinner and Chelsea decided she wanted to see the resort. We walked and talked as we killed time waiting for dinner.
Chelsea was a fun girl and had an almost child-like innocence at times. Outside of the pool area there was a small gazebo and a field which could have been used for parties or wedding receptions during the warmer seasons. As soon as she saw the grass her eyes lit up and she raced to the grass kicking her heels off as she hit green. In front of me I saw a woman transform into a free ten year old cart-wheeling and dancing in an evening dress and adult makeup. Of course, she had that same affect on me again and I kicked my shoes off and joined her. I was winded before her, but we both called it quits at the same time and rested poolside, our feet in the water. Chelsea and I discussed this and that, mostly about how good it felt to loosen up and how beautiful the stars and constellations were. Time caught up with us and dinner was ready.
A bottle of wine and four courses later, we returned to the room. Both of us had relaxed a bit from dinner and the wine had done its job relaxing our minds. Chelsea had taken comfort on the living room couch, shoes off, legs teasing me as they peaked from her dress. I made my space at the wet bar and poured some more wine for the two of us. We drank and giggled and spoke some more. We had never been incredibly flirtatious with each other before, but the wine was definitely helping to break the ice.
After a half hour of mixed humorous and deep conversation, I adjourned to the master bath. She joined me, but stopped short at the door as I began to fill the tub and light the candles. I coaxed her into the room itself, but she stood stiff as a board.
"What's wrong?"
"This just seems a little fast to me. I'm not too sure what to do" she replied. I had always seen a lively and confident Chelsea; this was a woman I didn't know. She wasn't a virgin, this much I knew and I couldn't quite understand the nerves. I simply smiled as warm as I could and said,
"Relax. That's all you need to do."
I offered my hand to her to join me. She wasn't biting.
"Well, I am going to take a bath; you are more than welcome to join me."
Without removing my eyes from hers, I began removing my clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. Not to be sensual, but to acclimate her to what was happening. Next, I removed my belt and finally my slacks until I stood, embarrassingly at attention, in front of her in my underwear. I searched her eyes for any hint that she may bolt, but I noticed she had begun to relax a bit. I let down my tented shorts and offered my hand to her again. All she did was nod her head in the negative. With a shrug, I slowly dipped myself into the water.
"How are you able to do that? " She asked.
"What?"
