This is my first ever story so feedback is more than welcome. This story is largely the truth but has been slightly embellished with what I would have liked to have happened. This chapter covers our getting together.
Our first week together
It had been a long hard week so when an old friend asked me over to chill out with a movie, it was a welcome change to sitting at home with my computers. A new friend I made very recently was there too. She was a very interesting young lady and a very talented artiste even if she didn't think so. I had been working with her a lot lately on a big project and it was good to see her in a more social environment. I was soon distracted from whatever was on the TV by her sliding up to me and easing my arm around her shoulders. Incidentally, we had been flirting all week so we were getting rather comfortable with each other.
Everything about her is infinitely sexy and amazingly beautiful. She is very slim and around 5 foot 10 tall. Her hair is long and very dark but had a streak of blonde on her left side. Her eyes are brown and so deep I couldn't help looking into them. Me? I am a little bit taller at 6 foot and thin too. I don't have the biggest muscles in the world but I tried to keep in shape so I wasn't totally unattractive.
After the movie I drove her home because she lived far away and it was a cold and dark night. I stepped out of the car to give her a parting hug so I was very surprised when she kissed me on the cheek and smiled a big smile up at me. Man she was beautiful. I bade her a good night with an equally big smile and she disappeared into her house. I was seeing her tomorrow so I figured I had better do something about us or at least the potential. I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't stop thinking about her. What was I going to say to her tomorrow?
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We were going to go to a house party that evening but were going to have some food beforehand. I didn't really think anything would happen at the house party but we were going to be hanging out and having fun. Continuing my gentlemanly streak, I drove to pick her up. I pulled up outside her house and breathed deeply. She slid into my front seat.
"Hi," she said with a smile. For the first time in my life, I threw caution to the wind.
"Listen, I want to say something." I said very quickly. I took a deep breath and tried not to rush what I was saying. I looked into her eyes and continued "I like you...a lot. I haven't done anything like this before but I don't want to miss out on something if it's going to happen with you." She smiled at me warmly and suddenly I was deeply happy.
"I like you too, let's just see where this goes." She said simply. She smiled and her hand found mine.
Later we were getting ready to go out at my place and she excused herself to change in my bathroom. I quickly slipped on some more appropriate clothing and just in time because I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and my jaw quickly fell to the floor. She was wearing a long sexy black dress and looked more beautiful than ever. She took my stammering as flattery and smiled very wide.
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"Kiss me," she whispered. It was several hours and not much alcohol later. We were huddled in the corner of some room full of some people I barely knew at some house party. To be honest, it didn't matter where we were, what mattered was the beautiful girl in my arms, resting her forehead against mine. I opened my eyes and looked at her gorgeous face. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. I wasn't really thinking any more, I just went for it. I pressed my lips forward and they were warmly welcomed by hers.
Her lips were so soft as we slowly and gently kissed again and again. Finally we parted and opened our eyes. She was smiling. She looked even more beautiful when she was smiling happily. She pulled me closer and tucked herself into my chest as I held her tighter. Oh wow, I thought, she is practically everything I have always wanted, I really like this girl. Whatever I do, I must not lose her. I glanced down at her and saw she had drifted off to sleep.
