Blaine lit the first candle of about 10 in the Room. The Room, as it was called, was in the home of his virgin lover-to-be, Evra. But soon that was to change. Tonight, Evra was going to be his lover, no longer a virgin. The candles let out the light scent of vanilla, wafting around the room and creating a seductive atmosphere. Blaine now flicked the lights off with the switch, pushing aside his shaggy golden locks. He fluffed the pillows on the bed, straightened out the blankets and then proceeded to light the last candle.
Blaine had been planning on this night for a very long time, and he wanted everything to be just right. He himself was no virgin, but his soul mate and the light of his life Evra was. When Evra told him that she was finally ready to become a woman, Blaine took it upon himself to make sure it was all just right. This night was not going to be about wild, crazy sex; rather it would be about the slow and lustful deflowering of the love of his life.
Blue optics scanning the room with approval, Blaine took the small lace bag from the side of the bed. He had placed it there earlier. Now, his well built, muscular and tanned 6'2" body delicately pulled the string on the top, opening a palm of silky red and white rose buds. The scent that followed the opening of the bag drove Blaine crazy. He had never done anything so slow and was at the bursting point. But no, he would control himself, save himself for Evra, who really deserved it.
Blaine spread the rose buds all over the bed. He surveyed the room. Candles, rode buds...it was perfect. He now went and sat on the rocking chair in the corner, and waited for Evra, who was getting ready in the guest powder room of the house. Meanwhile, Evra was preparing herself for the night of her life. She was truly, deeply in love with Blaine, and was ready to sacrifice herself to him, to become a true woman. She first removed all of her clothing and stepped into a steaming hot bath. Evra was so relaxed that she almost dozed off, and only the pure excitement of what was to happen tonight kept her awake. She daintily stepped out of the tub and pulled the plug on the drain. Her deep brown optics watched as the water flowed from the tub and down the drain, comparing it with what would happen to the only pure part of her bodice tonight.
Now Evra turned and looked in the mirror. A young vixen stared back at her, one of startling beauty. Her tan skin glittered slightly from being wet. Her thighs were just the right shape, not to big, but not sticks. Next she saw her virgin pussy, which she had shaved just now to be clean. The femme in the mirror looked appreciatively next at her small, tight stomach, and then traveled upwards towards the voluptuous mountains that were her breasts. The only human hands to touch them besides her own had been her parents from when she was a baby. Blaine and Evra had never even done more than kiss, but tonight would change it all.
Evra pulled her hair out of the tight bun it was in, which was to protect it from getting wet. It cascaded to the ground, tickling her back and causing goose bumps. She shivered as the longest part of her wavy brown mane gently touched her lower back. Sighing, Evra knew that she was ready for tonight. Her body was beautiful, she was beautiful, and a treasure such as this should never be wasted.
The best part of tonight, as far as Evra was concerned, was that she had never had an orgasm before, and tonight she would finally learn what the big deal was all about. Her mother was a strict Catholic and told her to never, ever play with herself or she would go crazy. Being a good girl, she never did. Finally when hormones ran into her line of sight, she felt a strong urge to put a finger inside of her. She never got far, because she felt a silky barrier and would think she would hurt herself. However, of the few times she had done this, she always came back with very wet fingers, which she knew were her sex juices, and a husky feeling, one that was only broke when her mother yelled for her help.
Evra sprayed some light perfume around her neck, and then proceeded to pull on a black thong, black lace top and over it all a silky white robe. She tied it lightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of the cold silk and rough lace against her body. With one last glance at herself in the mirror, she stepped outside, trod lightly down the hall, and knocked once, twice, three times on the old maple door....
Blaine jumped when he heard the knock on the door. He bolted upright from his little nap on the rocking chair in the corner, and straightened his clothes out. He was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and a black jacket. Briskly Blaine made his way to the maple door, opened it, and took in a slight gasp of breath when he saw how beautiful Evra was, in just the silk robe. She coughed slightly and he came back to reality, and moved over so she could come in.
Evra sat lightly on the bed and looked around. She saw the candles and the rose buds, and without another word stood up and fiercely kissed Blaine on the lips. Tonight would be perfect.
