"That was intense," I heard her say the moment I woke up.
She lay on my chest with her head still resting in the cradle of my shoulder, her hand over my heart.
"It was amazing," I agreed, slowly wrapping my arms around her, holding her in a sleepy embrace.
We were silent for a while longer, cherishing the moment we shared in each others arms. Her breathing brushed over my chest, sending chills over my back at the delicate touch and her alabaster hair covering her back like a silk cloak. We were still joined as one, still together in intimacy and desire, our bodies too sore and tired to move and our minds too caught up in the love we felt for each other for any form of conscious thought.
I loved this ghostly girl, her pale complexion and locks of white hair were offset by the fire of life in her grey eyes. Her character was highly unsociable however, always shy and never out long enough to make any long time friends. With me however she was like the long missed sunrise after an arctic winter, forever loved and always dependable. She was always there for me, and now I will always be there for her. I know now that nothing can shake the bond we have for each other, a bond that took years to make and will be in place till the end of our days.
"I love you," She whispered happily and settling more onto my chest.
"And I you, my love," I whispered back, kissing her forehead gently and brushing the stray strands of hair that covered her face.
She smiled at me. My melodramatic character and way of speaking was what attracted her towards me when we were first introduced at a forgotten party years ago. She said it reminded her how life was too serious and she needed someone to talk to that was not so caught up in the rat race. She adored it when I lapsed into my archaic speech, drawing forth her imagination and her smile.
Sharra. She said her name was Sharra. And at that moment I knew I had to stay with this girl no matter what. Something about her had my mind entranced and I had to know what it was.
Time passed and we were almost inseparable, always seen together where we had the time and talking quietly together about life and other randomly trivial things. Through those times I withheld my urge to blurt out my affection for her, my love and loyalty. It was hard not to think about her, for she was the most attractive woman I had ever had the pleasure to meet.
It was especially hard when I was dating other girls. Every time I made love to one of them I felt like I was betraying her, going behind her back and feeling like I played her. Every girl I when out with lasted for about a month, saying that I had my mind on something else whenever they talked to me. During those times I couldn't face her without feeling ashamed and low.
She was a perfect match for me, we were perfect for each other. I knew I loved her but I was afraid if I told her she would back away, feeling uncomfortable and I may never see her again. Instead I strove to win her heart, wanting her to love me like I loved her. But during the years of friendship I had won everything but her love. She trusted me completely, depending on me on whatever task she asked of me. She looked up to me like her big brother, always wanting some sort of guidance or words of wisdom she could live by. But I couldn't see nor feel love from her. Sure she loved me as a friend but not as a partner, a mate. A lover.
Tonight, of course, was the night that changed all that.
She enters, taking my breath away with her naked form. Her young body holds beauty few rarely notice in a eighteen-year-old. But I know that Sharra was a unique girl. Her arms were folded over her chest and, even for a girl her age, she was well developed. Her long pale hair flowed down her back reaching mid thigh. I never knew how her hair could grow so quickly or so soft, but I never cared each time my fingers brushed through those locks.
I smiled then when I saw her crimson cheeks and slid myself from the bed. With the cool breeze on my bare back from the only open window I walked to her, stopping to stand before her, almost touching. The scent I picked up from her was a mixture of Oak and a gentle sea breeze that sent my head reeling and resisted the urge to just take her then and there. I knew she was as nervous as hell.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you as if you were my very soul," and with that I slid my cool hand about her waist, drawing her closer, pressing her blushing skin against mine.
"I'm not worried," she breathed against my cheek as I hugged her "Just a bit..."
She never did finish her sentence as my lips slid against hers. It wasn't exactly a kiss, but it was enough to silence her and deepen her blush as she looked up at me with those lovely, light grey eyes. I smiled, leaning down to place my lips over hers giving the first real kiss she had ever received.
I felt her press against me as the kiss deepened, her hands gripping my shoulders where her arms pressed against my chest. Sliding my own arms about her, one about the waist and one around the shoulders, I held her close to me, our nakedness nearly as one in the dim light of the candles around the room. No moon shone through the window that night and I wanted it all to be as special and as close to the night she was born.
As the kiss lengthened into one a lover would envy, I drew back slightly, moving to bend and take her into my arms. With an arm still around her shoulders and one under her knees, I carried her to the bed.
"Let me take you through this world as, on this night, you were brought into it."
She said nothing as I laid her onto the bed, still bright red with her blush. I knelt beside the bed, watching her naked form upon the soft satin sheets and traced my eyes from her face down over her body. I reached out to trace my fingers over her breasts, lightly touching the trembling skin of the virgin before me. Sliding both eyes and touch down further I pressed my palm over the course hair of her pubic region, feeling the warmth it promised. I smiled and looked to her eyes again as she lifted her cute ass up to meet my hand, pressing herself against it.
