Soggy Clothes

She had never liked anyone as much as him before. His ex-girlfriends paled in comparison to her. She had never had a real relationship before and he was happy that he was the first. Their fifth date had just ended and as they walked out of the restaurant they realized that it was pouring.

“My apartment is pretty close to here, would you like to spend the night?” he asked her. She thought about it for a bit; it was a Friday night and she didn’t have class the next day.

“Yeah, sure I guess so,” she answered. He gave her that smile that made her melt and took her hand. They ran out into the street and towards his place. The water ran down their faces, their necks. It made their hair stick to their skin and was going to definitely soak them through. As they ran, he turned back and gave her that smile again. She squeezed his fingers in response which just made it wider.

They ran four blocks to his apartment building. It was close to Berklee, his college. As he fumbled with his keys, they huddled together under the cloth awning over the main door. It was apparent that they were both drenched and cold. When he finally got the lock open they made their way up the marble stairs to the lobby of the building. He pushed the up button for the elevator and they waited.

“Do you mind borrowing some of my clothes?” he asked her.

“No, its fine,” she told him. He smiled and nodded. The elevator dinged and they stepped inside. He pressed the button for the sixth floor and they waited. They began to shiver as they climbed higher. When the metal doors finally opened he grabbed her hand again and they walked down the hallway to his apartment. He had never liked the idea of living in a dorm so when he came to school he made sure to get an apartment. It was a nice size, including the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and one bedroom. He led her into the apartment where they promptly shed as much of their clothing as they could. Once they were both practically in their underwear they looked at each other, blushed, and laughed a little to themselves.

“Here, I’ll take these clothes and hang them up in the bathroom to dry. You can go into my room and find something to wear,” he suggested. She nodded and quickly shuffled into his room. He chuckled to himself as he watched her. When she had disappeared behind his door he scooped up the wet clothes and took them into bathroom. He hung the articles from his curtain rod and on the edge of the tub until they were all in various stages of drying.

When he returned to the living room he found her sitting cross legged on his couch wearing a pair of his black shorts and a t-shirt, both hanging loosely on her thin frame.

“Couldn’t find anything smaller?” he teased. She stuck her tongue out at him, giggling. As he walked past the couch on his way to his bedroom he placed a short kiss on her cheek. He smiled at her as he closed the door. She was nervous, she wouldn’t deny it. She had never done anything like this before. She really did like him and she was happy that she was here with him. As she sat there she wondered what her parents would say knowing she was alone in the apartment of a boy. A soft blush came to her face but she hid it when the bedroom door opened again. He was wearing the exact same thing.

“You know, I think you look better in my clothes then I do,” he joked.

“I’m just that awesome,” she told him. This caused them both to laugh, he as he walked over to the couch. As he sat down she felt a bubbling of courage down in her stomach. Could she actually do it? Well there was only one way to find out. Once he had made himself comfortable she swung herself over his hips and sat herself down in his lap, facing him.

“Why hello there,” he exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms came up and laced themselves behind her back. It wasn’t long before their lips had found each other and were gently touching. His lips were soft like flower petals and fit perfectly against hers. She had read stories with descriptions of lips tasting sweet but she had never really believed it. It wasn’t until she kissed him that she knew those words were true, lips could truly taste like candy. As they pulled away it was hard to disguise the fact that they had both enjoyed it. The second kiss was thrilling, with soft lapping of tongues; hers timid because this was her first time. “Let me guide you,” he whispered against her skin. He used his tongue to pry her lips apart and slowly swiped it at the beginning of her mouth. He felt satisfaction when she let out a soft shaky moan. He grinned and moved his tongue farther into her mouth, using it to explore thoroughly, tasting her. He could tell that she was aroused as she couldn’t keep still. “You okay?” he asked, mirth hidden in his words.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, slightly out of breath.

“Do you want to?” he whispered. She froze. He knew that she was a virgin and probably scared as hell.

“Um, um, uh,” she stammered. He gently petted her hair and stroked her cheek.

“If you don’t want to yet, I understand,” he comforted. She looked at his face, returned the stroke to his cheek, ran her fingers through his hair. His eyes closed as she massaged his scalp and he softly moaned as her lips came back into contact with his.

“I’m ready,” she whispered to him.

“You’re positive?” he asked her. She nodded and ran her tongue along his jaw. He captured her lips with his own and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, but he still restrained himself somewhat because of her inexperience. He hesitantly ran his hand down the front of her white t-shirt; he could feel her heart going a mile a minute. He placed a kiss on it through the cotton and slowly started rolling up the bottom. She didn’t stop him as he lifted the t-shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. He had seen it earlier when they had been taking off their wet clothes. It complimented her nicely. As he ran his finger over the soft material of her bra she brought his t-shirt up and over his head. Tanned skin protected the bones and muscles of his body; it seemed to have a golden glow in the dim light of the apartment. She cautiously ran her hand over his chest, feeling the heat that came from his flesh. He leaned in and started kissing and gently sucking at the skin below her collar bone. She ran her finger tips over his shoulders lightly. She took his hands from her hips and moved them up to the clasp of her bra. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. He undid the clasp and carefully uncovered her small breasts. A blush flushed her cheeks as she looked away from him.

“Don’t be scared.” He started with the right one, kissing a line from the bottom of her collar bone down to her nipple where he swirled his tongue around it. His hands were on her back, supporting her body. He did the same with the left one, his hands now on her hips, trying to keep her still. She was mewling quietly with his ministrations. While he was distracted with her body she leaned over and began sucking on the sensitive skin of his neck. She wanted to be able to touch him too. She could feel the bulge in his shorts growing; it rested against her in exactly the right place. Her hand moved from his shoulder to the front of the shorts where she hesitantly began to rub him.

“Soon?” she asked quietly. He nodded and kissed her.

“Get up,” he instructed. She carefully wiggled herself off of him and did as she was told. He stood up as well and placed his hands on the sides of her shorts. He brought them down, but left her matching panties in place. Soon, though, he was slowly peeling them off her thighs. Once she stood completely nude in front of him he took in the sight with relish. She was beautiful, with soft slightly toasted skin, and flat toned muscles. He was about to remove his own shorts when she stopped him.

“Let me,” she suggested. She removed his hands and replaced them with her own. She rolled the mesh material over his hip bones and let the shorts fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. She leaned in and kissed him, he returned it willingly and picked her up bridal style when it was over.

He brought her into his bedroom and laid her down on his bed. She stretched herself out and watched as he sat down on the side of the mattress and dug through one of his drawers. When he found what he had been looking for he swung himself onto the bed the rest of the way and turned to face her.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered. He stroked her thigh and opened the condom. She observed silently as he took it out of the wrapper and placed it on himself, rolling it down his hard flesh. He looked at her again and she nodded. He parted her legs carefully and came to rest in between them. He kissed her deeply as he entered her slowly. He didn’t flinch as she bit his lip when he was fully inside. He waited until she gave him the signal to continue, a clenching of her hips. They started out slow, with rhythmic movements of his hips against hers. Short gasps escaped her lips as his pelvis brushed against the skin of her thighs. When she appeared to adjust and get the hang of it her hips responded to his. As they started moving in time more and more the pace of them increased. His lips started sucking on the skin above her breast; there would definitely be a mark there the next day. The low moans that escaped their lips had risen in volume and he now hid his face in her shoulder trying to muffle them. Her nails raked over the perfectness of his back, causing ugly red welts to rise to the surface. Her fingers were soon woven tightly into his hair and as they neared completion they held tightly to the muscles in his shoulders. Her legs gripped his hips as they tumbled over the edge, a wave of feeling she had never experienced before, and went slack as they recovered. He breathed hot air onto her neck as she tried to catch her own. He lifted his head up and they looked at each other for a few minutes before their lips met in an innocent closed lipped kiss. He pulled out of her, tied off the top of the condom and threw it away. They pulled the blankets down and snuggled down into them, his arms around her waist as they spooned. His chin rested in the crook between her neck and shoulder comfortably. She reached up to turn off the light but before she could he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. She smiled to herself and bathed the room in darkness.