First Night Together
A knock on the door……..
Finally… she’s here. Honestly, I didn’t think she’d come. But I was ready for either outcome. “Just a normal weekend with a friend. Don’t overthink it,” I told myself.
Hi! I opened the door with a big smile. There she stood gorgeous as ever, that sexy smile lighting up her face. She hugged me. It was our first hug. We hadn’t known each other long… but somehow it felt right.
“Sorry, I should’ve picked you up…”
“Naah, I’m good,” she said as I ushered her in.
My silly neighbor shot us a wink from across the hall, sketching the illustration: “You getting laid, huh?” I signaled no, laughing. Almost too loud… she heard.
“Hey, laughing?”
“Uh… nothing,” I said, scratching my head, trying to act cool.
“Welcome… to my humble house,” I added awkwardly.
“Relax, you look uneasy,” she said, noticing my tension.
Yeah… I was uneasy. My crush right here, in my living room.
“No, no. I’m fine. Just… happy to see you,” I said, forcing a smile. Confidence. They hate lack of confidence, I reminded myself.
We settled on the couch, joking, vibing. I had prepared a small meal.
“Damn, you’re a good cook,” she said with a smile.
“Well… mama taught me well,” I said, smiling back. Then, playful: “Making you dinner could be my hobby.”
She laughed. “Naughty too,” she added.
Ah… a green card.
I poured her a drink, handed her a cookie, feeling the tipsy warmth from my own earlier cookie hit.
“But you know what else?” I asked, locking eyes with her.
“What?” she said, intrigued.
“Making you creamy… could be my lifestyle.”
Her drink almost betrayed her, a slight choke but she recovered, giggling.
“Out of 10?” I asked.
“7.5,” she said, giggling again. “That was… real sexy.”
I leaned in, teasing. “I could go seven inches deeper.”
She just stared… side-eye. Speechless. Perfect.
“You smooth with words, Tommy,” she laughed.
“Just natural,” I shrugged. “No rehearsal.”
“Impressive,” she admitted. My inner me smiled.
She excused herself to the bathroom, struggling a bit to stand, tipsy, maybe. My mind raced. Do I confess my feelings now? Or wait? Too soon?
I picked up my laptop, played a chill mix, sipping slowly. She returned quietly.
“Hey… you startled me,” I said.
“Not long,” she said softly. I offered her a seat, a towel.
On my playlist, “Shut Up and Listen” played. I knew every lyric, sang it slowly, intentionally.
She clapped. “Wow… you should write your own songs.”
“Well… I write poems and stories.”
“Still… you can sing,” she added.
“Don’t I deserve a gift for that?” I asked.
Before I could finish… she leaned in, soft kiss on my cheek. My system froze. Factory reset triggered.
“You look shocked,” she giggled.
“Uh… it’s just… you’re so easy to read,” she teased.
I swallowed hard. What… is it that obvious?
I leaned in. Kiss. No resistance. Everything flowed. The green card I’d waited for.
“You’re sweet,” I whispered.
She pulled me in again, deep, urgent. My hands traced her curves. She helped, syncing perfectly. Eyes locked. No words. Just… fire.
What was to follow was clear… but I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to savor every single second. Slowly, she traced my chest, her warm arm making my heartbeat faster. My Mr. Johny was already responding eagerly.
I took off her top, and the sight stole my breath almost sculpted by the gods themselves, round, soft, full. I reached for her, tasting, exploring. Soft moans escaped her lips, fueling my fire.
I peeled off my shirt, and the battle began, lips on lips, hands tracing every curve, breaths hot and fast, then slow, lingering… electric. I barely noticed how or when we ended up on the bed, naked, entangled, lost in the heat of foreplay. Every moment was intoxicating.
I decided to showcase my skills on the battlefield, teasing her whenever I could. Finally, I buried my head between her thighs, savoring every sound, every shiver, every moan. Mission successfully executed the river flowed, her body alive under my touch.
It was time to reward my Mr. Johny. I opened the book, gazed upon the forbidden scriptures… like a predator, I leaned in for the kill. Mr. Johny ready to go, fully primed…
Then, suddenly
“Wait… hey, I don’t think we should.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I froze.
I don’t even know how the whole thing flipped so fast. One minute everything was perfect jokes, comfort, vibe, even a little nastiness. Then suddenly the air changed.
She replied before I even finished my question.
She pulled the blanket over herself, face turning away.
I just sat there, frozen, a billion questions attacking my mind.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Did I make her uncomfortable?”
“Why won’t she just tell me what’s wrong?”
Trying to read the moment, I asked softly,
“Uhhm… are you okay? Comfortable? Should I take you home?”
She turned her head sharply, her face tight, annoyed.
“Take me home?”
Her tone was almost angry.
“Is that it? You didn’t get what you wanted so now you want me to go?”
My heart dropped.
“No, that’s not it,” I said quickly.
“I just thought maybe you’re uncomfortable… or something’s bothering you.”
Damn. What was I thinking? I didn’t mean it like that.
She shook her head.
“Men…”
Then she rolled over again.
A minute later, she got up.
For a moment, I thought she was leaving.
“Hey… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
“Just using the bathroom. Need to clean up.”
Cold. Distant. Almost emotionless.
While she was in there, my mind raced nonstop.
The vibe we had… the fun… the warmth…
How did it turn awkward so fast?
She came out drying herself with a towel.
I looked away, embarrassed.
She pulled out a pajama from her small bag, wore it, and went straight to bed.
No words. No expression.
I couldn’t blame her. I’d be mad too.
I cleaned up quietly and went to sleep on the couch.
Did she notice? I don’t know she seemed fast asleep.
Birds woke me up in the morning.
I stared at the wall, replaying everything.
The questions wouldn’t leave me alone.
So, I decided to make breakfast.
Maybe that would fix… something.
Eggs, smokies, bread the simple but special one my sister taught me.
The smell alone could make anyone hungry.
When it was ready, I walked to her.
“Hey… good morning. I made you breakfast.”
No response.
I thought I should let her sleep
Then softly,
“What time is it?”
Her voice… calm, soft, almost too sexy.
“Uhm… 8 AM.”
A moment later she sat up, still wrapped in the duvet.
Her top was so light I could see everything beneath, her nipples pressing through.
That alone woke up Mr. Johnny, but I forced myself to chill.
Our eyes met.
For a second, it felt like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Smells yummy,” she said.
I handed her the plate.
“Bon appétit.”
Then I went to shower.
When I came back, she was seated on my cheap couch watching a movie on my laptop.
No password I’d been doing installations before.
“You love it?” I asked.
“Oh, you’re back. Yeah, it’s nice. Just started but looks good.”
“It has a good ending,” I told her.
She turned and her eyes traced my body… slowly.
I knew that look.
Then she looked back at the screen.
I laughed softly.
“Well built, huh?”
She ignored the tease.
“The breakfast was yummy. You’re a good cook.”
“Learned from the best,” I said.
Later she showered, we finished the movie together, and eventually I walked her home.
We talked, laughed a bit, kept it light.
I didn’t bring up last night. Didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Later, she texted she was home safely.
We talked for a bit.
Then I finally asked:
“About last night… what really happened? If something was wrong, we can talk about it. I can help.”
Delivered.
Blue ticks.
No reply.
“Maybe she’s busy,” I told myself.
An hour passed.
Two.
Still nothing.
I tried again later:
“If it’s uncomfortable for you it’s okay. I’m sorry. We can talk another time.”
Grey ticks.
At night I called, no answer.
Texted, no reply.
One day passed.
Two. I accepted it.
Maybe she didn’t like me as much as I thought.
Maybe I really messed up.
Then suddenly
A notification. Her name. My heart jumped.
I opened it.“When are you free so we can meet?”
I was speechless.
