“Mandy, please move out of the way.” I’m seething underneath the calm façade I’ve managed to maintain so far.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my sister but she’s using up mirror time for no good reason and I’m already freaked out about today. I have to make sure I look good, and if not that, I should look presentable at least.
Today is the day.
Our first date. Last night was nothing short of traumatic with me imagining every single scenario where something could go really very wrong and destroy the evening, making it a catastrophe and not the magical time I so desperately need it to be.
What if the weather gets bad?
What if I get sick? What if Isabel suddenly changes her mind?
After thinking about probably fifty-seven different ways that I could fuck today up, I threw the covers off me and woke up, deciding to work on all the homework I have yet to complete.
Thanks to my impromptu decision, I was forced to take a long nap in the afternoon because I couldn’t keep my eyes open if I stuck the lids to my eyebrows with tape. And now I’m running late already.
In front of me, Mandy hums to herself and sways to the notes of a song I cannot recollect the name of but know that I have heard before. I breathe slowly. One breath. Two breaths. Three.
“Okay, that’s it.”
Grabbing my sisters’ arms, I pick her up and move her away from the mirror in my room. Mandy cracks up when she looks at the harried expression on my face, but I cannot bring myself to care about anything except looking good in precisely eight minutes. I glance at the window, over to the Grace’s home. Isabel isn’t out yet, thankfully.
I style my hair with a tiny amount of gel, to keep the strands from falling off my forehead like they usually do. I’ve worn a casual grey shirt with long sleeves and a pair of faded blue jeans. I push my glasses up my nose and give my reflection a nod.
Today is going to be absolutely fantastic.
I spray on my cologne, making sure I have my wallet with me. Then I tie my shoes, grab my jacket from the chair I had thrown it over last night and head down the stairs, murmuring assurances out loud and consciously trying to slow down the rapid beating of my heart.
I call out goodbye to my parents from the living room. They pestered me about my obvious excitement till I was forced to spill the beans to my mother who literally had tears in her eyes and scared the heck out of me. She told me how she always wondered if I’d ever build up the courage to ask a sweet girl like Isabel out.
I’m glad I finally did.
I pause at the door, sending up a prayer to the heavens.
When I feel like I’ve gotten my heart under control, I take a deep breath again and step outside, making sure I zip my jacket against the cool breeze.
I reach Isabel’s home and knock against the door, consciously counting my breaths and straightening my shoulders. It doesn’t take long for it to be answered.
The door swings open and I’m totally not ready for the vision that greets me.
It’s an angel.
That’s all my mind can process.
Isabel stands before me. She’s wearing a lavender dress that flares at her hips. She has a long black coat on that engulfs her completely. Her beautiful red hair is left down, and the curls frame her face in the best way possible. Her mouth is a bright shiny red and all I want to do is taste the soft full curve of her bottom lip. she doesn’t have any other makeup on and yet, I have never seen anything more stunning. She smiles shyly at me when she sees that I’m staring.
My throat feels parched.
“Hey.” I croak out.
She looks at me expectantly, but I cannot seem to form words.
Her eyes light up when she sees my hair.
“Did you apply gel to your hair?”
My hand automatically reaches up to touch it. Anything that keeps away the itch of touching her.
I nod, my tongue feeling too big for my mouth.
“Roman, are you alright?” Isabel reaches out and touches my hand lightly.
I stare at her for a moment longer, loving the way the dress hugs her form so perfectly. What I wouldn’t give to touch her bare skin and kiss every soft, warm inch of it.
“I am.” I clear my throat and look away for just a second. “It’s just-“ I feel the blood rush to my face. “It’s just that you look so beautiful.”
Isabel gives me a full-blown smile. She steps forward and takes my hand in hers, running her thumb over the back of my hand. “Thank you.” Her smile widens. “I think you look really great too.”
I smile at her, making sure I’m looking right at her all the time. Every single moment counts and she’s such a breathtaking vision, it would be stupid to miss out on a single one of them. I know I want her looking at me all the fucking time if it was possible.
She shuts the door behind her and comes to me, looking down for a second and then back up again.
It is only then that I see the slight blush on her cheeks, and I understand that she’s a bit nervous like I am. For some reason, that makes me feel a bit better, knowing that I am not alone. We could figure it out together, I know we can.
I offer her my arm and she takes it, leaning into me slightly.
We head out toward Uncle Franky’s where we had decided to have hot dogs at. Isabel asks me about my day, and I tell her how it went, cutting out the part about me being so nervous about the evening. We talk and laugh about a couple of antics that had taken place at school and I tell her about the upcoming debate competition that I’m participating in. She had been helping her mom with cleaning out the garage that day and she shows me a couple of pictures of the stuff she found from her childhood that her mom had saved and vowed to never throw away. There were cards that Isabel had drawn out for her parents, some drawings she made as a child and a picture album that her mom had thought she had misplaced first.
When we get there, we place our orders and take a seat. I’m a bit disappointed when Isabel chooses to sit opposite to me. I’d rather have her pressed up beside me, her warm, honeysuckle scent enveloping me. But I can’t complain when she smiles at me, making me feel like I am the only person she sees.
When our orders arrive, we dig in, a comfortable silence settling over us for a couple of minutes. Then Isabel tells me about a sketch series that she has been working on and I ask her questions, every fiber in me coming alive when I hear the sweet excitement in her voice. I could listen to her all day. I pay attention to her face and expressions, the way her eyes light up when she speaks about sketching and working on her art, the way her eyes crinkle at the edges when she smiles, the way she throws her head back and laughs when I try to be funny. I love her. more than anything else in the world.
My eyes drop to her lips on more than one occasion, loving the soft curves that deserve to be kissed by someone who knows just the right way. I’ll do that and more.
The very thought of having her mouth on mine makes me swallow hard and shift in my seat, my pants feeling tight and stifling. Fuck, I need to get a rein on it.
When we finish eating, Isabel surprises me again when she doesn’t let me pay the bill, insisting that we split it in half. I try arguing with her, but she merely shakes her head and places the money, the look in her eyes making sure that I don’t press it further.
When we leave, heading toward the ice cream parlor two blocks away, I look down at her hand at her side. Taking a leap of faith, my heart thudding wildly in my chest, I tentatively reach out and touch her palm, wanting to hold her hand.
I freeze when she stops moving and looks up at me.
“Can I hold your hand?” I ask her slowly, scared that I might have managed to spook her.
In response, she looks down at our hands and for a moment, I think she’s going to pull away.
Then slowly, she wraps her fingers around mine, her warm skin igniting every single nerve ending in my body.
Isabel looks up at me and my heart stops when her gaze drops to my mouth.
I see her eyelids drop low before she looks up again. “You can do anything you want when it comes to me, Roman.” Her voice is soft and low.
My heart begins beating again with a hard thump and every single filthy thought I have ever had jumps to the forefront of my mind. Fucking hell. If Isabel could read my mind, she’d be disgusted with the things I want to do to her.
My grip on her hand tightens a bit and her eyes gaze at me curiously.
I bring her palm to my mouth and kiss the back of her hand. A smile lights up her features.
We get chocolate ice cream for Isabel and cookie dough for me. Deciding to skip the lake since it gets chilly around that time, we head over to Isabel’s place.
I’m both nervous and excited about getting to be alone with her, but I tamp down the need and focus on her. I love listening to her talk, irrespective of the topic. Her voice seems to settle something inside me that I cannot seem to understand.
When we reach her door, she gives my hand a slight squeeze and looks up at me. “You’re coming in, right?” I latch onto the hint of expectancy in her voice and nod quickly. “Yes, if that’s okay with you.”
Isabel looks back to the door. “It is.”
She lets go of my hand to unlock it and I already miss her touch.
When we step in, she moves around me to shut the door again. Then she takes her coat off and I go still.
The dress she has on has thin straps that go over her shoulder. It showcases her slender neck and prominent collarbone, the expanse of skin begging to be kissed.
My jaw tightens.
The neckline is modest, but the dress hugs her body in the most delicious way, emphasizing the perfect curves of her breasts. I turn around immediately, my control slipping dangerously at having her so close to me.
“I can take your coat.” She says.
I shrug it off my shoulders and turn back around to place it next to her on the stand, my eyes failing to keep away from her figure.
Isabel smiles up at me, a hint of uncertainty on her face. “Do you want something to drink?”
I shake my head, “No, I’m good, thanks.”
She nods and then takes off in front of me, heading toward the living room. “Which movie should we watch? Did you have anything in mind?” She turns on the television, flipping through the channels.
“We could watch whatever you prefer.” I say, keeping my eyes on her, noticing how she averts her gaze from her, her fingers clutching the remote in a tight grip.
Wait, is she more nervous than me?
“How about Date Night?”
I nod. “Sounds perfect.” I smile at her, trying to ease the tension.
Isabel turns the movie on and then steps away to turn off some of the lights to take the glare off the screen. Then she’s seated on the couch, next to me.
The next few minutes are the most agonizing ones of my life. My mind wars against my body, all of my attention focused on Isabel, whose eyes are glued to the television screen.
I want to grab her chin and kiss her. Would she let me or was it too soon? Maybe I could let her watch the movie for a couple of more minutes. Or maybe at the end of the movie, I could kiss her goodbye-
I turn to look at her. “Yeah?”
Her eyes are still on the screen.
“Can I kiss you?”
Isabel looks up at me, her focus on my mouth.
I reach forward and gently touch her cheek, cupping the soft skin. I need to kiss her. Then I lean into her and pause a breath away from her lips. This was it.
Isabel’s eyes close and I eliminate the distance between us. My lips touch hers and my mind shuts down. Her mouth is soft, firm, warm. Delicious. My first kiss. Our first kiss. I capture her upper lips between both of mine and suck on it softly. My cock jerks when she let out a soft sound in her throat.
She tastes like the chocolate ice cream she loves so much.
When I pull back after a long moment, it takes me a while to open my eyes. When I do, I see that Isabel’s eyes are still closed and her lips are still puckered. I stare down at her beautiful face, wondering if it is too soon to move in for another one.
Then her eyes open and I see the dazed look in them. My heart swells with love.
Suddenly, she pushes herself to her knees, moving so that she has her legs on either side of me. It takes me a second to register it and when I don’t move, she pauses, her features hesitant. “Is this too much?” Her voice is uncertain once more.
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s perfect. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.”
A look of surprise crosses her face before she smiles. Then her arms are around my neck and my hands are secure around her waist and Isabel is straddling me. I can feel the thump of blood in my ears. I feel the soft weight of her in my arms and my cock presses tight against the zipper of my jeans.
Isabel leans in and surprises me when she kisses my neck.
“Fuck.” I hiss out when the apex of her thighs moves against me.
I feel her smile against my throat. Then she kisses me again and then licks me there. My hands move from her waist to her ribcage, my thumbs moving dangerously close to the undersides of her breasts.
Isabel lifts her head and fixes her gaze on me for a second before she looks back at my mouth. Then before I can move, she kisses me, her tongue touching my lips. I open my mouth instantly, reaching for her. When I touch her tongue with mine, something inside me snaps and I groan. She tastes like berries and cinnamon and my mind goes blank. I grab her to me tight, pressing her to my chest. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, more forceful than before and her surprised moan is caught in my mouth.
My thumbs move higher and I stroke the underside of her breasts very gently, my body having a mind of its own. Isabel whimpers against me, pushing herself further, rocking her pelvis against my erection that is so hard it hurts.
I let go of her mouth and kiss a trail down her jaw, along her throat, moving the strap off her left shoulder with my lips and kissing the bare skin there. Her fingers grip the hair at the base of my neck, her fingers gripping tightly.
“Roman.” My name is a whisper on her lips.
I kiss the center of her chest, moving to the side so my lips skim over the slight curve of her breasts that have been exposed with the material slipping off her shoulder.
“Does that feel good?”
I don’t recognize my own voice. It is a rasp, rough and harsh.
“Yes.” Isabel whimpers when I suck on her neck again. “So good.” Her head rolls back on her shoulders when I continue sucking and nipping at the tender skin.
She’s rocking her hips urgently now and I feel myself losing control. “Kiss me.” I say desperately.
Her head lifts and I see my desperation mirrored in her eyes.
Isabel opens her mouth over mine and I groan into hers, kissing her like my life depends on it. I lick her tongue, massaging the tip before tasting her more fully and then she does the same to me.
Suddenly she tenses in my arms and moans out loud, ending in a whimper, her mouth leaving mine. She buries her face in my neck, her arms tight around me.
Then I feel the stickiness in my boxers and realize that I’ve just come over myself. The tiny shivers through Isabel’s body tells me that she did too.