Ron was his name; he and I were juniors in high school. We had been dating for six months and we were already falling in love. The look in his eyes every time he said my name; it was that look that made me fall deeper and deeper in love.
We had been told many times, “You are in high school, you do not know what love is,” by our families. But to tell you the truth, we didn’t care.
Ron had wild red-brown curls to his shoulders that were soft and voluptuous. I loved running my fingers through them. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. They were hidden by thick-rimmed bright red and black glasses. Oh how I could get lost in the abyss of his eyes. He was never thin or boney, but was thicker and with healthy muscles from growing up working on cars with his father. He had a deep voice for his age with a burly laugh that could make even the most depressed children in our school light up!
Ron was my first serious boyfriend, the first boy to watch me undress, the first boy to kiss down my body, and the first boy to tell me he loved me, and mean it.
I remember the day him and I sat on my bed holding hands asking each other what exactly we were waiting for.
“I didn’t think you were ready, Rose, I know we have done everything else, but I thought you wanted to wait a while before we take this next step,” he said with caution.
“But Ron, we both know it’s going to happen sooner or later, so why wait, we both want it, babe, I know you want me.”
“Oh Rosie baby, I do want you, but I want your heart too, and I don’t want to push your heart past its limit.” He lightly brushed his callused fingers across on my cheek.
I sighed, “I’ve been ready for this for a long time now, but let’s wait for a day when your parents and sister aren’t home, okay?”
Ron agreed and passionately kissed me like he never had before. I felt my heart pound inside of me; I thought it was going to burst!
The day was November 17, a Tuesday after school; it was also our six month anniversary. I found it to be a little less romantic because it was planned and didn’t “just happen”. I remember walking with him from our school to his house because he only lived a few blocks away. His hands were clammy and his body seemed rather tense.
I made sure to wear the sexiest panties I owned. They were see-through blue and white polka dotted g-string. The night before, I shaved my pussy to make sure it was perfectly soft and smooth. I remember staring at my naked body in the mirror, holding my 38 D cup breasts in my hands, closing my eyes and slowly pinching my nipples in excitement.
I found myself wondering what boxers he was wearing and if he had done anything romantic at his house.
The walk was coming to an end as we neared his house.
“Stay downstairs for just a minute Rose, I have a few things to do first,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled while nodding slightly…
“Rosie! I’m ready!” he called down to me.
My heart began to beat faster than ever before!
As I walked up the steps to his bedroom I smelled vanilla and incense, he knew how much I loved those two scents. They filled my nose and mouth and I exhaled my last breath before entering his bedroom. I opened the door and there were about four candles like I had guessed and my favorite band playing, Iron and Wine.
