You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Your boyfriend Arthur was coming over and you were going to be home alone with him for three hours. Oh lord, your heart was pounding and you were so nervous at the thought of it. Arthur was your first boyfriend and you have your best friend to thank for introducing the two of you. It took a while for you to get out of your shell, but one thing lead to another and here you are, four months later. He was the epitome of a true gentleman—never trying to rush you into things and doing chivalrous acts like it isn’t dead—he’s just the kind of guy you need.
You were in the middle of cleaning your room when you heard a knock on the door. You finished shoving all the things that might be embarrassing into your closet, under the bed, and into drawers before running for the door and swinging it open. There he stood, looking fresh and clean… while you were in some sweatpants and an old t-shirt with your hair tied back and light sweat on your forehead. He smiled and hugged you. “Hello, lovely.” You blushed and pull out of the hug, letting him into the house. “Hey Arthur… Um come this way to my room.” You led him to your bedroom and looked around to make sure nothing was out of place… oh no. You left a bra on your nightstand. You prayed that he didn’t look at it. Oh geez he did… his cheeks turned a light pink and he looked away. Good.
He cleared his throat and you sat next to him, hopefully obscuring his view of the bra. You two sat there awkwardly for some moments before you finally ask him, “Would you like something to eat or drink?” He shook his head and you sat there in silence again. You started to panic, not knowing what to do. You looked around your room for something to talk about when you suddenly heard him start chuckling. You looked at him and blushed. “What?” He shook his head. “You’re so beautiful and adorable.” You blushed even more and looked away.
He scooted closer to you and caressed your cheek. “Come on, love, look at me.” You looked up into his bright green eyes and he moved his face closer. You let out something that resembled a squeak and scooted back. “S-Sorry… I uh…” you looked down and sighed. “I’m just really nervous…” you mumbled. He laughed and pulled your chin up slowly. “It’s okay, love, I told you we could take it as slow as you want. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He gave you a charming smile, but you knew he wanted to do more than just awkwardly sit there. You scooted closer to him and grabbed his hand. “I want to kiss you…” you mumbled. “… But I don’t know how…” he smiled and kissed your forehead. “I can teach you.” You thought about it and then nodded.
“Okay, just put your lips like this… and close your eyes… and…” he gently pressed his lips against yours. You pulled away first and looked down. “How was that, love?” All you could do was nod. You looked up at him and kissed him again. This time, his arms moved around your hips and pulled you closer. You felt his tongue poke at your lips. You didn’t know what to do, so you parted your lips and let him do what he wanted. Again, you were the one to pull away. You were panting lightly and shaking. Your lips tingled and you couldn’t help but smile. Arthur laid back on your bed and you laid with him, tightly wrapped in his arms. It may take a while for you to get along to other things, but you have a feeling you could spend the rest of your life with this man.