So, I did it.
No, not the real deed yet, but I committed to it.
Am I nervous?
Fuck yeah?
But I’m also so excited. We set up a date for today, Saturday, I have been through my closet, tossing clothes to my bed like a madwoman. What to wear? To wear to your…Deflowering? I again, laugh like a nervous teen. It’s like my Birthday or something. I look over at the clock. It’s two and I have less than an hour till he comes and picks me up.
The green silk dress? The blue paisley?
I throw my hands up in the air and feel like I am insane.
I’d better hurry.
Okay, green it is. It matches his eyes. I grab it up and clutch it to me. Those deep emerald eyes. I sigh. Oh, god I think I might… I sit down on the bed and shake all over.
I LOVE MICAH?
No, no… How can that be?
Well, you have chosen him to…
I bite at my lip. Yes, I always said...I would have to love the guy, but this takes me totally off guard. Yes, I mean I like all three of them, but he’s the one that has crept into my heart. Okay, I admit it. I think it was the day he came up to my car, out of breath looking like he just climbed a mountain.
He ran down thirteen sets of stairs just to make sure I didn’t leave without him.
Has a guy ever done anything even close to that? I shake my head. No…But love? It has been just under two weeks since he wandered up to my desk and gazed at me with those sweet eyes. The world was in them. I know it sounds silly and over the top, but I remember the clench in my gut at that very second.
I look down at the dress. Okay, I cannot tell him. I mean what would he think? I gaze off into nothing. A guy like Micah is like most girl’s dream of a man. He’s nice like some that I’ve met but he is also so much more. Like that painting he did of me. It looked like me, but it was swirling in these colors and they all mixed to be… I look up at the mirror.
The color of my eyes?
Why hadn’t that hit me before?
Like he immersed my image into the color of my eyes. How cool is that?
But…
Love? Like falling IN love? I am shaking now. Calm down Jenna, you were a case of nerves before and now you may need valium just to act normal. I shake this off. Just one step at a time.
I get dressed, pick out shoes, apply a little light perfume. I hardly ever wear any. Finally, I just use a little light green eyeliner and some burgundy lipstick.
I look into the mirror and release a breath.
Am I ready?
I hear my doorbell and jump.
OH1 It’s time. I’d better be.
I grab my clutch and look around.
Come on Jenna, you have everything. I rush down the hall and stop at the door. My palms are sweaty and I blow on my free hand. I take a deep breath and let it out as I open the door.
Micah, tall good looking and hot, smiles at me and his smile drops.
Okay, it started out good then he looks stricken.
“What is it?” I ask panicked as I look down at my dress and shoes.
“I-I…” he stutters.
I look up at him.
He is dressed in a button up shirt and those expensive slacks he often wears. Yummy, yummy, no doubt about it.
“Am I dressed wrong?” I ask with trepidation. Dammit, I should’ve worn the blue one!
“Wrong?” he repeats back at me. “NO! I just wasn’t prepared.”
I tilt my head at him.
“I mean you are drop dead gorgeous and I thought for a minute that I might just drop dead.”
I stare at him and as usual for me, without any filter, I laugh hard. Dammit, he is so cute.
He grins and takes my hand.
I gaze into his eyes. I’m caught in them. Trapped. I think of it again. I do love this guy! I do! I swallow heavily.
“Okay, now that I started off weird…are you still going with me?” he teases.
I blink my eyes. “Of course, Micah. I would go anywhere with you.”
Again, he pauses. He wears a stunned expression as he pulls me to the hall and locks my door. “You got your key?”
I nod.
He locks my door and takes my arm.
The touch of his hand makes my stomach flutter. I try to act normal. But I cannot seem to pull it off as much as I want.
He walks me through the lobby.
One of my neighbors is there at the mailboxes. A woman named Star…I roll my eyes. Yeah, so not her real name or her real boobs either. Now, this woman is really drop dead gorgeous as Micah put it. Long legs, luscious lips, curves and those tits. No man could walk by her and ignore her. No man. I mean it is just natural for a guy to gape at her. I see it every day. I always feel a little plain next to her at the mailboxes. I mean any normal woman would.
She stares at Micah and her mouth drops open as we walk by.
I look over at Micah and he doesn’t even see her!
Oh my god, he really doesn’t!
I look back over my shoulder at her and give her a wicked wink.
Yeah, Star. He is mouth wateringly yummy and…I giggle aloud. You haven’t even see the other two! I feel supreme all the sudden. Then I check myself. You’re lucky that’s all, lucky as shit. Like some lottery winner of 900 million dollars lucky. I keep giggling.
Micah maneuvers me through the door and smiles at me. “What’s so funny?”
I bite my lip. “Lotteries.”
He blinks his eyes. “Lotteries?”
I am laughing as he has my elbow and steps up to a green car. I halt.
“Is something wrong?” he asks nervously.
I shake my head. “I-I. I-it…”
He laughs a little. “It’s my car.”
I nod, stunned. “Not just a car! It’s a Shelby! A 1968, GT 350!”
Micah’s jaw drops.
I walk around to the front acting like I’m meeting some movie star or something. “And it’s mint!”
Micah steps over to me. “You like it?”
“Like it? Oh, my god! And the color is…” I look over at him. “Almost exactly the same as your eyes!”
He chuckles. “Don’t let my brothers hear you say that. They already tease me to no end about this car.”
I gasp. “Why? Are they nuts?”
He stares at me. “My god. Jenna, are you from this earth?”
I bat my eyes. “What?”
“How on earth did you even know what kind of car this is?”
I smile. “I love them is how! Well, my dad did. He…”
Micah looks flushed suddenly.
“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like…” I’m not sure what just happened.
He smiles hugely at me. “Special. One in a fucking million.” He grabs my elbow and takes me to the door, opens it and motions for me to get in.
I peer in at the white leather interior. “Oh, my god!” I get in eagerly and sit on the soft seat.
Micah is chuckling and he actually rushes around excitedly to the driver’s side and hops in.
“It’s so beautiful!” I gush.
He is beaming and starts it up.
I jolt at the purring sound of the engine. “It- it’s…” I heave out a breath and carefully reach out to the dash and caress it.
Micah is staring. “I never met a girl who…” His voice fades away.
I look over. “I actually get to ride in this?”
He a laughs and nods. “Anytime you wish.”
I am like floored. An actual Shelby!
He drives out onto the street.
“Why would they tease you about a car that might just be the best car ever built?” I ask.
He is shaking his head. “Have you met those two?”
I stare at him and laugh.
“So,” he says. “I have to tell you that we are going…That I am taking you…”
I cannot help it, I laugh. “Yes, you are Micah. Taking me, I mean.”
He looks over a little flustered and chuckles.
I am now excited about this taking. I’m actually aflame over it. I think I’m like naturally high over it. Who wouldn’t be. Just look at the man! He is everything a girl could even make up in her dreams. I try to calm down. I’m trying really hard.
He drives up to the hills.
Now I am staring around and not at the magnificent car. It hits me all the sudden. There are only…
He turns onto a long driveway and a house comes into view.
…mansions. There are only mansions up here.
“Umm, see. I kept thinking about this,” he continues. “Like… I cannot take you to a hotel, even a five star. No, not for this. I live here. B-but not because I really want…to.” He is stumbling over his words.
I look from the huge house to him. “What?”
He shakes his head and pulls into the circular driveway. Parks and turns in his seat to take my hand. “When our dad said we needed to work at Maxwell, he also wanted us to…be a team. Me and my brothers. So, we all moved back in here.”
I nod, following but not. “And you don’t want to live…” I glance up at the huge steps. “In this?”
He nods.
“And why?”
He sighs. “Well, by now. You have figured out that we are…”
“…Filthy rich?” I arch a brow.
He looks troubled as he nods.
“I-I kinda knew this, but…” I look back up at the house.
“Yeah… So, this is my home. Our home. You know. The Maxwell House?”
I stop staring and look over at him. I laugh.
He nods and chuckles. “Yeah that’s Trevor’s name for it.”
“Of course it is.” I am still laughing.
Micah sits up straight. “Well, we can’t sit in the car all night.”
I shrug. “We sooo can!” I wink at him.
He laughs and shakes his head. “You’d rather spend the date in this car over a mansion?”
I nod. “It is tempting.”
He stares at me. “I cannot believe how lucky I am.”
I nod and look up at the house. “Yes, to have all this, you—”
“No! Not the house, the cars. YOU! Lucky to…have you.”
I flush. Have. Yes, I want him to have me. Yes, I do!
He gets out and runs around to my door, opens it and takes my arm.
Walking up the steps, I see gardens, fountains, flowers, miles of clean cut grass filled yards.
“Now just take it easy, ok?” he urges. “I mean I knew it might be…” He looks nervous. “…a little overwhelming.”
I nod as he opens the door.
I step through and gasp.
It is all marble, the chandelier bit and everything. Fine furnishings, red carpeted stairs, paintings, the whole scenario of a wealthy mansion.
He steers me ahead and all the way to the back into a room that is full of flowers.
I am stunned. I mean I don’t want to appear like I’m a tourist or some…I gawk around at it all. Okay, I’m like some hick. I’m like star struck or house struck. Like just struck dumb. I have never even been in such a place before. I am out of my depth here.
He steers me to a table for two. Candles, a fireplace. A huge sofa that looks like if you sat in it, someone would have to get a tow truck to remove you from it, cause you might just want to live there…forever.
He chuckles.
I look over at him.
He shrugs. “The guys did all this.”
I’m confused. “D-did what?”
He shrugs. “Trevor and Jake. They set this whole room up. I told them to let me set things up, but those two are like bulldozers if they agree on something.”
I shake my head and am touched by this. “How sweet.”
He nods. “And sweet is so NOT the word most would ever think to call those two asshats. But they wanted it to be perfect.”
I swallow heavily. Sweet, like I said.
He moves me to the table and pulls out a chair.
I sit and it dawns on me. “A-are they here?”
He shakes his head. “They promised to be elsewhere for the evening.”
I get a little twinge. “E-elsewhere?” Am I jealous? I mean elsewhere like in out with someone or two someones? I cannot let Micah see this though, what would he think?
He shakes his head. “Just a sports bar. Guys, football, you know.”
I release a breath and kick myself. You are here to sleep with Micah and then have the gall to get jealous over where or who his brothers… I sit up straight. Stupid girl.
Micah moves to the side table.
I never noticed it when I came in. He raises up the bottle.
Pink champagne.
I giggle.
He pops it open and the cap hits the fireplace with a loud pop.
I laugh.
He grins. “Fireworks. I will never look at Pink champagne the same way again after…” he stops and gives me a wink.
I’m chuckling. “Yes, and I promise not to go wild.”
He tilts his head at me. “Oh, please don’t promise that.”
I flush. I mean I flush all over. He is flirting with me like mad. I mean yes, he has before, but it was always subtle. This Micah is making my panties wet.
He pours me a glass and waits.
I look up at him. Oh, he’s waiting for me to taste it. Yes, dumbass get with it. I lift the glass and as usual, the bubbles tickle my nose as I take a sip. Oh. wow! I swallow another gulp. I look up at him. “It’s wonderful!”
He nods. “I knew you would like this kind.”
He pours himself some.
“You don’t have to drink what I do, Micah. I mean you must have—”
“No, I find I am getting a taste for…” His voice fades away. “You. Fuck the champagne. I want to taste you.”
I feel all fluttery. “Well, I am here for you. You can taste me, do anything…” Oh shit, open mouth, then be a bimbo.
He laughs. “Well, I did want to wine and dine you first at the very least. I’m not a complete dick.”
I look up and laugh. “No, but you have the nicest…Oh shit.” I peer down at the empty glass. “How much alcohol was in that glass?”
He is laughing loudly.
I gaze up at him. Dammit, he is beautiful. I stand up.
His laughter slows and he’s staring.
“Micah, you don’t have to wine me and dine me, okay?”
He shakes his head. “Jenna, you aren’t just some girl that I want to fuck.”
I stare at him. “But y-you do want to…fuck me, right?”
His gaze pins me. Those green eyes deepen in color. “So very badly.”
I know the feeling and I don’t need props, and impressing. I reach up and slip the straps off my dress.
He stares, as he stills.
Okay, Jenna you started it, now get some courage and be sexy. I slip the other strap off and push my dress down. It shimmies to the floor in a pile of now unwanted silk.
He stares at my face.
I swallow heavily and slip my bra off, dropping it too.
His gaze moves from my face to my body.
Oh, god. I’m shaking. I’m literally trembling like I’m about to…
Setting his glass down, he steps forward.
I am breathing rapidly. I mean I just dropped my clothes in front of a man. Stripped.
He gazes down. “You aren’t wearing panties.” His voice has gone deep.
I swallow again, before I speak, as I’m afraid my voice will squeak. “I know.” I bite my lip.
With his fingers, he tucks my lip from my teeth. Finally, he reaches out and traces a finger from my face down to my collarbone.
His touch is so light but that doesn’t matter, I still feel like he just branded me.
He steps in close.
“I want you to do whatever you wish. However you wish, To me. I mean I want—”
He crushes his lips to mine and grabs me up, pulling me to his hard chest.
His kiss is like fire, not hesitant, he plunges his tongue in and kisses me deeply.
I kiss him back with all that I feel for him. I am so wet already just from him kissing me. His hand wanders down and he eases his fingers over my mound.
I gasp in his mouth. I am aching and he’s barely touched me.
He breaks the kiss and steps back.
I am breathless and I lick my lips.
“I just want to look at you some more.” He smiles at me. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I swallow again and shake my head.
He moves closer and puts his hands out smoothing them over my nipples.
I tremble and my pussy gushes a little more.
“You are.”
I shrug and look away.
He grabs my chin and directs my gaze to him. “Yes, you are and you don’t even know it.” He takes my hand and places it over his crotch.
I feel how hard he is.
“All the time around you, hard all the time.” He scoops me up and carries me through the room.
This is it! Oh, wow. I don’t even care where he’s taking me. I want him so much.
He enters a bedroom.
It is not like the other rooms. Yes, it’s large but so understated.
My eyes widen. His paintings are here and pictures of cars. This is his room.
I see the bed and then I’m lying on it. I look up and he’s unbuttoning his shirt. I sit up.
He pauses. “What?”
I smile. “I wanna look too.”
He grins and takes his shirt off.
I suddenly feel the man is moving too slow. I scoot forward, grab his pants and unzip them tugging them down in a rush.
He grips my hands. “Jenna!”
I halt and look up.
“This is not going to be like all in a hurry. I want this to be special. You deserve only that.”
I am floored. Yes, I knew this man was sensitive and gentle but…
He caresses my skin, like he cannot resist touching me. “I want to be all over you, touch every spot, be in you everywhere,”
I flush again and I am embarrassingly wet, my thighs are swiped with my own juices.
He toes off his shoes, lowers his pants and tugs his briefs off.
I see his hard cock and I am so turned on. I lick my lips and stare.
“Now, don’t be afraid okay?” he says.
I look up from that yummy cock and say, “Scared? I am hurting from the want of having you inside me. I’m not scared. I need you.”
He stares at me as if this was the last thing he thought he would hear from me. He chuckles. “How can you continually surprise me?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. All I know is, I want you to fuck me Micah.”
His eyes go dark. “How can you just act like—?”
I move forward and press my body against his. I can see this is going to take some wild moves, some pushing or the man is going to be hung up on me being a virgin. “Micah…I am ready.” I place my mouth on his chest and kiss his delicious skin. Yes, it is so silky smooth Like I guessed before. I lick him and kiss him all the way down his belly. I stop to kiss the tip of his cock. I want to suck on him so badly. Who knew? I suppose I did. I love to taste cock. Look how I ravaged his dom of a brother.
Micah lifts me up and lays me back. “I need to make sure you are really ready.”