She was nervous

A young couple experiences a very special intimate moment. It's not what either expected, but something neither will ever forget. This flash fiction finds a way to show intimacy without being trashy or too flowery to relate too.

She was nervous. Her whole body wanted to shake, but she managed to use every ounce of restraint she had to keep herself still. She lay in bed, not alone, but with whom she saw as the most amazing guy she had ever met. This image was based solely on how she saw him in daylight, or any light, but now, here they were using every sense but sight to absorb into each other.

He was supposed to leave earlier, but by some freak flaw in his biological GPS he ended up in her room that night. He wanted to be close to her, but more so, he wanted to make her happy. Fully knowing that she was inexperienced in these sort of affairs, he wanted to keep the pressure at a minimum.

She kissed him with an overdue passion and ran her fingers up and down his arm. She kept her eyes closed tight as she rubbed his hip. She felt his hand on her leg slowly moving up and down the backside of her thigh. She had to bite on his lip to keep herself from giggling, and thus exposing her ticklish a*s.

He gave into her “signals” and pressed himself closer to her. He knew that he wanted to go slow, but my biting his lip he assumed she was giving the go ahead for a further advance. He let his hands wander, in and out of her pajamas, waiting and listening to any positive reaction from her.

Her back arched involuntarily, her heart raced and her breath became deeper. No on e had ever made her stomach turn, in the best way. Thoughts of him raced through her head and as they slowly brought their pace back to calm, she ultimately knew that he wanted nothing more than for her to repay the favor.

He kissed her softly and rolled over onto his back. He held her hand and squeezed it tight. He then slowly pulled her hand over his waist and let it sit there, assuming she would get the hint and the personal request to make him as happy as he had made her.

She lay motionless. She knew what the polite thing to do was. She couldn’t just pretend to fall asleep and hope for the best, she had to push herself to give back, like some racy charity cause that ultimately made her wish she could just give a five dollar bill instead of her precious time.

He waited in anticipation. Occasionally he would rub the top of her knuckles, trying to comfort her and let her know that there was no pressure. Of course, he was ready for his fair share. Though, the longer he had to wait the more he thought of simply getting out of bed, leaving, and being self sufficient somewhere else.

She took a deep breath and slightly moved her hand lower than ever before. Underneath elastic and beneath cloth, she let her hand do all the thinking. Her mind was full of random thoughts of songs she heard that day, what she would wear tomorrow, and if there was any chocolate cake left over from dessert that night. In the middle of a reenactment of that afternoon’s card game came the image and complete recollection of holding a four-foot corn snake after it had consumed a full chipmunk.

The muscles of the snake contracted and then were constantly tensed as it slowly passed the small rodent through its body in a completely natural occurrence. The boy that was so close to her was the one that handed her that snake this summer. He assured her that it wouldn’t hurt her and that it really liked new people.

As romantic as the moment was supposed to be, as much as she wanted to keep her guest happy and personally fulfilled, she couldn’t help but quickly bring her hand to her chest as she burst out in a the most high pitched and embarrassed laugh she had ever released form her body. She tried everything she had in her to stop chuckling, but could do nothing but roll back and forth on her bed in one giant moment of hilarity. She pleaded for forgiveness and kept muttering her apologies. Quickly she suggested that he leave her room and call her the next day, saying she’d explain later.

He sighed and sat up. Carefully, he waited for her to roll his direction to catch her briefly enough to kiss her forehead. Standing up he knew that he wouldn’t actually have to finish anything himself that night because all romantic thoughts had escaped him as soon as she removed her hand from him. As he left her room, that night he wondered why she had lied about not having experience and how big her ex-boyfriend must have been.