That Wedding (15 page)

I leave my lips sexily parted, make a little girly noise, and he pushes the strawberry deeper into my mouth.

I take a little bite.

He gives me a satisfied grin, hands me a flute, and pops what's left of the strawberry in his mouth. "Here's to the perfect night," he says, clinking my glass with his. We each take a drink. He takes the glass away from me, sets it on the nightstand, pulls me up off the bed, and unzips my dress.

I act nervous.

Really, it's not that much of an act. It's feeling kinda realistic.

He sweeps me back onto the bed and starts doing exactly what I imagined the guy I would lose my virginity to would do. I'm just saying, if you ever have the opportunity to have a lose your virginity redo, I'd highly suggest it because this is going to be good. Certainly much better than the drunken frat house romp that really happened.

He's going slow, kissing every inch of me, patiently, tenderly.

There's some song in the musical,
Rent
. I forget how it goes, but it's something about covering you with thousands of sweet little kisses.

That's what this reminds me of.

He's covering me with thousands of sweet kisses, but when he starts to take off my bra, I realize if I want to play this out in character, I need to stall because I'd be nervous.

So even though my body is majorly disagreeing with me, I say, "Do we get to use the hot tub?"

Phillip looks at me with those steamy dark eyes. It's funny how when he looks at me and tells me he loves me, I see all the golden flecks in his brown eyes, but when he wants sex, those same eyes get all dark and fiery looking. I know the hot tub is about the last thing he wants to get into right now, but he goes along with it.

"We shouldn't let it go to waste." He turns on a riot of bubbles, strips naked, and hops in.

Yum.

I pretend to be nervous about his nakedness. "I didn't know you were getting a room with a hot tub. I don't have a swimsuit."

"Oh, I don't think you need one of those. Just get naked and get in. Promise I won't look." He says he won't look, but I can tell by his grin he's totally lying. I can't help but laugh. He used to say the exact same thing to me in high school when I was changing out of my softball uniform in the backseat of his car. I always caught him looking in the rearview mirror.

I act like I'm shy, but I'm really trying to torture him with a little striptease. I slowly take my bra off. When I catch him peeking, I slide my underwear off slowly too. I turn around, lay them neatly on the dresser, grab the champagne bottle, and slide in next to him.

He immediately pulls me on top of him and presses his lips to mine. We make out in the hot tub for a really long time. I'm actually shocked at how slow he's going. I've been ready for him to throw me on the bed and have his way with me since we walked in the door, but he continues his slow sexy way.

When I seriously can't wait anymore, I try to spur him on by saying, "You know, I've never done this before."

Phillip runs his hand through my mostly wet hair. "I know, Princess. That's why I'm going slow. I want you to be sure. I want it to be special."

And yes, I melt at that because that's so what I wanted to hear.

I slam the rest of the champagne, get out the tub, grab his hand, and make him join me.

Then I do a little naughty slowness of my own.

I take a towel and dry off every single inch of Phillip's amazing body. Of course, I leave the best parts for last. When I start drying off that, he can't seem to wait any longer. He picks me up, lays me on the bed, and proceeds to take my virginity.

Like, again.

I get a text from Phillip while I'm at work.

Later, he wants to know more.

Yesterday, Phillip's mother didn't cooperate with my plans. Today, the weather didn't cooperate. I was gonna set up Phillip's old tent, but it poured this morning. The ground is still a soggy, muddy mess. During my lunch break, I bought a shiny new tent. I took it home and set it up in my living room.

At the store, they don't actually have the tents set up. They just have these little dollhouse-sized versions. They're adorable. The tent I picked out was so cute. It's green, has two rooms, and a skylight, but it's maybe slightly bigger than I expected it to be.

Okay, it's A LOT bigger than I envisioned.

Phillip used to tease me about my inability to calculate distances. About how there was no way I would ever be able to design anything. I would always say back,
You know why women are bad at measurements, don't you?
He'd turn red and say,
Shut up
, because he knew what I was gonna say. I'd always finish the joke anyway, holding my fingers about three inches apart and saying,
That's cuz guys always tell us that THIS is six inches
. Danny was never embarrassed by that joke, in fact, he often fired back,
Only looks like about an inch to me
. Of course, implying that he's huge. Let's just say Danny has a big ego and leave it at that.

To get the tent to fit, I have to move the couch up against the kitchen table. It's also blocking the hallway, so you have to climb over the back of it to get to the bathroom, but that's a minor detail. I focus on making the tent a den of seduction. I climb over the couch, strip the comforter and blanket off my bed, and spread them across the tent floor. Then I add every pillow and throw that I own.

After work, I make up bowls of all Phillip's favorite middle school candy, a batch of popcorn, and fill a small cooler with beer. I change into little pajama boxers and a tight tank top. I even go sans bra just for the hell of it, and before I know it, Phillip's home.

My plan is to pretend we're in middle school. We'll eat popcorn, munch on candy, drink some beer, and I'll challenge him to a game of strip poker. We'll play cards and slowly get naked. Phillip will be so overwhelmed with desire for me, he won't be able to control himself. He'll attack me, and it'll be amazing.

My plan goes astray the second Phillip walks in the door and runs straight into the tent. He backs up and laughs at the huge tent in the middle of the living room. He looks so damn cute, I just can't help myself. I tell him no clothing allowed, strip that boy naked, and lead him into the tent.