Well, here I am.

I’m sitting on Chris’s bed, wearing nothing but the sky blue soft cotton polo shirt he wore yesterday.  It smells like him.  I love that.

I’m using Chris’s laptop to write this, with his permission and approval.  Chris is in the shower.  He really didn’t need to, but I’ve seen he’s very meticulous about his personal cleanliness.  He’s wasting his time, really.  I plan to get him all sweaty again when he comes back out.

Oh, by the way, I’m no longer a virgin.

 

 

My phone rang at 6:03 o’clock Friday evening.  I anticipated Chris, but it was the front desk of the dorm.  They said a man, Mr. (Redacted), waited for me in the lobby and asked if I was expecting him.  I think my voice squeaked when I said “yes” too eagerly and told them I’d be right down.

I checked myself in the mirror one more time after spending all afternoon getting ready.  I wore a simple blue dress with matching sandals.  I wore a thin silver chain with a small sapphire and diamond pendant I got for graduation this summer with a matching ring on my right hand.  The only other jewelry was a thing silver anklet, because Marie told me Chris really likes anklets.

I wasn’t satisfied, but I didn’t know what to change, so I headed out.  The instant the door clicked behind me, I realized that, in my excitement, I left my purse, duffle, and keys in the room.  My roommate was at dinner.  Fortunately, I did not have to make Chris wait while I went searching for her in the cafeteria.  My housefellow was in her room and opened my door for me.

Now flustered, I grabbed my stuff and hurried to the elevator.  It seemed to take forever to come and when it did, it was filled with people on their way to dinner or out or whatever.  I felt so exposed riding down with them, like everyone of them knew my plan for the evening, but that was just silly.

In the lobby, Chris stood as I parted myself from the herd in the elevator.  Of course, I had seen plenty of pictures of him and even Facetimed with him, but his extraordinary charisma immediately hit me as we stepped toward each other.  Chris is tall, in good shape, and has a strong, masculine face with steely blue eyes.  His graying light brown hair is closely cropped, as is his goatee. He extended his hand with a smile and as I gave him mine, expecting a shake, he instead lifted it to his lips and kissed it quickly and a bit surreptitiously, I suspect out of respect for my privacy.

“Are you ready?” was all he said as he took the duffle with my changes of clothes from my hand.  I could only nod.  He offered his elbow and I took it, wrapping my two hands around it.  As we walked out of the dorm, I again felt like everyone knew what I was heading off to do, but I suppose, if anyone noticed, they simply thought Chris was my dad or uncle or something like that.

We walked like that to Chris’s car where he opened the passenger door for me and held my hand until I was seated.  Then he closed it, put the duffle in the back, and went around to get behind the wheel.

(Chris is out of the shower now and sitting on the bed behind me with his arms around my waist as I type.  He smells like Irish Spring soap.  It’s pleasant, but I prefer his natural scent.)

Chris took me to a classy little sushi bar for dinner.  I’d had sushi only once before and thought it was okay, but not worthy of the way its fans rave about it.  Chris ordered for us both.  I have no idea what most of it was, but it was unlike anything I’ve had before and was the most delicious food I have ever eaten.

We fell right into comfortable conversation centering on my first week as a college student.  We didn’t eat a whole lot.  Chris said he did not want to weigh us down that night, but promised we’d come back there soon for a real feast.  That was fine with me.  My stomach was in knots with excitement about what we would soon do together.

We held hands, fingers intertwined, as we left the restaurant.  Chris repeated his gentlemanly ritual with my car door (he always does) and again got behind the wheel.  Neither of us spoke during the long drive out of Milwaukee, and I somehow found the silence comforting.

Chris lives in a fairly large, two story, suburban home.  Although empty when we arrived, some lights were on inside.  They set a mellow mood without leaving things in a creepy darkness.

Chris set my duffle down once the door from the garage closed behind us.  He turned to me and said he had waited a long time to be able to kiss me.  Then he wrapped his arms around me gently, bent his head down to bring his lips to mine, which I had already turned up for him, and treated me to the sweetest, most passionate kiss I had ever felt.  As his tongue slid over mine and into my mouth, it felt like I was melting inside.  I never wanted the kiss to end, but at the same time had never felt so much lust.  I was ready for the bedroom.

When that first kiss finally ended, however, Chris slipped his arm around my waist and led me to a den at the back of the house.  He touched a remote, and some mellow jazz started on the stereo.  The big bay windows overlooking the back yard were open, and the night’s cool had started to infiltrate the room.

Slipping away from me, Chris took a long lighter from a box on the mantle touched it to the crumpled newspaper under the stacked wood in the fireplace.

(What Chris, still nude from his shower, is now doing with his hands under the polo shirt is making it almost impossible to type.  Besides, this has gotten longer than I expected anyway.  I’m going to close this first part here, and do a second part later.)

(Now Chris wants me to type one more thing.  He wants me to let anyone reading this, especially women, to know that he insisted I take a certain precaution before he picked me up Friday night.  He did this because he thought it would make me feel more comfortable about coming to his house the very first time we met, but that really wasn’t necessary.  Nonetheless, he had me put his name, address, and phone number in an envelope and give it to my roommate.  I told her I would check in every now and then and if it seemed like it had gone too long without me checking in, she should try to call me and, if I didn’t answer, that she should tell the police to check on me with Chris.  He wants me to put this in here so that should some other woman decide to get together with someone she met here or on another website, like I did with Chris, that she make sure she make similar arrangements for her safety.)

Stay tuned for Part Two!