Last night was pretty amazing. I dug out the exact outfit I’d worn the night he wanted to do me on his mom’s kitchen island. The little plaid Abercrombie skirt with the white blouse and navy cardigan. I added high heels and white thigh highs, and then I took him to the swings out behind our old elementary school. We talked and swung. He teased me and told me how he’d always had a thing for me and that he obviously was quite intelligent and a visionary to have known the girl he wanted to marry at the mere age of ten. I laughed and called bullshit.
I think he just got lucky.
We kissed on the swings just like we had the very first time he kissed me, when he pulled my swing over and planted a big, fat kiss on my lips. But, this time, he didn’t run away. He kept kissing me. He was up for doing whatever at the playground, but, well, I just couldn’t bring myself to do much more than kiss. I mean, kids play there!
So, we decided to go parking in a cornfield instead, which was way fun, too. It’d been a long time since I’d been parking.
Today is the day we’re supposed to do it on his mother’s kitchen island. After last night, I’m not sure if I can do that either, but I’m sure he could talk me into it. I think Phillip could sweet-talk me into just about anything.
I call Mrs. Diamond to try to enlist her help in getting the Macs out of their house, but I find out his mom is hosting Bunco tonight, which means there is no way I am gonna get them out of the house. So, I quickly have to switch things up and decide on a prom night redo.
Phillip had a date for the prom. I forget who she was, but I do remember he had big plans for her. He’d even gotten a hotel room with a hot tub. But she got drunk on champagne, threw up at the dance, and got taken home early.
I hadn’t really wanted to go to prom. I was supposed to go with my boyfriend at the time, Jake, but then I found out he was cheating on me. That was the same night as my parents’ accident. Prom was a week later, and it just didn’t seem right for me to go. Danny offered to take me. At first, I refused, but everyone thought that my parents would’ve wanted me to go. Plus, at the time, I was kinda hot for Danny.
I thought that, after prom, I would be busy losing my virginity to him. I figured losing it to a friend instead of a jerk boyfriend would be a good idea. But, just as things were starting to get good, Danny passed out, and I ended up sitting in the hot tub with Phillip.
As usual, it was sweet and probably a little romantic, but also as usual, nothing happened between us.
But, tonight, things are going to happen.
I check into the hotel right after work. I take rose petals and sprinkle them all over, put some champagne on ice, and lay out a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. Granted, we didn’t have those things on prom night, but we should have. And Phillip was the guy I should’ve lost my virginity to.
I go home, put on a sexy dress, make Phillip wear a suit, and take him out to dinner.
As I lead Phillip down the hall to our hotel room, he’s grinning. “So, are we reliving prom night?”
“Well, not reliving exactly. We’re having a prom night redo.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but I assume it means we’re gonna do more in the hot tub than talk.”
“Well, maybe. So, here’s the storyline. We’re both seniors. I’ve liked you, probably loved you, for a while. You finally got brave and asked me out, and you’re hoping that I might be willing to part with my virginity tonight.”
Phillip’s eyes gleam. He’s so adorable, especially when he totally gets into character. He pins me against the hotel room door. “So, you know, Billy is having that big party tonight.”
I nod my head. “Uh-huh.”
“I was thinking maybe we might wanna skip it.”
I get into my nervous virgin role. “Oh, well, I don’t know. I mean, what would we do, just sit in our room?”
He leans in and kisses me. “I was thinking of something a little more fun.” He opens the door. “Look.” He looks at what I’ve done to the room and mutters to me, “Damn, I’m good.” Then, he shuts the door and has me on the bed before I have a chance to even think about what to do next.
He intensely kisses me and expertly moves his hands across my dress. I’m ready to lose my virginity right about now, but that wouldn’t fit my character. I pretend to be nervous about where things might be heading. “Um, I saw champagne.”
“Oh, yeah, there is champagne.” He seems to have already forgotten the champagne chilling in front of us.
I made him forget the champagne! Yay for me and my sexiness!
He opens the bottle and pours champagne into real crystal flutes. No plastic cups for this prom night redo! He takes off his jacket, unbuttons his shirtsleeves, and takes off his tie. I only have on a dress, so I reciprocate by sliding off my shoes.
He saunters to the bed with both glasses crossed in one hand and a strawberry in the other. He sits on the bed and holds the strawberry up to my mouth.
I open my mouth, thinking he’s going to feed it to me. He puts just the tip of the strawberry against my lips. I try to suck a little of the chocolate off, but just as I do, he pulls the strawberry back out. He keeps sliding the strawberry across my lips and occasionally lets me suck some chocolate off. He’s so teasing me with the strawberry.
I’m pretty sure no high school boy would ever think of this suggestive little game.
I leave my lips sexily parted and make a little girlie 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 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 that, 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 that 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 slowly slide my underwear off, too. I turn around, neatly lay them 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 of the tub, grab his hand, and make him join me.
Then, I engage in 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.
