The Last Night

Filing into the large room I am greeted by familiar and smiling faces. Hands shoot forth to shake mine while others wrap around me to pull me to them in a warm embrace. Uncomfortably, I return each handshake or hug with one of my own. I don’t want to be here. But you would want me here, wouldn’t you? We would both be here if you could have managed to come.

Questioning gazes fall on my person. I know their thoughts, many too afraid to ask. They all want to know where you are. “Where is Stephaney?” they all want to ask. I can feel it.

Should I tell them? They can't know about us...how much in love we were. No one can. It was our moment. Many of them think they know about us. We were the talk of our high school, after all. Everyone wanted to know if we were “doing it” or if we had “gone all the way”. They couldn’t understand our love, though. They could never understand that we were saving ourselves – our moment - for that special day, not wanting our first time to be in a car or a seedy motel room. We wanted it to be special.

I wonder if they still wonder if we ever “went all the way”. Do they still wonder about our first time? Could they understand why we waited until after graduation, for a time when we could be together without fear of interruption or hurried tackiness? I doubt it. They were all in a hurry to lose their virginity while we were in a hurry to spend our lives and love with each other. Yes, we “did it”. But we waited for the right time and place.

It was a hot summer night when we first made love. I remember shivering despite our sweat - or maybe because of it. I was clumsy, scared. I fumbled with the small buttons on your blouse, snapping one off in my slowed haste. You laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, easing my nerves. I laughed too. A sudden confidence took me by surprise and I ripped your blouse open, scattering buttons to "tick, tick, tick" on the hardwood floor. You pulled me against you, embracing me and filling my mouth with words of your love.

I was hard, my cock waiting for the inevitable. Still, I was scared, shivering against your warm and goose bump covered body. I knew you were scared too. How could you not be scared? But we were in love and we were together. That was all that mattered.

I undressed slowly as I could, my still buttoned shirt cuffs getting caught on my wrists. You caught my wrist as I flailed about, attempting to free myself from the bedeviled shirt. Slowly, you slid your tiny fingers between the fabric and pulled, sending the offending buttons aloft. We laughed at the "tick, tick, tick" of the buttons as they scattered across the floor. We listened to the last button, as it rolled across the floor, settling, finally, into it’s final rotations before coming to rest.

Finally, we were both naked. I was on top of you, my cock ready and wanting. Your legs spread slightly, allowing me to progress. "I'm sorry", I whispered, still fumbling to gain entrance to your secrets.