He leans in and kisses me sweetly on the lips, setting me in flames. “Thanks. I promise we’ll have fun, and I’ll get you home in time, so your parents don’t think that I’ve kidnapped you.”
I smile. Jagger always has the naughtiest yet the most innocent ways to say things.
As we drive to the hotel, I admit that my stomach is doing flip flops. We’ve made out a thousand times, but I’ve never seen him naked or touched him below the belt, and the same for him. We’ve always kept things sort of PG because we made a promise to each other to never cheapen what we have. We both wanted to be ready and to make our first time special. And although we never discussed doing anything like this for junior prom, I think it’s fair to say that both of us were thinking about it. Hell, even Jinny, my best friend, has slept with some boys. I’m the only one left of our crowd.
He takes my hand in his as we check into the hotel. It’s a fancy one, too. “God, Jagger. How much did this cost?”
“A lot. I saved for a while.”
“Can I pay you back some of it at least?” I ask as we walk to the elevator.
“Not a penny, Bowie. No, that wouldn’t be right. This is my gift to you.”
Jagger’s family has money. I know that he doesn’t get things handed to him, but he’s got the smarts to be rich if he wants to. He knows how to save money and how to earn it, and he also knows how to spend wisely. “A gift?”
“Yeah.” He says, as he opens the door with the key card. Inside is breathtaking. There’s a bouquet of red mini roses in a vase on the glass table. And a box of chocolates beside it. “They knew I wasn’t twenty-one, or I would have had them include some wine, too.”
“God, this is...incredible.” I say in awe.
“Pretty cool, huh.” He sets his car keys down on the console table and goes to check out the mini bar. “Hey, look. Mini cookies. You hungry?”
“No.” I’m too busy looking at the room. It’s gorgeous. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“Me neither. I thought I would do something like this for senior prom, but my brother said he’d let me use his credit card, so I grabbed that chance by the balls.” He scoffs.
I snort a laugh. I love his candor. He walks behind me as I look through the sliding glass doors leading to the small terrace that overlooks the marina. It’s so beautiful I could stand here all night. He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my neck. As he draws in a deep breath and releases it, he says. “This was so worth it.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah. The second that I saw you coming out of your house in this dress, I knew I made the right choice.”
“Really?”
“Um hm. I can’t believe that you’re my girlfriend sometimes. I mean, that Boston asshole has such a hard-on for you. I wanted to plow him so bad tonight for looking at you with his googly eyes, but I figure what’s the point? You’re with me and that’s all that matters. He’s just a dipshit with a hard-on for someone that he can’t have and that’s tough shit for him.”
“Exactly.”
He kisses my neck tenderly. “I love you, Bowie.”
It comes out so naturally. Like it’s been on my tongue forever. “I love you, too.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“I believe in crushes at first sight.” I chuckle.
“Well, you may be right there, but no other girl ever made me want to be with them the way that you do.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely. And my brothers are always bragging about getting laid and shit by girls that don’t mean anything to them, but I feel like none of that matters if you’re not with someone you love.”
“I think so, too.” My voice is a whisper as he trails kisses down my neck.
“You tell me to stop I'll stop, okay?” He murmurs against my skin. He knows that I want this as badly as he does. Some would say that all those words moments ago were just lines, but I know better. Jagger has waited for me. We’ve been together for almost two years, and while all his friends were getting laid, we waited. He was happy to. It’s always been just as important to him to make our first time matter as it has to me.
“Uh huh.” I answer numbly, feeling his hands slide up my thighs, bringing my dress with them.
“I’ve got condoms, too, Bowie. So don’t worry about anything.” He whispers in my ear, leaning his hardness against my backside, making me wet instantly. I’ve felt him from over his jeans and I know that he’s big, but I’m dying to feel his skin. To touch his private areas. Carefully, he pulls my dress up over my head and lies it over the chair next to us. I’m in just my bra and panties. He turns me around so he can look at me. “God, I am the luckiest man in the world. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and that includes the shiny nineteen fifty-seven Chevy Bel Air my grandfather used to own.”
