“How about I come and shower with you?” Steven said while slipping his hand onto my upper thigh.
“Oh, now you want to touch me. Am I worthy or have you lowered your standards?” I teased as I stood up.
“Well, I’ve seen your ass and . . .”
Cocking my head to the side I placed my hands on my hips. “Be careful!”
“. . . it’s a really cute ass.”
A smile crossed my lips as the compliment sank in. The man that helped me do my middle school homework seven years ago thinks I have a cute ass. The hours of practicing writing my name, “Mrs. Summer Moriaty” were rewarded with four simple words, ‘A really cute ass’.
“I’m a mess. I really need a shower.”
“I have to admit it. The way my cum reflects in the moon light on your stomach is turning me on. Come here!”
“Nope. You had your chance.” I said wrinkling my nose. “I’m going to take a shower. Bye!”
Steven lunged at me and pulled me to the ground. His arms wrapped around my back and cradled my neck so I fell softly to the ground. His faces moved close to mind and our lips touched. “You have 15 minutes. I wouldn’t waste any time because I want you nice and clean.”
Steven stood up and lifted me to my feet. One last kiss and he turned toward the ocean. “14 minutes. Get going.”
I grabbed my clothes and took off at a run. I didn’t’ slow outside to rinse off or bother to put my clothes away. I raced up stairs and into the bathroom.
13 minutes. Thirteen minutes was all I had between now and when I’m going to lose my virginity. Thirteen minutes until the man I dreamt about was finally going to be with me. I reached into the shower to test the water but it was still cold.
Looking into the mirror I saw my reflection and muttered “Fuck! Dammit, Oh my God! Really?” My stringy wet hair was caked with sand.
There was sand sticking to my stomach where Steven’s cum had been. My back was covered in sand. I was a mess and I had twelve minutes.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk! Cold! Cold! Cold!” I screamed as I stepped into the still cold water of the shower. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and spun the top off. I flipped the shampoo bottle and poured some into my hand. The bottle crashed to the floor. There was no time for measured amounts; I had twelve minutes. I furiously started scrubbing at my hair but it resisted. There where knots everywhere and they were cemented in place by the sand mixture. I moved on to my body. Rubbing shampoo on my body I beat the sand down inch by inch. It was like rubbing sand paper across my skin. The bottom of the shower was becoming a mixture of brown sand and shampoo suds.
“Oh my God I’m never gonna be ready! Fuck.”
I reached between my legs to wash away any sand that was there but felt a light stubble. “No. Why didn’t I shave this morning?” I ran my hand into my hair to get some shampoo on my fingers and rubbed it in. With razor in hand I quickly shaved. “Dammit. I’m not gonna make it.”
I grabbed a towel and dried off as quickly as I could. With brush in hand I started trying to brush through my hair but it was resisting. There was the sound of plastic bristles popping as I tried to pull the brush through.
“Candles. I have to light some candles.” The candles were already on the nightstands and dressers. Finally something was going my way.
“Matches? Where are the matches?”
I was looking through drawers to find the matches and brushing my hair at the same time. Panic was start welling up deep inside me.
Reaching into my top dresser drawer my hand came into contact with the soft texture of silk. I instantly stopped. I lifted the one piece of lingerie I owned from the drawer. Direct from Victoria’s Secret was a pretty white satin baby doll. I threw it over my head and slipped one arm through. The dampness of my skin caused the material to stick to my skin but I forced my other arm up anyway. The fragile spaghetti strap tried to resist the rude intrusion of my arm but it broke.
I heard the sliding doors slamming shut and locking downstairs.
The tears started to well up in my eyes. The image I had of this moment in my life was fading. The perfect man, perfect place, perfect outfit, candles burning and me waiting to accept my lover into my arms and bed.
I could hear the footsteps on the stairs as Steven was coming to take my virginity. The tears were starting to overflow my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.
Steven opened the door slowly.
I was stilling trying to brush my hair but I could only focus on the broken strap dangling down the front of my baby doll.
Steven flicked the light switch and light filled the room.
It was over. I had rehearsed this night in my mind hundreds of times. I could see the moment in my mind. Passion, desire and most of all love. The image was now gone. He was going to laugh at me. Soon I would become just another trophy. He was probably going to just fuck me and leave.
“Turn the light off!” I barked through sobs.
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