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After dinner I tried to help clean up the dishes, but
Van refused to let me. He said he would just put them in the
dishwasher anyway.
I followed him to the kitchen and watched him load the
dishes up. I guess I was a bit too close behind him because when he
turned around, we bumped bodies. I turned red because I could feel
my cheeks burning.
Our faces were inches from each other. We stood there
for a second and then Van put his arms around my waist. He pressed
his lips against mine. My first real kiss. There were those
butterflies again, but much more. Skyrockets, and electric shocks
invaded every inch of my body.
I had never felt anything like this before. Suzanne and
I would giggle at HBO movies when actors had sex. We even wondered
what we would do with our noses and if we had to hold our breath
during a kiss. I was glad to know I did not. It all just fell
naturally into place, like it was meant to be.
We kissed for a very long time. Then Van stepped back
and said: “I would suggest we go for a night swim, but I forgot to
tell you to bring your suit.”
“I can wear my bra and panties. Bikinis aren't much
more than underwear anyway. Mine even match.”
Again,
where in hell did that suggestion come from? It just popped out of
my mouth before I could stop it.
“Well I don't want to embarrass you or anything. Are
you sure you are OK with that?”
I was a bit nervous, but I didn't want to come off as a
kid about it. I nodded my head, yes, hoping I looked confident in my
answer.
“Well, OK, I can wear my boxers if it helps you feel
better. That OK with you?”
Again, I nodded, hoping my lack of confidence wasn't
showing.
“I'll kill the lights in the house, except for one dim
one. Also the outside light. That way neighbors can't see us, but
we should be able to see in the water just fine. We can strip our
clothes off on the shore.”
