December 31, 2009 11:32pm
“Chris, can you come here?” I ask, pulling my boyfriend away from his friends and towards the hallway to my bedroom away from the party.
“Sure, baby.” He says, following me. “What’s up?”
I pull him into my room and shut the door behind us, locking it.
“So today’s my eighteenth birthday.” I say.
“I know! For the next...” He checks his watch. “Twenty six minutes.”
“Chris....” I sigh. “I want to start the new year a new person. I’m eighteen now. I’m legally and adult. I don’t want to feel like a child anymore.”
“Brit, what do you want?”
“I want you, Chris. I know I told you before that I wasn’t ready. But I am ready now.”

He looks at me, surprise on his face.

“Are you sure? Brit, this is a big decision.”
“Yes, Chris. I’m sure. I realized I’ve been so worried that I’d regret it. But reality is that with you, I regret nothing. I’ve always said that I want my first to be someone who I’m in love with. I love you, Chris. And we have no idea what’s going to happen in the spring with the draft. We don’t know where we’ll be next year, and I don’t want to regret not doing this with you.”

His shoulders slump, his tell-tale sign that he’s thinking hard.

“As long as you’re sure this is what you want.” He says.
“I am.” I assure him.

He places his hand on my hip and presses his lips to mine. I eagerly return it, pushing his shirt over his head. He peels off my dress, running his hands along my sides as I work on his pants. We’ve done this part before. We’ve been on the edge and I’ve stopped us. But this time I’m ready. He unclasps my bra and I push his pants down, releasing his forming hard-on. My fingers wrap around it and gently stroke him.

He leads me to my bed and lays me down gently, the same way he did before. His fingers drag my panties down, completely exposing me to him. He presses light kisses along the inside of my thighs, causing me to shiver. His finger swipes between my folds and presses in gently. I squirm at the feeling of the intruder, but after a minute it feels okay and I press against him.

He pulls his finger out and gets up from the bed, reaching for his discarded pants. He grabs his wallet and pulls a condom out of it. He rips open the foil and rolls the latex on before climbing back onto the bed.

“Brit, you have to be honest with me here. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I nod. He looks at me, clearly wanting more.
“Yes, Chris. I’m sure.” I say.

He accepts my response and lines himself up, checking one more time to make sure that I really want this. I grab his neck and bring his face to mine, pressing our lips together. He takes the cue and begins to push himself into me.

When they say the first time hurts, they really do mean it. It’s not really like a “discomfort” like some people would have you believe. No, it’s actually painful.

He gets his head in before I whimper and he immediately stops.
“Are you okay?” He asks, worry in his voice.
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.” I respond.
“Tell me when it’s okay to go.”
He presses light kisses down my jawline until I relax a little and it stops hurting.
“Okay.” I say.
“Relax, Brit. Okay?”
I nod and he presses farther in, spreading me. I hold back my whimpers, but a tear escapes the corner of my eye and he quickly catches it with his lips.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He says.
I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of him entering me, slowly and lovingly. He eventually stops and I open my eyes.
“I’m all the way in.” He says. “I’m going to sit here for a minute while you relax and get used to it. You let me know when you want me to move.”
“Okay.” I respond.

We lay there for a little bit, me getting used to him. He continues to kiss along my cheeks and forehead and jaw.

“Chris?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Does it feel good?”
“Sex?”
“No. Well, yeah. I mean. I know it feels good. But... Do I feel good? Right now?” I ask, blushing slightly.
“Brit baby, you feel amazing. You’re so tight it’s driving me insane.” He admits.
I smile, knowing he’s telling the truth.
“Okay.” I say, tugging on his ass.
“Okay?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod.

Slowly he begins pulling himself out. It feels uncomfortable, but doesn’t hurt like it did going in. When he reaches the point where he’s almost completely out, he begins pushing back in, separating me. It hurts a lot less this time. He continues in this slow fashion until I start to moan, feeling how amazing this can be.

His hips begin to rock faster and I grab on to his shoulder.

“Chris.” I breathe. “This feels so good.”
“Good.” He says. “I want it to feel good.”

His hips rock gently, letting the ball of fire in my stomach grow. I continue to grasp at his back and neck, slick with a thin layer of sweat until I feel a full-body spark come over me. I gasp and my entire body clenches.

“Chris, oh god.” I moan.
“Let go, baby. Let it take over.”

My whole body shivers in ecstasy and I clamp down on him. I feel Chris’s body shutter a little and he moans my name, his hips stopping. We’re both breathing heavily and I can feel his heartbeat racing against my hand. He takes a couple deep breaths, pure bliss on his face, before pulling out of me. I watch as he pulls the condom off and ties it, dropping it into my trashcan.

From out in the main room, I hear someone yell that there’s only five minutes left until midnight. Chris hands me my clothes and we both begin to put them on in silence.

“Was it good?” He asks as I quickly fix my hair.
“Yes, Chris. It was so good.” I say. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’d do anything for you.”

He presses a small kiss to my forehead and leads me back out to the rest of our friends, all gathered around the television.

As they all begin to count down the last ten seconds until the new year, I wrap my arms around his stomach.

“I love you.” I say.
“I love you too.” He responds.

Our friends get to one and cheer loudly just as Chris presses his lips to mine.

“Happy New Year.”

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