Skylar placed the silver key into the fancy tarnished gold key hole, turned it and opened the door. We stepped inside and removed our coats. I bent over and slipped my feet out of my black Ugg boots. Skylar walked down the grand hallway and glanced around.
"Anyone home? Hello!" he called, receiving no response, just a muffled echo.
He turned to me with this grin of his.
"I guess we have the house to ourselves."
"Mmhm," I nodded, stepping closer to him.
We strolled through the first part of the house, to his room and went in, closing the door behind us. Skylar's room was so huge, and I'd seen my share of huge ass bedrooms, including my own. He had three ten foot windows covered with long khaki colored drapes and a four poster bed in a black-brown wood. A red lounge chair sat angled away from the 46" LCD tv that was positioned on the wall perpendicular to his bed.
Skylar switched on the tv as we walked by it to go to his bed. I kind of tiptoed to his bed in order to not disturb the stillness of the house. We both lay down on the burgundy sheeted bed. My heart began to slightly race as he moved in closer and wrapped his muscular, tanned arms around me. He turned his face towards the tv to watch Jackass, which I think was the dumbest show ever created.
I sighed nervously and wrapped my arm around his stomach and my leg around his thigh. He managed to turn away from Steve-O getting pinched by a lobster in the place where the sun didn't shine, and smile at me. I moved my face up to his and kissed him passionately. He kissed me back, this time with tongue. I moved my arms around his neck as he moved on top of me and kissed down my neck. He began to bring his hands up from my hips and slipped them under my shirt. He glided his hands up to my lacy black bra and reached around my back to unclip it. I tried to work through it and unbuttoned his white collared shirt, shamelessly tearing it down his shoulders. The now bare-chested Skylar threw my bra over the side of the bed and brazenly pulled my top over my head. While still making out, we managed to get the bottoms off of each other. Skylar pulled away. I gasped a little from the abruptness.
"Are you sure?" Skylar asked, puffy lipped, looking at me intently.
Although I wasn't a virgin, I had never had sex with Skylar before. We've done other stuff but sex? Never.
"Yeah," I replied out of breath. Skylar took it as the okay to go on and grabbed a condom from out of his nightstand.
__________Twenty minutes later, there we lay, completely naked, legs still entwined, under the sheets. Words can't explain how I felt during that. It was this weird - feeling. I can't comprehend what it was; love, awkwardness, compassion ... it all just seemed to jumble itself together. Maybe that's how it was supposed to feel, and I'm just not used to having sex with strings attached. After all, until Skylar, I was never a girl for commitment - or morals.
Skylar wrapped his arms around my middle and lightly kissed my neck. I could feel his toned abs flexing against my stomach. I smiled and took a deep breath.
"I love you, Trista," Skylar murmured in his deep raspy voice, and kissed my forehead.
I paused with hesitation.
"I love you too."
I did love him ... didn't I?
