Melania was sitting on the stool she normally sat on whenever she visited Tanner at his place. It was a Saturday evening and she had been there since that morning. They spent the weekends together there.
On Friday evenings, she made sure she did all of her homework and on Saturdays, she finished helping her mother with the housework as soon as possible so that she could head over here. She looked forward to spending the entire day on Saturday and Sunday with him.
Sometimes, they stayed in and spent hours in the hot tub or watching TV or playing cards or board games, talking about all sorts of things or listen to music. Sometimes they danced and that always ended with them making out on the sofa. Other times, he would take her for a drive, to the park, to the beach or to the movies. They always found something to do. They loved being together. They were never bored. He was fun and exciting to be with. No one at the company knew that they were dating and they wanted to keep it that way.
Still, even though they had been seeing each other for weeks now, they still hadn’t gone all the way. They engaged in some heavy petting but so far they hadn’t made love as yet and she was just dying for them to. She wondered if any of her friends had lost their virginity. Most of them had boyfriends so, it was possible. She didn’t want to have sex because she was curious about it. She wanted to have it with Tanner because she was crazy about him. She wanted him to be her first and her last. Did he think about it? she wondered. Did he think about having sex with her? Did he want to do it as much as she did? If so, what was he waiting for? She was ready. Should she tell him that or wait for him to initiate it when he was ready?
He was standing at the stereo, looking for a CD to play. “What are you in the mood for listening to?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her.
She shrugged. “I’m in the mood for anything, except classical music.”
He smiled. “All right. I know what you might be in the mood for.” Soon the room was filled with romantic Spanish music. He turned so that he was facing her and she saw the way his eyes traveled over her bare legs. “Would you like to dance?”
She slid off the stool and walked over to him, her heart beating fast. He took her in his arms and they began to move to the music. He was such a great dancer. The music was romantic and sexy. “This song is called, ‘Besame Mucho‘. Do you know what that means?”
“No. What does it mean?”
“It means kiss me a lot.”
She drew back her head to look up at him. “I love to kiss you a lot,” she said, meeting his eyes in a steady gaze.
His eyes darkened. “And I love to kiss you a lot too.” He lowered his head and kissed her. They continued to dance as they kissed and then, eventually stopped as the kisses became more passionate. This lasted for a while and then, he broke off the kiss and released her to remove his clothes.
He was breathing harshly. His face was flushed and his body was on fire. In a matter minutes, he was standing there, stark naked, the soft glow of the floor lamp bathing his body. He saw the way her eyes traveled over him and settled on his arousal.
She quickly stripped. His eyes moved slowly over her, taking in her heaving chest, lingering on her breasts and then lower. Swallowing hard, he asked, “Are you nervous?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He stood there, looking at her. This was their first time so he wanted it to be a good experience for her. His body was on fire but he had to take his time. He reached out and pulled her against him. They kissed for a some time and then, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. The room was dark, except for the light from outside coming in through the windows. He set her down on top of the bed.
She lay there, looking up at him, breathing heavily. “Open your legs,” he told her. When she did, he moved between them. He kissed her first before he covered her body with kisses. Her nipples were hard. She moaned when he took first one and then the other in his mouth. He pressed his lips down her stomach and she gasped when he buried his face between her legs, using his tongue to pleasure her until she shuddered violently against him.
Breathing heavily, he positioned himself so that he could enter her. He took his time and she cried out when he was inside her. Slowly, he began to move his hips. After a while, he began to thrust faster and deeper. Moaning, she clung to him and wrapped her legs around him.
The ringing of the phone was an unwelcome intrusion and Tanner was inclined not to answer it at first. Too bad this extension didn’t have caller display. After the fourth ring, he grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”
“Hello, Tanner.” It was Melania.
“Hello, Lana. I was just thinking about the first time we made love.”
There was silence and then, she admitted quietly, “I was thinking about it too.”
“Are you going straight home after you leave your office?”
“I was planning to, why?”
“Can we meet around 5:30 outside of my office building? I need to talk to you.”
“All right. I’ll meet you then. Lana–“
“I’ll see you later. Goodbye, Tanner.” And she hung up.
Slowly, he replaced the receiver and sat there on the bed wondering what she needed to talk to him about. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was a twenty minutes to eight. He got up immediately and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and to shower. Twenty minutes later, he was on his way to the subway.