Entering in Summer Fun

I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. How did I get so skinny? You could see the engraved lines down to lower region and my thighs didn't touch anymore. Damn, I looked good. It was good timing to look this good, since I noticed Dante's charming and striking good looks, I was suddenly feeling insecure. How did a guy like him sudden want to be with me? To want to hang out and find me attractive where our lips find a way to each others. I never felt like this before, to solely 'want' someone. Or did I actually have feelings for him?

Nope. I need to not think of that. That's dangerous territory that he even agreed too. The one time in his car, right after we had kissed, I joked and said "Don't be falling in love now." Even though a little bit of me hoped we would, just a little bit before I left. It would make such a romantic ending to my summer before I escaped Windsor's suffocating memories.

Confidence was the key and boy was I nervous. Could I stand in the ranks of attractive, charming people? I remember thinking about all the drama those 'Pretty People' had to deal with, competition was fierce when you go up against model looking Ex girlfriends, or bright future, well rounded guys who dated those model looking girls. And then, when you think you're top five good looking in the room, you meet someone whose energy and vibrancy lights up, getting every ones attention. How do you win? How do you to stay in top spot when you've only just made it to those ranks?

As I walked back into the spare room, where Dante waited, trying to stay confident, going over everything I knew about sex, moves to throw and things to say. I could feel the strain of NOT showing how nervous I was, creeping up. Dante gave me a sexy smile and took off his shirt. For a brief moment he gave me a questionable look like he was second guessing our plans.

"So...are we..."

"We're going to have sex," I cut in more abruptly than I meant. I smile to redeem myself. "Take off your clothes."

He laughs (Thank God!) and begins excitedly ripping off his jeans. Nice body he got. Muscles, well shaped, tanned, trimmed chest, well taken care of (dah!). He sits and watches as I pull off my top and my shorts fall to my ankle revealing matching undies and bra. I tighten my stomach (silly I know, but who doesn't do that? He's hot, I needed to look like I had SOME abs).

He smiles again and grabs my hips, pulling me to him.

"I have been wanting to have sex with you, since I met you."

And that was all I needed to hear.