SEVENTEEN
Trevor
I wantedto go right over to Harper’s apartment as soon as I was off work, but since we were going to hang out and have dinner, I also didn’t want to go over before I took a shower.
So, as soon as I was off for the day, I shot her a text message and let her know I was going to head home and shower before coming over.
As soon as she confirmed, I put my phone in my pocket and headed for my car. I was nervous, and I didn’t know why. This was Harper. We were already connected to each other better than I’d felt with anyone else in a long time. There was really no reason to be nervous.
But, this was the first time I’d be going over to her place just to simply hang out. Dinner, drinks, a movie, maybe. It was the most adult thing we could be doing with our time, yet I felt like a giddy high school boy getting ready to go to his first dance.
I hurried home and through getting ready, then I headed right back out to the car.
Harper only lived a few minutes away from me, but with the traffic, it took me closer to twenty minutes to get to her place. Of course, being rush hour, things did take longer to navigate, but still. It was difficult for me to be patient with the other drivers on the road when all I could think about was the fact that I wanted to hold her in my arms.
I made it to her place, and this time she let me in beyond the porch. I made a show of looking around, as though this was the first time I had ever seen the inside of a house before.
“Gee. And you mean you make food here and sleep here too? Gosh,” I said.
“Oh, stop. You knew I was going to let you in eventually,” she replied with a flirty giggle. “I just take my time, you know?”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I told her. “Rushing takes the fun out of things anyway.”
“I agree,” she said. “Which is why I started dinner like an hour ago, and you only have about twenty minutes to wait before it’s ready.”
“It smells heavenly in here,” I told her.
“Lasagna,” she told me. “It’s my specialty.”
“And it just so happens to be one of my favorites,” I told her. I walked up behind her while she was stirring some vegetables on the stove and wrapped my arms around her waist. I breathed into the back of her head, drinking in the rich scent of her shampoo.
“Then you are in luck,” she told me as she looked back over her shoulder.
I took the opportunity to kiss her, and without missing a beat, she leaned forward to kiss me in return. Our lips met, but I didn’t let myself lose control. I could easily have lifted her onto the counter there and had my way with her. It wouldn’t have taken more than her turning me on and showing me she wanted it.
But, she was making dinner, and so far she had been giving me signals that she knew what she wanted when it came to the bedroom. I wasn’t going to push her for anything beyond what she was freely offering, and I felt she was responding to that in our relationship.
Never before had things felt so natural with anyone. I didn’t feel like I had to constantly check in with her and see how she was feeling. It was so clear to me how she felt and what she was thinking, everything was so easy.
She pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, then I sat at the table and talked to her while she finished cooking the food. As usual, the conversation was so easy, time flew by, and before I knew it, we’d already eaten dinner and were making our way out to the living room to sit down for a movie.
“You should let me help you with the dishes,” I suggested, but she just brushed it off with her hand.
“I’ll take care of the dishes later. Right now, I just want to hang out with you. I grabbed that new comedy that came out last week. Have you seen it yet?” she asked as she picked up the Redbox DVD she had on the coffee table.
“No, but I wanted to!” I said.
She put the movie on the tv, then she sat on the couch next to me. Of course, like two teenagers, we didn’t even make it through the previews before we were making out on the couch.
Right away, I could sense that she was a lot more turned on than she had been, and the way she was moving over the top of me as we kissed was making me ask some questions. This was kinky, and it was getting more heated by the second.
If we kept going like this, it wasn’t going to take long before the clothes started coming off. At least, that’s how it would normally go. I knew Harper was different from most of the women I’d gone out with in that she hadn’t wanted to have sex on the first date, but that left me wondering just where we were in our relationship.
Finally, I pulled back from her, and she looked at me like I’d just told her I didn’t want to see her again.
“Okay, you’re going to have to tell me what’s going on,” I said. I pulled back on the couch a bit. Not much, just enough to break off the kissing so we could talk for a moment.
“What do you mean?” she asked. She had a concerned look on her face, and I talked fast to make sure she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong.