RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

[[Yeah, I think that Brian coming home with little Zoe would be a cute ending. Ending on sex seems a little... odd, I don't know why, haha.]]

[[Yeah same here. Plus I have being watching +44 videos and there is a perfect Squadie in that band, mwhaha, anyways, sex now! Yay!]]

I let out a shaky breath to calm myself down before looking in the mirror and smiling to myself.

"It's all gonna be great," I tell myself, and I actually do believe it this time, when I was walking here I didn't, but now I'm here and we've being kissing on and off for a little bit, I feel like we can really do this now.

I check myself in the mirror one last time (even though I had done it a million times prior) before walking away from the sink and making my way out of the bathroom. I walk across the hall and push open Chris's door and walk in slowly.

"Hey," I say in a soft voice with a smile.

"Yeah, amazingly enough, the sink was still attached to the wall in the same place it was a few days ago," I say with a smile squirting smirk before laughing, "sorry, couldn't resist that one."

I walk back over to where Chris is sat on the bed, but I don't sit down with him. I just stand over him and look at him. He's sitting with his back against the wall, sort of half laying, half sitting. He looks so relaxed, not really nervous at all.

"Want me to put some music on?" I ask completely randomly.

I smile down at him before turning my heel and making my way over to his little micro system which is practically camouflaged by all the CD's he's got.

I sink down to my knees and look over what's on the floor, assuming he does what I do and has all the CD's he listens to the most of the floor and all the others are just there for effect.

"Erm... what we got here?" I say to myself as I look over all the CD covers, noticing all the black, all the skulls, and all the gothic lettering.

Oh God, and I had planned to have music to calm myself down. I move my eyeline up to the rack that looks the dustiest to see if he liked the lighter stuff when he was younger. Well, it looks more... colourful.

"Ooooh!" I say a little louder than I thought I had, before biting into my lip and pulling out the CD I have just spotted.

I pull the CD from it's little dusty home before popping it into the player and pressing play.

"I'm guessing this is Courtney's?" I ask him as the sounds of the signature Tom Delonge voice that just can't be copied by anyone.

"Possibly, or I might have left it here, Courtney's not a huge Blink fan really," I suggest with a shrug, trying to calm myself down and seem as normal as possible by talking to him as much as I can, as while I stay silent, I can dwell, and dwelling is never good.

"So..." I say as I walk back over to the bed, swinging my arms in time with the music.

"Being up to much today?"

OK, I really do suck at this. Why am I so freaking nervous?!

"I've being excited about tonight, really, and nervous. And happy, and nervous."

I laugh as I rub the back of my neck and sit back on the bed with a huff.

"I don't want to be nervous about this. I want to do it, like loads. I've being preparing myself for hell, years, for it. I wasn't nervous, until I woke up this morning," I admit to him.

"Gahhh!" I say as I bury my head into one of Chris's pillows, which is clean, he cleaned his sheets for us, awww.

"Mmm..."

"A little," I laugh before lifting my head from the pillow, no doubt smudging some of my make up in the process as I look back up at him.

"I guess you're right," I say with a furrow brow, "I just don't normally get nervous that often. I mean, the last time I was probably this nervous was... when I started high school away from all my friends."

It's really odd. Because I know I am ready for this. I want to do it so badly. I have spent so many nights these past few weeks just laying in bed, thinking of how it's going to feel and just smiling to myself about how I am actually going to have my first time with someone I actually care about and who cares about me.

"I mean, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before, so, I don't know why I'm so nervous and it's not like I haven't ever touched myself or anything so I know how it feels, and I should just stop over-thinking this, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah we are," I say with a small grin.

It's silent between the two of us for a little while, just smiling and looking at each other. I don't know how to start this! In the movies it's always just spur of the moment, it;s never planned! There needs to be more idiots for dummies.

"So..."

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

I gasp as I feel him nearly swoop in to kiss my lips, I back up a little bit against the wall and let him kiss me.

Thank God he got this thing started. I had no idea how to get it started.

I let out a shaky breath through my nose as I progress the kiss a little more, tongues starting to come into play now as we are so used to kissing it's almost become as nature as breathing.

I move my own hands in accord with his, up his chest and down again, just trailing along the buttons of his shirt so I can get a judgement of them in before I actually go for the gold, so it may be.

The most we have done is probably just a little bit of touching really. We've explored each other topless before and I nearly jerked him off the other day, had his Dad not got home from work, I would have. But apart from that, we haven't really gone this far.

I guess, I'm just nervous that he'll freak out as soon as he sees my pussy, I mean, it's not all shaved and waxed and trimmed like whatever porn you've got out there. I'll all natural, which may or may not be a good thing.

I groan as I feel his hands massaging at my hot, naked skin, his warm, amazing hands squeezing at the gentler parts of me. I can feel the blood almost rushing to my face and my thighs as he does this. This is going well.

I move my hands over his shirt, starting to unbutton it from the top down. I groan a little in frustration as I can't get some of the buttons. I open my eyes and pull away from Chris's lips before moving my hands over the buttons and unbuttoning them with ease.

"Why did you have to wear a button-down?" I ask with a small breathy laugh, pushing the shirt from his shoulders and moving my hands over his hot, soft skin.

I move my head to the side, my eyes slipping shut as Chris's lips brush over my shoulder to distract me from his fumbling hands.

I don't know whether I should help him or not, I don't want to make him feel like that he needs to help me, but he's never taken one off of me before, so, it wouldn't be so bad helping.

As soon as I feel one of the clasps snap, I know he's getting there, even if it might take a while.

"Trust me to wear the most annoying bra today," I say with a smile laugh before resting my forehead on his shoulder and kissing it gently.

Yeah, you wore it because it had great padding.