The hallway was dark as she lead me to her room. Once there, we sat awkwardly on the bed across from each other. As the conversation went on, she shuffled closer, til her fingertips were resting on the back of my hand.
When I looked down at this, she jumped up nervously. She turned the light off and slowly got back on the bed, giggling nervously. I could feel her getting closer, could almost see her outline in the dark. Then her lips pressed against mine. She paused, then kissed me harder. Her arms wrapped around me, and we lay slowly down on the bed.
“Well?”
Her hand traced up and down my back.
“I wasn’t sure I’d work up the nerve,” she finally admits, before pulling me in for another kiss. Her lips opened, cautiously exploring my mouth. I felt her hands roaming, finding the bottom of my shirt, slipping slowly underneath. Her touch felt good against my skin.
She grabbed the shirt and tugged upwards, and I sat up enough for it to come off. Pressing her hands against my chest, she dived back on me, exploring down my body with her mouth. With a little bit of fumbling (despite my offer of help), she unclasped my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Her fingers crept over the fabric, then a door slammed outside.