April 19, 2014
Spring
Nikka beamed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She just woke up and her hair was all over the place but she didn't care, for tonight will surely be a special night for her. Tonight is her prom night and she had asked Marcus to be her date two months ago. As expected, he said yes.
"Anything for my beautiful girl," he had said and she smiled at him.
He touched her cheek with his finger and pat it.
"How can anyone resist that sweet smile," he added.
That simple gesture made her heart leaped, and she couldn't wait for the day to come.
She surely prepared herself for this day. She personally picked her dress, a red silky spaghetti strap that trails on the floor, had a long slit on her right leg and hugged her body.
Marcus had not seen her gown yet and she was sure it will take his breath away. She smiled as she imagined herself, coming out of her room with the dress and seeing Marcus' reaction.
She still remembered his face when she wore that pink dress on her birthday. His eyes lingering over her and her "fake" breasts. She knew now what her secret weapon was to finally get Marcus' attention.
So she bought another set of red strapless push up bra and red undies in Victoria's secret while her mom was busy shopping at another store. Her red cheeks flushed as she imagined Marcus taking them off slowly while kissing her softly on her small red lips.
This is not the first time she imagined him doing that. She often wondered and daydreamed how it would be for him to touch her intimately. How those kissable lips would feel on hers, and softly whispering, "I love you" in her ear.
She wiggled to get her mind off of it and jumped in the shower to cool off as her body started to heat up from her thoughts.
After she had showered, she heard her cellphone ring. She got out of the bathroom and picked it up immediately.
"Nikka!" shouted Vera on the other line. "Guess who asked me to be his date?"
She rolled her eyes and uninterestedly answered, "Who?"
"Fred Andrews!" she excitedly replied.
"The football jock?"
"Yes. The popular and handsome Fred Andrews."
She rolled her eyes again. Vera had a different taste with men. She liked sporty guys, and popular while she only had her eyes on Marcus. She never found anyone like Marcus in school. Not that some of his guy classmates were not attractive, which they were in their own way, but she had set her heart on only one.
For her, Marcus was the most handsome guy in the whole universe and she did not need anyone else.
"Tonight is the night, Nikka," Vera said, excitedly. "I can finally hook up with him. Gosh! I feel so hot all of a sudden."
Vera thought that going out all the way with guys like Fred Andrews was all worth it. Although at times she always ended up crying in the end.
"How 'bout you?" she asked. "Aren't you going to give it up to Marcus yet?"
"Well... I... I don't think of that yet," she replied and suddenly had a picture of her and Marcus in bed on her mind. She tried to refocus on their conversation. "Also, we're not even together yet."
"Does it even matter? The most important thing is, if you think he is the one, then do it. Do it tonight because you'll never know if you get the chance again. You see, I have read that most "first time" happens on prom night. I even remembered my mom telling me she lost hers at prom to some guy named Ted Sanderson."
"I wanted to save myself for marriage, and to someone really special."
"Oh my god, Nikka! You're in the 21st century. Nobody saves themselves for marriage anymore. Relationships don't last that long. That's why there is divorce."
"Yeah. But I still believe in marriage," she stated, trying to end their conversation. As much as she liked Vera, this conversation is getting nowhere as they both have different views.
Suddenly, she heard a knock from the door. It was her mom that spoke.
"Honey, Marcus is here," her mom called.
She smiled, relieved that she has an excuse to hang up. "Sorry, Vera, but I got to go."
"Okay. Just don't forget our salon appointment at three o' clock."
"Sure. Bye," and she hung up the phone.
"Should I let him in?" Martha asked.
"Ye-" and then she remembered she doesn't have anything on. "Tell him to wait a bit."
"Okay," and heard her walk away.
She grabbed her undies, a pair of shorts and white t-shirt, and put them on. While brushing her wet hair, a knock came in from the door. A bouquet of red roses stood before her covering someone's face. Soon enough, a face was revealed.
It was Marcus.
"What's this?" she asked as she took the bouquet from his hand.
"I'm your date, remember? This is one of my duties," he replied. She smiled, her eyes full of admiration.
"Thank you," she said as her cheeks flushed. Aside from her family, Marcus was the only one who gave her flowers. The one he gave two months ago was pressed on a book somewhere in her room.
'Another collection,' she thought as she smelled the roses, closing her eyes.
"Come in," she invited him, as she turned her back and placed the bouquet on her study desk.
Marcus took off his blue hoodie and hooked it behind the door. As he closed the door behind him, his eyes followed her flawless legs walking towards the bed. He caught himself swallowing as his throat suddenly felt dry.
His eyes started to dart away when all of a sudden, she turned, and her "mountain peaks" pointed towards him under her white shirt. It was enough for his eyes to feast in as he tried to control himself.
'Sht! Oh god, why?' he thought as a rush of heat suddenly awakened his senses.
Desire creeped in and he shoved his hands inside his pockets to restrain himself. He could feel a sudden urgent feeling to go to her and massaged those little peaks under his palms.
'What is happening to me?' he asked himself silently. 'This is Nikka for goodness sake!'
It's been two months and the feeling grew stronger every time. His mind couldn't stop thinking about her and admired her beauty especially after she turned eighteen. A woman in his eyes, he suddenly had that urge to touch her intimately... making him curse himself every time that thought popped in his head. He had considered her as his little sister and yet now, standing in front of her with a transparent shirt, was enough for himself to forget about it.
She had become a womam. A woman that he can have for himself forever...
'Stop, idiot! Stop it. This is Nikka and not some other woman you can play with,' he scolded himself.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Nikka asked suddenly, stopping him from his thoughts. "Is there a problem? You're kind of glued there."
He hesitated, trying not to say something to embarass her but he still spilled it out, "You're not wearing a bra."
Her eyes grew wide like saucers and quickly went to her closet to grab a sweater. She immediately put it on, as her cheeks flushed with embarassment.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry. That was akward," she said. She wanted to die that minute, hoping Marcus didn't think it was intentional. "I was dressing up when mom told me you were coming and I forgot to put on a bra since I am used to not putting them on inside the house. I only wear one when you're here.."
Marcus nodded, trying to whisk away the image in his head. He blew out a breath to his face to relax himself. His whole body was so tensed and he pressed his hands together to regain control. Sitting beside her, he fought the urge of touching her skin as swallowed hard.
The closeness between them was enough for him to feel nervous and he cleared his throat to ignore it as he sat beside her on the bed.
"I wanted to see you before tonight," he told her, trying to sound casual as he can, and took a small box out of his pocket. "I wanted you to wear the necklace I gave you with this one."
Nikka's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the box. She took it from his hand and opened it. A pair of dangling three layered heart-shaped earrings with diamonds surrounding it laid inside the box.
"These are beautiful. Thank you," and out of her excitement she hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek. But as she was about to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Their faces, only an inch apart, could feel each other's breathing.
He could smell the fragrance of shampoo in her hair, intoxicating him. Frills of hair covered her face that gave her an alluring look. His sense of control had taken a toll on him, as images of her naked filled his mind. He wanted to take her right then, right now.
"Nikka," he said huskily, staring at her lips.
'Daisies... freshly picked daisies,' his mind observed. 'And her lips..'
He sighed.
"Hmm..." she answered, her cheeks all flushed.
"Did you ever think of... "
"Of?"
"Doing it."
"D-Doing what?"
He smiled. Hearts beating faster as heat covered their faces, his body ached for her.
It satisfied him to see how much impact he had on her, that it was enough for him to try out his next move.
'I shouldn't', he reminded himself. 'Not like this. This is Nikka. She deserves so much more.'
As his mind battled over his heart, suddenly Nikka moistened her lips, sending signals through his brain to act according to his desire.
Everyrhing just did not make sense anymore. All that mattered now was the taste of her lips.
Slowly angling himself, he saw her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted, ready for his lips to take it.