Tuesday 9:30 am (Two days after the sleepover)
Brooke wakes up like normal, her alarm blaring and her nipples hard from last night's dream. She groans in disappointment at the fact that she's woken back up to reality; her virgin reality. But everything will change tonight.
She can hear her parents downstairs getting breakfast and listening to jazz, or something. Brooke's parents made their living from signing small artists, and turning them into big ones. Brooke has almost gotten bored of attending free concerts for her parent's artists. She does honestly love her parents, but recently she welcomes the alone time whenever they travel so she can just be by herself. But tonight, she'll be anything but alone.
Brooke eventually manages to get out of bed and stumble into the bathroom where she proceeds to strip naked. She stands, looking at herself in the mirror for a minute. Her curly brown hair falls delicately over her slim, tan shoulders. She reaches up, taking her breasts in her hands, wishing that for just once they could be as big as Eliza's or Harper's. She glances down and smiles slightly. Her pussy is one of her favorite parts about her body. The larger folds of her labia sit just perfectly, so you can see her clitoris and the inner folds of labia just inside.
She opens the shower door and steps into the warm water. She showers quickly, dries off, then heads downstairs to say goodbye to her parents before they leave for the airport. She watches their taxi drive off and breathes a sigh of relief, hopeful that their flight doesn't get cancelled.
At around 3:00 pm, her phone buzzes.
NEW MESAGE
Kieran: Love, can I bring dinner tonight?
Her heart starts to race just looking at the message; she then quickly opens her phone to reply.
Brooke: Sure! What time will you be here?
Kieran: 6?
Brooke: ok, *I can't wait!*
She deletes the last bit.
Kieran: see u soon.
Brooke races up the wooden staircase and starts to get ready. It doesn't take long, and in twenty minutes her makeup is finished, hair is done, bed is made. She's laying on her bed, still naked, when she realizes...
"Shit!" She says out loud. She doesn't know what to wear. No one tells you what you're supposed to wear when you're going to lose your virginity. She decides to text Kieran again.
Brooke: hey
Kieran: whats up
Brooke: what're u wearing tn
Kieran: idk what do u want me to wear?
Kieran: would you like to have a fancy dinner? Or a movie night? Srsly your choice.
Brooke: fancy dinner? Are you bringing fancy food?
Kieran: i was just going to get Chinese food, but if you would like me to get smth else i can.
Brooke: no no that sounds good. Fancy clothes and chinese food.
Kieran: ok lol
Brooke grins to herself; she's happy he suggested fancy clothes since she just purchased the dress she's going to wear to the upcoming spring formal. She gets it out of her large closet and takes the hanger off. After unzipping the back, she slips into the floor-length elegant black dress. It's made of a smooth material, and it fits perfectly to her curves. A slit runs from the center of her thigh to the floor, revealing her tanned leg.
She goes downstairs to the dining room and lights the candles her parents have reserved for special occasions. Then she turns on the record her parents were listening to this morning and leaves the volume at a background level. She wipes down the table, and is trying to think of what else she missed.
Her heart is beating, and she jumps a little when the doorbell rings just after 6:00. She stands, walks to the door, and takes a deep breath before twisting the knobs and letting the door swing open. Warm Californian air streams in and she knows tonight will be a good one.
Kieran stands in front of her, leaning against the door frame. He has a stupid grin plastered across his face, flowers in one hand, and a "Red Dragon Chinese" bag in the other. He's wearing a white button down with the top two buttons undone, and black dress pants.
He steps inside and offers her the flowers, "Wow. You're stunning."
She blushes and takes the flowers, "You clean up nicely yourself."
She closes the door behind him and lets him follow her to the dining room. He sets down the bag of Chinese food as she's putting his flowers into a vase by the window. Then, he slowly walks up behind her, and gently turns her to face him; his hands planted on her waist.
"I meant it." He says softly.
Her breath catches in her throat at the warmth of his and hands and the closeness of him.
"Meant what?" Brooke asks quietly.
"I can't think of an adjective that can describe how you look to me."
She blushes and her gazes falls to the floor, but his hand comes up to her face and he gently tilts her face up to meet his gaze once more.
"I could call you pretty, or sexy, because both of those things you are, but I would still have failed to convey how I feel. Do you understand?"
She nods, not even daring to breathe as he kisses her deeply. Her eyes close and she melts into the kiss; Brooke's whole body tingles and she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His lips are warm against hers, and the strength of his hands against her waist is obvious.
Kieran gently pulls back from the kiss, "Hungry?" he asks.
"I guess." She rolls her eyes playfully and relectantly lets her arms drop from him.
They sit down across from each other at the elegant wooden table. The food is what you would expect from a bad Chinese restaurant.
They laugh and talk about their families, Kieran talks about what it was like in New York, and Brooke talks about the time she met Taylor Swift.
Eventually they decide they've had enough, then walk into the living room. Kieran takes off his shoes and lays down on the couch on his back. Brooke tentatively lays herself on top of him. Her heart is racing and her breathing quickens slightly.
Kieran puts and arm around her and strokes her hair gently, and soon she calms down and starts to enjoy his touch. His finger slides under the strap of her dress, and he tugs it playfully. She puts her hand on his, but rather than stopping him, she slides the strap down and slips her arm out of it. Kieran helps her up to a sitting position, keeping his lips on her body. He kisses up her jaw and gently kisses her ear; then he's right back to her lips, loving every inch of her skin.
Brooke slips her other shoulder strap off, and the dress falls a little but is held up by her breasts.
"Where's your bedroom?" Kieran asks in-between kisses.
"Upstairs on the left, why?"
Kieran doesn't answer, instead he puts and arm under her legs and an arm under her back, then carries her like a child up the stairs. With her arms wrapped around his neck Brooke giggles and presses her face into his chest. He opens her door and sets her down onto her feet. She instantly starts unbuttoning his shirt while he undoes his belt and kicks his pants off. She tugs at her dress, and it falls to the floor at her feet. The only thing covering her now are her panties; the dress didn't really allow for a bra. Heat rushes to her cheeks but she doesn't look away from his chest.
Brooke looks at his reaction, "Well?" she asks.
He smiles back at her, "You're perfect."
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