Blitzed(22)

"For my girl's eighteenth birthday?" Troy says, picking me up and swinging me around before setting me down. "You could have said tonight's game was against last year's Super Bowl winners and I would have still figured out a way to win. You deserve it."

"You say the cutest things," I giggle, pulling him in for a kiss. "So what about the rest of my birthday?"

"Your Mom's not going to kill me?" Troy asks, and I shake my head.

"Mom thinks that I'm hanging out with Dani, and she's agreed to cover for us," I say, warmth spreading through my body as I think of our evening's plans. "If anyone asks, Dani and I went camping, and you're just dropping me off since she’s taking care of the cheerleading stuff. I'm not seeing you until tomorrow for the dance, got it?”

Troy nods, and there's a certain tremble in his hands as we let go of each other and walk to his car. We get in and drive for thirty minutes, far out into the woods outside town, to a place that Dani told me about when she saw what I'm planning in my eyes. It's quiet, with absolutely no light from town to pollute the view of the night sky above us. The air is just a little bit chilly, and I'm glad that Troy packed two blankets that he pulls from the trunk of his car. I grab the cooler and help him spread out the blanket on the soft grass, sitting down after we're done. "It's beautiful out here."

"It is," Troy says, and suddenly, I realize he's the one who's nervous. He's sitting kind of hunched up, his arms wrapped around his knees and his back to me. I smile and put a hand on his shoulders, rubbing the big muscles around his neck.

"What's wrong, Troy?"

Troy turns and shakes his head. "I'm just . . . I'm worried, that's all."

I laugh lightly and stroke his arm, the muscles so hard even after the exhaustion of playing a whole game of football. "Think you're too tired for this? I can understand if you are. You kicked ass tonight."

Troy looks at me intensely. "I guess, well, this is the first time I've been . . . oh, you know! Emotionally involved, that's all. Before, it was just fun, a little whatever you want to call it."

"And you are this time," I finish for him. “Why do you think I asked you to bring me out here tonight? I wouldn't have if I wasn't one hundred percent sure that you cared about me."

Troy's hesitation fades away with me in his lap, and he brings his arms around my body, pulling me closer to him. My t-shirt and jersey that I'm wearing rub against his t-shirt, and the pressure sends warm tingles through my breasts, which feel heavy and sensitive inside my bra. I feel a hard bulge rise in his pants between my legs, and liquid fire is added to the sensation.

Our tongues wrap around each other, and I can feel Troy's desire, but he holds himself back, which reassures me. Instead, he kisses me softly, finding the pulse points along my neck and stroking my back.

In the darkness, we keep kissing, Troy in no rush except to bring me pleasure, and I smile, looking down at him. "It's okay, Troy. I know this first time, it's going to hurt some, isn't it?"

"That's what they tell me," Troy replies. "Are you . . . you know?"

"Intact?" I ask, chuckling. "Last time I had a checkup a month ago, yes, I am. I'm not totally ignorant, though. I have touched myself from time to time. Especially after watching the sexy stud I've got as a boyfriend tear things up on Friday nights."

Troy laughs, and we roll until I'm on my back. I spread my legs, feeling the warm dampness soaking into my panties and bloomers that I'm wearing under my skirt, and I want nothing more than to get them off, to feel Troy's skin against mine. "Troy."

"Yes, Whitney?" he asks, and I scoot back, half sitting up. I reach down and untie the little knot I put in Troy's jersey, pulling it and my t-shirt up and over my head, exposing my bra to him.

"Take off your pants," I say, reaching for the closure on my skirt. "I'm ready for the next step."

As patient and tender as Troy's been so far, he gets his jeans and underpants off at something close to warp speed, his shirt following close behind. I get to see him naked for the first time, and it's intimidating. I've seen more muscular men in magazines before, but there aren't too many, and the cock that's jutting from between his legs looks bigger than the porn star ones I'd seen on the video I surreptitiously watched last night in preparation.

I reach out with my hand and run my fingers over his stomach, his six pack trembling as he reasserts his self control, his eyes looking into mine. "It's . . . wait."

I get off the blanket and run over to the car, reaching in for my backpack and rummaging inside before my desire overwhelms my brain, and I find the little foil packet that I was sure Mom was going to find since I put it in the bag. I go back to the blanket and kneel back down, showing Troy the packet. "We're going to be safe.”

Troy takes me in his arms and kisses me, reassuring all my fears, and we stay there, kneeling in front of each other, our lips exploring each other. Troy's hand comes up to slide underneath my bra and I gasp, the sensation of his fingers on the skin of my breast driving me wild. "Troy . . ."

"Shh," he whispers, kissing down. "I promised myself something, Whitney. I'm going to do my best to make sure that you enjoy this. I don't want your first time to be a bad memory."