Chapter Forty Five - A first for me...

Asher

“Are you sure you will be OK this weekend, Grandma?” I ask.

“Asher, my boy, I will be fine,” she smiles.

I told her where I was going to stay for the weekend because I wouldn’t lie to her. She was OK with it, as long as I was staying out of trouble. My grandma was great that way. I think she was just happy I was behaving myself these days and spending my time with someone I love and care about.

“Phone me if you need anything, OK? And how about tomorrow the three of us go out for lunch? My treat?” I suggest.

“Asher, don’t you worry about me. You and Farrah enjoy your weekend,” she smiles.

“We will, but tomorrow, the three of us are going for lunch. I will not take no for an answer,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“OK, we will all go for lunch,” she laughs.

I grin widely, hugging her. Then, I grab my bag, reminding my grandma to call me if she needs anything before heading over to Farrah’s. She had texted me to let me know her parents were gone.

I was excited for our weekend together, and not only because we are taking it to the next level, but because it gives us time to ourselves. However, I was nervous about the entire thing. I swear it feels like it will be my first time, even though it was far from it. If I am feeling like this, I can only imagine how Farrah is feeling. I didn’t have the chance to be nervous for my first time because it just happened one night. It didn’t mean anything. It was just sex, and that pattern continued after that, meaningless sex.
Maybe that is why I was feeling it now because, in a way, it is a first time for me. My first time having sex with someone I care about, someone I love deeply. I needed it to be perfect when it happens! I know how much of a big step this is for her. I just don’t want her regretting anything.

I arrived in Farrah’s street, parking away from her house. It was better that way in case one of the neighbours mention to her parents that there was a car in the driveway all weekend. That would not go down well! I am sure her parents would want to kill me. I take my bag from the seat and rush over to hers. She told me just to walk in. I got in as quick as I could, not risking the neighbours seeing me with my bag.

“Farrah, babe, where are you?”

“Kitchen, babe,”

I drop my bag and head for the kitchen. She smiles brightly when she sees me, and I return the same sort of smile. She rushes over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kisses me. I hold her tightly, kissing her back. You would think we haven’t seen each other in days. We saw each other a few hours ago. She moans into the kiss, tugging at my hair.

“Mmm, easy, baby girl,” I groan.

“Sorry, can’t help it,” she giggles.

I part my lips from hers but keep my hold on her.

“Nothing to be sorry about, and we can continue this later,”

“I am sure I can wait,”

Farrah rolls her eyes, trying to be serious but ended up laughing.

“We got the entire weekend, my love. There is no need to rush,” I smile, stroking her face.

“I know we do,” she smiles.

It will happen when it happens. I am sure the right moment will arise.

“I will not lie. I am nervous,”

I wanted to be honest with her in the way we always are.

“You are? Why? You have had sex many times,” she said.

I love how Farrah doesn’t judge me on any of it, on my past. So many people do, and you can tell by the tone in their voice, but that has not ever been Farrah.

“But it was all meaningless, and with you, it won’t be,” I said, “You will be the first girl I have ever gave a damn about and loved,”

I watch her eyes light up, and her smile grows.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” she gushes, kissing me.

“It is the truth, and I love you, Farrah,”

“I love you too, Asher,”

She goes to pull away, but I decided I wasn’t going to let her go just yet and bring her back to me. I allow our lips to meet in a heated kiss, Farrah kissing me back in the same way. She fists my tee in her hand, pressing herself against my body. Fuck! That feels good!

I walk us backwards, her back to the counter. I run my hands up and down her body, eventually, lift her on the counter, and take my place between her legs.

Farrah runs her hands down my back and stopping at my ass, grabbing it. She wraps her legs around my body, getting me as close as she could possibly could. I massage her thighs as we kiss, and this seems to encourage her to kiss me harder. We were soon involved in a heated make-out session right there on the counter.

Farrah removed her lips from mine, our breathing heavy. I think we needed a moment to breathe.

“I think we should go upstairs,” she pants, “Did you bring protection?”

“Are you sure?” I question.

Yes, I ask that a lot, but it is my way of making sure that she is one hundred per cent about it.

“Yes, positivity,” she smiles, “I don’t want to wait any longer,”

“OK, and yes, I brought protection,”

I peck her lips and help her down from the counter. I offer my hand to her, which she took. Her palms were sweating, telling me she was nervous.

“I will take my time and be gentle. I promise,” I said, squeezing her hand.

“I know you will be,” she said, “I am nervous, that is all,”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, but we go at your pace,”
I lift my bag to take upstairs with us since the condoms were in it. The closer we got to the bedroom; I could feel my own palms sweating, and my heart was beating faster than average.

I need to get a grip of myself. I don’t want to mess this up because I was freaking out. It needs to be great for Farrah. This was about her, about us as a couple, connecting in a way we never have.

Here is to hoping I am at my best for Farrah.