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I came over, as I said I would, and rang the doorbell. We had been together for about a month, and still hadn’t had s*x. Sure, we had felt each other up a bit, but our clothes had always stayed on. I wasn’t sure why, but we both felt the need to take it slow with each other. He was no one night stand, and according to him, neither was I. Now there I was, standing on Charlie’s doorstep; knees shaking, throat dry, and hair perfect, save the few curls that had frizzed out from the humid summer air.
The door opened, and there he was. I looked him up and down, taking in every detail I thought I had recognized, but always seemed to be surprised by with every new glance. His chin met me evenly at eye-level. Just perfect for those “made-for-the-movies” kisses I had grown to crave.
His eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald green that I found captivating and sexy as hell under his dark-brown hair that always seemed to look like he had just taken off a hat. A light-brown tan covered his body. That’s what I loved about him being a country boy. Country boys worked with no shirts in the summer, so they tanned evenly. And this country boy had a body that was made from bull-ridin’ and hay-bailin’. Sculpted in all the right places, relaxed in others. Beautiful and solid. He was rock-hard to look at, but like a teddy bear when he hugged me, held me close. Like now, when he wrapped me in his arms and kissed my temple.
Butterflies. He grabbed my hand, pulling me inside, leading me to the living room. I sat down on the couch, and he asked if I wanted a drink. I smiled and accepted, watching him walk into the kitchen and return with a cold can of Wild Cherry Pepsi. We sat and watched a movie, but we never really paid attention to it. We were so engrossed in talking to one another, getting to know more about where we each came from, talking about our pasts. We found out a lot about each other, that we didn’t already know.
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We talked about serious things, first loves, first losses, etc. We talked about random things, like our favorite restaurants, allergies, favorite pets, bullies in school, and even favorite childhood games. His was truth or dare. Mine was hide-and-seek. At this point, an idea hit me, and I smiled at him. When he looked at me with a questioning glance, I chuckled. I think I shocked him when I got up, walked around behind the couch, leaned down and whispered in his ear, my mouth only a breath away… “Tag, baby. You’re it.”
I took off running, heading straight for the back of the house, where I knew the bedrooms were since he had shown me around his place the first time I had been here. As I came into his bedroom, I searched for a place to hide, and wound up closing the closet door behind me just as he came surging into the room. I could see him through the slots of the door, searching high and low for me. I giggled.
Shit… he heard me. I tried to jump behind the coats as the door flew open, and his arm wrapped around my waist. I laughed loudly as he carried me out of the closet and wrestled me to the ground. After a moment of struggle, I finally had him pinned underneath me………
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