Remembering ...

... my first experience in a hotel room.

I was still in high school. I was still a virgin. And I could still admit to that after we left. Although, there were lots of other firsts ...

I was in my final year of high school so I was allowed to sign myself out. Not needing permission from a parent to leave during school hours, I didn't need to forge their signature and make up some excuse about paying a visit to the doctor ... although I'm sure I made some sort of bullshit excuse like that so it didn't seem like I was playing hookie for all the wrong reasons, even though I was.

I walked out of the school, still in my uniform ... a kilt and a button down white shirt ... and saw him waiting for me in his car at the side of the road. I crossed without looking both ways, jumped in the passenger side and leaned toward him for a kiss. We smiled that coy smile that you give when you know that you are walking (or in this case driving) into a naughty situation.

As we drove, our fingers weaved and un-weaved ... intertwined ... sometimes brought up to lips for a kiss ... always touching. I'm sure words were exchanged but I can't remember what was said. I was far too preoccupied with the touching ... and also preoccupied with thinking where else his fingers would explore ... my fingers would explore ...

I can remember what the weather was like. Damp. Not raining, but had the potential to.

We reached our destination and he parked his car. At this point, I became a little shy ... a little nervous. We walked into the hotel ... him a few paces in front of me, while I followed. He walked up to the counter and paid for a room while I waited further behind. I guess we were trying not to be too obvious. But as we walked towards the elevator, key in his hand, I said, "You know, those two guys down there were looking at us weird. They probably think you're my pimp. Look at how I'm dressed! I'm still in my school uniform ..."

He, of course, found that hilarious.

The elevator doors opened, and wouldn't you know it ... we were the only occupants. As soon as the doors closed we immediately fell into eachother and had the most sensuous kiss. His body was pressed into mine ... my body was pressed into the elevator wall.

The doors chimed their arrival at our floor and they opened as he moved away from me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I watched his back as he walked in front of me, searching for our room. I couldn't help but smile to myself ... that perfect mouth ... those perfect hands ... were going to be all mine.