This is a story about the first time I made love. It isn’t especially long, but it will do. The situation did not occur with my true love, instead, it just happened with a boy I felt infatuated with at the time. We've both moved on, but I think neither of us will ever be able to forget that night.
Everything started one night, when I was a little out-of sorts from my usually happy self. Jeremy and I, we had had another fight. The fight wasn’t our first, or our worst, but it certainly was enough to get me stressed out. At seventeen, if the dog had decided to walk away from me when I wanted to pet him, I would have been equally upset. However, that is irrelevant. This particular fight made me stressed enough to do something I had wanted to do for a long time. I decided to take a bath. Nothing fancy, just me and the hot water. No bubbles, no bath salts, no scented candles. Complete simplicity, and it was the ideal situation for me. I climbed into the bathtub, waiting for the water to grab all of my feelings and take them away. The hot water hugged me as I stepped in, telling me that I had made the right decision in taking this bath. I was ready to relax. My parents were at the ballet, going for their date night, which they had done every Thursday since I could remember. No one was going to bother me right now. I had even gone as far as to leave the dogs to play outside, and close the door so my cats would not be able to bother me. MY ipod was in it’s lime green docking station, with all my newest favorite songs playing loudly. I sunk deeper into the water, with the water at eye level. For a minute, I pretended I was a crocodile, lurking in the water, just waiting for someone to come along. After a few minutes of this though, I leaned my head against the back of the tub, and closed my eyes. And then, for some reason I can’t think of, I opened my eyes for a moment. And standing directly in front of my eyes was the very person I had wanted to see the most. Jeremy. My Jeremy. Here, wearing only his boxers. With me, absolutely naked in front of him. Not a single bubble to hide my shame. There was nary a candle in sight, nothing to dim the view. And no candles to dim the view. Just me. And no words were spoken. Jeremy stood still, with his hair messed up, and slightly out of breath. He stared directly into my eyes, which made me a little uncomfortable, but also made me happy that he wasn’t looking anywhere else. He slowly walked toward the bathtub from the doorway, and climbed in with me, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time, waiting for me to stop him. We had never gone this far before. Not to say we had been angels, but he had never seen me this naked. I blinked, letting him slide in next to me. And then he kissed me. Gently. And I kissed him back. And the rest is history. I won't get into nasty details. And when things were over, I leaned my head on his chest, and slid my hand under his back to pull the drain in order to get rid of the water. And we lay there, my head on his chest, his arms over my shoulders .And still we said nothing. And all of the water drained. And I looked up, and laughed at Jeremy's boxers halfway in the toilet. And he laughed too. And he laughed, and touched my purple socks with his toes. And I giggled, and then sighed. And I listened to the song playing, which was 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry. And I snorted at how unromantic the song was. And Jeremy laughed too, and thenkissed me again. And then he untangled his arms from mine, and climbed out of the bathtub. And I sat up, and he kissed me again, all the while putting on his boxers. And as we broke apart, our lips madethat embarrassing smacking noise, and we both laughed. And Jeremy kissed me on the nose, and then he walked away. And no words hadbeen said. And I leaned back against the bathtub, with my knees against my chest. And I smiled. And then I got up, and dried off, and got dressed. And I smiled the entire time. And I put on pjs, let the dogs back inside, and I went to bed. And my parents came home an hour later. And I was asleep. And Jeremy didn't call the next morning. And we had a fight two days from then. And our relationship was perfect for one more month, imperfect for two, and we broke up exactly three months from that day. And we moved on, and we were still friends. And I graduated, and he graduated, and we went to separate colleges. And we don't talk anymore. But ever so often, I feel like taking a bath. And I know that I am thinking of him, and I know that sometimes he is thinking of me.
merrr stuff is stuff i fixed, red stuff is stuff that autocrit told me to fix but i decided not to.
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