The First Night

Driving home my phone kept beeping. I felt slightly annoyed by all the notifications. Maybe the prize was not worth the annoyance. I found myself soon desperate to get home and take a shower.

I pulled into my driveway and looked around me carefully before getting out of my car. There were not any new cars or anything suspicious around me but I could not shake my feelings of paranoia. Pulling out my phone once again, I swiped out of all the notifications and called Conner. He answered on the first ring. I chuckled to myself. This big dork has always done that for me. A blush burned across my cheeks as I asked him to come over. We just shared our first kiss and less than two hours later I'm asking him to spend the night. What a saucy woman I am was my thoughts. Great granny would be rolling in her grave right now due to my actions. I smacked my cheeks and ran into the bathroom to put on some red lipstick. it was from my favorite brand. It had crushed flower petals and essential oils and left your lips with a beautiful color, moisturized and a soft scent that begs you to kiss it. The color was called tiger lily and did it's best to imitate the seductive flower.

My phone continued to beep, going wild with notifications. Across my screen flashed players 1-7 eliminated. Wow, that was fast I thought to myself. I wondered what kind of challanges they faced. Player 8 made it to the second round. I looked at the phone with many questions and only the vague answers appeared before me.

I felt stupid for downloading such a vague app with many questions hungry for the money. Maybe it was just a scam. Either way, I still felt paranoid.

Conner would be here soon. Inviting him over was completly normal I told myself. This is what paranoid women do, they invite men over. It's not about sex or kisses or any naughty stuff that would make granny smack me with a cane. This is completly normal. A wave of doubt washed over me.

It was if my brain was telling me yeah right girl you know, you KNOW this has nothing to do with paranoia you dirty, dirty, bad girl.

In my head naughty thoughts flashed with me on Conner's lap grinding slowly as he kissed my lips. "Doop, Doop." My phone beeping once again brought me put of my thoughts. 60 miles. Is the computer going further away? Maybe the numbers really are the order. I shrugged it off and standing in front of the mirror I reached for my mascara. I had bought it today and reading the slogan on it bigger and blacker made me blush as my mind went just like Conner. I shook my head and splashed a little water on my face to calm it down. My hand shook as I applied my mascara.

I opened my closet and looked for any pjs that would be cute. I had nothing attractive so disappointed I pulled out the frilly pjs with a saint bernard on it that great gran got me on her trip to Vegas with her Roaring 20s dance class.

You think great gran would no longer participate in those activities since her 2 hip replacements and the knee replacement three months ago.

My doorbell rang and I swiped on some of great granny's perfume. I smelled like a overly ripe grapefruit. This was not appealing at all.

In a panic, I rushed down the hallway and down the stairs. Best to not keep Conner waiting. My feet pounded on the floorboards as I skid across the floor.

Great Gran's Saint Benard, Saint Peter, looked up at me as I hit the floor with a thud. He stretched and got to his feet lazily and looked at me as if he was judging me.

I stood up and walked to the door Saint Peter on my heels. Grandma was so religious and it felt weird sometimes knowing the dog was watching me and he had that name.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door. Conner was there. His dreads lay across his shoulders and the sweet smell of his hair oil wafted towards me. He was dressed cutely in his batman pj flannel pjs. He has spent nights before with me but this time it was different.

In his hand he had peanut butter cups and a video game. He knew chocolate always cheered me up and when mixed with peanut butter it makes it ten times better.

We hurried into the living room after locking the door. Saint Peter followed behind. Sitting on the sofa, Conner reached out to pet Saint Peter who was staring at him blankly. Saint Peter growled lowly and showed his teeth as if telling me and him Great Granny would not approve of this.

I felt embaressed as Saint Peter went over to the corner next to the t.v. directly in front of us. He glared at us both with distain.

Conner did not seem to be bothered with this. Being a black man in the south of a rural area in the bible belt, he faced far more prejudice then this.

He had driven thirty-five minutes to see me. I knew personally he did like this town I lived in. It was mostly old folks like my great gran raising their grandchildren because their children grew up to be lousy parents and disappointments.

I never knew a dog could make me feel so uncomfortable. Conner sensed this and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Unknowing to me, I sat there stiff as a board and it was his touch that made me soften.

Instead of playing a game, Conner had asked instead to watch a movie. I asked him sheepishly,"Why bring a game if you don't want to play it?"

My heart was beating so fast. My temperature was rising. I needed anything to keep Conner's hands away from my body. He smiled at me and leaned in and whispered," If we play a game, I would have to move my hands."

So much heat rose into my stomache. In unison our phones beeped once again. Conner rolled his eyes and turned off his phone.

I followed his actions and we began to cuddle closer as we began the movie.

I did not want to move. He would occasionally throw me a small glance. Saint Peter continued to stare us down and he loudly flopped to the ground.

Conner and I were finally getting comfortable. The heat from his body going into mine was soothing.

I felt myself drifting away into his arms. Conner laid his head on top of mine and for the moment everything was perfect.

Conner placed his fingers under my chin cupping it gently. He lifted my head and I stared deeply into his brown eyes that seemed to soften and glaze over as he stared at me. He leaned forward and we kissed.

His tongue danced with mine and my head went fuzzy. I placed my hand apon his cheek and deepened the kiss. I felt Conner's hand slip on my left hip and underneathe my shirt.

As he kissed me he slowly inched upward. I was not nervous as I thought I would be. This just felt natural.

Saint Peter let out a low noise and I could hear his nails as he stood up on the wooden floors.

Too distracted, I deepened the kiss ignoring Saint Peter slowly walking towards us. Saint Peter jumped up onto the couch crushing Conner and wiggling his fluffy body between us. Conner did not even make it to my breasts. A wave of disappointment rushed over me. Cock blocked by a dog, how often does that happen?

I let out a sigh as I tried to push Saint Peter from the couch. He was unbudging and unyielding as he stood up to face me.

His butt was faced in front of Conner's face. His wagging tail beat Conner in the head. Soon Conner was trying to help me in the endeavor of removing Conner.

We pushed him off and the persistant dog jumped once again back between us.

The sigh of frustration that crept from my mouth was loud. Conner could see it written on my face and we were thinking of the same thing.

Saint Peter laid his head on my lap. He licked his paws and relaxed covering both of our laps.

He attempted to be cute as he wagged his tail and made a soft whining noise begging to be pet.

Great Gran has him spoiled. When she comes back I know for certain she will not let Conner alone with me in a room anymore since our relationship is now official, I think.

He hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet but I assume this is how this works. I have no experience in these things. I reached over to take Conner's hand.

I could feel my lap feeling hot and crushed under the weight of an 220lb mass of fur.

Once again I sighed wishing Conner was touching me again.

I leaned over trying to lay my head on him. I could barely reach his shoulder. I began to relax again and instead of watching the movie my mind was deep in thought.

The movie only served as background noise at this point. I yawned. I felt a light kiss on the top of my head. Conner stretched and stood up forcing Saint Peter back to the floor.

Conner flashed me a peace sign as he headed to the restroom.

The light illuminated down the hallway. I realized he did not shut the door. Maybe I could catch a peak. Would that be wrong? I asked myself. Surely, it's ok to be curious.

Tiptoeing down the hallway to not be heard, I came closer to the door until I was beside it.

I leaned forward to peer inside the crack that was left. From it, I could see the toilet and only needed a little more push on the door to see what I was curious about.

My heart was racing. Do they really look like eggplants? I would assume so since everyone uses a eggplant emoji for it? Also how would it fit in my hole?

My long fingers rested on the door and I fought with myself wondering whether to go with my stupid plan or not.

So deep in my thoughts, I did not notice him sneaking up on me until it was too late.