The First Touch

When my mom told me I could go over to sleep at their place, my heart leaped with excitement, but I didn't want to show it.

So, I kept my voice steady and casually said, "Sure, no problem, I don't have anything important to do."

Inside, though, I was ecstatic. After agreeing, I went to my room, and the butterflies started fluttering like crazy in my stomach.

Thoughts raced through my mind—*Could this be the night? Would I finally make my move?* The possibilities consumed me.

I didn't want to leave anything to chance, so I started downloading the best of the best videos on my phone. No way I was going to risk anything going wrong, so I made sure I had everything prepared.

My heart was racing, and I couldn't stop smiling as a flood of new emotions pulsed through me. Dinner felt like a blur; I ate it as fast as I could, barely noticing the taste, just focused on what lay ahead.

Afterward, I sat on the couch, acting as if I had forgotten everything, pretending to be calm, but inside, I was counting down the minutes.

1It wasn't long before my mom reminded me, "You should head over now." My pulse quickened, and I knew the moment I'd been waiting for was about to begin.

I made my way over to their house, my heart still racing with anticipation. They'd already had dinner, and the TV was on when I arrived. I joined them on the couch, pretending to be relaxed while a movie played in the background.

We chatted about the movie, the actress on screen, and random things, trying to keep it light. But underneath, my mind was spinning with the thought of what might happen next.

After a while, her daughter said goodnight and headed to her room, leaving just the two of us alone in the living room.

My heartbeat was in overdrive, and the feeling inside me was indescribable

a mix of fear, excitement, and something I couldn't quite put into words. I wanted to act cool, but the air between us felt charged.

Trying to ease the tension, I started flirting. "You know," I said, "you're way more beautiful than the actress on screen."

She smiled, and that small encouragement pushed me further.

My confidence grew, and I complimented her again, "Honestly, you're so gorgeous. Your figure… you're just perfect."

Her cheeks flushed with color, and I could see she was blushing. The atmosphere between us shifted, and for a moment, I felt like anything could happen.

Feeling the tension build, I shifted the conversation to the videos she had mentioned the last time. With a nervous smile,

I asked, "So, how do you even know about those videos?" She smiled knowingly, like she was fully aware of everything that was racing through my mind.

My heart was pounding, and fear gripped me

she was my friend's mother, after all. I couldn't shake the thought of how easily things could go wrong, but the pull to keep pushing was stronger than my hesitation.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I told her, "I have some of those videos on my phone… do you want to watch?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she gave me that same teasing smile, her eyes lingering on mine for a moment before she leaned in slightly and said, "Oh, you're really prepared, aren't you?"

My heart skipped a beat. She hadn't said yes, but she hadn't said no either.

The tension between us grew as I hesitated, waiting for her to give me some kind of sign.

I couldn't believe what was happening, but there was no turning back now. I moved closer, sitting next to her on the couch.

My hands shook as I unlocked my phone, feeling her presence beside me. My mind was racing, filled with excitement, fear, and anticipation as I opened the folder containing the videos.

I pressed play, my mind swirling with disbelief. I couldn't even process what was happening

how had I gotten here, sitting next to her, watching this?

My hands were shaky, and the silence between us felt heavy. Should I ask her if the video was okay? Should I change it? After a few minutes, I finally spoke, my voice barely steady.

"Uh… do you want to watch something else?"

I asked, trying to keep it casual, but my nerves were all over the place.

The reality of the moment was sinking in. We were actually watching porn together. I couldn't believe it. Her scent filled the air around me

soft, sweet, almost intoxicating. She smelled like heaven, and I couldn't help but notice everything about her. Her lips, painted with lipstick, looked so tempting.

From this close, I could see her in a way I never had before. She was wearing a silky nighty that clung perfectly to her body, every curve accentuated under the soft glow of the room.

Her skin looked flawless, smooth and glowing, like she had stepped right out of a dream. I had never been this close to her before, and now, every little detail was magnified.

Her collarbone peeked out from beneath the delicate fabric, and my eyes traced its gentle line. The nighty rested just above her chest, revealing enough to make my heart race but still leaving something to the imagination.

Her legs, long and graceful, were crossed casually, but even in such a simple pose, there was an elegance to her that I couldn't ignore.

Her hair, cascading over her shoulders, looked soft, like I could run my fingers through it and lose myself completely. And her lips…

her lips were painted with a shade of lipstick that made them stand out—full, inviting, the kind of lips that made you forget everything else around you.

She was breathtaking, more beautiful than I had ever imagined, and being this close made it almost impossible to control my thoughts.

I had been holding the phone for what felt like an eternity, my hand starting to ache. I shifted my position, letting my other hand rest on the couch beside her, just above her neck, though I didn't touch her.

The urge to reach out and feel her skin was overwhelming. Her scent, so intoxicating, filled my senses, making it hard to think straight.

My gaze kept drifting to her neck, the way it was exposed so invitingly, and I couldn't resist any longer. The impulse was too strong. Without fully thinking it through,

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

The moment my lips made contact, I was struck by how incredibly soft and warm her skin was. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced

so smooth and delicate, sending a shiver down my spine.

The kiss was light, tentative, but it left me breathless, craving more. The closeness, the scent, and the softness of her skin were overwhelming, and I felt a wave of emotions flood over me.

I didn't know what to do next, but I knew one thing: this was a moment I would never forget.