In Your Arms

Chap. 1: You Can Walk

(Picture of Christopher "Chris" Eaton Above)
*Katie's POV*

           My hands are sweaty and I think I'm going to crap my panties. I am on my first date EVER. I could barely process it when Chris came over to me and my friends when we were dancing last week at Tiny's. He just came up, his hair slicked back and nice clothes, and flirted with me for the rest of the night. My friend Halee thought he was a creep considering he's in his mid to late 30's and I'm just 23 1/2 years old.
       As I sit in my seat in the corner of the restaurant, I cannot help but blush at how Chris is staring at me with a small smile.
"What?" I blush, grinning like an idiot.
"What do you mean 'what'?" Chris chuckles at me.
"Why are you staring at me?" I say.
Those blue eyes of his stare deep into my brown ones. Gosh, he's so cute! His light brown hair slicked back, his kind eyes, his million dollar smile—WOW.
"You look very pretty tonight, Katie." He says warmly, "Wanna get out of here?"
And do what? Maybe go late night mini golfing? Go see a movie or just take a walk and talk? I'm curious to what he has in store. I mean, this is my first date EVER thanks to my WAY overprotective parents.
"Sure." I smile.

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So I have a question. When a guy takes you back to his place after a first date, what does it mean? Because Chris pulled into, what I'm assuming is his, a VERY nice house and walked me inside. It's really nice inside too! Nice furniture and clean—and why am I here? I turn to see Chris smiling at me as he puts his keys down on the counter. He walks over to me and puts his big, firm hands on my hips. I put my hands on his broad shoulders—GOD THEY ARE SO WIDE!
As I stare up into his gorgeous blue eyes—WHOA WHOA WHOA! My entire body freezes as Chris's lips brush against mine. I have NEVER been kissed before. God, what should I do? Should I move my lips? How? Should I shove my tongue down his throat?
Nervous and unsure what to do, I shove my tongue into his mouth. Chris begins to chuckle, his hand flies to my cheek and holds it tenderly. He pulls me tighter against him and—
"OOH!" I gasp as we fall.
We fall down onto a bouncy surface, Chris's lips attack mine hungrily. I don't know what to do! I just try my best to kiss him—WHOA BABY! He just stuck his hot tongue into my mouth and it's weird. SOOO weird. Suddenly, Chris pulls away.
"Baby, aren't you enjoying yourself?" Chris pouts his thick lower lip, tucking a few locks of hair behind my ear. "Huhmmm?"
Chris begins to brush his lips against my cheek and his nose brushes down to my neck. His lips burn against my cold skin and—WHOA THERE BUBBA! He gets between my legs, his hands rubbing my smooth legs.
HOLY CRAPORITO ! Chris brought me here to have sex! God, what if I fart? Or burp? Or crap my pants if he flips me over? As my heart races a mile a minute, my mind races as well. Am I ready? No. NO! NO I AM NOT READY!!
With my cheeks burning from embarrassment, I lightly push on Chris's chest. He digs in deeper, his lips nibbling my skin ever so deliciously. I almost don't want him to stop.
"Stop." I force myself to talk louder, "Stop, please!"
I push Chris off of me. He sits up, cheeks light pink. He stares at me confused, maybe a little ticked off. His eyebrows furrow.
"What THE HELL?" He exclaims to me, "What did I do?"
I look away, curling back into my shell. God, I am so embarrassed! I messed all of this up! I ruined my first date!
"It's not you—I'm just not ready." I say with red cheeks, "I'm really sorry. I've never done this before."
Chris stares at me confused. "What do you mean you've never done THIS before? What haven't you done before?"
"You know." I say shyly, biting my lip. "Dating, kissing, sex..."
"Like ever?" He says confused, a smirk on his face. "Not even a single kiss?"
Annoyed by him finding my embarrassment humorous, I glare at him. "No, I have never dated or even kissed ANY guy before."
"But you're really hot." That does it.
I scrunch up my shoulders, closing my legs as I let my feet dangle over the couch cushions. Quickly I stand and grab my little wallet on he counter. Chris stays in the couch, smirking at me. How rude! How embarrassing!
"Can you drive me home?" I say shyly.
"You can walk."