Black

"I think I'm going to go with the black one."

"Great choice," Scott said with a smile. "Now, time to jump your bones!"

"Scott!" I protested as he jumped on me, pinning me to the bed. I had just started to slip my dress off and the tackle caused my breasts to spill out the top. He kissed me and I couldn't help but give in.

"OK," he said, pulling away from our kiss. "I'll let you get dressed for your date. What should I wear?"

"Fashion show!" I shouted with joy. Scott rolled his eyes but grabbed a few shirts. One was too loud. Another was too formal. The third had a pattern with different jungle animals which seemed fun but not too much.

"OK," Scott said. "Let's go get dinner."

Dinner was nice but it was far from relaxing. There was an inherent anxiousness in the air as the understanding of what we were going to do loomed over us. My fingers were fidgety, tapping against my wine glass and twirling my salad fork.

Why does this feel so much different?

I kept taking nervous sips of wine and Scott and had to tell me to slow down, otherwise I'd have passed out before all the fun happened. After paying the check, we got up and walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant and headed toward the stairway. Up we went then down the outdoor hall path until we reached room 2112.

We stopped in front of the door. Scott turned to me and smiled then kissed me.

This is it. There's no turning back now.