'I want her'

I took Stacy by the hand and gazed into her eyes, remembering all the times i'd wanted this exact thing to happen. "You want to be my girlfriend?" She nodded in a way that seemed like she was afraid I was about to laugh it off. "That's good. I've always wanted a girlfriend, and nobody but you would do." She smiled, then grinned, then grinned bigger with tears in her eyes. I smiled too, happy to see her this way, and also happy that my dream girl was now my girl. She kissed me deeply, and we held each other close.

"So, what do you wanna do for our first date?" I asked.

"I want you to make me a woman," she said.

"Huh?" Not the most poetic thing I ever said, I admit.

"I mean, you're my first boyfriend. And i've, uh....i've never...i-i'm still a virgin...." Each word was quieter than the last, but I heard her clearly. She wanted me to have her virginity. "Did you ever....I mean, with the lady recruits, did you ever....?" The words would not leave those ruby lips, but they didn't have to.

"Am I still a virgin too, you mean?" She nodded. "Well, yes. I...I actually always wanted to be with you the first time. 'Cause I heard guys don't last very long, and I figured you'd be cool about it, but other girls would be...less so."

"Is that the only reason?"

"No." That's all that needed to be said out loud. Our eyes and hands said the rest.

"So....how do we do this," she asked, nervously but ready to start.

"I'm not sure."

"Haven't you ever watched a porno movie?"

"well, yes, but I don't think we should do those kinds of things. Not the first time at least. I meant i'm not sure how to start. I think i'm supposed to undress you or...no, I think I kiss you, then undress you...." Stacy giggled.

"I don't think it's good to overthink it."

"But I want this to be perfect for both of us." She smiled and leaned her head slightly in an 'awww, that's sweet' pose. Then, she sat down on my bed and lifted her legs up onto it. God, she looked so damn good!

"Just do what you think is right. That's what you've always done, and it's always worked out fine. We wouldn't have met if you hadn't." For an instant, I remembered the three eighth graders who were laughing at the geeky little girl who was too timid to stand up for herself. The tears in her eyes. I remembered showing them my fangs, so to speak, and them leaving quickly. That was my first day at sixth grade, and more importantly, the day I met Stacy.

I looked at her now. How she'd become a fine young woman. I smiled and sat next to her.