New Year's Eve

It was New Year's Eve and I was sitting at the house of a family for whom I babysat. Their oldest son, Jake, is a few years older than I am and is, at this point in my life, the best looking, sexiest, most desirable man I've ever had a crush on. I'd been invited over as a thank you for all the babysitting for Jake's younger brothers and with not much else going on for an eighteen year old girl, I went.

I didn't expect to see six feet of hotness standing in the kitchen laughing with his folks when I walked in. Jake always had a way of making my breath catch and I wanted to just wrap myself around him and breathe him in. He was standing there with his hip against the counter talking to his dad, who was checking on food in a crockpot. He was so delicious. Standing there in a pair of faded jeans and a black, long sleeved shirt and a hat turned backwards. He was the embodiment of casually cool. Thank God his parents didn't know that I lusted over their oldest child or they may never have let me back in that house for fear that their twenty-three year old's innocence would have been obliterated.

I walked in wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top with a sweatshirt over it and I loved this family. I couldn't have loved them all more than if I'd been born into it. Loving and filled with laughter and always had a hug available if you needed one. Jake's dad came up with arms wide open and wrapped me in a big bear hug and handed me a drink. No, this isn't a story where I got drunk and he took advantage of me, I've never been much of a drinker. No, this is a story about me finally getting what I wanted. Jake's attention. And oh yes, I got it.

I took my drink and walked outside to watch snow fall and other guests dance to Tom Petty songs. I stood there sipping the wine quietly, trying to be cool when my nerves started dancing, instantly I knew. I knew he was there behind me. The tree just to the left of his driveway obscured the view from the house but he was leaning against it, waiting on me to acknowledge his presence. When I turned to look at him I didn't feign surprise or play coy, I just asked him what it was he needed. He was always polite and well mannered when he came home early and I was there with his brothers...sometimes, if I was lucky, he'd stay in with us rather than go out and I would get to fantasize about him all night with him right there. If Jake ever knew that I envisioned him naked more than dressed while he sat in the chair in the living room, he never let on, but if he did know, he'd probably think I was insane. Jake answered my question in this slow kind of sexy way, "Thought I'd come check on you." he smiled.
"Yeah?" I replied, "Why?"
"It's cold, hon" he answered.
"Yeah it is freezing, but your dad is going to light fireworks soon and I don't want to miss them."
"If you don't want to miss them, just go into the barn, up in the hay mow and sit there in the window, I'll bring a blanket and hot chocolate. You'll be warm and see fireworks." He replied.

OH MY GOD! Jake and a blanket, frolicking in the hay?! Dreams do come true! My head started to spin but I wasn't ready to lose my cool, so when his head cocked to the right waiting on my answer I smiled and said, "Thanks, that'd be great." I walked as slowly as I could, so it wouldn't look like I was dying to get into that barn. I pushed open the great big door and the sweet smell of hay permeated the air like a sweet perfume. I started my climb upwards into the hay mow to wait for Jake...and let me tell you, I'm scared of heights, but this is just one of those things I was willing to do to be with Jake. I might have risked death at eighteen, who knows?

I got up there and moved eight hay bales over by the window...I used four to make the basis of a couch and propped two up on top of them to use for the back of the couch and the last two were used for support in case the back slid off. When he got up there, he was surprised at how much I'd accomplished and I told him if I were going to be warm and drink hot chocolate while viewing fireworks, I was going to be comfortable too. He just laughed at me and helped finish up. Together we spread a blanket on the hay bales and sat down and then unwrapped and spread the top blanket. His dad gave a yell and we knew we were about to start the excitement and in moments the first fireworks shot through the sky and exploded with pinks and purples and golds. It was so lovely, like a romantic Fourth of July but with snow and hot chocolate.

When his dad took a break to set up more fireworks I laid back against the bales and felt Jake's arm around my waist and I leaned into his shoulder. It was a perfect moment that didn't need to be orchestrated. My first time with a man was unrehearsed and natural and I couldn't have asked for more from him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine and his breath tasted like chocolate as I opened my mouth for his tongue to slide in and caress mine. Jake, Jake, Jake...what you do to me...I sighed into his mouth and reached for his hat and threw it across the floor of the barn and felt myself glide backwards and lay down on those bales. His large hands slid my sweatshirt off and pulled my tank top up and over my breasts. He sat there for a second taking in my half naked body and I reached for his hands, pulling them to my nipples, I moaned and wiggled underneath him and he leaned forward, pulling them into his mouth and watching them grow hard.

The growl low in the back of his throat was what I would come to learn as his signal that he wanted more from me than some heavy petting in his dad's barn. I undid my belt, my button, and my zipper while he pulled my pants off and tossed them to the floor. I laid across those hay bales in a black tank top and pink panties with socks on my feet. Jake stood up and pulled that sweatshirt off and kicked his jeans to the floor. We were equally undone. His boxer briefs hugged his lean form and outlined the proof of his desire. He murmured in my ear, his breath hit my neck, his mouth and hands were everywhere and I couldn't get close enough to him. It was all I could do to let him lead. He'd been cast in the starring role of my fantasies, since I was fifteen and I had waited impatiently for him to realize it was me that he wanted. I pulled my legs around him and he pushed the wispy fabric of my panties to the side and began the descent to madness. I arched into him and he slid deep into me and for a second our eyes met and a shared knowing passed between us. He plunged into me again and again and I just wanted more. I wanted it to never end. With fireworks sparkling the New Year's Eve sky I was giving my virginity to a man that I wanted more than my next breath. He reached down and stroked me while the rhythm of sex was making my world fade to black and then....well, then...stars exploded in my eyes and I came. My muscles contracting and squeezing were more than he could bear and he begin to slide deeply and sweetly over and over and over until his hands reached into my hair and our foreheads touched and he said, "Tell me to come, baby." I reached up and my nails pierced the skin on his shoulders and with everything in me I said, "Jake, come for me baby."