Over the next week I kept my phone with me at all times. I jumped whenever it rang, and would be anxious whenever I looked at the caller ID. Usually it's just Clapton calling to bug me. I keep threatening to break up with him.
"What are you gonna do?" Whitney asked licking her ice cream cone. I shrugged churning my milkshake with my straw.
"Wait, I guess, it's all that I can do," I said. I looked at her.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have ice cream all over my face?" I shook my head.
"I was thinking that if I make it into Julliard, that maybe we could get an apartment in New York together," I said. She choked on her ice cream. "Is that a no?"
"Uh, that was are you shitting me right now, Hillary, because if you're fucking around I'll kill you, hell yes!" she shouted. I laughed.
"Awesome, we should look for apartments soon," I said. "It's almost August." Just then my phone began to ring.
"Oo, is it the instructor?" Whitney asked. I shrugged. As I dug around in my purse.
"Probably not, just Clapton wondering where I am," I said. I answered without looking at the screen. "Hey, what's up?"
"Um, hello," a male with a british accent said. I stiffened. "I'm looking for Hillary Gale. Could I speak with her please?"
"Uh, this is she," I said my throat dry.
"Excellent, this is Elias Barnett from Julliard School of Dance, I'm calling about flying out to your area to give you and a Clapton Michaels a two week long dance course." I was shocked for a moment.
"Uh, yes, that sounds right," I said.
"Alright, then, I'm going to need an address," he said. I gave him my address. "Alrighty then, I'll be seeing you on Monday."
"Ok, see you then," I said and he hung up. I tapped the screen and looked at Whitney.
"What?" she asked through a mouthful of ice cream.
"He sounds hot," I said.
"Clapton?" Whitney said. "You hitting that yet?"
"God, you're so immature!" I said nudging her.
"So, you're not then?"
"No. And it was the dancing guy."
"Guy?" she said munching on her cone. I nodded.
"His name is Elias," I said. "He'll be here on Monday."
"Ok, so you're going to do it with Elias and not my charming cousin?" Whitney asked. I gave her a disgusted look and started the car. Yeah, we were eating ice cream in my car.
"No, I'd rather do it with Clapton," I said. I pulled out into the road.
"Are you guys planning anything?" she asked popping the last of the cone into her mouth.
"I'm not, he might be," I said. the thought made my stomach lurch and fill with man-eating moths. I wanted to, I did, it's just the thought of it made me nervous.
"That's so sweet, he's trying to make it special for you!" she squealed. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I'm ready, he's ready, let's get this ball rolling right?" I said. "We tried it like a week ago, but we stopped."
"How far did you get?" she asked me.
"Ugh, your gross," I said. She stared at me. "Second base, ok?"
"Aww!" Whitney said smiling. "My little girl's all grown up!"
"Shut up," I said coming to a stop in front of her house. She reached into the back seat and grabbed several shopping bags. Yeah, we went shopping. She made me buy lacy underwear for my "special night".
"Ok, I'm outta here kid, text me if anything happens," she said winking at me.
"Get out of here, you freaking psycho!" I shouted and laughed. She grinned and got out of the car. She shut the door and leaned down to talk through the window.
"Serious time," she said. "I love you and I love Clapton. So, if he hurts you in any way tell me and I'll beat the fucking shit out of him."
"Ok," I said smiling.
"Now go have sex!" she said gleefully and ran to her house. I laughed as she stumbled onto her porch and fell dramatically inside of her house. She got up and looked at me then slowly closed the door. She licked her lips slowly, they were the only thing I could see, then the door closed. I rolled my eyes again and drove home.
When I got home I grabbed my bags and headed to the front porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was eerily quiet.
"Clapton?" I called out. "Anna?" No one answered. I dropped my keys on the table and ran upstairs to my room. I put away everything I bought and that's when I found the note.
Meet me at the beach at five. -Clap My hands started trembling. This was happening. I looked at my watch, it was four. I quickly changed into my new lacy panties and bra. I put on white shorts and a long mint spaghetti strap top with a lacy collar and hem. I put a cream boyfriend cardigan on and a pair of flip flops. I fixed my makeup, put a nice beach wave in my hair, and accessorized, then took a deep breath.
Twenty minutes later, I was parked outside the beach. The sun was on the verge of setting, and the scene was perfect. I took out my phone and called Whitney.
"'Sup, Hills?" she said. I walked slowly towards the boardwalk.
"It's happening," I said. "He left me a note telling me to meet him at the beach. And here I am, wearing uncomfortable lace panties and bra, and I can see him. I'm going to die."
"No you're not, just go with it," she said. "I'm not gonna give you any details because then you're not gonna wanna go through with it. Ok, I'm gonna go, now good luck, babe, love you bye!" She talked so quickly I barely understood her. I put my phone into my pocket and slipped off my flip flops and walked towards Clapton. I couldn't see him exactly, but I could see the blanket setup, with candles, and a picnic basket. As I got closer I saw he was sitting on the blanket looking out towards the ocean where the sun was about to set.
"Is there a reason you told me to meet you here, Clap?" I said grinning. Clapton looked up at me.
"Tonight's the night, Wildfire," he said. "Have a seat." I set my flip flops down and sat next to him.
"What's in the basket?" I asked. He smiled and opened it.
"Wine courtesy of my friend who is twenty one, and two wine glasses," he said taking out a bottle and two glasses.
"Very nice."
"I also have macaroni salad."
"Yum, that'll go great with the wine."
"I'm just kidding," he said. "I have grapes, crackers, and cheese. I didn't want to eat too much."
"Nothing for dessert?"
"Oh, yeah," he said snapping his fingers. "I have chocolate covered strawberries."
"Sounds great," I said leaning over to him. He pecked my lips and then grabbed the wine. I picked up the glasses and he poured us a glass. Not too big, not too small. We started eating the cheese, crackers, and grapes. It was adorable, because it sounded so fancy but all it was was Ritz crackers, and sliced sharp cheddar. It was all perfect.
"So, guess who called today?" I said popping a grape into my mouth.
"The dance instructor?" he asked. I nodded. "Who is she?"
"He is Elias Barnett," I said. "He's coming on Monday."
"Elias is a boy?" he asked. "And he's going to teach us to dance?"
"Yes, also he's British," I said.
"Well, we should just break up now to save us the trouble later," he said sarcastically. I laughed and sipped my wine.
"So, how'd you get here?" I asked.
"My friend dropped me off," he said. "I'll drive us home."
"And Anna?" I asked.
"I didn't need to ask her to leave, she's doing something with her friends that will last until noon tomorrow," he said. "We have plenty of time."
"Is it wrong to be scared?" I asked him. He looked at me with a small smile. "Look, I'm shaking." I held up my hand, which was indeed shaking. He took it and kissed my fingers.
"It's normal to be scared," he said. "I was my first time."
"Good to know," I said tipping my glass back. "And I love how Whitney thinks I don't know anything about it, like I'm some innocent puppy. But I know what I'm in for, Anna explained things to me, and I'm pretty shaken."
"As far as I know, it's only kind of painful the first couple of times," he said brushing my cheek with his finger tips. "We don't have to, you know. It's your virginity, you can give it to that special someone anytime you want."
"You are that special someone, Clapton," I said. "I want to do this with you." I looked around. "Just not here, or in the car."
"Sex on the beach sucks," Clapton said. "You get sand...everywhere. I was planning on going home." I leaned over and kissed him.
An hour I found myself pushing Clapton on my bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as I removed my top and and my shorts. A small smile spread on his face as I crawled on top of him. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hand down his chest.
"Ready?" he asked. I took a deep breath.
"Ready."
We made it home in twenty minutes, traffic was light. We walked into the house and it was pitch black, I could barely see his figure in the dark. I flipped on the light and he lead me up the stairs, whispering softly to me.
"You look gorgeous tonight," he whispered. "I love you so much." My heart pounded, my palms got sweaty, but I stood my ground for him and myself. We turned on the fairy lights around my bed, along with a few other dim lights to keep the romantic atmosphere. We stood in the middle of my room, soft gentle music coming from the speaker on my nightstand. We were just holding each other dancing slowly.
"I'm going to start undressing you," he murmured in my ear. He slid my cardigan off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His fingertips brushed down my bare arms to my hips. I lifted my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head. I wore a lacy white pushup bra. He bit his lip, leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him back, slowly and lovingly. I felt his hands unbutton my shorts and slide them down until they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, looking me over. I could see him becoming aroused, in his eyes and in his pants.
"Let's just make out in our underwear awhile," I said. He nodded and took his clothes off and climbed onto the bed, then on top of me. We began kissing and we kissed for a while, his hands wandering over my figure like he'd never felt it before. I didn't stop him when he took off my bra, or when he took off my panties. I didn't stop him when he began kissing my breasts. And I didn't stop him when his hand made it's way between my legs. I let out soft moans as he rubbed my clit and slipped a finger into me. I felt pressure and knew I was going to orgasm soon. I gripped onto him and gasped, my back arching as I came. He smirked and kissed me. He pulled his hand out of me and stood up.
He took off his boxers, his back to me as he put a condom on. Then he climbed into bed and on top of me, between my legs. I felt his cock pressed up against me. He kissed my neck softly.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered before pushing in. I bit my lip, it didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good. Just sort of uncomfortable. He looked down at me as I adjusted to him being inside me. I nodded and he began to thrust slowly and gently. He groaned softly into my ear which turned me on. I breathed heavily and held him tightly, it slowly began feeling better. His hand reached down and rubbed my clit, which felt incredible. I told him he could go faster and he began moving faster, my moans getting a little louder.
We didn't last much longer, he came and then went down on me making sure I came too. I was exhausted so he pulled the blankets over both of us. We kissed for a little while.
"I love you, Hilly," he said softly, rubbing my arm. I looked up at him.
"I love you too," I murmured and buried my face into his chest. I fell asleep soon after, so glad that I chose to be intimate with the right person.
A/N:
HOLY SHIT! I wrote a sex scene. It's not exactly dirty, just a sweet and intimate moment for Hilly and Clapton. I hope you liked it, they'll be a bit crazier next time.
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