I was 18 and full of excitement and nervous energy. That evening, I had dressed up for a party, wearing a short skirt dress that made me feel both cute and sexy. It was a sunny day, and the warmth of the sun seemed to seep into my skin, making me feel vibrant and alive.
The party was in full swing when I met up with my friend, Alex. He had always been charming and sweet, someone I felt comfortable around. We laughed and danced, enjoying the music and the carefree atmosphere. As the night went on, the party started to wind down, and Alex suggested we head to his place to relax.
I agreed, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. We walked to his house, chatting and laughing about the evening’s events. Once we arrived, he led me to the living room, and we settled on the couch. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, and I felt my heart racing.
“Do you want something to drink?” Alex asked, trying to ease the tension.
“No, I’m good,” I replied, giving him a nervous smile.
He sat down next to me, his knee touching mine. The simple contact sent a shiver down my spine. We started talking about random things, but our conversation soon trailed off as we found ourselves locked in each other’s gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, tentative kiss. I closed my eyes and kissed him…
