The first time {mature content}

Part 6

all was feeling harmonious protected by his secure arms tightened around me, every time i was in his company i always felt safe and at home. he made me smile more than anyone else did, even in our short few weeks of getting to know one other, i knew for a fact he was the one. the sparkle i would see in his eyes when i embarrassed him when i caught him staring at me or when i saw his head thrown back in laughter at a joke i had made even if it wasn't that funny, made me realise that i was totally infatuated with him. he was absolutely perfect and always made me feel like i was the luckiest person alive to have him be mine and mine only. he was truthful and vulnerable with me, he had told me things he hadn't told his friends, he entrusted me with these that i had kept only between us. he was able to playfully insult me without being mean that would make us both laugh. he was so reliable, i felt like he'd always be by my side. he wasn't afraid of apologising when he was in the wrong. he made me want to be a better person and enjoy and experience all the different aspects of life. we never ran out of things to talk about, talking to him was easy and the conversation always flowed naturally. he listened to me with such intent and acted like he was honestly so interested in what i was saying, even if i had been discussing how cats should consider world domination. he knew how to cheer me up when i was upset. whenever i had been stuck, he helped me as much as he could possibly manage to face it by advising me, never thinking of me as a burden when i overloaded him with my problems. he also intrigued me the way he fought back, with my friends when arguing, they never really bothered to actually turn it into a challenge on who could win it. yet with him he never thought for a second that he couldn't take me on, even if i could easily trash him in whatever i had been complaining about. i liked the way he stood his ground, never backing down in order for me to see his point of view. he had such a positive energy always, when he was talking to me, he radiated his happiness onto to me. he was nice to others around him and he was the type of person that with everyone that met him, they'd instantly like him. he managed to gain my trust faster then anyone i had met before. tom also never felt the need to show off, no matter what we had done that day he kept it between us only, he never bragged or boasted, never needed to enhance anyone else's perspective of him or felt the need to gain anyone else's approval. he didn't care what others thought of him, he was just tom and tom was perfect. he'd stay up late to talk to me even when he had to get up early the next day. i even could tell him anything and no matter what, he never judged me wrongly for anything i had done. he understood me when a lot of others wouldn't. i knew i was a total weirdo but i was his weirdo. he cared for me, he always wanted to know if i was alright and his concern always made me feel better instantly. when i thought about him, happy memories always filled my head. he gave me butterflies even though he made me feel calmest when listening to his voice. he made me feel utterly special, he had chosen me and he brought me out of my shell massively, i couldn't be more grateful to him for it. he told me i was beautiful and for the first time i believed it too. he was the nicest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy i had ever met and i was so blessed to have found him the way i did, he had practically came from out of nowhere and made me happier than i had ever felt before with another person. he was my best friend and he made me believe in fate. he made me believe that i could be with that one single person which had been him for the rest of my life and never have doubts on why i had chosen him specifically. it was obvious, he was the one. it also helped hugely the fact that he had a great ass, perfect looking for therapeutic squeezing if you know what i mean. i squealed as he kissed along my jawline and bit my earlobe playfully before nuzzling his head into the space between my shoulder and my ear, his hand grasping my waist and his free arm slung across my left side could have been mistaken for some heavenly state of being. there's no saying how long we stayed there wrapped in each other's embrace, but no amount of time could feel long enough. so when the sun rose in the far east, it's rays desperately searching to shine through to the room between the gaps in curtains and blinds, i was torn to leave. yet my parents waking to find my empty bed wouldn't have been an option i was not comfortable in taking. without disturbing the sleeping tom, i unraveled his arms carefully that had been wound around me. i searched around for my clothes that had been strewn across the bedroom floor. once i gathered them all up apart from a sock that i had misplaced somewhere around the room, i put them on quietly before taking one look behind me and smiling as a peacefully conked out tom lay on the bed, snored extremely loud. i slipped out of the room and headed back to my house. feeling refreshed in the morning dew. birds chirped gleefully and i somehow managed to clamber into my bedroom window again not managing to wake the whole neighbourhood. (again this being a total lie as on my way back i had tripped over bins, they made a large clanging sound and i bolted. i have no doubt in my mind that i didn't wake the whole neighbourhood.) in my bed i threw the covers over me. "shit," i thought when the realisation kicked in, "i stronger word for like tom bootley." ;)