Carlos' First Encounter
The business conference had turned out to be far more boring than I had first anticipated. I had been eager to attend, as the previous year's conference had been fun and informative. Yet, I was becoming bored with all of the seminars, and the attempts at networking were leaving me anxious to get away.
I was staying in the Hyatt Regency right on the Riverwalk in San Antonio, and I couldn't have asked for better accommodations. The hotel was nice, the Riverwalk was truly beautiful especially in the evenings. I had spent the last two evenings alone, my colleague abandoning me for some cute blond from Michigan. Well, I really couldn't blame him. And now, I sat in my hotel room, sipping coffee and nibbling on a bagel, not looking forward to the seemingly endless round of seminars ahead of me. I had only one day and evening left in San Antonio, and it looked like a fascinating city.
Walking over to the curtains in my room, I pulled them aside slightly. My room did not have a window that looked outside, but rather my view was that of the hotel lobby and atrium below. However, I could see through the windows in the lobby that the day was dawning bright and beautiful. It was late October, and the weather had been mild and beautiful. Staring out the lobby windows, towards the Riverwalk, I made up my mind. I was going to see San Antonio the business conference be damned!
I quickly jumped into the shower and allowed the water to run down my body. I was 5'5" tall, but my body was slender, with soft, rounded hips, and gently swelling breasts. My reddish blond hair fell down my back to my waist, my eyes were deep blue. Stepping from the shower, I walked to the mirror and began to apply just a hint of makeup. At 27 everyone told me I still looked 21, indeed I was still asked for identification every time I went to a bar or club. Drying my hair so it fell in soft waves around my face and down my back, I turned to the room and began to dress. Grabbing a pair of Levi's 501 jeans, I had to admire the way they hugged my ass, showing it off to perfection. Slipping a soft yellow sweater over my head, I pulled on a pair of sneakers, and grabbed my canvas bag.
Stepping from my room, and going down the elevator, I couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the people in business suits hurrying off to the conference. As I stepped into the hotel lobby, I made my way towards the Riverwalk exit and outside. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, yet there was a touch of coolness to the air. Just perfect for walking. Strolling up the Riverwalk, I took notice of the shops just beginning to open, the bars and clubs still cleaning up from the night before. Finally climbing the steps that took me up to the city level, I found myself on a street with multiple shops.
Turning a corner, I am suddenly struck with an amazing sight. Right there, in the very middle of the town, was the Alamo! Never knowing it was in the middle of the city, I was amazed to find it just sitting there. Interested, I walked towards the building, yellow stone seeming to gleam in the late morning sunshine. It was bigger than I had imagined, and I realized there were other buildings surrounding it. Avoiding the main building at first, I stepped towards the outer buildings, admiring the grounds surrounding the Alamo. As I strolled through the courtyard, I heard a collection of people cooing with delight. Intrigued, I turned towards them, and saw a group of about 20 people standing in a circle. Making my way towards the inside, I instantly saw what had attracted their attention. A tour guide had lured a squirrel with something in his hand, and the squirrel was making its way towards him. Shy at first, then emboldened by the food offered to it, the squirrel made its way to the tour guide stopping to sit on its hind feet. A smile crossed my face as I watched in fascination as the squirrel quickly climbed up the leg of the tour guide, who was luring the animal to climb higher for its reward. Glancing up into his face, I saw the tour guide smiling slightly, but whether at the squirrel or the crowd was simply unknown. As the tour guide handed the squirrel his prize of a peanut, the crowd erupted into applause, and I noticed the tour guide look up and around.
He was tall, very tall. And lanky almost too thin. But his black hair was thick and lustrous, his brown eyes smiling and twinkling. His smile was genuine, with full lips spreading to reveal beautiful white teeth. His skin was the color of cinnamon. Looking at his face, it was hard to figure out how old he was. But his mannerisms had a shyness that spoke of one being very young. He raised his hands to shush the crowd and then spoke, with a voice that was clear and velvety.
"Okay, everyone! Yes, that was a little trick our squirrels do here, but come along and I'll show you the barracks."
As the crowd moved in the direction of the outer buildings, I moved towards the main building. Opening the heavy doors, I stepped into the coolness of the building and was awed by its intensity. I truly didn't know that much about the history of the Alamo, but knew that many men had died here. As I walked around the main building, I noticed the door open and the group that had been outside stepped in, the handsome young tour guide leading the way. Hoping to get a "freebie" I tried to blend in with the crowd, seeing what I could learn.
As the tour guide spoke to the crowd, I noticed the ease he had with people. He was comfortable with his job, he liked people and it showed. He had a loose manner, smiled easily, and even giggled once when some one made a joke. His giggle was infectious.
As he spoke of the history of the Alamo, I found myself watching him more than the points of interest he showed the crowd. He mentioned that there were survivors of the Alamo, and I was brought back to attention.
"But, I thought everyone perished in the Alamo," I found myself blurting out before I could catch my words.
His quick brown eyes caught mine, and he smiled.
"That is what a lot of people think, but the truth is, there were some survivors. Not many, but some."
"Well, I was told all had died. Every last one."
Instead of irritation, I noticed a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, if you have the time, there are a good many books written on the Alamo that I can recommend to you, if you would like."
Blushing furiously, I glanced from one member of the tour to the next, and then back to the tour guide. He was smiling broadly, and I couldn't help but smile back.
"No, I believe you Carlos, is it? It's your job to know after all."
Clapping his hands together, he asked for questions. No one had any, so the tour guide Carlos his badge said guided them to the gift store. In turn, each person handed him a tip and a word of thanks before leaving. Soon it was just he and I in the big open room.
"Do you have a question, miss? Something I can help you with?"
"Yes, I do, Carlos, if you don't mind."
"Not at all, please ask away."
"Okay, Carlos. This is my last day and evening in San Antonio, and so far I've not truly seen this beautiful city of yours. What do you suggest a girl do?"
"Well," he replied, "there are lots of romantic spots that you and your husband or boyfriend could enjoy. I'd be happy to recommend a few to you."
Laughing, I stopped him. "I'm here by myself, Carlos. Just me. Anything for a single girl to do here?"
I noticed his eyes raking over my body and I felt a tingle shoot down my spine.
"Well, we have a lot of clubs, but I'm sure some one like you would get hit on by your fair share of jerks. Where are you from? And where are you staying?"
"I'm from California, here on a business conference that got boring. I'm staying at the Hyatt, over on the Riverwalk."
"Well, there is a lot to do there. There are also some clubs in the city, too."
"Yes, I've seen those, but you know how awkward it can be for a woman to walk into places like those by herself. It would be so much easier if there was some one to go with. Your girlfriend is lucky, Carlos, to have you."
Seeing his cheeks darken, I watch as his eyes lower to the floor. "Well, actually, I don't have a girlfriend or anything."
"What? A good-looking guy like you and no girlfriend? I find that hard to believe! What's wrong with the women here in Texas?"
Glancing up at me, he smiled, and I felt my blood run hot.
"I'm sure I don't know, Miss -?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! Shelly. My name is Shelly. And you can skip the 'miss' part. And I have an idea! What do you do after work, Carlos?"
"Me? Oh sometimes I go out, get something to eat, maybe have a drink, go to a club. Why?"
"Well, I've never done this before, but would you mind showing me a little bit of San Antonio? That is, if you don't have anything else to do?"
I saw him blush again, and wondered at a man who could blush so easily.
"We aren't supposed to take the guests out, Miss. Against policy."
"Oh, yes, I understand. Well, I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your job. So, I guess I'll just be sitting in my room, room 754, at the Hyatt this evening, all alone, around 7pm unless some one might come to visit me."
Smiling up at him, I look to see if he took the hint.
"Did you say 754, Miss?"
"I certainly did. And it's Shelly, please! By the way, can I ask how old you are?"
"I'm 22, Mi- uh, Shelly."
My mouth dropped slightly at the 5 year age difference. Still, if he was willing to show me around, I didn't mind.
"Thank you, Carlos," I said loud enough for anyone to hear, then dropped my voice to a whisper. "Hopefully, I will see you later."
Before he could respond, I headed towards the doors and walked once more into the bright sunshine. Spending the rest of the afternoon browsing through shops, I made my way back to the hotel. Still having time, I took another shower, and took extra care with my make up and hair. Slipping on a white lace thong and matching bra, I searched through the clothes I had brought with me. Selecting a short, tight denim skirt, I pulled it over my hips and zipped up the back. The skirt was a stretchy material, and hugged my hips and ass in a fetching manner. I picked out a soft, thin sweater and slipped it over my head. The neckline was very low cut, revealing a good amount of cleavage, and the material clung to my breasts and waist. I pulled out a pair of white high-heeled pumps and slipped them on my feet. Spritzing perfume behind each ear and between my breasts, I glanced in the mirror. Nope, I did not look at all like my 27 years. I looked like I was really no older than 20. I smiled. Looking at the clock, I noticed it was almost 7, and I quickly placed a gold chain around my neck, and bracelets on each wrist. The phone in my room rang, and I answered it.
"This is the desk clerk. A Mr. Carlos Ramirez is here to see you."
Struck through by his politeness, I almost didn't respond.
"Ah, Miss Stevens?"
"Yes, yes, I'm still here. Tell Mr. Ramirez I will be right down."
I stood dumbfounded, the phone in my hand, trying to remember the last time I had been out with a true gentleman. My mind drew a blank. Smiling broadly, I snatched up my purse and key, and entered the hallway. Taking the elevator down, I found my heart thudding in my chest, my body almost shivering with anticipation. As the doors opened, I quickly glanced around the lobby. Suddenly he turned and smiled at me. His tall, handsome form walked confidently towards me, and I couldn't help but noticed how striking he looked in the blue suit he wore. His shirt was white and freshly pressed, his tie tasteful, his shoes expensive leather. As he drew closer, I noticed the cufflinks he wore were simple yet very tasteful. He was clean-shaven, his dark hair combed back.
"Hello Shelly. It's good to see you again! You look terrific!"
"Why thank you, Mr. Ramirez! And might I say, you are looking quite handsome yourself!"
As we both laughed, he held out his arm to me, and I linked my arm through his. Walking from the hotel lobby, we entered the Riverwalk. It was alive with people, lights sparkling in the trees, music spewing out of various clubs and bars. The boats along the river glided smoothly along, and the full moon above provided just the right ambiance for a romantic stroll along San Antonio's most famous site.
Stopping inside of a Mexican restaurant, I felt awed by the fact that Carlos was known by almost everyone. Over dinner and drinks, we chatted comfortably, and I began to feel at ease with this handsome man. His quick wit made me smile, and his manners made me feel like a lady.
Leaving the restaurant, Carlos guided me to a small club that somehow I must have missed on my earlier strolls along the Riverwalk. A small table in the back was free, and we sat down and ordered tequila shots. The music had a throbbing beat, and it didn't take long before I found myself being lead onto the dance floor and held tightly against Carlos' body. He moved with grace and purpose, allowing us both to feel the music as it coursed through our bodies. Closing my eyes, I allowed Carlos to lead me, to take my body along with his on the flowing rhythm of music. I felt his leg between my thighs, and instinctively I began to slide my body along it, back arched, feeling his arm behind me, supporting me. I felt his hand slide the length of my back, and shivered as he lingered just above the swell of my ass. As the music continued, I sank lower onto his thigh, my pussy rubbing against the thin lace of my panty, and I knew my wetness had to be felt through the lightweight material of his slacks. I felt him press his hand on the small of my back, pressing me firmly down on his leg, as he encouraged me to continue. I could feel my clit swell, and the slightly rough lacey fabric only served to tease me. The music, and the dance, seemed to last for hours. When the music stopped, I slowly opened my eyes as Carlos raised me to him. He pressed me tight against his body in a hug, and it was undeniable as to his reaction to my body the bulge in his groin was hard and throbbing. His dark eyes spoke of passion, of longing, of lust and I was sure he saw the same in mine.
Suddenly diverting his eyes, he coughed nervously, and pointed towards the table. I followed him back to the table, making sure to sit very close to him. His arm on the back of my chair, I leaned into him, allowing my hand to rest on his thigh. I could feel his breathing increase, and as I looked up into his face, I found it difficult to read. I slowly began to stroke his thigh under the table, my hand just barely grazing his groin. His fingers nervously rubbed my shoulder before I felt his hand cover mine.
"I I don't think that is a good idea, Shelly."
"Oh? And why not? Doesn't it feel good, Carlos?" I smiled up at him.
His smile was quick, if a little nervous.
"Yes, a little too good, if you know what I mean?"
I continued to smile, as I reached for another shot, and drank it down. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, and wondered at this man sitting next to me. Most men would have been all over me by now, yet he sat there almost stoically. I could feel the sexual tension in the air, I knew I had seen the look of desire in his eyes when we finished the dance. But still ..
"Carlos, I think it's time I went back to my hotel. Will you walk me back?"
"Certainly, Shelly, but aren't you having a good time?"
"Oh, yes, I am," I turned to him, running a finger along the smooth skin of his face, "But I hope to have a better time."
Without giving him a chance to answer, I rose up from my seat and looked at him. Placing some money on the table, he put his hand at the small of my back and led me outside. As we walked back to my hotel, I could feel the tension building and the nervousness as well. The walk back was quiet, neither of us really speaking.
As we entered the hotel lobby, Carlos walked me to the bank of elevators, and as the doors opened, I pulled him inside with me. His eyes looked nervous at first then took on a gleam I knew so very well.
"Just thought you wouldn't mind walking me to my room, Carlos."
"Of course not, Shelly." His reply seemed nervous and shy.
I felt his hand on my back, as he rubbed gently, making small circles and causing my skin to tingle. Sighing deeply, I pressed my back against him, and encouraged him to continue. His movements increased, his fingers pressed more firmly against me.
As the doors opened onto the 7th floor, I quickly walked to my room and opened the door.
"Would you like to come in and have a drink with me, Carlos? Please? I can't go to sleep now, and your company would be most welcome."
"Well, yeah, okay. I'd like that."
As we entered the room, I turned on just a couple of lights. I sat on the bed as Carlos rummaged through the refrigerator, and pulled out a couple of small bottles that he poured into glasses. Patting the bed next to me, he sat down and handed me my drink. Sipping it slowly, I watched his reaction as his eyes slowly raked over my body. Leaning back on my elbows, I allowed him a better view, arching my back to allow my breasts to jut forward. Setting my drink down, I sat up and leaned into him, my arm slipping around his waist, my head tilting back. As my eyes closed, I felt his lips on mine, eager, hungry, searching. Returning his kiss, I slipped my tongue between his lips and felt him gently sucking it into the wet warmth of his mouth. His hands held my face, stroking it, moving his fingers through my hair.
Reaching up, I pulled on his jacket, pulling it off his broad shoulders and felt him struggle slightly to get it off. His hands free once more, I felt him caress my arms, moving up to my neck, holding my head for the onslaught of his kisses. Reaching up again, I slowly undid his tie, slipping it from the collar of his shirt, then began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Breaking our kiss, I ran my lips down his face, chin, to his neck, and then to his chest, kissing the skin as I exposed each inch with every button I undid. His hands caressed my arms and back, his breathing heavy. Finally his shirt was open, exposing a chest of smooth skin. Letting my tongue trail along his chest, I teased first one nipple and then the other, hearing him gasp and feeling his fingers in my hair. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders, I allowed my fingers to stroke the flesh as it was uncovered. I noticed him working the cufflinks free, and then wrestling the shirt free from his body.
Kneeling up on the bed, now eye to eye with him, I wrapped my arms about his neck, and pressed my body to him as my lips closed over his. I felt his hands running up the sides of my body, pausing when he reached the sides of my breasts, almost hesitating.
"Oh, yes, Carlos. Touch my breasts, please. They are aching to be touched."
Pressing my lips tighter to his, I felt his fingers trace the outline of my breasts, teasing the nipples into rock hard points. I felt him give himself to me, and suddenly his hands were reaching for the bottom of the sweater I wore, frantically pulling it over my head. Laughing at his eagerness, I broke from our kiss briefly as the material separated us. I felt his hands fumbling at the back of the bra I wore, and I giggled. Pulling away from him, looking deep into his dark eyes, I reached behind me and undid the clasp on the bra, slowly letting it fall from my shoulders and then my breasts. His eyes watched every movement, and when my breasts were exposed to him, I felt his hands on them once more kneading, pressing the flesh with his fingers. He dipped his head, and I felt his lips, soft and full, against my nipples sucking, licking. Running my fingers through his hair, I pressed my body into him. His tongue flicked over my nipples, and then I felt his teeth, lightly grabbing the nipple of one breast firmly.
"Harder, Carlos. Harder!"
I felt him hesitate for just a minute before feeling his teeth clamp down even harder. Crying out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, I gripped his head even harder, my body tensing. As he moved to the other breast, I raked my nails along his back, watching as goosebumps rose on his flesh. As his teeth sank into the other nipple, I gasped with pleasure, moving my body against him with urgency.
Reaching down, sliding my hands over his body, I felt the bulge in his pants and began to stroke his hardness. His lips left my breast as they returned to mine, kissing me eagerly. Reaching for his belt, I quickly undid the leather band, then worked to undo his trousers. I began to push his trousers down, and he stood up, pushing his trousers down and letting them fall to his ankles. His erection stood up from his body thick and fat and throbbing with desire. As he kicked off his shoes and then his trousers, I reached forward and began to stroke his cock with the tips of my fingers. I felt his hands slide along my body, running over my hips, reaching behind me to unzip the skirt I was still wearing. Pushing it down over my hips, I suddenly felt his hands on my ass, squeezing, kneading, pinching.
Bending forward, I licked the length of his erection with my tongue, from base to tip. The pre-cum was already oozing from the tip, and my tongue greedily lapped at it, sucking his sweetness onto my tongue. My hand was on his balls, pulling and squeezing, hearing him gasp. I felt the frenzy in his movements as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my thong, almost ripping it from my body. Pushing me back on the bed, he stripped me of my skirt and panties in one fluid motion. Kneeling between my thighs, I watched as his eyes raked over my pussy, cleanly shaven except for the small "landing strip" that sat above my clit.
Leaning over me, the muscles in his arms standing out clearly, I felt his lips once more on mine. Crushing, almost bruising my lips with his want, his desire, I felt his cock pulsate against my pussy and I knew I had to have this man. Kissing my face to my ear, I felt his tongue tickle the outside before I heard him whisper to me.
"Shelly, you will be the first woman I have ever known."
I glanced at him, almost started by his words, wondering if it were some kind of line. His eyes danced with passion, his lips slack in their desire.
"It's true, Shelly," he whispered. "I was a virgin up until this night. Tonight you will show me what pleasures can be found with a woman!"
Wrapping one arm around his neck, I pulled him to me, our lips meeting. With my other hand, I grabbed his cock, guiding it towards my pussy, wet and slick and ready. He entered me slowly, almost as though he were savoring every moment. When the head of his cock was inside of me, he raised up, looking into my eyes.
"Yes, Carlos. Yes! I want you now!"
With a fierce thrust he entered me completely, a near scream escaping my lips at the feeling of being filled by him. I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth, his breathing becoming faster. Spreading my legs wide to receive him, my nails lightly raked over his skin, feeling his muscles working below the surface. Stopping briefly, raising himself up, he put one arm under each of my legs placing them over his shoulders before once more continuing to pound my pussy with his cock. I felt him go deep, and felt myself held prisoner to his need and desire. My hands clutching at his thighs, I began to move with him, meeting each of his thrusts as best I could. His hips pounded faster, his movements quickening. His face clenched in pleasure suddenly and the veins in his neck stood out. As he grunted and groaned, I felt his seed adding even more slickness to my pussy. His movements slowed, until he stopped and released my legs from his shoulders. Lying on top of me, his lips covering my face, I heard him thanking me and apologizing at the same time.
"Carlos, just what are you apologizing for? What's wrong?"
"I came too quick. You didn't come at all. I'm sorry for that." He gasped between breaths.
"Ah, I understand. But that is easily remedied, you know."
Giggling at his quizzical look, I gently pushed him off of me and onto his back on the king-sized bed. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, I took his semi-rigid cock into my hand and began to stroke him feeling his body tense at the feeling. Bending forward, I licked the head of his cock, moving in circles, tasting the remains of his passion and my own juices. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, and closing my lips around it, I began to suck gently, my tongue still playing over the head. Glancing up, I watched his eyes looking at me as I took his cock even more deeply into my mouth. Smiling at him with my eyes, I began to suck even harder, slowly bringing his cock back to life. I felt his fingers in my hair, pressing me down onto him, seeing how much of his cock would fit into my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt his hands pulling at my arms, pulling me up towards him. Looking at him, I smiled as I made my way up to the top of the bed. His hands glided over my hips and down my inner thighs, separating them. Pulling me closer to him, I straddled his face, slowly lowering myself over his lips. Feeling his tongue probing and licking the inner folds of my pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Could it be that he was truly a virgin? The thought was erased from my mind as I felt his tongue flick over my swollen clit, his fingers spreading my lips wide. His tongue made long licks from my clit to the entrance of my pussy. Moving against him, my hands on the headboard, I let myself give into the feelings he was arousing in me. As his finger entered my pussy, I gasped. Rocking back and forth against his lips, I could feel an orgasm building.
"Carlos, suck my clit suck it hard! Please!"
I felt his lips wrap around my clit, felt the sucking on the tender flesh even as I felt another finger enter my pussy. Moving almost frantically now, I grasped the headboard, my thighs pressing against his head.
"Yes, Carlos, yes! Oh, don't stop!"
I felt him suck at my clit even harder as my orgasm washed over me, causing my body to stiffen slightly before moving against his lips and tongue. Arching my back, shaking and shivering, I felt every nerve come alive within me, reacting to this man's touch. Though over within seconds, it seemed to last minutes, before my body left me spent as the waves on the shore. Lifting up slightly, breathing hard, I felt Carlos pulling on my hips, wanting to pull me down once more. Laughing, I broke free of his grasp, and bent down to kiss him, sharing the taste of my juices on our tongues.
"Carlos, there is some much to enjoy, you know. You can't want to do the same thing and not try anything new!"
For an answer, his lips found mine, our tongues danced together. I reached down his lean body, finding his erection hard, stiff, throbbing. Following the veins with my fingers, I felt him jerk and move, heard him moan beneath me. Slowly parting from our kiss, I look down at him and smiled. I felt his hands moving over my body as though he was trying to memorize it.
Moving away from him, I took his hand and brought him into a kneeling position. At his look, I smiled, and knelt before him, my ass in front of him. Placing my head in a soft pile of pillows, my ass high in the air, I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing the pink glistening skin of my pussy for him to view.
"Fuck me, Carlos. Fuck me hard and fast!"
I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers gripping into the firm flesh, as he placed his swollen member at the entrance to my pussy. Hesitating only briefly, I felt him rub his cock along my slit, before once more placing it at the entrance to my pussy, and with one fluid motion driving it deep within me. Moaning into the pillows, I moved back towards him to fill me even more deeply. He took the cue, and started to drive his hips against me, pounding the tender flesh of my pussy with his cock. As his skin slapped against mine, I relished the feel of him inside of me, his body against mine.
I felt him bend over me, his warm breath between my shoulder blades, his fingers tugging at my swollen nipples. As my moaning increased, he pinched my nipples harder and harder, the burning pain searing my body with pleasure. Sliding my fingers down my body, I began to rub my clit, stiff and swollen with desire and need. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of my body with increased speed, his hips pounding my ass hard. Rubbing my clit and moaning into the pillow beneath me, I felt the familiar stirrings of my orgasm building. Moving frantically against him, his fingers pinching and squeezing my nipples hard, I heard his rasped breathing against my back.
"Cum for me, Shelly," he breathed, "cum hard for me. Show me how much you like this!"
His words sent me over the precipice into the fullness of my orgasm. Shuddering against my fingers, spasming around his cock, screaming into the pillow, I felt my body release its full measure for him. At the same time, he thrust deeply inside of me, his fingers gripping my nipples painfully, his grunts against my back telling me he was filling me with his jism. For what seemed like minutes, we were frozen in time and space, each enraptured in complete and utter pleasure. Each willing and glad to have given and to have received.
My body shook from the weight of him, and I found myself collapsing on the bed breathing deeply against the pillow. Carlos fell on top of me, his lips kissing my back, his hands stroking my body. Finally, rolling over onto his side, I watched as his chest heaved with his breathing, his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. His hand reached out and caressed my body, as his lips moved ever so slightly.
"Thank you, Shelly. Ah, thank you so much!"
Turning onto my side, head on my hand, I traced patterns along his body from his neck down to his groin.
"Well, I guess the only thing to say is, you are welcome! Though it seems as though we've had mutual pleasure here."
"Ah, you don't know what you've done for me, Shelly. But I appreciate it!"
Laughing, I kissed him gently on the cheek, and then snuggled into his side.
"So, just how did some one as good looking and interesting as yourself manage to stay a virgin until they were 22?"
"Well, I'm not really 22, Shelly"
I lifted my head, searching his face, suddenly a bit fearful.
"You're not? Then, um, how old are you? Or do I want to know?"
"I'm actually 20. I hope you don't mind."
7 years! He was 7 years younger than I was! I looked at his body, and then into his eyes, so dark and mysterious. Snuggling up to him once more, I closed my eyes.
"No, I don't mind. Not at all."
Sleep fell upon me like a curtain, and dreams were sweet that night. When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. Sitting up, I glanced at the pillow next to me and noticed the single yellow rose, and piece of paper. Opening the note, I held the rose close.
"Thank you, Shelly for last night. It will always be one of my sweetest memories. This rose symbolizes friendship and the beauty that is Texas. I would be honored if you would keep it, and remember me when you look at it. I shall never forget you. Always, Carlos."
The rose is still pressed between the pages of a favorite book of poems I have, and when I feel the world has lost its romance and innocence, I take it out, look at it, and remember fondly the young man from San Antonio whose name was Carlos.