Patient Love

Amy started the water for her bath. She drizzled some lavender bubble bath into the streaming water. She knew she didn't have much time before her boyfriend, Jeremy, would be arriving. She secured her long, brown hair in a ponytail. Once the bathtub was filled, she slipped out of her robe and into the bubble-topped bath.

As she lowered her body into the bath, she felt the bubble cling to her skin. They seemed to embrace her. She had just begun to wash herself when she heard her front door. Jeremy had a key to her apartment. She wasn't expecting him for another half hour.

"Jeremy, is that you?" she called.

She heard footsteps approach the bathroom door.

"Yeah, I got done a few minutes early," he replied through the door.

"Okay, just relax. I'm taking a bath," Amy explained.

"Can I join you?" Jeremy asked as she saw the doorknob turn.

"Jeremy! Stay out!" Amy yelled as she picked up her small can of shaving cream and threw it at the door.

"Now, you are throwing stuff at me?" he asked. "That's it!" he said as he stormed through the door.

"Jeremy!" she yelled as she covered herself.

Jeremy grabbed her robe and ran out of the bathroom with it.

"Jeremy! Bring it back!" Amy yelled.

Jeremy sat on the couch, ignoring Amy's pleas. He clutched her robe and waited.

Amy decided to ignore Jeremy's childish game. She finished washing and dried herself. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to Jeremy.

"Why did you come into the bathroom when I asked you not to?" she asked him.

"Oh, come on, Amy. I was just playing," Jeremy said.

"I know, but it was disrespectful," Amy explained.

Jeremy handed Amy her robe. "I didn't mean to be. I didn't think you would take it so seriously. I'm sorry," Jeremy apologized.

Amy snatched the robe from his hand. "Maybe you should just leave," she said.

"Amy, come on. I apologized. I didn't mean to be disrespectful, honest."

"You, men, just don't care about my feelings," Amy said.

"Don't do that. Don't lump me together with all men like that. I've been patient, more patient than most," Jeremy said.

"I know," Amy said with a sigh.

"Amy," Jeremy said as he rose from the sofa and walked toward her. "Just because your ex-boyfriend hurt you, it doesn't mean that I'm going to. He was a jerk. Forget him. We've been together for almost a year now, and I still feel like I have to be careful how I act and what I say so you won't think that I'm like him. That's not right."

Jeremy brushed stray strands of Amy's long, brown hair out of her face. He leaned down and gently kissed her. "Go get dressed, and I'll take you to dinner," he suggested.

"Okay," she said. She turned away from her loving boyfriend and walked into her bedroom. She selected an outfit from her closet. She chose her pink bra and matching panties from the top drawer of her bureau.

As she slipped into her panties, her finger brushed against her trimmed strip of pubic hair. She was starting to wonder if it was time to allow her boyfriend to be her first lover. She mulled over the things he had said to her.

She loved Jeremy. She knew that she had subconsciously punished him and held some distance between them because of things her ex-boyfriend had done. Her ex-boyfriend had broken her heart. After she and her ex-boyfriend had dated for three months, he started trying to pressure her into having sex. Amy resisted her ex-boyfriend's advances. Eventually, Amy's ex-boyfriend cheated on her then broke up with her.

She was left feeling as if men only liked her for the hope of sex with her. When she didn't give in to sexual temptation, they would leave. Amy was always expecting Jeremy to leave. That's why she had never allowed herself to be totally, emotionally invested in the relationship.

She finished getting dressed in her pink skirt and white blouse. She applied a small amount of makeup including lip gloss. Amy checked herself in the mirror. She smoothed her outfit, running her hands over her figure. She caught herself wishing it was Jeremy's hands on her body.

When she returned to the living room, Jeremy complimented her on her appearance. He escorted her to his car. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner at their favorite restaurant. Jeremy discussed his new promotion. At twenty years old, Jeremy became the company's youngest supervisor. They decided to share a piece of chocolate cake for dessert.

Jeremy fed the first bite to Amy. "You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday," Jeremy reminded her.

Amy smiled. "I want you," she said.

Jeremy dropped the fork which clanged loudly against the plate when it fell. "Really? You sure?"

"Yes," Amy assured him.

"Oh, Amy," he said before kissing her. "I'll get us a hotel room and try to make it really special, you'll see," he said.

"No, I want it to be in our apartment," she said.

"Our apartment?" Jeremy asked.

"Well, you mentioned to me before that you would like to move in with me, and I've been avoiding the subject. I realized that I have been keeping some space between us. I don't want to do that anymore," Amy explained.

Jeremy reached across the table and held Amy's hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze. "I'm speechless. I can't even tell you how happy you just made me," he said with a smile.

Jeremy and Amy left the restaurant and went home, the apartment they were now going to share. As soon as they entered the front door, Jeremy pulled Amy against his body. He pressed a kiss against her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed while holding each other tight. Their passion intensified as their tongues massaged each other's.

"I feel bad though. I didn't even have a chance to get you flowers or anything. I should do something to make this special for you," Jeremy said.

"It already is," she said after she gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Jeremy led her to the bed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Jeremy lit a candle. He knew that Amy enjoyed candlelight. He sat next to her on the bed. As he kissed her, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Jeremy kissed and caressed her newly exposed chest. After kissing his neck, she helped him remove his shirt.

They hugged, with Amy's breasts in her pink bra firmly pressed against Jeremy's chest. As she kissed him, her hands slid down his stomach until she reached the waistband of his pants. She paused. She was fighting the urge to stop. Nervously, she opened his pants.

"You don't have to do this," Jeremy whispered. He kissed her forehead.

"I want to," she replied.

She stood up and removed her skirt. Jeremy took of his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers. Jeremy sat on the bed and watched as Amy took off her bra and panties. He pulled her close, appreciative of her curves. He ran his hands along her body as he held her.

"Lie down," he requested as he released her from his embrace.

She laid down in the middle of her bed. He kneeled next to her, kissing her stomach. He sucked and nibbled one of her nipples, then repeated his actions to her other nipple. She panted as he kissed her breasts and caressed her stomach.

Amy held onto his shoulders and arms. She enjoyed feeling him close to her. While kissing her stomach, he slid his hand to her pussy. He slipped a finger into her treasured slit. She moaned when his finger found her clit. Barely touching her sensitive clit, he teased her.

She gripped the sheet and writhed under his touch. Jeremy sucked her nipples as he plunged a finger into her untouched wetness. She gasped and pulled Jeremy closer in desperate desire. He hovered over her, admiring her beauty. Jeremy kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her moistness.

"Is this going to hurt?" she asked.

"A little. But it should only hurt for a little while," he said.

Jeremy pushed his cock against her virgin pussy. She held onto his back as he thrust into her.

"Ouch! Oh, my God," she said.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes, it feels good to finally let you close to me," she said.

He slowly thrust into her as he kissed her. Even though it hurt, she felt as though she would never get enough of feeling him inside of her. Jeremy took things slow. He bathed her in kisses as he made love to her.

While he was kissing her neck, she scratched his back and whimpered. She tightened around his hard cock. Jeremy thrust harder while she trembled. He came inside her. He lingered, hating the impending physical separation. He reassured himself that they would be closer now. He laid next to her and held her.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said as she embraced him.