A Present From Heaven

Matt had been up for over 24 hours with excitement but still felt strangely fresh. His eyes were not creeping to a close, he hadn’t yawned since he woke up yesterday afternoon, he was pretty sure he still looked and smelt pretty good seeing as how he had been brushing his teeth on the hour and showering every two. He felt like a child on Christmas morning who had sneaked a peek at his presents a few weeks ago and knew exactly what exciting gifts he would shortly be receiving. But to feel them in his hand and play with them, that was what Matt craved. It was all very well knowing your fantasy was on its way but until you could sense it in your hands it still wasn’t quite, well, real.

Matt nervously twitched. From one buttock in his chair to the next but he still couldn’t get comfortable. He tried sitting on his hands, cracking his knuckles, having a cigarette (he didn’t smoke but today he’d thought, ‘what’s the worst that can happen. He’d even bought a lighter and an ashtray on his daily shop with Margo this morning anticipating his nerves.) He checked the time, 5 minutes to go. Not long now. Not long for something he’d been waiting patiently twenty two years for. He felt confident. He felt free. Margo had given her approval for every bit of item he had chosen to wear, including aftershave, deodorant and the way he had done his hair which she normally complained about. He had bought scented condoms but also lit incense in case the condoms were some of those cheap ones where ‘scented’ could mean anything. He checked the time again, took a deep breath, put out his cigarette and sat back in his chair trying to relax for the last 5 or so minutes of his virginity.

The door bell rang. Matt jumped up in his seat and spilt the contents of the ashtray all down himself. Clumsily, whilst still trying to wipe the ash off his brand new shirt he clambered towards the door. Pausing just before he opened it he took a deep breath, smoothed down his hair and pulled on the latch.

He smelt her perfume before the door was even fully open and almost fell over with his lust and youthful excitement.

‘Are you alone?’ a playful voice said through the intoxicating smog of that smell.

‘Margo’s upstairs but she’s asleep’

‘That’ll have to do then won’t it.’

Straight away he felt her hands on the belt of his jeans. Not undoing them, just gripping tightly as she pushed him into the house, kicking the door closed behind her, through the hall way and back into the living room where he nearly tripped over the upturned ashtray on the floor.

‘My room’s just upstai..’ he began

‘No. Here’

She pushed him down onto the chair and suddenly she was gone. Matt didn’t know where at first; his mind so intoxicated by that perfume and the throbbing he felt whenever he smelt it.

All of a sudden he could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. She was behind him now and he could only think about being with her, naked, right here, right now. She spun the chair round and lowered herself on top of him. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, still fully clothed; her body moving back and forth in time with his. She began to kiss him passionately. So passionately that it couldn’t just stay in one place for more than a few seconds as she moved her lips all over his trembling face and neck. As her hands ran over the back of his head and she writhed in what seemed like slow motion he began to feel his heart trying to burst through his chest with desire. Her silky, perfumed hair was in his face but he would not have been able to see anyway. He could sense that she had stripped off now and he finally summoned up the courage to return her touch. He hoped she didn’t have goose pimples like he did and his clammy palms were not too cold to make her recoil from the tryst they were now locked in. As though his grubby, clumsy hands were not good enough for her voluptuous skin he caressed her like she was a glass doll and might shatter at anytime. To him she was the last thing of beauty he might ever touch and he made full use of these precious moments exploring every part of her body from the tips of her fingers to the back of her thighs and legs. He didn’t hear the zip go but he knew instantly when he was inside her. It was pointless him trying to do anything as she leant back and took control while his eager hands attempted to play her body like a schoolboy being given a priceless harp with no lessons and only one chance to make it sing. She began to moan and Matt became fully aware he had not made a sound since she had entered the apartment and since he had entered her body. He made full use of his vocabulary now though as he grunted and moaned in blind ecstasy whilst she thrust back and forth, deeper onto him, building the pair of them to the perfect climax. It seemed like an eternity and a split second at the same time.

A gasp from her and an almighty moan from him and it was over.

He sensed her release him, both their bodies quivering and she began to climb off. She gave him a peck on the lips and he heard a cheeky, girlish laugh. The smile had not left his face since she arrived.

‘Let’s go to bed’

He heard some banging and the rustling of clothes being put on. Then the soft sound of her feet going up the stairs and her hands feeling the banister. Margo, now fully awake came bounding down yelping. She came closer to him, knowing he was happy and he instinctively put his hand down for her to lick. She gave her usual bark of approval but jumped up onto his lap to lick his face. Clearly she liked the perfume as well.

Matt gave a contented sigh. His knees were still trembling and his mind and body were both telling him the same thing. This had been worth the wait. He reached over to pick up his cane and slowly got to his feet aware how unstable his legs were and how rushing every emotion and hormone in his body was. With Margo’s help he made his way to the bedroom stopping for a second before he went in to make sure she was going to her room and just to take in the moment. Most people would say that he had just become a man. But then, considering the life he’d had to live since birth and indeed the life she had led as well he knew they had become adults a long time ago.

As he got into bed and faced her he took off his glasses knowing she had done the same and they lay there for a minute looking at each other. They would never see each other in the conventional way but in that moment they saw more than they suspected most did in a lifetime.