My First Time

Ch.9

Alexa's Pov

"I'm not giving you a ride to the party." Akila barged into my room without knocking, catching me wrapped in a towel. I was about to reach for my blanket when I recalled my challenge. I placed my hands on my hips, accentuating my curves, and his gaze traveled down my legs before locking onto my eyes.

"I don't need you to drop me off anyway. I already have a ride," I replied. Akila was dressed minimally as well, just in his sagging jeans. I refused to give him the satisfaction of checking him out, so I kept my focus on his smug smile.

"Oh really, who?" he inquired, leaning against the doorframe. I sighed, tilting my head back in frustration.

"Do you have to be so nosy?" I asked, and he simply shrugged. "If you don't mind, I'm in the middle of getting ready," I said flatly, gesturing to my body.

"You seem a bit underdressed," he remarked, his eyes gliding over my chest, and I shot him a glare, marching towards him to slam the door in his face. Before I could reach it, he caught my wrist and pressed my hands against his bare chest. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to pull my hands away, but they remained pinned against his muscular chest, which rippled beneath my touch.

"Don't tell me you don't want me," he whispered, and I scrunched my nose in response, kicking his shin. Honestly, I figured it hurt my toes more than it did his shin, but I shook my head and yanked my hands back.

"You're such a jerk," I muttered before shutting the door and going back to getting ready.

Michael, my boyfriend, arrived for me at exactly half past four, and I stepped into the front room wearing my short white dress and heels. Akila was dressed in a snug black button-down shirt paired with dark jeans. I gave him a quick once-over before grabbing my bag.

"Stay away from Steve," he said calmly, moving closer but not close enough to touch me.

"Stop telling me what to do. Hopefully, I won't run into you or your brother tonight," I retorted, sauntering out and slamming the door.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked as I hopped into his car and slammed the door shut. I smiled at him and nodded. He wore the same outfit as Akila, though he didn't look quite as good; his shirt was white, but he still looked hot.

"I don't know, Michael... Am I annoying?"

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I just feel like since the semester began, you'd prefer to do anything other than spend time with me. That must mean I'm annoying to you, right?" I started fiddling with my fingers.

He took my chin in his hand, making me look at him. "Listen, I love you, okay? I've just been busy. You know Medicine is a tough course, so I have to go the extra mile. I promise I'll really try my best to spend more time with you from now on."

"Okay."

"You should've told me that’s how you felt, baby," he almost scolded. "You're anything but annoying, alright? Well, except when you rub it in my face when Chelsea loses."

I can't help but chuckle at that. "Yeah...... good times." He takes my hand and beams at me, knowing that I'm feeling much better now. I truly love him, I really do.

We've been together for nearly a year. I find myself curious about what he has planned for our one-year anniversary. I can hardly wait to discover it. I believe I know what I want to do. I think it's time I gave it to him My V card.

I've been a pretty awful girlfriend. Michael and I have been together for a year, and I'm still a virgin. Yes, that's true. I just haven't felt ready yet, but I think I might be on our anniversary. We haven't done anything together, not even s****l intercourse. That's why I need to confess that I let another guy take my first kiss. I felt like I betrayed him. I'm grateful that he's been so patient with me. He's my first real boyfriend, and I've never had a serious relationship before. I was hesitant to get too involved because I knew my mom would find out, and that wouldn't be good for anyone. She's extremely overprotective. I had to sneak out just to go to parties or on dates with Michael.

Now, though, I can go to parties without having to sneak out. Overall, I'm with Essel, who encourages me to do wild things and have a blast. I just hope it stays this way—fun and, most importantly, simple. I love simplicity: just me, my best friend, and my boyfriend taking on the world together. Forever. But something tells me I should prepare myself because my whole world is about to change.

The party was taking place at a spacious house, and the pulsating rhythm of the music resonated through my chest as Michael pulled up to the street.

"Is this Steve's place?" I inquired, and Michael nodded with a slight smile, pulling me inside.

Steve welcomed us at the door, encouraging us to grab drinks and enjoy the evening. I didn't spot Akila for the first few hours and spent most of my time dancing and having fun on the dance floor with Essel and Michael.

As the music grew louder over time, I decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air.

His garden appeared even larger than the house itself. A vast expanse of grass was divided by a large outdoor pool and a garden shed. I settled on a bench, set my drink down, and inhaled the fresh air.

"So, you're Alex," I turned to my left to see Comfort standing by the door. I internally sighed and rolled my eyes; dealing with her was the last thing I wanted.

"Yep," I replied, looking back towards the pool. I heard her heels clicking as she soon took a seat on the bench beside me.

"So you live with Akila," she remarked. Did this girl just have a habit of repeating herself?

"Yep," she sighed, and we sat in silence, listening to the music thumping from inside the house.

"Does he talk about me?" she asked, gazing at me. I shrugged in response.

"We don't really chat, to be honest," I mumbled, and she grunted in response.

"Well, keep your hands off, okay?" That comment ignited my temper.