I feel warm. A warm breeze slowly crosses back and forth on my forehead. I open my eyes to a dark room, with the exception of the moonlight that is peaking in through the white, wood, window blinds. I realize I am in bed with Tommy. I look around and figure out our orientation. I am facing Tommy's chest and he has his limbs wrapped around my body. He is holding tight. I am getting uncomfortable now that I am awake. The clock radio is displaying 2:35 am. I haven't slept enough, yet I am not sleepy.
I want to roll over out of his arms. I start to slink backwards and all of a sudden his grip is tighter. I start to go lax in his arms, hoping he will relax and loosen his grip. Except that did not happen. He grabs me firmer and he lowers himself until we are now face to face. His eyes are open and staring at me and I want to crawl under the covers, even though I am experiencing a wave of heat all over my body.
Tommy leans in and starts kissing my cheek near my ear. He is humming as he nears my ear. I am done. I am no longer trying to move away. His hand is under my shirt rubbing my mid back. He is now moving his lips down my neck.
"Veronica, your back is so warm. I can't stop touching you." He says this and is still rubbing my back up and down and gripping me. His hand trails towards the front of my torso from the back but he is being good and not moving north or south. His mouth is now kissing all over my neck. I am tensing because what I want is going to happen soon. I need to tell him. He needs to know. Tommy is distracting me and I keep forgetting the words.
"Tommy, please we need to stop." He is gently tugging my skin from neck with his lips, then kisses the same spot. He is moving lower and is roaming towards my shoulders and I feel him tug the oversized shirt off my shoulder. He continues his onslaught.
"Veronica, I want you." He moans this as he moves his lower torso towards my pelvis. Yup, he wants me. I can feel how much, and it is freaking me out how much I am not bothered by this as he keeps kissing my neck. I am no longer thinking straight. I have to stop this and tell him. We have never been this far before. Tommy and I have yet to have our first kiss. What is happening between us? We are friends. Tommy and Veronica are in the friends zone, right?
I push him back and squirm away. He releases me and I straighten up and adjust the shirt to sit correctly on my shoulders and he turns on the side table lamp. I am now sitting up again the headboard, knees up against my chest. He is staring at me with wide eyes.
"Ronnie, what's wrong?" He says this as he rubs my knee. I lower my knees and my legs are now out in front of me. It is time to tell him. I grab a pillow and hug it, and scream into the pillow. I feel Tommy move closer and when I have finished my scream, he pulls the pillow from my arms.
"Okay, now tell me what that was all about?" He is looking at me with a grin.
"Tommy, I am not Chelsea. I am nothing like her."
"Well, first I am a master of the obvious and I am very aware you are not Chelsea. Second, I am not here with her. I am here with you." He reaches forward and grabs my hand and holds it.
"Tommy what is going on between us? We have been in the friend zone for weeks and here we are in the same bed and you are worshipping my neckline. I don't know what is happening. We haven't even kissed on the lips. I am extremely confused by you. You play the part of the jealous boyfriend and keep any guys, who show interest in me, away from me. How am I supposed to find my special someone, if you keep running them off?" At some point he released my hand has stood up and is now pacing the room.
He looks confused and probably wishing he took me to Amy's house instead of my suggestion to come here. He looks so damn cute as he runs his hands through his hair. He is stressing.
"Veronica, I don't know what to do about us. I know you are not Chelsea. If I wanted her I would have brought her here instead of you. I wanted you here. I don't know how to do this. I just messed around with Chelsea for years because it was easy and convenient. I don't know what it is to have a girlfriend. You are the closest I have ever come to that. I am not familiar with the specifics, so I am fumbling my way through this and obviously failing every step of the way. I don't want to fuck this up, but it looks like I'm on track to making that succeed. " He turns and sits on the desk chair and crosses his arms, as if pouting, like a five year old.
"I don't know how to do this either. I am looking to you for the moves and the steps. I have stayed by you as the loyal friend and rolled with the punches. I have never done this before." He looks at me puzzled. Okay, its time to blurt it out and feel the sting of embarrassment.
"Tommy, I'm a Virgin."
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