The First Time (Love in No Time #1) by Bitsi Shar Page B

search of his elixir. I find some vodka and rum in the kitchen cabinet.
    “Would you like a Rum and Coke or Vodka and lime juice? I throw over my shoulder. But find him standing right behind me, too close to my ejected bum as I am still in a stretched out stance retrieving the two bottles from the wall closet. Gosh! He is quiet. I slowly straighten everything, retrieve the two bottles, and retract my bums.
    I wiggle the two bottles in his face and ask, “So what will it be mister?” He is too close. The summer heat he has gathered into his shirt on the ride home is now radiating onto my equally over heated body. He leans in, as if I need any more closeness from him, and says, “Vodka lime is good with me. Thanks, honey.”
    I hide my nervousness by putting the Vodka bottle in his hand, “Here you know what to do with this. Pour your measure of Vodka in that glass over there while I go look for the lime-juice in the refrigerator.”
    I walk around him to escape his enveloping heat. His arm snakes out, circles my waist and then hoists me to his left hip. With his other hand he pulls my chin up to make me look into his eyes.
    “Are you nervous Ms. Sharma?”
    “No.” I spit out a little too sharply.
    I shake my head to both affirm the negative and loosen his grip on my chin. He knows what I am trying and instantly his grip tightens. Then quickly lets go only to skim his index finger across my cheek in a gentle slow caress. His thumb caresses my lower lip as he continues to stare at me. His breathing has changed as has mine. I think he might kiss me but he is content to rub his thumb back and forth across my lip. I can feel my lip swell from his insistent pressure and my nether parts are doing the clenching and unclenching dance once again. The trickle of wetness is threatening to be a flood and he hasn’t even done anything beyond touching my lips. Seems like he has hit the jackpot of erogenous zones on my body. Confusion mixing with arousal is more potent than Vodka missing with sweet lime juice. My mind is trying to take over from my body. My body wants to stay but my mind wants me to leave. But where would I go? This is my apartment. If anyone had to go it was him. And his mind was certainly not asking his body to leave because of the way he was looking at me still.
    His head dips and I know I am going to get my first kiss. I panic and jerk my head to the side so his lips land on my cheek instead. He lightly kisses my cheek and then increases the pressure to plant a deep, wet one there. Suddenly he lets me go, smiling at me as he does so. I am sure I am all red in face even if my brown skin will not show it. There is enough heat in my cheeks to light a forty watt bulb. I quickly open the fridge door and stick my head in. The coolness therein is divine. I want to stay like this. I want all the heat to dissipate before I face him again.
    I know he is still behind me, looking at me, waiting. I find the lime juice, close the door rather loudly and finally turn to face him. I try indignant when I hand him the juice. Instead of taking the juice from my hand, he takes the juice with my hand clasped around it and pours it into his vodka-laced glass. And his eyes stay locked on me all this while. I think he is waiting for a reaction from me and I give him nothing. He lets go of my hand and the bottle. Then takes a big swig of his concoction. He smacks his lips rather exaggeratedly to express his satisfaction. “Not half as bad as I thought. I should give this a name.” I can’t help but smile and there is his patent smile again.
    God! I am dizzy now with his foreplay of the minimalist yet sexually arousing kind. My head is spinning. I need to sit down. So I invite him to sit as well. I motion for him to sit on the couch and once he is seated, I go in search of peanuts for him to enjoy with his drink. Yes, I am Ms. thoughtful even when flustered. I bring back a small bowl and offer it to him. Instead of picking up a delicate