On Monday I woke up ready to take on our adventure. I even felt daring enough to consider that this would really be the trip where I'd gain some experience and lose something else, if you catch my drift. The very thought kept me jumpy in the early morn. It was 5:30 am and I was loading the car ready to pick Harry up at his place. I crept in my parent's room to quickly say good bye and I was off.

The streets were still asleep and all the traffic lights were in my favor, arriving sooner than I had planned. I ran out to knock on his door, wake him up, I didn't care. I had way too much energy and no time to waste. I saw his kitchen light turn off as he opened his door. Before he could get his foot out I pushed him back inside and gave him a good smack on the lips. He dropped his bags on the floor paralyzed.

"Wow, good morning to you too babe!" He smiled.

"I have a very good feeling about this trip Harry."

"Really, how good a feeling?" His eyes narrowed in.

"Oh I think you know," I sang.

His eyes shot right through me, but then he shook his head assuming I was only teasing. Was I? I thought that now but what about later on?

Harry's cell phone had a GPS so we set it from Lehigh Acres Florida to New Orleans Louisiana. Approximately a 13 hour drive along the beautiful scenic coast. We found a nearby gas station to fill the car up and get some snacks for the first few hours. I had to remind myself there was no rush to get there; we were already together, the fun started now. It was best to get all the talking out of the way now and do sight-seeing and other things later.

We drove off towards Tampa, which would take us about 2 ½ hours, there we could do our little pit stop and have some breakfast. My mind was easily distracted by the sky, as it began to change colors, for the sun was about to come out. I connected my mp3 player on to our 'road trip' playlist and made myself comfy.

Harry sipped on a large coffee cup, looking ready to conquer the road.

"So do you pretty much have everyday mapped out or what?" He chuckled.

"No wise guy, I just have a small list of places to eat and things to see here and there. But the main goal is to spend time with you."

"Aww, I'm touched. Thank you for putting this together, I'm really excited to spend this time with you too. And you do realize that we will be sleeping in the same bed…every night."

"Yes, your point being?" I blushed.

"Nothing just making sure you knew that."

"Wipe that grin off your face, I know what you're thinking!"

"You know only because you're thinking the same thing."

"No…not entirely," I confessed.

"Okay so wait, have you been thinking about it?" He turned off the radio.

"Are we talking about the same thing here?"

"You know that we are!"

"I've been thinking about some things…only I'm not sharing them because I don't want you to think that I've changed my mind."

"Babe, I get that it's important to you, I'm never going to try and talk you into it unless you're ready and sure. I'll wait years if I have to, try to."

"I like it when you call me babe." I batted my eyes.

He grabbed my hand and we looked over his left and saw the sun rising above the waters of the gulf. Since we were entering into an interesting topic, I reverted to a more personal question.

"Can I ask how old were you the first time…?" I began to blush again.

"The first time… I had sex?"

I nodded a little embarrassed.

"Well I was 19, it was with my first serious girlfriend."

"Were you her first too?

"Yes, I believe so."

"Was she uncomfortable, like could you tell it hurt her?" I was very interested in what he thought.

"Sweetie, now this is my opinion, but I believe it usually hurts the girl that much because the guy forces himself on her too quickly. And I don't mean in a rape sort of way, but for a girl's first time…it's crucial that all her needs are met, making it a more pleasurable experience as opposed to just being tolerable."

"What do you believe those needs are?"

He was caught off guard by our discussion…especially at such an early time of day.

"Well, I believe that she needs to feel completely comfortable, secure, relaxed…let's say with you for instance…"

I felt a little nervous knowing that he'd be picturing me having sex with him now, in this precise moment he was imagining me naked.

"We would engage in a lot of foreplay to uh…get you ready and aroused and well…loose." He struggled for words.

"Like my muscles loose?" I questioned.

"Yeah, when you're turned on, assuming that I've turned you on, have you ever felt different down there? A little loose and um…moist?"

As serious as the conversation was I couldn't help giggle at how nervous he seemed. He smiled picking up on the reasons behind my tickled thoughts.

"You're enjoying putting me on the spot aren't you?" Harry bit his bottom lip to fight the urge to smile and shook his head.

"No, I actually feel kind of bad because here you are trying to explain these things to me, choosing your words so carefully, and here I am clueless. It's like a completely different language to me."

"Well at least you don't feel uncomfortable about the subject…I know we've barely hit our 3 months mark, but do you sometimes feel like we are going to fast?"

"I don't know how to answer that without ratting myself out... But no I don't."

"Ratting yourself out huh? What are you hiding inside that head of yours, more secrets? Will you be sharing them with me any time soon, because as you can see we have plenty of time. 12 hours' worth."

"No, I'm too shy…" I suddenly chickened out.

"That's a flat lie, if you were that shy you would've changed the subject a long time ago. So keep the questions coming, I want to know what you think about regarding these things…maybe I can educate you." He winked again.

"You are liking this way too much now. What happened to the awkwardness?"

"It's gone."

If Harry only knew the list of questions I had in store. The cool thing was getting a guy's perspective as opposed to what girls thought to be accurate.

"Okay well…why or how often do people have like…sexual dreams?

He raised his brows and smiled, "Why, are you having wet dreams about me?"

"Wet what? I have to know what that is to actually label it."

"I'll take that as a yes! What happens in your dreams? How do they make you feel?"

I rolled my eyes, realizing that I was about to spill the beans on something I hadn't planned on sharing. But I wasn't about to shut up now.

"Let's just say, yes I do have dreams with you and we are making out, then I begin to feel a cluster of emotions and weird sensations."

I was taking pleasure in watching Harry grow uneasy in his seat, sitting taller and acting in control when clearly his thoughts were swerving in circles down the road. He inhaled deeply a couple of times and avoided any eye contact.

"Are you ok over there?" I teased.

"No. You started some images in my head I had been saving for later," he chuckled.

"Harry… as you know, I don't want to have sex sex…"

"Well what other sex is there?" he laughed.

"What I mean is, I don't want to have sex but … I do want to… just not actually…"

"Make the home run?" He grinned.

"Yeah! I guess…is it okay to be talking about this?"

"Absolutely! I'm not a mind reader you know, so the more you tell me about what you want, the better I can understand you…and do I ever understand! In fact, I have an idea. . . more like a game."

He had my full attention, he always did.

"I know of a few things we can try, without compromising…entirely. I will do one thing to you every night and show you that there are plenty of ways to have fun that don't lead to well…intercourse."

I was ready for the game rules till he was so blunt to say…intercourse. It was so direct. But at least I could say it, as opposed to other words and names of certain body parts that I could never verbalize.

"So are you up to it?" He gave me a sharp grin.

"I'm in!"

"Yeah I'm in…" he boasted.

"Hey!" I pointed my finger at him.

"I know…but believe me babe you are never going to forget this week."

"I can't wait," I said too loud.

Harry was surprised to see me so eager and willing to take a shot at this game of his. My curiosity was killing me. I knew of no other things except the basic knowledge of…intercourse. What else could there be? I felt kind of queasy in the stomach just thinking about it.

I shocked myself to have survived that talk and without turning plum red. I was definitely not the same person from a couple of months ago. It made me wonder what I was afraid of all this time, still I was glad that all my firsts were happening with Harry, so far. Slowly I've come to accept and realize that this sexual part of me was there all along, it just took that special person to awaken that side in me. My only difficulty still was easing up, I'm still so shy when it comes to being completely comfortable intimately with Harry. But that might change.

Once we reached Tampa we went to get a bite to eat at the nearest fast food restaurant and stretched our legs. There was something different about the look in our eyes, like if we had a secret that no one else knew. It reminded me of those first glances we gave each other after we first kissed. There was mystery and stronger sparks between us.

For the next hour or so, we didn't say much; we returned to the road, the playlist and the playful glances. Followed by Harry pinching or poking me, depending on how good a stare I gave. Whenever we reached a road with a long stretch, he'd try to reach over and kiss me, but due to a couple of close calls we refrained from any more kissing till we were parked again.

On our way towards Gainesville with a couple of hours ahead of us, it didn't take long till I began to doze off, some co-pilot I was. I managed to sleep 2 hours until I awoke to a sharp turn.

"Everything okay?" I asked startled.

"Yeah, just some punk driving crazy fast!"

Just then we heard and saw a police car run by, at least there was some excitement on these streets.

"Well that was random," he commented. "That's whatcha get!"

"Want me to drive now?"

"Nah babe, I'm good."

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Finally after our 13 something hours on the road we made it to the Bed and Breakfast Inn. With enough light outside we decided to quickly check in, drop the bags and go for a walk to find a good place to eat, as we were starving.

We went to Cafe Fleur-de-Lis and had ourselves some signature burgers. There we met a fun couple, David and Heidi, on their honeymoon who so happened to be lodging down the street by our Inn. We decided to get together with them tomorrow for they had a couple of days left. They were just our opposites; David was more reserved but had fantastic comebacks while Heidi had a bubbly outgoing personality. Both were perfect for each other.

It's true what they say about confidence being sexy. Harry demonstrated such while talking with the newlyweds, always having an interesting question or comment to say. I could never carry on a conversation with a couple of strangers for that long. And of course they took a liking to him instantly as he could be quite charming and sociable.

I observed the way he moved his hands while expressing himself; the friendly smiles and sporadic laughs. The way his eyes would slightly squint when he was listening intently, or how sometimes he would cover his mouth with one hand when he was shocked or embarrassed by something. All the while he would sneak a glance my way and shoot me a wink or grab my hand and caress it.

I stared at him as though I were his biggest fan. With stars in my eyes and a goofy smile I put on way too often; it was still too hard to believe that he wanted simple little me. Not to sound superficial or anything, because he is a beautiful person inside as well. But did you ever see someone you thought who was too unbelievably gorgeous it was impossible to tear your eyes away?

That's what made our little intimate moments so exciting and nerve wrecking. Because I was so strongly attracted to him, more than he knew, every time he touched me it sent my heart sky rocketing. My nerves felt like a static ball, sending shocks through each of his fingertips. There was an earthquake, tornado and every other force of nature happening in my body all at once. Perhaps not very safe but oh so riveting.
Harry kept giving me these hot glances throughout the night. I was growing anxious knowing we would be alone soon. We said good night to our new friends and began to walk back, admiring the night crowd and music that began to emerge on the sidewalks.

The Inn was more like a huge guest house. It had a full-sized kitchen; living area and the rest of the space were guest rooms. Our room had a queen bed, small bathroom and minimal furniture. But for the price and location it was all we needed. Surrounded by 1920's decor and if you listened quietly you could hear the jazz instruments echoing in from the streets.

I changed into a pink and black polka-dot nightie dress. Harry was standing by the window when I came out of the bathroom, trying to spot where the music was coming from.

"Hey, crazy day huh?" I said as I sat on the bed rubbing lotion on my arms.

"Yeah, the meal was great! And I'm glad we met that nice couple."

"They were sweet. It's funny how they laughed when we told them how we met."

"Yet somehow I was the target of their jokes. I didn't rob any cradle!" He laughed.

"I believe you did, if I hadn't liked you I would have filed some case on you," I taunted.

"Is that right?"

Harry jumped and stood on the bed, looking down at me as I sat leaning against the head board. He stood tall with his shadow painted on the wall from the room's light, wearing a long pair of thin gray sweats and a white shirt. He began to bounce around lightly.

"Come up here with me," he said.

"What are you doing?"

He just shrugged and called me again with the wave of his hand. I'd follow any order as long as it was accompanied with those eyes. Once I stood up not knowing exactly what we were doing, he took out a coin from his pocket and held it out.

"Heads I start at the top and tails from the bottom up."

My pupils dilated and a sharp pain shot through my stomach as I knew our little game was about to begin. He handed me the coin, which indicated that I would be the one flipping it. I would have tossed it right away if he hadn't begun jumping on the bed, making it more difficult.

"How am I supposed to catch it if you're jumping like a monkey?"

"Ha ha, because you are not supposed to catch it," he said trying to keep his voice steady. "C'mon, I promise I will take it easy on you."

"You say this as your psyching yourself up with all this jumping? I don't know if you're about to tackle me or what."

"Something like that." He flashed that evil grin again.

I raised my hand and flicked the coin; as expected it fell off on to the floor. Harry then leaped off the bed to collect the coin. His heavy breathing was like an aphrodisiac to my senses as I had a quick mental picture of other reasons for such deep panting. A crafty smile smeared across his face once he got a glimpse of it, he shoved it back in his pocket and walked around the room adjusting the lighting so that it was now dim.

"What was it? Heads or tails?" I asked desperately.

He just looked at me and pressed his finger to his lips for me to keep quiet, that alone was enough awaken my goose bumps. Oh man what was I in for?

"You stay there, I'll be right back."

He stepped out of the room leaving me in suspense. I sat back down on the bed, legs crossed and head up looking around the room. In a couple of minutes he came back with two tall glasses of iced water.

"Sorry, all that jumping made me thirsty," he said as he took a drink.

He offered me some but I was fine for the moment. He placed the glasses on our night table and then went to get something from his luggage bag. Turning around I saw a white handkerchief in his hand. My only guess was that someone would get tied up.

But that wasn't the plan, He was going to blindfold me instead.

"Now be honest, can you see anything?" He asked.

"Nope, not a thing. What are you going to do now?"

"Cut your hair."

"WHAT!" I cried. I should have known better when I heard him laugh.

"Now, you're just going to concentrate on my touch okay. You're not supposed to do anything," he instructed.

"What if I want to?"

"No. We've tried that before and it didn't work. You had all these questions and interruptions. You wanted music and whatever else. So you just relax and enjoy."

He laid me back with my head comfortably on the pillow and body well rested. I thought maybe I was going to get an amazing massage again, but according to the coin would he start on my shoulders or my feet? The only downfall was I couldn't see him, and that was the best part of fooling around with him. I'd have to rely on my imagination now.

"Am I allowed to talk?"

"Unless I'm kissing you."

I felt like an idiot, not able to see a thing all the while holding a cheesy smile. I could feel his movement on the bed, yet nothing was happening. I didn't want to annoy him with my impatient questions so I forced myself to stay quiet.

"How are you holding up there?"

"Oh you know, practicing patience here," I said calmly.

"Ok hold on just a sec."

There were so many questions I wanted to ask. I strained my ears to hear what he was doing when I suddenly felt a sting on my foot. It took me a moment to realize it was a piece of ice; the coldness at times felt confusingly hot. During the time his hand was drawing circles around my ankle and up my outer leg, the ice began to melt, leaving tiny streams of warm droplets.

"But what about you?" I whispered.

"I want it to be about you tonight, plus I'm enjoying it just as much."

I could hear him grinning as he talked in such a sweet voice. The ice was gone by the time he reached my knee but then he reached over for a new piece and began to stride it along my other dry leg. I must admit the touch of the cool pointy object traveling in unknown directions was sending my senses up a whirlwind. I wouldn't have the same effect if I was doing it myself, just a wet mess.

My breathing grew a little unstable as I felt the ice glide up my outer thigh. I had my hands folded upon my stomach, clenched pretty tight. I tried to focus on the song playing outside, that always relaxes me.

"Are you ok? I trust you will tell me to stop once you feel uncomfortable."

I nodded. I didn't want to disturb the scene with my voice. My meditation was solely on Harry and the night sounds. The ice cube turned naughty on me when it decided to take the path up my inner thigh. You never think about how sensitive certain areas are until another person touches them; it tickled me more than anything. I could hear Harry chuckle softly as I squirmed.

The torture here was, as much as I liked the idea of him controlling and teasing me with ice cubes, I yearned to feel his warm hand in the place of this cold substitute. He eventually ascended towards my hips and up my arms. There was a pause and I assumed he was reaching for more ice, when surprisingly a piece landed on my mouth. The timing was perfect as all of this was making me thirsty. What I didn't expect was to find chilled juicy lips attached to the now tiny pebble of ice.

Apparently we both had accumulated plenty of sexual tension for we usually start with gentle kisses, however, these were everything but angelic. At least I could take action now.

"Do you want me to continue?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded again while biting my lips.

"Are you sure? This is your chance to back out now."

Maybe I should back out while it was still safe. I pulled down my blindfold, wanting to look into his eyes. We shared a moment and then Harry spoke.

"Some may say it's too fast, but I really do love you."

I blushed and curled beneath him, clinging to his neck, hearing the music grow louder.

"I feel so happy when I'm with you," I confessed.

"That is what I strive for, baby. Let's go to bed, it's been a long day."

I did have fun tonight but Trisha was wrong…I'm not strong at all.

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