It had been a week since Louis and I first slept together. Things were great, and I'd never been happier. My parents understood that I was dating Louis, and they'd wanted to meet him. I was nervous about them meeting him of course, I'd gotten to know Louis a lot better and he was quite the cheeky little guy. He was always cracking tacky, shameless, dirty jokes though I'd loved that quality in him. He could make me laugh no matter how bad my day had been. However, that wasn't a quality I'd want my parents to see when they'd meet him tonight.
We hadn't had sex since that first time, not having the privacy to do so. My parents were always home, as were Tyler's and so we'd waited, although it was difficult for us. We had such a sexual chemistry and every time I'd touch him my skin would burn with desire.
I still hadn't gotten over his perfect features, with his chiseled jawline and sea blue eyes. And though I didn't get to see them often, his collarbones drove me insane. They protruded perfectly from his chest, and whenever I'd see him shirtless I'd shower them with kisses, hearing low moans from his throat.
I hadn't told my friends about how serious things had gotten between Louis and I . . . I knew they would judge me. Although nothing they could say would make me want to end things with Louis. Things were perfect for once, and there was no way in hell I wanted things to not be. They had bugged me, mentioning that they one hundred percent thought I had had sex with him, but I really didn't care what they thought, I was happy, so why did it matter?
Louis still said nothing of his family at home, although he did mention his mom and dad once so I knew that he did in fact have some sort of family back in London. I still wasn't sure of any siblings however. He never mentioned anyone, and I'd never seen any pictures of them whenever I was over at his place. I had to admit, I was extremely curious. I did feel like he was hiding something from me, but I wasn't going to end things because he was home sick and didn't want to talk about his family.
Louis was coming over and we were going out for dinner tonight, and though I'd wanted to dress sexy, have my parents and brother leave the house, and fuck his brains out, the reality was that I couldn't. This Friday evening, we were going to Dal's, and we couldn't stay home to have a little fun. Though I knew we'd get our chance tomorrow night when finally Tyler and his parents would be out of the house for the evening.
My parents had dressed up formally, knowing we'd be going to Dal's tonight. Both my dad and brother were wearing tuxedo pants and a button up dress shirt. My mother was wearing a summer dress, opting for more comfort than style. And myself, I had chosen to wear a skirt and loose flowy tank top like I had done on Louis and I's first date. I didn't curl my hair, or put lots of makeup on, I hadn't want to overdo it, with my parents being there and all.
I was ecstatic to get to see Louis tonight, especially knowing the things I would finally get to do to him tomorrow evening. And when my doorbell rang I nearly ran to the front door, opening it to see Louis standing there, bouquet of roses in his hands. "I got it!" I yelled. He stood there smiling at me, eyeing how the tight outfit I'd worn hugged to my every curve.
As Louis eyed my body, I eyed his. He looked so fucking sexy. He was wearing a button up dress shirt, buttons buttoned up right up to the top, with a suit jacket over top, making his shoulders broad. On his legs he wore simple black jeans, with his small white sneakers and no socks. He never wore socks.
Breaking my thoughts about him, he leaned in close, growling in my ear, "you look so fucking fit. I can't wait till tomorrow night love." I flushed a shade of red I'd never felt before. He extended his arm, placing the roses in my hands tenderly, "these are for you babe."
"Shh Louis," I whispered, giggling as his lips pressed to the exposed skin on my neck and chest, "my parents will hear you. But thank you for the flowers . . . they're . . . they're absolutely beautiful Lou." And I grabbed his face in my hands, cupping his perfect jawline. I kissed him hard, my tongue and his creating the perfect rhythm. I felt his hands reach for my hips, and I pulled back, "Nuh-uh" I waved my index finger at him, "save it for tomorrow night," I said with a wink. He smirked. "Now, on your best behavior, come with me." I whispered in my sexiest voice in his ear. "If you want to see this body tomorrow night, you need to be on your absolute best behavior." He nodded, still smirking at my body and the way my skirt hugged my hips.
I grabbed his hand, pulling him in as he continued to shamefully scanning my body up and down.
Time for Louis to meet my parents . . .