Lizzie

My heart is swelling so much as he grabs my hand and we literally run out of the door. I cannot, I tell you, cannot face any more pep talks from my mom. God, it was so embarrassing. Thank God we're safely in his truck now and on our way to the airstrip where his dad's jet is waiting for us. I can't believe it, four whole days with just Brandon. Do I still call him my bestie now we're dating officially? Sure, I guess so because he is still my best friend. It's surreal that only a couple of days ago I was having all these panic attacks about what he'd do if he found out and how scared I was that I could face losing him.

Now, I find out that he is in love with me too. How much time have we wasted not actually dating? Wow, and how many girls would he not have slept with more to the point? I shouldn't think about that, I've got no place to think of all the girls he's had before me, more experienced girls, girls who know what they're doing. I'm not jealous of them, to be frank I am more scared of how I'm going to feel once we have sex.

It's as you know, my first ever time and I am really nervous. What if I bleed a lot and it puts him off? What if I am total rubbish at it and Brandon changes his mind and thinks the other girls are better? Oh ffs why do I even have all these damn things swamping my mind like this right now? Why can't I just be in the moment with Brandon? He's saying something but I was so busy with my thoughts that I didn't even hear what he said.

"Sorry, miles away. What did you say?"

"That's okay. Anything the matter? You can tell me anything you know that, right?." Brandon takes my right hand and lifts it to his lips. They're soft and gentle, a warm glow fills my body and I am zinging. Just this little gesture, it shows how much he cares, how much he has always cared. God, I am so in love with him, it's physical.

"Nah, nothing. Honestly, I guess I'm a bit nervous you know about the whole sex thing."

"You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby. Trust me, I'm nervous too. It's your first time and I want it to be special for you, baby. If you're not ready I am perfectly fine with that. Nothing says we need to have sex the minute we get to the cabana." He chuckles and gives me a wink. It makes me tingle, damn it I do love it when Brandon winks and smiles, showing his perfect dimple. I squeeze his leg.

"I think we do need to have sex, Brandon. I want you so bad, I'm literally aching for you. My clit is on fire and it hurts from all the throbbing." He chuckles.

"You've got a dirty mouth, Lizziey-baby." I blush, nobody has ever said that to me before and it actually turns me on something chronic. My panties are getting wet, as he gazes briefly with his electric blue eyes into mine.

"You bring it out in me. I've never been like that with anyone I've dated."

"That's what being with me does, baby. I love you, girl. I damn well love you." His voice is soft and he kisses my hand again. We're at the airstrip now and the jet is waiting with the stairs down. The pilot is coming down the stairs, I can't remember his name since it's Brandon's dad's jet not my pops.

"Let's do this," I say as I hop out of the car once Brandon has parked it. He goes to the back seat and grabs my holdall and his duffel bag, the one that has his new college football team logo on it. They sure didn't waste much time getting the merch to him so he can start showing it off and posting on social media.

"Good evening, sir," one of the smartly dressed hostesses says. They are both wearing olive green skirt suits with ivory blouses and kitten bows. Their hair is up in French twists. I'm telling you, they look like something out of Hollywood with their immaculate smiles, perfect red lips, and gleaming skin. I feel almost trampy next to them in my ripped jeans, Vans, and an old gray Rolling Stones tee. Brandon looks like a rock star with his tight black jeans, holes in the knees, a pair of Gucci loafers, no socks, and a black Versace tee. His arms are amazing as he hauls our bags up the stairs, his veins popping on his forearms. Jeez, I am going to be permanently soaking my panties at this rate.

"Let us take that, Sir." The blonde says.

"I got it, don't worry. You can see to Lizzie, please, and make sure she has everything she needs," Brandon replies and makes his way into the main part of the jet. It's spacious, with swivel and reclining seats, a sofa, marble topped tables, a large television screen, and a sound system. A bottle of champagne is on ice with a crystal bowl of strawberries. I am betting Brandon called ahead to organize this. It's ridiculously romantic.

"Let me help you," the blonde hostess says. "My name is Tammy, and this here is my colleague, DeAnn. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask us. We'll be here to make sure you have a safe and comfortable flight. The captain will be out in a few minutes. Please make yourself comfortable."

I nod and say thanks. Even my dad's hostesses aren't as polished as these two. Don't get me wrong, Evelyn and Rosie are beautiful ladies, Rosie being slightly older at forty-eight I'd guess and Evelyn is still only around her late twenties. They are pretty for sure but these ladies, wow they're like the 1950s starlets.

Brandon sits on the sofa with his long, lean legs outstretched and pats the seat next to him. "Come here, baby," he says. I flop down next to him as he slides an arm around me.

"We've got everything thanks. No need for the captain to come out, we know the drill."

"Very well, Sir. Please put on your seat belts before takeoff. We should be wheels up in ten." DeAnn the brunette says.

Brandon hands me a glass of champagne and kisses me long and lingering. Electricity pulses through my body and ignites me between my legs. I take a sip of the champagne and enjoy the bubbles playing with my nostrils. "Here's to us, Lizziey-Baby. The end of school, the beginning of summer, and to us together forever and always."

He is making me swoon so much now, my legs feel weak and I'm sitting down. I cannot wait to be in the bedroom with him, even though I'm still nervous but I do know that I am ready for Brandon. I am ready to give myself to the man I intend to spend the rest of my life with. No doubt about it.