story #11

Colleen Mundy
Dr. Tony Barnstone
ENGL 302
March 24, 2009

Perfect

The candles, the sexy lingerie under my strategically planned, somewhat already revealing outfit, romantic music- I prepared everything. The night would be perfect. I paced around the house listening to the click clack of my stilettos and playing with the emerald, heart shaped ring around my finger. Finally, the sound of the doorbell reverberated off the walls and I opened the front door. I lead the way down the hall to the stairs, throwing seductive glances over my shoulder, until I heard a crack and felt my heel collapse under me. Determined not to let it ruin the night, I played it off as them being bad shoes anyway, and took advantage of the opportunity to show off my legs as I undid the other stiletto and kicked it to the side.
Upstairs, my room was low lit with candles by the bed and the smell of incense hung in the air like its own entity. I shut the door behind me as a slow jazz tune came on the stereo and sauntered toward the bed, making the floor my stage. I placed my foot on the bed where it was indenting in from a sitting body weight and leaned forward for the first kiss of the night. I was met with sudden, uncontrollable coughing instead, the incense invading nostrils to the point of near suffocation, and a head-on collision. Holding a hand to my head, I put out the incense and returned to the bed, desperate to get us back in the mood. I kissed a forehead, a cheek, the side of a neck, and finally lips and we were back.
As the kissing continued, clothing articles started to fly through the room. A shirt here, a skirt there, and pretty soon we were down to our underwear. Next, fingers grasped at my bra, tearing and tugging, unable to get it off. I replaced the fingers with my own, attempting to unhook the clasp, but it seemed to be stuck. I arched my back and gave a hard tug, consequently landing me on the floor. The pain in my backside was not as big as the bruise to my ego, but I pulled myself back up to my feet and my bra was finally beginning to be pulled down the length of my body. When it got to my underwear, though, the stubborn clasp continued to cause problems as it stuck to the back of my underwear. At last, my lingerie was stripped of me until we were both lying naked in bed.
We laughed to ourselves and I thought back over the ridiculous amount of planning I had put into the night only to have it take half an hour to get into bed. Regardless, we got there and there was nothing else in the way. The clothing boundary had been removed, we were both used to the incense, and we were where we wanted to be. I smiled as I threw back the sheet and my lips met skin again. I felt like I was in a trance. My body felt light, the recently extinguished incense still invaded my head, and I could have sworn, just for a second, that I smelt something other than the incense burning. I felt warm, hot, actually, and the room seemed to get brighter even though there was no longer a candle on the night stand.