Keys to My Heart

As the night turned into early morning, and the party continued to rock, Simon excused himself and left the room. Keys felt bereft as he walked out of the door, as if she had just lost something very special to her, and was quite relieved when he returned just a short while later.

He asked Keys to dance with him, telling her he had just requested a special song for her. She was surprised, but happy, and gladly agreed to dance with him; she so desperately wanted to feel what it was like to be in his arms.

His choice of songs surprised her; it was a special slow drag by artist James Brown, entitled “Please, Please, Please.” Simon gently took her by the arm, walked her out of the room, but not far from the bedroom door, placed her back against the wall, and then placed his hand on her voluptuous hips, and they slow dragged, rocking gently together in unison.

As they rocked to the slow rhythm, Keys closed her eyes and drifted off into a fantasy world, pretending that Simon was her man and she his woman. She felt so comfortable and at home in his arms, it was as if she belonged there, and she desperately wanted him to kiss her, but could only hope that he would read her mind, since she couldn't be forward enough to invite him to do so. She so wanted to experience what it would feel like to kiss his lips.

With her eyes still closed, she visualized his face in her mind; the high, intelligent forehead, those dreamy eyes, the pecan colored flawless skin that had no trace of pimples… She let out a little sigh as her mind recalled that sexy smiling mouth with those lips that she so wanted to kiss. Damn, but his teeth are sooo white and pretty, thought Keys.

Her mind was scattered all about; she could not think straight. Inside she felt like Cinderella at the ball, dancing with Prince Charming, but she maintained a cool exterior, pretending to be blasé about it all, and followed his lead.

But Simon could tell that Keys felt the same thing he was feeling as he held her like the precious cargo she was. Soon, they were so close that not even air passed between them.

Simon was six years her senior and definitely more experienced in life, and Keys wondered how her mother would handle the situation if something were to develop between her and Simon, and she desperately hoped something would.

Keys was a virgin, and although she had fantasized about losing her virginity to someone special, this was the first time she had actually seen that someone in person. Even on this short acquaintance she felt she would definitely not mind give up her most prized possession to this man.

They continued to dance, glued together and floating in paradise. Keys didn't want it to end, but all too soon the song came to an end. The feeling of disappointment was overwhelming, but short-lived.

Suddenly, to Keys surprise and delight she realized that although the song had ended, Simon had not let her go, and more than that, she could feel his lips brush against her cheek with a feather-light touch. Without conscious thought or effort, Keys angled her face so that her lips met his.

Simon felt her unspoken invitation and took full advantage. His lips pressed hard against hers, and Keys parted her own lips in order to give him full access. His tongue darted between her parted lips while one hand lightly caressed her cheek.

"Oh my God!” thought Keys. This was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life before. Her stomach lurched as if she was riding a roller coaster and her heart beat as if it wanted to jump right out of her chest. Her legs felt like Jell-O, and if he hadn't been holding her so tightly she would have collapsed.

Meanwhile the next tune had started but Keys had not even noticed. When Simon finally pulled out of the kiss and started to sway to the music she felt so weak that she had to ask him to allow them to sit the next song out.

They returned to the bedroom and Keys, on her shaky Jell-o like legs, collapsed with relief onto one of the beds, and Simon flopped down beside her. He took her hands and began playing with her fingers, while he told her how much he liked her and that he wanted her more than anything right now.

At fifteen and a half years old, Keys was young and inexperienced, but by no means naïve. She was more mature than others her own age, but was she ready for this? And in any case, how many other girls had Simon said those very same words to before?

She kept her thoughts private but decided to just enjoy the attention she was getting without committing herself to anything. It was prudent to `take time to know him'. Still, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment.