We both waved goodbye as my parents pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street leaving us alone for the night. It was gonna be me and my girlfriend of 3 years, Emily. We’d spent the night alone together before, and on few occasions had slept over at the others house for whatever reason it was at the time, but tonight would be special. Tonight we were planning on celebrating our three year anniversary.

Tonight, we were gonna have sex.

I know people have had sex in what could be measured as infinitely less time than we are, but we both wanted to make this special. We were both ready, and we both trusted and loved each other enough to finally “do it”.

As we saw the car disappear into the distance we both turned and looked at each other before embracing in a deep kiss. Once she pulled back from it to look at me I wanted to pick her up right then and there and carry her up to my room.

Unfortunately, I’m not in shape. I’m actually far from it. I’m 5’8″ and weigh 240 pounds, or at least I did last time I checked. I’ve always been insecure about my weight, and that’s one of the reasons I love Emily. She never made me feel uncomfortable about it.

Once she pulled back from the kiss I took her hand in mine and led her into the house. It was only 4:30 p.m. and the sun was still up, so we decided to watch a movie to kill some time. This, unbeknownst to her, was perfect, as earlier in the day I’d set my room up with candles that would look better lit at night rather than late afternoon.

We settled on the couch snuggled next to each other as we channel surfed to find a movie. We finally settled on some chick flick that I knew shed wanted to see. She was paying attention to the movie, but I was paying attention to her.

She was absolutely gorgeous. She was 5’6″ and weighed somewhere between 170 and 190. She has a natural bleach blonde hair color which only accents her skin complexion.