The Night of Their First Time
Pedro looked into Lisa's eyes, his fingers gently tracing her cheek. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lisa nodded, her heart racing with both anticipation and love. "Yes, Pedro. I want this. I want you."
A deep emotion flickered in his eyes before he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His hands traveled down her back, pulling her closer, while Lisa's fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the moment. Their bodies pressed together as warmth spread between them, igniting a fire neither of them wanted to extinguish.
Pedro was gentle, savoring every touch, every kiss, every gasp that escaped Lisa's lips. He worshipped her with slow, deliberate movements, making sure she felt loved and cherished. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one.
Lisa surrendered to him completely, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. It wasn't just about desire—it was about love, trust, and the deep bond they had built over the past months. The moment was intimate, breathtaking, and unforgettable.
The Next Morning
Sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies. Lisa stirred, feeling Pedro's strong arms wrapped around her. She sighed in contentment, nestling closer.
Pedro chuckled, his lips brushing against her shoulder. "Morning, beautiful."
Lisa turned to face him, her eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with love. "Morning, handsome."
He kissed her softly before murmuring against her lips, "I don't think I'm done with you yet."
A shiver ran down Lisa's spine as Pedro's hands explored her once more, reigniting the passion from the night before. Their bodies tangled again, this time with a familiar ease, as they surrendered to their desires once more. It was slow, deep, and filled with whispered confessions of love.
Afterward, they shared a warm shower, laughter echoing in the bathroom as Pedro playfully rubbed soap on Lisa's nose.
"You're impossible," she giggled, flicking water at him.
"And you love it," he teased, pulling her in for another kiss.
Downstairs
When they finally made their way downstairs, hand in hand, they were met with whistles and knowing smirks from Pedro's friends.
"Well, well, well… Look who finally decided to join us," one of them teased, flipping a pancake in the air.
Lisa felt her cheeks heat up, but Pedro just smirked, pulling out a chair for her.
"Good morning to you too," Pedro said, unfazed.
"Or should we say good afternoon?" another friend joked, causing laughter to erupt around the table.
Lisa rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed a slice of toast. The table was filled with greasy breakfast food—eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, and even leftover barbecue from the night before.
Angela and Anna shot Lisa mischievous glances, and before she could even take a bite, Angela leaned in. "You owe us details."
Lisa smirked and took a sip of her juice, dragging out the moment.
Pedro shook his head and chuckled, pulling Lisa closer. "Your friends are nosey, babe."
Lisa laughed. "I know, right?"
At the Windhoek Festival
After breakfast, they all decided to attend the Windhoek Festival. The atmosphere was electric—music blared from speakers, people danced, and food stalls lined the streets. Lisa and Pedro walked hand in hand, stealing kisses in between games and rides.
Angela and Anna were off somewhere with their boyfriends, while Pedro's friends were challenging each other at drinking games.
The day was perfect.
As the sun set and the festival lights illuminated the night, they all eventually decided to go their separate ways.
Before getting into a taxi, Angela gave Lisa one last look. "We will talk later."
Anna nodded. "You can't escape, babe."
Lisa simply smiled, while Pedro chuckled beside her.
"I think you're in trouble," Pedro teased.
Lisa sighed dramatically. "I know."
They both laughed as the taxi drove off, leaving behind a night full of memories and the beginning of something even deeper between them.