Resolution Pact: First Kiss

“You’ll see a few movie stars tonight.” I nodded and smiled when the car pulled up to the curb.

My business ventures at Remington Aeronautics didn’t leave me rubbing shoulders with movie stars, but I went to college on the west coast and attended a lot of parties. I ran into a few friends once we arrived and introduced them to Brittany. I could tell she was starstruck, but she hid it well. We spent several hours at the party, and while it was a lot of fun, I was getting somewhat exhausted. I spotted Brittany trying to suppress a yawn. It was the middle of the night in Los Angeles, but the sun would be coming up soon in New York.

“We should probably get a hotel for the night.” I looked at my watch.

“A—hotel?” She swallowed hard.

“Don’t worry; I’ll get one with two beds.” I winked at her and took her hand as I started to stand.

I called around until I found a hotel with a suite available and gave my driver the address. It was a luxury hotel with a shopping center in the lobby. Brittany seemed to get her second wind when she saw the stores, but we were both pretty exhausted. I did need a few things though, so I led her into one of the stores before we headed up to our room.

“You should probably pick out some pajamas and a change of clothes.” I motioned to the ladies section. “I’m going to do the same.”

“I can’t afford any of this stuff.” She peeked at a price tag, and I saw her eyes open wide.

“Get whatever you want, it’s on me.” I chuckled and headed to the men's section.

I was finished shopping first, so I paid for my items and told the woman at the register to charge everything Brittany picked out to my card. A few minutes later she walked out with a bag, and we headed to the elevators. The suite had several rooms, so I hoped it would give her enough privacy. She would even have her bathroom.

“I should be so tired right now…” She looked at her watch.

“Yeah, I was feeling pretty exhausted at the party, but I’ve got my second wind now.” I chuckled and shrugged. “The suite has a mini-bar, and if you’re hungry, we can get room service.”

“I think I’ve had enough alcohol for one night—whoa.” She blinked as I opened the door to the suite. “This place is huge!”

“It’s—acceptable.” I laughed and closed the door once we were inside.

“Which room is mine?” She looked around, continuing to take in the sights with a look of amazement on her face.

“You choose. I don’t care.” I shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I need to change into something that’s a lot more comfortable than heels and a dress.” She started walking towards the closest room.

“Sure thing.” I nodded and dropped my bag next to one of the other rooms.

I didn’t eat anything in New York, and now I’m starving. Hopefully, she’ll be up for some food.

I grabbed a bag of peanuts and a beer from the mini-bar. Peanuts weren’t going to curb my appetite much, but they’d do until we could get something brought up. I was so hungry that I could have ordered everything on the menu at that point. The door to Brittany’s room opened, and I turned my head, expecting to see her wearing a set of pajamas that didn’t show a tiny bit of skin—instead, my jaw nearly hit the floor.

Holy shit—is that lingerie!?

Brittany walked towards me, and it was like something out of a dream—a perfect dream. She was wearing a red lingerie top that barely had enough fabric to cover her nipples, a pair of red panties with the front and back held together by little more than a thread, and the entire ensemble was practically see-through. I blinked a couple of times in surprise, just trying to make sure that I wasn’t so tired that I imagined it.

“You—didn’t get pajamas.” I swallowed hard.

“I didn’t think I would need them.” She smiled and bit down on her bottom lip. “I can change back into my dress if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No…” I shook my head back and forth quickly. “This doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

Except for my cock, it’s about to burst through the front of my pants.

A few minutes earlier

Stacy’s message

was still playing in my head when I walked into the store and started looking at the selection. I never thought I would be the kind of girl that considered having sex with someone on the first date, but Bradley was practically irresistible—and we weren’t even on a date. The way he kissed me—it set my body on fire. I was barely able to push his hand away when he tried to put it under my dress in the back seat of the car.

I decided to go for it. 2019 was going to be my year. There was a chance I would never see Bradley again once we got back to New York and I would always have a lingering question in my mind—what if? What if I just let go of my inhibitions and trusted what I felt? What if the man who set my thoughts on fire wanted more, and I was too scared to give in? It was time for me to stop being the girl that had never been kissed—and give myself to the man that had flown me across the country to plant his lips on mine at midnight.