Does she know how nervous I am? Is she feeling the same jitters? Does she know how much I want her? Does she know how much I've thought about this night?

I think so. I think she knows. I see it in the dance of her eyes, and I hear it in the undertones in her voice. But still, I have so many questions. So many questions, and I can't help but wonder.

I wonder what she'll want me to do.

I wonder how she'll react.

I wonder what she likes.

I wonder.

Will she want me to undress her? Will she want me to unbutton her blouse, kissing down her neck and chest with each unpopped button? Will she sit on the bed as I remove her shoes? Will she lift her hips as I pull down her panties? Will she chuckle as I struggle with the clasp of her bra?

After I remove her clothes, will she want me to fold them and place them on a chair? Or hang them neatly in my closet? Or scatter them forgotten on the floor?

Will she huddle under the covers while I undress? Or will her nostrils flare as she watches me tear off my clothes? Will her eyes drop for a mere millisecond to my stiffened penis, then rise quickly back up to my eyes, a blush shining on her cheeks? Or will she stare at my cock with unabashed lust, licking her lips and fondling her cunt?

I wonder.

Will she sigh as I crawl to her side and place my hand over her breast? Or will she shout and laugh as I jump right on top of her, grabbing her hips and pulling her up against me?

Will we kiss and stare into each other's eyes? Will we kiss and pet? Will we kiss and squeeze each other tight? Will we kiss and squirm against each other?

I wonder.

Will she want me to make love to her hands? Will she want me to kiss the center of her palm? Will she want me rub the pads on the heel of her hand? Or will she want me to stroke her wrist? And which part of her fingers will be most sensitive? The tips? The base? The backs? The insides?

Will she want me to hold her foot in my lap while I push my thumbs into her sole? Will she want to feel my fingertips flicking along her inside ankle as lightly as can be? Will she want me to stroke the top of her foot with my open palm? Or will she want me to suck her toes, running my tongue all around while she wiggles her little piggies and giggles?

I wonder.

Will she want me to massage her calf on my way up to that soft spot behind her knee? Will she want me to lick her there, to taste the twinge of her sweet sweat? Will she want me to kiss the backs of her thighs, back and forth, left and right, on a slow journey higher? Will her legs twitch with each gentle touch of my lips?

Will her breathing quicken as I urge her thighs apart? Will she open herself up timidly, with a trembling hand draped across her thigh? Or will she spread herself eagerly, confident that I will love her cunt?

I wonder.

Will she want me to kiss around the perimeter of her pubic hair? Or should I lick? Or suck? Will she want me to tug the kinky hairs with my teeth? Will she want my fingers to burrow through the curls? Will she want me to ease her pussy apart with my thumbs? Will she let me rub my nose through her open folds?