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| Ok... this is Nate & Serena' FIRST TIME according to the books... highlight to read:
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Long after Blair had signed off, Nate stood in his little weed garden behind the boat barn, looking at the small black phone in his hand. he was baked after smoking the first two joints of his very own homegrown pot. It wasn't the best stuff in the world - it hurt his throat and gave him the shakes. But that thing that Blair said about Serena had shaken him up even more. He'd barely seen Serena since they were in Sun Valley together. Even then, they hadn't really hung out. And, as it turned out, it was Serena who was the romantic, the one who talked about kissing. The one who had kissed him first.
"I could just kiss you forever," she'd whispered to him in the dark in her bed on Valentine's Day. Those words were more powerful than anything he has ever smoked. And the craving he had right now for the sound of her voice, her soft breath on his skin, the honeysuckle scene of her lush blond hair, the way her lips moved against his, the feel of her long, lean body beneath his hands, was stronger than any craving he ever had.
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He'd been in the city for two days before he finally called. He didn't want to be stoned when he talked to her or stoned when he saw her, and it taken him that long to get it out of his system. Not that he had a clear head. He was shaking all over, partly from withdrawal but mostly because he couldn't wait to see her get off that train.
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Nate cracked open a beer and handed it to Serena, who took it eagerly. Her eyelids and cheeks had a sultry, sweaty sheen that was better than makeup. Nate tried not to look at her. He'd been trying not to look at her all the way home in the cab. Instead, he stared out at the tall, colorless buildings on Park Avenue like a tourist. He knew if he had looked at her - really looked - they wouldn't have made it home without taking her clothes off.
But now they were home.
"Christ, it's hot," Nate observed. He took a swig of beer and put the bottle down on the flagstone beneath his feet. Then he tugged up on the hem of his white polo shirt and pulled it off over his head. He tossed it on the ground and flexed his nicely toned back muscles as he picked up his beer again and took another swig.
Serena stared at the smatterings of adorable golden brown freckles that danced across his muscled shoulders. There she was with Nate, Nate, Nate, her Natie, back behind his house where they'd played since they were little kids. She'd tied an imaginary rope around her hands to keep from grabbing him and throwing him down on the flagstones. Nate wasn't hers to grab, she reminded herself. But the rope felt so flimsy, she could break it anytime. Of course Nate was hers. He'd always been hers.
"It is hot," she giggled. springing to her feet shimmying towards the Venus de Milo in an attempt to switch channels. She danced right out of her pink flip-flops and climbed into the fountain, getting completely soaked as she perched precariously on Venus's lap. The cold water felt totally amazing, exactly what she needed.
And she looked amazing in it - a real, live, in-the-flesh goddess. Nate stood up, put his beer down the bench, and dashed into the fountain after her.
"Hi," Serena greeted him, grabbing his arm so he wouldn't slip and crack his skull on the marble. Water beaded on Nate's tanned perfect chest. They stood together for several awestruck minutes under the two little burbling steams of cold water, gazing into each other's eyes. Finding themselves together in the fountain behind Nate's house on a hot August afternoon was so predictable yet so surprising, it was like they were acting out a dream and making up the parts they couldn't remember.
Serena tightened her grip on Nate's arms and pulled him toward her. She kissed him softly on the lips and then quickly pulled away, her face flushed. Her light blue slip dress was soaked. Nate's pants were soaked. What were they doing? "Sorry," she apologized, removing a strand of wet pale blond hair from her cheek.
Nate grabbed her hand and laced her fingers through hers. "It's okay. Don't stop. I don't want you to stop." He kissed her perfect cheek, and then her perfect nose, and then her perfect lips, and then her perfect neck, and then her lips again.
And they didn't stop. They kept going, kissing like mad and yanking the rest of each other's clothes off. It was kind of embarrassing to be outside in front of the security cameras, though, and besides, the fountain was kind of small and wet and there was no place to lie down.
"Let's go upstairs," Nate murmured, picking Serena up in his strong arms before she could even answer.
As if in a dream - the most glorious dream she had ever dreamt - Serena allowed Nate to carry her inside the house and up the elegant red-carpeted staircase. She was done being a martyr. Nate wanted her and she wanted him. End of story.
Actually, this is just the beginning.
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Nate carried Serena up two flights of stairs to his parent's bedroom. Her dress was in the fountain - a soaking ball of blue silk. So were his pants and his belt. There wasn't much left to take off. He settled her gently on top of the golden yellow Italian cotton coverlet and lay down next to her, admiring the glow of her smooth skin in the rays of late summer sun beaming through the skylight overhead. Serena turned his head and pressed her forehead into his. "I could just kiss you forever," she murmured, her lips brushing his. "But I don't want to just kiss."
They looked into each other's eyes with an excited intensity that only excited them even more. This was it: the thing that that neither of them had ever done before was about to happen, and in the most perfect way - with each other.
Nate pulled Serena close. "I love you," he said loudly, because he wanted the whole city to hear it.
"I love you," she replied even louder. Then she erupted into exciting giggles and began tearing his white cotton boxers off with long, graceful, overeager fingers, followed by her won fountain-soaked underwear. She tossed the soggy undergarments across the room and the landed on the floor by the door.
**it goes on to describe how they put on the condoms for safety**
How fun, how right, to be doing the scariest thing for a girl to do for the first time with her best friend, the boy she'd loved forever. Her Nate. There was nothing really scary about it. It was exactly the way it was supposed to be.
He brushed his nose against hers. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Yes," Serena nodded, pressing her body against his. She'd never been more sure of anything. "Please" she added with a giggle, because it was pretty obvious that he wanted it too.
So they did it. And the fun part was watching each other's faces, because they both looked so scared and happy and surprised. Serena could not stop laughing. it hurt, it did, but not in the way she'd thought. It was still so much fun, because Nate was so sweet. He didn't want it to hurt, and everytime she flinched he just kissed the hurt away. She loved him so much, hurt was the wrong word. There were no words for how it felt. It was like getting the present she wanted for such a long, long time and finding out it was better than she had anticipated. It was amazing. He was amazing.
Nate couldn't believe he got to this for the first time with the most beautiful girl in the universe. He was damned glad he waited, because nothing could top this. He loved Serena so badly it made him feel like he was going to explode. He couldn't stop smiling and laughing and looking at her. It was amazing. She was amazing.
And their bodies were amazing, the way they fit together and knew instinctively what to do. It was like this was somehow preordained. They'd been built for each other, created to be together, like two pieces created for a model sailboat.
Click!
They weren't laughing anymore because there wasn't anything funny. They just held each other, shivering at the thrill of being closer than they'd ever been before, sharing something they didn't know existed, something they'd keep with them forever.
Eventually, they dozed off in each other's arms. Nate woke up first. It was nighttime now. The stars had come out in the skylight overhead. Without thinking on what he was doing, he reached for the remote on his father's bedside table and switched on the TV. It was tuned to the History Channel, and the narrator for the documentary about Moses, who sounded an awful lot like Serena's friend Isabel Coates's dad, said in an incredibly loud voice, "Moses saw no alternative but to part the Red Sea so the he and his people could cross it."
Jesus, it was loud. Nate had forgotten his father was practically deaf. He pressed the volume button over and over to soften it, but Serena's long eyelashes were already fluttering open against his chest. She lfited her head and grinned at him. "You parted my Red Sea!"
They both snorted, erupting into giddy giggles until they were howling with laughter. It was kind of a gross analogy but pretty funny too. They wrestled with each other under the covers, their bodies sleek with sweat. Soon they were kissing, unable to stop, and before they knew it, he was parting her Red Sea once more.
There they go again, making history.
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