Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Date Night


Summary: Sooner or later, love will find a way


Keywords: fic,first time, virginity,erotic







   "So, are you gonna kiss him tonight?" Aimee's eyes sparkled with
excitement.  Her youthful face was alight with a playful joy as she lay on
the bed, clutching a frilly pillow under her still developing breasts.

   Tricia watched her through the mirror as she finished the last touches
to her make-up.  "Of course.  Jake's been my boyfriend for over a year now.
It's not like we've never even kissed."

   "I know you have.  I saw you kiss him goodbye on the porch!" It was a
secret Aimee had been dying to reveal, and her playful smile became a
full-fledged, knowing grin.

   "Oh, you little snoop!" Tricia replied in mock indignation, and threw a
hand-full of cotton balls toward her sister.  Screaming in girlish delight,
Aimee ducked and vainly tried to protect herself from the hail of fuzzy
balls that rained down over her.  It was a hopeless attempt though, and the
flurry of soft projectiles bounced all around her head and shoulders.

   Having reasserted her primacy, Tricia smiled in triumph as she turned
back toward her mirror, feeling confident that she had restored the
rightful order of things between her and her little sister.  "You're just
jealous because you still have two years before Mom and Dad will let you go
on a real date."

   "No, I don't," Aimee retorted sharply.  "I'll be eighteen in a year and
a half!"

   "Oh!  Well, a year and a half.  I guess that makes all the difference,"
Tricia replied with all the contempt she could muster.  Then, returning to
her usual, superior tone, added, "Besides, It won't matter anyway if you
still don't have a boyfriend by then, will it?"

   The two sisters shared this same type of banter everyday and Tricia
waited for Aimee's next retort, but it never came.  Noting her sudden
silence, Tricia snuck a peek at her younger sister through the mirror and
watched as Aimee's rebellious smile faded into the familiar frown she often
wore when confronted by the comparative limitations of her age.  The quiet
defeat on Aimee's face was all the proof Tricia needed to know that her
comments had struck home.

   Tricia made a show of smiling in satisfaction at her sister, but the
truth was she understood how Aimee felt.  Their parents were very strict on
the subject of boys, and when Tricia was Aimee's age, she was never allowed
to spend much time alone with them either.  Even when she turned seventeen,
and they finally had to accept that she had a real boyfriend in Jake, they
never allowed her to go out with him at night unless there was an available
adult to escort them.

   Thankfully, that changed when she turned eighteen.  Now, as she was at
least nominally an adult, she and Jake could finally go out unescorted. 
Tricia was well aware that her parents still weren't really happy about it,
but she had grown into a young woman and they couldn't keep her at home
forever.

   Not that there weren't some rules though.  Her parents had been very
clear on that fact.  They expected her to keep her phone with her at all
times, and to call if she wasn't going to be home at a reasonable hour. 
What it really came down to was that they understood, even if reluctantly,
that she was old enough now to make her own decisions about sex.  For
Tricia, the most poignant moment of all came when her mother advised her to
get on the pill, or some other form of birth control, 'just in case'.  Not
that she was going to tell any of that to her sixteen-year-old runt of a
sister.

   For her part, Aimee wasn't quite done needling her just yet, and
Tricia's thoughts were brought back to the present when her sister's
devious smile returned.  "Do you let him touch your boobies, Tricia?  I bet
you do!  I bet you've let him touch you a bunch of times!"

   "Aimee!" Tricia yelled with a startled hush, and quickly spun around on
her stool.  "What's the matter with you?  You shouldn't be saying such
things!  What if Mom or Dad hear you?"

   Aimee's eyes lit up as her sister's reaction gave away the truth, and
she went on uncontrollably.  "You did let him, didn't you?  Oh my gosh!  I
knew it!  Did you let him get under your bra?"

   "Aimee, shut it!" Tricia said through clenched teeth, and threatened to
throw the entire box of cotton balls at her.  Aimee barely even noticed the
threat and stared, wide-eyed at her until Tricia felt a deep crimson cover
her cheeks.

   They had always been very close.  Even as kids, Tricia had never been
able to lie to Aimee.  Now, it seemed her little sister had read her so
easily that she felt like the word 'slut' was written on her back.  All of
her teenage angst and insecurities began rushing back, until she remembered
she was an adult now and didn't have to pretend to be a little girl
anymore. Holding her head high, Tricia turned and gave her sister a
purposefully disdainful look.

   "So what if I've let him touch me?" she asked with more confidence than
she actually felt, "I happen to have very nice boobs, and I'm happy that
Jake likes to touch them." She made a point of adjusting her full breasts
in her bra as she spoke, and then cupped them in her hands.  "I like my
breasts, and it's not my fault yours are so much smaller."

   Aimee looked down at her own smaller titties and then smiled brightly.
"That's okay, Tricia.  Mine are still growing and will probably be nicer
than yours soon anyway!"

   As it had always happened, Aimee's mirthful smile broke the tension, and
Tricia couldn't help but laugh with her.  "Yeah, you wish!  I'm surprised
you ever got out of your training bra."

   Aimee smiled happily, but then suddenly grew serious again, and her
voice became a low whisper.  "Tricia, are you going to...  you know, do it
with him?"

   The question struck Tricia cold, and the mood in the room was completely
transformed.  Unlike the needling banter they shared earlier, Tricia could
see how very serious Aimee's interest was.  The truth was that she and Jake
had tried doing it once after class six months earlier.  That they hadn't
consummated the attempt was only because it had hurt her a lot, and scared
them both so much that they hadn't even thought about trying it again.

   It was only a matter of time before they made love.  Tricia knew how
badly Jake wanted sex, and the truth was she wanted it as badly as he did.
She knew the next time he tried, she probably wouldn't say no.  The
decision to make love to him had been hard though, and as Tricia again
struggled with the thought, Aimee guessed the truth.

   "You already have, haven't you?" Aimee whispered in awe.

   Tricia barely nodded her head, feeling far too embarrassed to actually
admit it out loud.

   "Wow!  What was it like?  Was it wonderful?  Oh, my gosh!  I bet it was!
You have to tell me!" Aimee was terribly excited and seemed barely able to
control herself.  Still, she managed to keep her voice to a low whisper,
knowing, as siblings do, that there are some things that were not meant to
be shared with their parents.

   "No, it hurt and I was so scared." Tricia replied honestly and was
actually relieved she could finally talk about it.  "But Jake was so sweet
about everything.  He wasn't angry when I made him stop.  He just held me
in his arms and told me we could wait as long as I needed.  Gosh, Aimee. 
That he would be so patient meant the world to me.  That's when I knew he
loved me.  We haven't tried to do it since."

   "Oh, my gosh, Tricia.  Are you gonna do it again?"

   "Yeah, probably.  Eventually.  I don't know.  I know Jake wants to and
really, I guess I do too."

   Tricia's phone chimed and she checked the incoming text.  "That's Jake.
He's here so I gotta run, squirt."

   Aimee watched in awe as her sister rushed out of the room, thoroughly
impressed by how beautiful and grown up she looked.  "Wow," she said aloud
with only the empty room listening.

   ***

   Jake's mouth went dry as Tricia emerged from the house.  Poised and
graceful, she seemed to float down the walk as she made her way toward his
car.

   He was in awe of her, and had been since they first met.  Though she
could be quite shy, she had a way of looking sexy even in the most
conservative of clothing.  That night, she looked absolutely stunning.

   Her simple blue dress, cut around mid thigh, exposed just enough of her
trim legs to take his breath away.  The dress itself was cut low in front,
and revealed just a hint of cleavage.  The way it hugged her waist made his
heart race.

   "You look beautiful today, Trish," he said as she slipped into the
passenger seat next to him.

   "Aw, thank you, Jake."

   Her usual, bubbly exuberance seemed to fill the car as she leaned over
and kissed him on the cheek.  "I'll give you a better kiss later," she
promised with a playful whisper.  "I don't want to make a scene right in
front of the house."

   Jake smiled and sighed as he put the car into drive.  He was used to her
being coy around her home, and besides, the moist residue from her lips
felt wonderful on his cheek.  The hand she casually left on his thigh felt
even better, and he quickly became hard in his jeans as she settled in next
to him.  Once she was safely belted in, he pulled away, already knowing
that this would be a special night.

   Tricia felt happy and contented as he drove down the highway.  They
chatted pleasantly as the minutes passed.  They were in no particular hurry
to get anywhere, and his path seemed to weave aimlessly through the city
streets.  Often they spent time like this, driving while they spoke, with
no apparent goal other than to enjoy each others company.

   Sometimes she secretly wished he would find a secluded spot for them to
park so they could kiss and make out.  She had dreamed of someday making
love to him in the backseat of his car.  It wasn't exactly the perfect
place for her to finally give herself to him, but at their age, finding a
place to truly be alone was almost impossible.  The idea filled her with a
mix of excitement and trepidation, but she knew that when he finally
decided to make her his own, she would gladly agree.

   It was a wonderful dream, and as the street lamps raced by, she became
lost in lurid thoughts of him holding her and kissing her breasts.  Maybe
it was because of her conversation with Aimee, but the longing she felt for
him was especially strong that night.  Her heart raced at the thought of
him pressing her into the seat, and for a moment, she drifted off into a
daydream of erotic fantasies.  Those desires to be touched and made love to
had been playing and replaying in her mind for months, and were now so
strong that for a brief moment, she lost track of where she was.

   "Trish?" The sound of her name snapped her out of her fantasy with an
embarrassing suddenness.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, Jake.  I got distracted.  What did you say?"

   "I was asking you what you wanted to do tonight."

   'If you only knew!' Tricia blushed and bit her bottom lip in an effort
to conceal the smile that played over her ruby lips.  "Um, I don't know,"
she replied nervously.  "I'm up for anything you want to do."

   'Oh, my God!  Did I just say that?' Tricia squirmed in her seat,
instantly regretting that particular choice of words.  The smile she'd been
repressing forced its way across her face, and her cheeks went from flushed
red to burning crimson.

   Fortunately, Jake seemed completely oblivious to her discomfort.  "We
could get dinner at RJ's and then maybe take a walk in Hickson Park.  It's
going to be a beautiful night, and I'll be happy doing anything as long as
you're with me."

   'Always the charmer,' she thought pleasantly as she absently continued
to caress his thigh.  "Oh, that's so sweet of you to say, Jake.  I do love
walking alongside the lake there.  We could stop and get some crackers to
throw to the ducks.  It would be wonderfully romantic, just you and me
under the moon.  We've waited so long to be able to be alone and enjoy each
other's company like that."

   It was a wonderful idea, but she still felt a pang of disappointment. 
Walking by the lake may not have been the night of her dreams, but those
dreams could wait, as long as they were together.

   Jake did miss her subtle hint, but then his mind was no less distracted
than hers was.  The soft touch of Tricia's hand on his thigh was sending
chills racing through him.  He wanted her so badly he could only pray that
her touch wasn't as innocent as it appeared.  Outwardly, he remained calm,
but he very much hoped it meant something more.

   The thing was, he had timed this conversation carefully, and just as the
silence separating what they both wanted from what they dared admit began
to grow, he pulled into the parking lot of the Kensington Hotel and Casino.


   The Kensington was new and grand with its Art Deco exterior and
beautiful, multi-colored lighting.  It advertised itself as catering
specifically to couples seeking a romantic getaway, and Jake knew that it
offered the perfect setting for their first true night together.

   Tricia's gaze flowed over the opulent grounds and beautiful statuary
surrounding the hotel, wondering why he had chosen to stop here.  "Are we
going to the buffet?  I thought you wanted to go to RJ's for dinner?"

   "Well, we still could, I guess." he replied, as he found a place to
park. Then he took her hand from his thigh and held it in his.  "It's just
that I was hoping we could have room service for dinner tonight."

   "Room service?  But for that we would need..." Her voice dried up and
became a squeak as the realization of what he meant sank in.

   "We would need a room," he finished for her, and held up a plastic key
card with the Hotel's name emblazoned across the top.  "It's a corner suite
on the twenty-seventh floor, Trish.  I know you wanted our first night
together to be special, and I do too.  I want this to be a night worthy of
you."

   "Gosh, Jake.  A suite?  This must have cost you a fortune.  I don't know
what to say!"

   "It really wasn't that expensive, and we don't have to go in if you
aren't ready." Then he kissed her hand.  "It's just that we've waited so
long for this chance, and I think you know how much I want to make love to
you.  So, I'm asking you, Tricia Moore, will you join me in our own,
private room?"

   With a tear in her eye, Tricia leaned over the seat and kissed him
tenderly.  "Yes, Jake.  I will."

   It felt like a dream to walk through the lobby with him, and Tricia
silently thanked him for having the foresight of already having the key. 
She felt like everyone in the hotel knew she and Jake were there to have
sex, and Tricia would have died of embarrassment if she'd had to face the
desk clerk.

   Jake held her hand tightly as he led her to the elevator.  Thankfully,
it was empty when the doors slid silently open.  Once inside, he kissed
her, letting her feel his desire for her through the heat of his lips. 
"Mmm, that's nice," she cooed, as they parted.

   "I think so too," he replied, and kissed her again.

   Tricia might have become lost in his eyes right then, if not for the
musical ping of the doors sliding away.

   "This is our floor." The words were mundane enough, but spoken by him,
they carried a greater significance than any she had ever heard.

   Finally being alone with Jake, with no chance of being seen or
interrupted by anyone, was a completely new feeling for Tricia.  When they
tried to have sex before, it was a hurried affair in his bedroom while his
parents were out.  The possibility of being caught was low, but it still
hung over her like an unbearable weight.  Even through the heat of desire
she'd felt at the time, she worried terribly that they might be discovered.


   Now, with her parents' tacit consent and the assured privacy of their
own room, the reality of what they were doing settled in.  Tricia was so
nervous she could barely breathe.  She was there with him, not merely to
fuck, but rather to make love for the very first time, and her heart was
beating in her chest so fast she could almost hear its insistent thrum.

   Jake sensed her mood and took her hand in his, entwining his fingers
through hers.  Casting his gaze downward as his fingertips softly caressed
hers, he saw as much as felt the tremble in her hand.  "Are you scared?" he
inquired in barely more than a whisper.

   Tricia nodded quickly.  The pristine and youthful beauty of her face
glowed, as a nervous smile formed on her lips.  "Yeah, a little.  I've
waited for so long for this night, Jake.  I want this; I want you so badly
it hurts.  I just want our first, real time, to be perfect."

   Jake nuzzled his cheek on hers.  "It's okay to be scared, Trish.  I am
too.  I planned all of this so carefully, but now it seems unreal somehow.
If you aren't ready, I'll understand.  I don't want this unless it's really
what you want.  I can wait another week or a month, or until next year. 
You are what matters to me.  Nothing else." He kissed her cheek, softly,
reassuring her with his touch.

   Tricia's face lit even brighter, and her fingers tightened on his as if
she feared he'd pull away.  "You're scared too?" A single tear formed in
her eye as she looked into his.  Seeing the adoration in his eyes meant the
world to her, and a surge of warmth filled her breast as his hand came up
and carefully brushed the tear from her cheek.

   When Jake nodded and smiled, she leaned toward him and brushed her lips
on his.  "That means a lot to me, Jake.  I don't know why, but it does.  Do
you think we can just kiss a little and see how we feel?"

   Jake gently cupped her face in his hand and kissed her as tenderly as
she had him.  "Of course.  Why don't we order dinner?  We have all night to
decide."

   With another kiss, Tricia melted into him, cuddling her smaller body
against him as they sat on the bed.  He kissed her again, tenderly, and she
sighed as his arms slipped around her waist.  Never before had she felt so
safe and comforted as she did in his embrace.  His hands felt warm and
strong, and she longed for him to explore her body.

   His kisses were soft and tender, and she loved the way he gently sucked
on her lip.  When his tongue brushed hers, she accepted it into her mouth
without reservation.  It was intensely passionate, yet their excitement
remained tempered by their youthful uncertainty.  She dared not yet succumb
to the fire he was stoking within her, and he seemed to be holding himself
at bay, as if he feared burning her in the heat of his own desire.

   As if by mutual consent, they reclined on the bed, still fully clothed
and lay face-to-face, holding each other's hands while her foot idly traced
lines over his leg.

   "Are you doing okay?" he asked between kisses.

   Tricia almost gasped, as if she were trying to catch her breath.  "Yeah,
I am.  I'm glad you brought me here tonight, Jake." Her fingers absently
played over the satin comforter as she spoke.  The luxurious sensation of
the soft bedding, and the muted, but elegant textures of the room made her
feel relaxed and happy.

   Jake kissed her and then rested his hand on her hip.  "I'm glad, Trish.
It feels amazing to lay here with you like this.  You are so beautiful,
Trish.  I could lay here and stare at you all night."

   Tricia laughed, and her eyes sparkled in the soft light.  "I could too,
Jake.  I've dreamed of being alone with you so many times.  I think I'm
ready for us to really be together."

   Jake's eyes closed for a moment as her meaning pierced his heart.  "I'm
glad, Trish.  I promise I'll be gentle."

   Jake drew close and brought his lips to hers again, sending a current of
excitement flowing through her body.  Tricia returned his kiss in kind,
snuggling closer until their bodies were separated by mere inches.

   She loved the subtle weight of his hand on her hip.  The way he slowly
played it up and down her thigh was making her skin tingle with desire. 
Fear and nervous trepidation churned in her belly, and part of her wanted
to run, but she couldn't ignore the steaming heat pulsing between her
thighs.  Her pussy was literally dripping wet, and she blushed as she
realized her panties were becoming damp.  When the tips of his fingers
scraped over her breast, her heart leapt into her throat and a quiet
whimper issued from her lips.

   Emboldened, Jake cupped her boob through her dress and gently squeezed.
"Is it okay if I touch you like this?" he asked, needing to know she would
accept his caress.

   He had fondled her like this many times before, but this time was
different.  This time, she knew his touch wouldn't be the fleeting caress
and tempting tease it had always been until that night.  This time, she
knew it was the beginning of something far more profound and infinitely
more satisfying.  His hand felt as strong and warm through her clothes as
it always had, but this time, she longed to feel his touch on the bare skin
of her breast.  "Mmm.  It feels really good," she purred after a moment. 
"I've always loved how your hands feel on me, Jake.  Please don't stop. 
Tonight, you can touch me all you want."

   Jake's eyes became deep and warm as he held her.  His touch grew more
insistent, and his fingers traced the edges of her bra under her dress. 
Soon, her brassiere began to feel like an obstacle to their passion,
separating them in the most frustrating of ways.

   "Would you mind if we took our clothes off?  I've been dying to see your
body for so long, Trish.  I'll go first, if it makes you feel better."

   "You wouldn't mind?" she asked impishly.  "I do want you to see me,
Jake. It would just be easier for me if you got undressed first."

   "I understand," he whispered, and took her hand in his.  "Here, let's do
this together." With that, he guided her hand over the buttons of his
shirt, urging her to pop each one, slowly revealing his almost hairless
chest.

   Tricia was intimately familiar with this part of his body, but never
before had she spent so much time exploring him so carefully.  Her hands
moved from his, dragging her fingers over his pecs and abs.  His skin was
so hot and smooth that she wanted to kiss every inch of him as his shirt
opened.  His smallish nipples were pink and hard, and he actually gasped
when she flicked them with her fingertips.

   Tricia bit her lip as the urge to suck one of those perfect nubs rose in
her belly.  She was dying to taste him in so many ways, yet was hesitant to
do those things she never had before.  Instead, she kissed him
passionately, melting into him as he sucked her breath away.  Her body
trembled and ached as a need for something more welled up inside her.

   So it was that when he brought her hand to his belt, she didn't hesitate
at all.  Any hesitance she might have felt was forgotten as her fingers
slipped the leather tongue through the brass hook, freeing him of its
restraint.  Her touch became confident and eager as she popped the top
button of his jeans and slid his zipper down.

   "Oh, my gosh..." Jake murmured as she helped him slide them down his
thighs.  Then, she pushed his shirt from his shoulders, leaving only his
boxer shorts to cover his body.

   Almost naked in front of her, Jake's arousal became unbearable. 
Lowering her back on the bed, he kissed her hard, sliding his hand up her
thigh and under her dress.  Tricia moaned into his mouth as his fingers
played over her panties, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt
his finger pass over her clitoris.  She wanted his touch desperately, but
memories of the last time she allowed him to touch her there flooded her
mind.

   He had been too hurried, and she had not even seen his cock before he
lowered himself between her thighs.  He had been in a rut of male need, and
in the fog of his lust, he took her virginity far too quickly.  It wasn't
just the pain that frightened her that day.  It was his rush, his
uncontrolled need that truly denied her the chance to appreciate the moment
the way she instinctively knew she should have.  This time, she was
determined that her surrender would be on her terms, and at a pace, she
would control.  With a gentle but firm grip, she pulled his hand away from
her sodden panties.  "Jake, no.  Please don't, not yet, baby."

   "What?  Why?  I mean, I thought you wanted this?" His voice was quiet
but pained, and a look of frustration and the fear of rejection were clear
in his eyes.

   He was close to being emotionally hurt, much as she had been before, and
Tricia kissed him, reassuring him of her unquenched desire.  "I do, baby. I
just want to see it first, okay?  I've never even touched you there and I
just want to know what it feels like before we go any farther."

   "Really?  I mean, I guess that would be okay."

   He was so adorably cute and vulnerable in that moment that Tricia
couldn't suppress a giggle.

   She kissed him again and he didn't resist as she pushed him onto his
back.  Her hand was actually shaking as she stroked her fingers over the
tent in his boxers.  His cock was already hard, and she could see his
circumcised head peeking through the fly.  Hesitantly, she pulled on the
waistband, and he lifted his hips as she drew the last bit of his clothing
down over his well-defined thighs.

   "Wow, you are so hard," she whispered as his rampant cock bobbed
excitedly.  Jake seemed almost frozen, his chest barely moving as she took
his cock into her hand.  "Do you like to be stroked like this?" she asked
as she pumped her hand along his shaft.

   A low growl issued from his chest, and the word "Yes" formed on his lips
as she tentatively jacked his throbbing length.  His legs splayed open,
revealing his heavy balls, and he seemed to settle more deeply into the
sheets as she lay over him.

   "Damn, Tricia, that feels incredible." Jake's hand found the back of her
thigh as her explorations continued, and she felt a fresh rush of wetness
in her sex as his hand once again moved under her dress.  Soon, he was
caressing her ass through her panties as she stroked him, sending bolts of
pleasure racing up her spine.

   Now, the dress that had been giving her a sense of security was actually
feeling like it was constricting her, and she reached back to draw down the
zipper along her back.  "Let me take this off now, baby.  I want to be as
naked as you are."

   "I think that's a good idea." Jake's eyes never left her as she slid out
of her dress.

   The desperate hunger in his eyes encouraged her, and made her feel sexy
and beautiful.  It was a wonderful sensation, and it became even more
pronounced as she slipped her damp panties off and dropped them to the
floor.

   "My God, you are so beautiful," he said wistfully, as she unsnapped her
bra and revealed her breast to him.  "Damn, Trish.  I knew your boobs would
be amazing, but I never expected them to be so incredibly perfect."

   "Mmm, thank you, baby," she said with a smile and then lay back down
next to him.  "There.  Now we can play with each other for awhile." Biting
her lip again, her fingers encircled his cock and she began stroking him as
she had before.

   "It feels so soft and hard at the same time, Jake.  I can't believe how
hot it feels in my hand.  It's so big I'm almost afraid to let you put it
inside me.  God, it really hurt the last time."

   A wave of regret flowed over him at the mention of that furtive moment
in his room, and Jake caressed her back, reassuring her of his love.  "I
know, Trish.  I'm so sorry for that."

   Tricia's eyes glinted and a smile waxed on her delicate face.  "I was a
virgin.  It was going to hurt.  This time it should feel wonderful when we
make love."

   Jake smiled in relief, and she felt a twinge pass through his cock as
she made her unspoken promise to consummate their love.  His cock throbbed
as she pumped him, and his body began to writhe slightly under her
insistent touch.  When a small drop of fluid appeared, she rubbed it into
his spongy crown with her thumb.

   "We have all night, right?  We aren't in any hurry this time?" she
asked, already knowing the answer.

   "We have as long as you want, Trish," he hissed as she squeezed him
hard.

   "Mmm, good, because I want to see what it looks like when you come.  I'm
going to suck your cock now, Jake.  But you have to tell me before you
shoot, okay?"

   Jake already felt like he was about to explode, and hearing her say such
things almost sent him off right there.  Swallowing hard, he forced himself
to calm and then nodded his head.  "I promise," he managed to choke out,
and then she slipped her wet mouth over his raging erection.

   "Oh, Jesus-fuck!" he gasped as her tongue swirled over his inflamed
head, and his hand trembled over her naked ass as his body reacted to her
mouth.

   She could have sworn he was getting harder as she sucked him.  His cock
twitched and throbbed in her mouth, and his hips rocked upward each time
she sank lower over him.  His taste was strong and tangy, but not at all
unpleasant, and he felt perfectly formed, as if he was meant to slide over
her tongue.

   Tricia bobbed quickly over him, taking him to the back of her mouth
before the urge to gag caused her to pull back.  The semi-sweet taste of
precum leaked on her tongue, filling her senses with a desire for more. 
She knew then that sucking him like this was going to be something she did
often, and she slurped happily on his turgid head until he finally gasped
and pushed her away.

   "Trish, stop!" he plaintively begged.  "I can't take anymore.  I'm gonna
come if you keep doing that!"

   Licking her lips, she silently considered the idea swallowing him again
and letting him fill her mouth, but the desire to actually see his cum
erupt from his cock caused her to pause.  "It's okay if you come, baby,"
she finally replied.  "I want you to come for me.  I want to see what it
looks like when it comes out of you."

   She stroked him faster as she spoke, running her fist up and down his
cock and driving him relentlessly to the brink.  A moment later, Jake
tensed and arched his back as a low growl resonated from deep in his chest.


   "Ah, fuck!" he growled, and his head thrashed as a long, thick stream of
white fluid gushed from the tip of his cock.

   Tricia was careful not to cover his head as she pumped him.  She wanted
to see it all and she held him tight, jerking him hard for several strokes.
Watching eagerly, she gasped in awe as a fresh spurt of cum shot from his
cock each time her hand rose toward the head.  The hot, sticky mess fell
back, covering her hand and splashing over him, coating him from his balls
to his lower belly.

   "Oh, my God!  That is so hot!" she exclaimed, dipping her fingers into
the pooling cum as his orgasm subsided.

   Jake shuddered hard, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to
regain his breath.  "Holy shit, Trish.  That felt amazing."

   Tricia laughed.  "I could tell!  It was so intense to see you come like
that.  I can't believe how hot your cum feels on my hand."

   They lay there together for a time, caressing each other as his erection
subsided.  Jake was spent from the strength of his orgasm and seemed
content to let her rub his cum into his skin.  Slipping his arm under her
head, he drew her close and let her relax against him as her fingers played
over his chest.

   He loved how warm she felt against him.  She rested her leg over his,
with her body turned so that her breasts were pressed into his side.  He
nuzzled her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo fill his mind.  It felt
like heaven to him, and soon he began to drift under her feathery touch.

   "That felt so good, but now I'm falling asleep, baby."

   Tricia watched as he yawned and stretched himself taut.  It was such a
normal thing, yet the way he moved seemed incredibly beautiful to her.  His
body was so strong and hard, but also soft and warm.  The way his muscles
moved under his skin reminded her of how the softer flesh of his erection
slid over its hard, inner core.  It was inherently masculine, and Tricia
felt like she could watch him lie there all night.

   'God, I never realized how gorgeous a man could be.' The thought made
her smile and she ran her fingers lightly over his biceps.  'He looks like
he could lift me with a single arm if he wanted.  How could he be so
powerful and yet be so gentle with me?' He was like a god, and she wanted
to worship his body with her hands and her heart, and with her lips.  'I'm
never going to get tired of touching him.'

   Jake continued to rest peacefully as her fingers drifted down his torso.
He was lean but not skinny, and she followed his corded muscles down his
body.  When she came to the drying residue of his orgasm, she wrinkled her
nose.

   It wasn't the emission itself that brought her pause.  She'd loved
seeing him come and thought his seed was a miraculous thing.  It was simply
that she felt it now marred his physical perfection.  She felt an urge to
care for him and right then that meant returning his skin to its pristine
beauty.  "Relax, baby.  Just rest a minute while I get a towel."

   Forgetting her nudity, Tricia padded her way to the bath and ran the
water until she felt it was hot enough to warm his skin without scalding
him.  Once satisfied, she wetted a towel and returned to Jake.

   He was laying on his side when she returned, watching her with a boyish
grin that made her blush.  "Why are you looking at me like that?" she
impishly inquired.

   "Because you are naked and beautiful," he replied, and casually stroked
her breast as she sat next to him.

   Tricia blushed and urged him to lay on his back.  "You're just happy
'cause you get to see my boobs."

   Jake chuckled.  "You got that right.  Besides, your boobs aren't the
only things I was looking at.  I'm glad you shaved your kitty clean."

   Her blush deepening again, Tricia smiled and kissed him.  "Thanks.  I
was hoping you'd get to see that eventually.  I'm glad you like it."

   "I do," he murmured as she began caressing him with the towel, wiping
away the remains of their earlier play.  "Mmm, I really do..."

   Jake seemed content to let her have her way until his skin glistened,
fresh and clean.  Then, just as Trish lay comfortably next to him, he
rolled her on her back, making her yelp and laugh.

   "Jake!  What are you doing?"

   "Well, you got to have a good look at me, right?" Jake's eyes blazed
with something more powerful than humor, and Tricia squirmed nervously
under him as he pinned her arms on the bed.

   "I, ah, suppose, baby.  But it's not really the same thing, is it?  I
mean, I don't have anything down there for you to look at, do I?"

   Jake's smile turned mischievous as his gaze ran down her supine body. 
"Oh, trust me, Trish.  You've got plenty to show me, starting with these."
With that, his mouth descended onto her breast and he sucked her nipple
hard, causing a soft coo to escape her lips.

   "Oh, wow.  Maybe you have a point, after all." Tricia writhed under him
and she ran her fingers through his unruly mass of brown hair.  Jake felt
her holding him to her breasts and he sucked on her nipple until it became
hard and protruded thickly from her firm mound.

   For over a year, he had dreamed of sucking on her like this, and the
reality of doing it was far and away more exciting than he ever imagined.
Everything from the sweet taste of her skin to the wonderfully sensual way
she moved made his blood run hot.  Her breasts were large, spilling out of
his hands as he kneaded them with his fingers.  Alternating from one to the
other, he sucked and bit at her tender buds until they were both glossed by
a layer of his saliva.  He could have happily suckled her for hours, but
there was another part of her glorious body he desired to kiss even more.

   "I loved how you played with my cock, Trish," he whispered as he kissed
her belly.  "Especially when you sucked me into your mouth.  That felt
incredible, baby.  Now, I'm going to do the same thing for you."

   Tricia squirmed and trembled under him as his kisses trailed a line of
moisture down her body.  Her heart was fluttering as fast as his lips
seemed to over her skin, and she gasped out loud as he pushed her knees
apart, opening her sex to his view, "Oh, baby, please kiss me there.  I've
wanted to know what that feels like for so long."

   Jake settled in and kissed her inner thigh softly.  "Then it's time you
found out," he whispered before running the flat of his tongue over her
inflamed labia.

   His tongue felt incredibly soft and wet on her pussy.  Tingling
sensations coursed up her body and she couldn't suppress a low moan that
resonated up from her chest.  "Oh, wow, baby.  That feels so fucking good!"


   Jake's eyebrows lifted and he smiled into her sex as he heard her use
such coarse language.  It was completely atypical of her, and he knew that
she must have been overcome by his touch for such a word to issue from her
lips.  Thus encouraged, he slipped his tongue deeper, slithering it between
her lips before licking her with increasing speed.

   Her body quaked and she rolled her hips toward his mouth as he licked
and sucked on her tender lips.  He could tell from the way she brought her
clit to his mouth that she wanted him to suck on her hot little button, but
he was enjoying the tease far too much to give in to her so quickly.  With
every intention of driving her to the edge, he let his tongue flick close
to her clit without actually touching it.

   "Please, baby, don't stop.  Don't ever stop kissing me like that.  It
feels so good.  Your tongue feels so good on my pussy." Tricia begged him
with her words and movements, urging him to delve ever deeper with his
flicking kisses.  He was winding her up, building her orgasm into a tsunami
of pleasure she feared might tear her apart.

   The hot pressure in her body gathered strength, causing her thighs to
tense and she couldn't resist the need to clamp his head between them.  She
wanted to hold him there, and make him kiss her clit before she lost her
mind.

   Jake felt her legs close around him and he pushed them apart with his
hands, holding her open and vulnerable to his insidious tongue.  Filled
with a feral desire to make her writhe, he sank his tongue into her as
deeply as he could before dragging it up and flicking it over her pulsing
clit.

   When Tricia felt how easily Jake forced her thighs apart, something
instinctive clicked in her mind.  She felt a rush of fresh moisture gush
into her sex and the pressure that had been building in her belly became an
irresistible tide.  She was already beginning to arch when his tongue
flicked over her clit, and in that moment she shuddered violently as her
orgasm tore through her young body.

   "Oh, fuck!" she started to scream, but she felt like she was burning up
in the heat of her arousal, and her scream garbled into nothing more
intelligible than a whimpering moan.  She bucked and jerked in his arms,
drowning in her orgasm until she could only feel the pulsing throb of her
body's release.

   She was panting, and a wave of blissful exhaustion followed the receding
tide of her climax.  A warm, pulsing sensation matched the beat of her
heart, and she could only sigh as she stared in adoration at him.  "Wow,
Jake.  That was really good.  I mean really, really good."

   Jake smiled back and softly kissed her throbbing clit, causing her to
jerk slightly.  Seeing her so thoroughly consumed by his touch, and how she
was almost glowing afterward, aroused him as nothing else ever had.  His
cock was hard and throbbing and it dragged heavily over her inner thigh as
he moved up her body.

   Tricia gathered him in her arms, embraced him, and welcomed him in
between her thighs.  She was as full of desire for him as he was for her
and she held him in her hungry gaze as he rose over her.

   "I need you, Jake.  I'm so ready for you now.  Please, baby, put it
inside me.  Make love to me." Her hand encircled his cock as she begged him
to take her, and as he moved, she guided him into her body.

   With a long, slow thrust, his hard cock slid into her, stretching her
passage open for the very first time.  Months earlier, he'd managed to
break her virginity, but on that day, she'd made him stop.  This time,
there was nothing but her welcoming sheath, and it offered no resistance as
he filled it completely.

   Tricia's eyes glittered brightly as he took her that first time.  Her
arms stroked his sides, urging him deep, and her neck arched slightly as
she adjusted to his size.  When he paused, keeping his rampant erection
deep inside her, she felt like she could barely breathe.  She wanted to
kiss him, to taste his breath and to hold him there for as long as she
could.

   She whimpered as he withdrew, but then the exquisite sensation of his
cock pulling back redoubled the almost electric pleasure of having him
inside her.  His second thrust was stronger, more confident, and the
pressure on her body sent shivers racing over her.  She clutched at his
body, wanting desperately to feel him over her and to drive him on.  She
wanted, no, she needed him to increase the pace and she grabbed his ass,
squeezing his cheeks hard as he thrust into her.

   Jake was trying to go slow, to be the gentle lover he'd promised to be,
but when he felt her nails dig into his ass, his mind fogged with lust and
he gave in to his primal urges.  Drawing back, he looked into her eyes,
almost regretting what he was about to do, and then he drove his cock into
her, hard and deep, until her face was a mix of pain and pleasure.

   The rapture of love and satisfaction rose in them both, and the physical
burn seared them together in a dance of blissful harmony.  He was pounding
into her hard, sliding himself into her body with a need that he had no
hope of controlling.  All the while, she pulled on his body, urging him to
take all of her that he needed.

   She tried to speak, to tell him how good he felt inside her, or to just
say how much she wanted this, but each time her mouth opened, his thrust
made her moan over her words.  She could see that the boy she knew so well
was gone - lost in his feral need, and that realization alone caused her
heart to flutter.  Then, the pressure in her belly exploded again, rolling
through her with thunderous power.  She was screaming before she knew it,
and dragging her nails over his flanks, leaving red streaks in his skin.

   Jake felt her convulse, and the sudden scratches in his side pierced
through him.  It was an arrow that split the sense of love from his need,
and his vision blurred as he began to come.  With one last hard thrust, he
drove deep, filling her passage before his come boiled out and into her
body.

   Breathless, they collapsed together in a mass of arms and legs,
sweat-covered skin and matted hair.  It had been intense and beautiful, but
then it had been a moment long in coming, and they both knew it would come
again before the night was through.  For now, they lay there together,
enjoying the warmth of each others bodies.

   "Why don't we take a shower together?" Jake asked sometime later.  "It's
getting late and we still need to order dinner."

   Tricia kissed him softly.  "I'd love to, Jake, but I need to text my
parents.  I've got to let them know I'm not coming home tonight.  Why don't
you go ahead and I'll have a look at the menu.  I'll be happy to shower
with you in the morning."

   Jake held her hand and kissed her, understanding how hard it would be
for her to talk with her folks.  "Are you sure you don't want me with you
when you do that?"

   "No, I think it would be better if you weren't.  I may be eighteen now,
but I don't think they're going to take this very well."

   "Yeah.  Probably not."

   "This was going to happen sooner or later.  They're just going to have
to get used to the idea."

   Jake kissed her forehead before leaving.  Once he closed the door,
Tricia slipped a robe around her body and retrieved her phone.  Her fingers
trembled nervously as she stared into its screen until the sound of running
water could be heard from the bath.  "It's my life, mom.  I hope you
understand." Her hand was shaking as she began to type.

   'Hi mom.  I need to tell you that I'm with Jake at the Kensington Hotel.
I'm safe, but don't wait up for me tonight.  I'll be home in the morning. I
love you both.' Pressing send on that message was one of the hardest things
she'd ever done.

   Waiting for the return text was harder still.  "Just say okay, mom. 
Please, please don't let daddy call me!  I really don't need that kind of
scene tonight." The seconds ticked by and she could only imagine what her
parents were saying.  The longer it took, the more certain she was that
telling them was a mistake.  When her text tone chimed, she jumped so much
she nearly dropped the phone.

   Simply looking at the return text was hard, and she stared at the screen
for several seconds, not believing what she saw written on the illuminated
face.

   'If you are sure that's what you want, Tricia.  Just be safe.  Call us
if you need help, and come home tomorrow.'

   Just as the relief washed over her, her phone chirped again.  This time
there were only four words.  'We love you, Trish.'

   Her eyes filled with tears as she held the phone in her lap.  "I love
you too."

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