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

Tricia applied the finishing touches to her makeup and looked at Aimee’s reflection in the mirror. "Of course. Jake's been my boyfriend for over a year now. It's not like we've never 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 smile became a full, knowing grin.

"Oh, you little snoop.” Tricia threw a handful of cotton balls at her sister. 

Screaming in girlish delight, Aimee ducked and tried to protect herself from the hail of fuzzy balls. But it was hopeless: the soft projectiles bounced against her head and shoulders.

Tricia smiled in triumph and turned back toward the mirror, confident that she’d restored the rightful order of things with 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."

“Not that long," 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 said with all the contempt she could muster. In her usual superior tone, she added, "Besides, it won't matter anyway if you still don't have a boyfriend, will it?"

The sisters shared this type of banter every day and Tricia waited for Aimee's next retort. It never came. In the silence, Tricia snuck a peek at her sister’s reflection and watched as Aimee's rebellious smile faded into the familiar frown she often wore when confronted by the comparative limitations of her age. 

Tricia knew that her comments had struck home and she made a show of smiling in satisfaction. But she understood how Aimee felt. Their parents were strict on the subject of boys, and when Tricia had been Aimee's age, she hadn’t been allowed to spend much alone time with them. Even when she turned seventeen, and her parents finally had to accept that she had a real boyfriend, they never allowed her to go out with Jake at night unless there was an adult escort.

Thankfully, that changed when she reached eighteen. Now, as she was at least nominally an adult, she and Jake could finally go out unescorted. Tricia was well aware her parents still weren't 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 rules. Tricia always had to have her phone with her and call if she wasn't going to be home at a reasonable hour. What that really came down to was they understood, even if reluctantly, that she was now old enough to make her own decisions about sex. For Tricia, the most poignant moment came when her mother advised her to get on the pill, or some form of birth control, “Just in case”. Not that Tricia would reveal any of that to her sixteen-year-old runt of a sister.

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

“Aimee,” Tricia yelled 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. "You have, haven't you? Oh, my gosh, I knew it. Did you let him get under your bra?"

“Aimee! Shut it,” Tricia hissed through clenched teeth, threatening to throw the box of cotton balls at her. Aimee barely even noticed the threat and stared, wide-eyed, until Tricia felt a deep crimson cover her cheeks.

They’d always been close and, even as kids, Tricia could not lie to Aimee. This time, it seemed her sister read her so easily that 'slut' must be written on her back. 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. 

Holding her head high, Tricia turned and gave her sister a 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 added while adjusting her full breasts in her bra and then cupping them with both hands. "I like my breasts, and it's not my fault yours are so much smaller."

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

As always, Aimee's 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 but suddenly grew serious again, her voice a low whisper. "Tricia, are you going to... you know, do it with him?"

The question struck Tricia cold, making her feel as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Unlike the earlier needling banter, Tricia could see Aimee's serious interest. And the truth was, she and Jake had tried doing it six months earlier. That they hadn't accomplished the deed was only because it had hurt Tricia and scared them so much they hadn't thought about trying again.

All the same, she felt it was only a matter of time before they’d make love. Tricia knew how badly Jake wanted sex — and she wanted it just as much. The next time he tried, she probably wouldn't refuse. The earlier decision to have sex had been hard, though, and as Tricia again struggled with the idea, Aimee guessed the truth.

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

Too embarrassed to admit it out loud, Tricia barely nodded her head.

“Wow, what was it like?” Aimee was hardly able to control herself but she managed to keep her voice to a low whisper. “Was it wonderful? Oh, my gosh, I bet it was. You have to tell me.”

"No, it hurt bad and I was so scared," Tricia admitted, relieved to finally talk about it. "But Jake was so sweet. 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 it since."

"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 read the text. "It's Jake. He's here so I gotta run, squirt."

Aimee watched her sister rush off, thoroughly impressed by how beautiful and grown up she looked. "Wow," she said with only the empty room listening.

~~~~~

Jake's mouth dried when Tricia emerged from the house. Poised and graceful, she seemed to float down the walk toward his car. He was in awe of her and had been since they first met. Though she could be shy, Tricia had a way of looking sexy even in the most conservative of dress. That night, she was absolutely stunning.

Her simple blue dress, cut around mid-thigh, exposed just enough of her trim legs to take his breath away. Cut low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, the way it also hugged her waist made his heart race.

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

"Aw, thank you, Jake."

Her bubbly exuberance filled the car as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll give you a better kiss later," she whispered. "I don't want to make a scene 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 aroused as she settled in next to him. When she was safely belted in, he pulled away, knowing that it would be a special night.

Tricia felt happy and content as he drove down the highway. They were in no particular hurry to get anywhere and he weaved aimlessly through the city streets. They often passed time like that, driving while they talked with no apparent goal other than to enjoy each other’s company.

She wished he would park in a secluded spot so they could kiss and make out. She dreamed of someday making love to him in the backseat of the car. It wasn't exactly the perfect place to 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 she’d gladly agree when he finally decided to make her his own.

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 into a daydream of erotic fantasies. The desire to be touched and made love to had been playing and replaying in her mind for months. They were now so strong that, for a brief moment, she lost track of her whereabouts.

"Trish?" Hearing her name, she snapped out of her fantasy with an embarrassing suddenness.

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

"I asked what you wanted to do tonight."

'If you only knew.’ Tricia blushed at that thought then bit her bottom lip to halt a growing smile. "Um, I don't know," she managed. "I'm up for anything you want to do."

'Oh, my God, did I just say that?' Tricia squirmed in her seat, regretting her choice of words. But the grin she'd been repressing spread across her face, and her cheeks went from flushed red to burning crimson.

Jake seemed 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, continuing to absently 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 alone and to enjoy ourselves."

It was a wonderful idea, but she had a pang of disappointment. Walking by the lake was not the night of her dreams — but the dream could wait as long as they were together.

Jake did miss her subtle hint, but his mind was no less distracted than hers. The soft touch of Tricia's hand on his thigh sent 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.

He’d 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 was advertised as catering for couples seeking a romantic getaway, and Jake knew that it offered the perfect setting for their first true night together.

Tricia gazed at the opulent grounds and beautiful statuary, wondering why he’d stopped 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 lifted 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 faded into a squeak as realization sank in.

"We would need a room," he finished, holding up a plastic key card. "It's a corner suite on the twenty-seventh floor, Trish. I know you want our first night to be special, and I do too. I want this to be a night worthy of you."

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

"It really wasn't that expensive.” He kissed her hand. “We don't have to go in if you aren't ready. But 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 kissed him tenderly. "Yes, Jake, I will."

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

Leading her to the elevator, Jake held her hand tightly, and when the doors slid open, it was empty. Once inside, he kissed her, letting her feel his desire through the pressure of his lips.

"Mmm, that's nice," she cooed as they parted.

"I think so, too.” He kissed her again.

Tricia might have become lost in his embrace right then if not for the musical ping of the opening doors.

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

Finally alone with Jake, with no chance of being seen or interrupted, was a stunning feeling for Tricia. When they’d tried having sex before, it was a hurried affair in his bedroom while his parents were out. The possibility of being caught had been low, but it still hung over her like an unbearable weight. Even in the heat of her desire, she’d worried they might be discovered.

Now, in 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 not to fuck but to make love for the first time, and she could almost hear the insistent thrum of her rapidly beating heart.

Jake grasped a hand, entwining fingers. Gazing down at his fingertips softly caressing hers, he saw as much as felt the tremble in her hand. "Are you scared?" he whispered.

Tricia nodded quickly. The pristine and youthful beauty of her face glowed while a nervous smile formed on her lips. "Yeah, a little. I've waited 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 cheek-to-cheek. "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’re what matters to me. Nothing else." 

He kissed her cheek, softly, reassuring her with his touch.

Tricia's face lit even brighter, and she tightened her fingers on his as if she feared he'd pull away. "You're scared too?" A tear welled in her eye as she saw the adoration in his eyes. It meant the world to her and a surge of warmth filled her breast as he carefully wiped the tear from her cheek.

When Jake nodded and smiled, she 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 cupped her face 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, snuggling her smaller body against his as they sat on the bed. They kissed and she sighed when his arms slipped around her waist. She’d never felt so safe and comforted as she did in his embrace. His hands were warm and strong and she longed for him to explore her body.

Jake’s 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 youthful uncertainty. She dare not yet succumb to the fire he stoked within her and Jake seemed to be holding himself at bay, as if fearing he’d burn her with the heat of his desire.

As if by mutual consent, they reclined on the bed, still fully clothed. Face-to-face, they held hands while Tricia idly traced lines over his leg with a foot.

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

Tricia almost gasped, as if trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, I am. I'm glad you brought me here tonight, Jake,” she said, absently fingering the satin comforter. The luxurious sensation of the soft bedding and the muted but elegant textures of the room, helped her to relax and be happy..

Jake rested a hand on her hip. "I'm glad, Trish. It’s amazing to be here with you like this. You’re so beautiful. I could lie here and stare at you all night."

Tricia laughed, her eyes sparkling 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, her meaning having pierced his heart. "I'm glad, Trish. I promise to 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, 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 made her skin tingle with desire. 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 dripping and she blushed, realizing her panties were damp. When fingertips scraped over her breast, Tricia’s heart leaped into her throat and a quiet whimper escaped her lips.

Emboldened, Jake cupped her boob through her dress and gently squeezed. "Is it okay if I touch you like this?” 

He’d fondled her many times but this was different. This time, it wouldn't be a fleeting caress or tempting tease. This time, 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, Tricia longed to feel his touch on her bare 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 touch grew more insistent and, on top of her dress, he traced the edges of her bra. Soon, clothes 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 going first?" she asked. "I want you to see me, Jake but it would be easier for me if you got undressed first."

"I understand," he whispered, folding his hands over her. "Here, let's do this together." With that, he guided her hand over the buttons of his shirt, urging her to pop each one, gradually revealing his virtually hairless chest.

Tricia was familiar with that part of his body, but never before had she spent so much time exploring him. She took her hands from his grasp, dragging her fingers over his pecs and abs. His skin was so hot and smooth that she wanted to kiss every inch 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 hesitant to do things she’d never done. Instead, she kissed him passionately, melting into him as he sucked her breath away. Her body trembled and ached, a need for something more welling inside her.

So, when he guided her hand to his belt, Tricia didn't hesitate. She slipped the leather tongue through the brass hook, freeing him, and her touch was confident and eager when she popped the top button of his jeans and slid down the zip.

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

Almost naked, Jake's arousal became unbearable. Lowering her back on the bed, he kissed her hard, sliding a 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 when she felt a finger rub over her clitoris. She desperately wanted him — but memories of the last time flooded her mind.

He’d been too hurried; she’d not even seen his cock before he lowered himself between her thighs. He’d been in a rut of male need, and in the fog of his lust, he’d taken her virginity far too quickly. It wasn't only pain that frightened her, spoilt the moment — it was his rush, his uncontrolled need, that had denied her the chance to appreciate it the way she instinctively knew she should have.

This time, she was determined that her surrender would be on her terms, 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. Frustration — and a fear of rejection — darkened his eyes.

He was close to being emotionally hurt, much as she’d been before, and Tricia kissed him, trying to reassure him of her unquenched desire. "I do want you, 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 at that moment that Tricia couldn't suppress a giggle.

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

"Wow, you are so hard," she whispered as his rampant cock bobbed. 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 pumped her hand along his shaft.

A low growl issued from his chest and "Yes" formed on his lips while she tentatively jacked his throbbing length. His legs splayed open, revealing his heavy balls, and he nestled into the sheets.

"Damn, Tricia, that feels incredible." 

Jake settled a hand on the back of her thigh and she felt a fresh rush of wetness in her sex as he again searched under her dress. Soon, while she continued stroking him, he was caressing her ass through her panties, sending bolts of pleasure racing up her spine.

Now, the dress that had provided her with a sense of security was actually constricting her, and she reached back for the zipper. "Let me take this off, baby. I want to be as naked as you."

"I think that's a good idea." 

Jake's gaze never left her as she slid out of the dress. The desperate hunger in his eyes encouraged her, making her feel sexy and beautiful. It was a wonderful sensation, and it became even more pronounced as she removed her damp panties and dropped them to the floor.

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

"Aw, thank you, Jake.” She smiled before lying alongside him. "There. Now we can play with each other for a while." Biting her lip again, she resumed stroking his cock.

"It feels so soft and hard at the same time. And 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 Jake at the mention of that moment in his room. He caressed her back. "I know, Trish. I'm so sorry about that."

Tricia's eyes glinted, a smile 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 he wriggled under her touch. When a small drop of fluid appeared, she thumbed it over his spongy crown.

"We have all night, right? We’re not in any hurry this time?" She knew the answer.

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

“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 exploding and hearing her say such things almost set him off right there. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to calm and nodded his head. "I promise," he managed — and 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 on her naked ass.

She could have sworn he was getting harder as she sucked. He twitched and pulsated in her mouth and he raised his hips each time she sank down on his cock. His taste was strong, tangy, but not unpleasant, and he felt perfectly formed for sliding over her tongue.

Tricia bobbed, taking him toward her throat but the urge to gag caused her to pull back. Pre-cum leaked onto her tongue, filling her with a desire for more. She knew that she would be sucking him often and she slurped happily on his turgid head until he eventually grunted loudly and pushed her away.

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

Licking her lips, she considered letting him fill her mouth, but she wanted to watch his cum emerge from his cock. "It's okay if you come, baby," she finally said. "I want to see what it looks like coming out of you."

She stroked him faster as she spoke, driving him relentlessly to the brink. A moment later, Jake tensed and arched his back while a low growl resonated deep in his chest.

"Ah, fuck,” he growled, his head thrashing on the pillow 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. She gasped in awe as a fresh spurt 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 his balls and lower belly.

"Oh, my God, that is so hot,” she exclaimed, dipping her fingers into the pooling cum.

Jake shuddered hard, his chest rapidly rising and falling while he tried to control his breathing. "Holy shit, Trish, that was 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 caressing each other as his erection subsided. Jake was spent from the strength of his orgasm, content to let her rub his cum into his flesh. His arm under her head, he drew her close and let her relax against him while she tickled her fingers over his chest.

He loved her warmth pressing against him. She draped a leg over him, her breasts pressed into his side. He nuzzled her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo fill his mind. It all felt heavenly and he soon began to drift under her feathery touch.

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

Tricia watched as he yawned and stretched. 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 rippled reminded her of the softer flesh sliding over the hard inner core of his erection. It was inherently masculine, and Tricia felt like she could watch him all night.

'I never realized how gorgeous a man could be.' She smiled at her thought and ran fingers lightly over his biceps. 'He looks like he could lift me with a single arm. How could he be so powerful and yet be so gentle with me?' 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 while 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."

Comfortable in her nudity, Tricia padded to the bath and ran the water until it was warm. She wet a towel and returned to Jake. He was on one side, watching and grinning, and she blushed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you are naked and beautiful," he said, casually stroking her breasts as she sat on the bed.

Tricia rolled him onto his back. "You're just happy cause you get to see my boobs."

Jake chuckled. “You've 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 deepened but 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 wiped away the remains of their earlier play. “I really do..."

Jake contentedly let her have her way until his skin glistened, fresh and clean. Then, he rolled Tricia onto her back, making her yelp and laugh.

“Jake, what are you doing?"

"Well, you‘ve had a good look at me, right?" Jake's eyes blazed with something more powerful than humor, and Tricia squirmed as he pinned her arms to the bed.

"I, ah, suppose. 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 was mischievous while he looked over her supine body. "Oh, trust me, Trish, you’ve got plenty to show me, starting with these." With that, he leaned toward her breasts and he sucked a nipple, a soft coo warbling from her throat.

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

For over a year, he had dreamed of sucking on her like this, and the reality was far more exciting than he’d 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. Alternating, he sucked and bit her tender buds until they were glossed by a layer of his saliva. He could have suckled her for hours, but there was another part of her glorious body he desired to kiss.

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

Tricia squirmed and trembled as he kissed a moist line down her body. Her heart fluttered as fast as his lips swept over her skin, and she gasped loudly when he pushed her knees apart, opening her sex to his view.

"Oh, Jake, baby… please kiss me there. I've wanted to know what that feels like for so long."

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

His tongue, incredibly soft and wet on her pussy, sent tingling sensations coursing up her body and she couldn't suppress a low moan. "Oh, wow, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

Jake raised his eyebrows and he smiled into her sex at the use of such coarse language. It was completely untypical of her, and he knew that she must have been overcome by his touch for such a word to issue from her lips. Encouraged, he slipped his tongue deeper, slithering it between her lips before licking her with increasing speed.

Tricia quivered and rolled her hips toward his mouth as he licked and sucked on her tender lips. She moved until her clit was near his mouth, but he was enjoying the tease far too much to give in so quickly. With every intention of driving her to the edge, he flicked his tongue close to her clit but never made contact.

"Please, baby, don't stop. Don't ever stop kissing me like this. It feels so good. Your tongue is so good on my pussy." Tricia urged him to delve ever deeper but his flicking kisses built her toward orgasm, toward a tsunami of pleasure that might tear her apart.

As the hot pressure in her body gathered strength, she couldn't resist the urge to clamp his head between her thighs. She wanted to hold him there, make him kiss her clit before she lost her mind. But Jake pushed her legs apart, holding her open and vulnerable to his insidious tongue. Filled with a feral desire to make her writhe, he sank his tongue as deeply as he could before dragging it up — and, finally, lapping over her pulsing clit.

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

Burning in the heat of arousal, a screamed, "Oh, my God,” garbled into nothing more intelligible than a whimpering moan. She bucked and jerked in his arms, drowning in her orgasm until she was aware only of her pulsing release.

A wave of blissful exhaustion followed the receding tide of her climax and she panted, a warm, throbbing sensation matching her heartbeat. Tricia sighed, staring in adoration at Jake. "That was really good. I mean… really, really good."

Jake smiled and kissed her throbbing clit. She flinched and seeing her so thoroughly consumed by his touch and how she was almost glowing, aroused him more than anything else ever had. His hard cock throbbed on her inner thigh as he eased up her body.

Tricia embraced him, welcomed him between her thighs. She was as full of desire for him as he was for her and she gazed hungrily at him 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." She wrapped fingers around his cock and guided him to her entrance.

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

Tricia's eyes glistened brightly as he took her. She stroked his sides, urging him deeper, and she arched her neck slightly while adjusting to his size. When he paused, holding his rampant erection deep inside, she could barely breathe. She wanted to kiss him, to taste his breath, to hold him there for as long as possible.

She whimpered as he began to withdraw, but the exquisite sensation of his cock pulling back increased 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 him, needing to feel him over her and desperate to drive him on. She wanted him — no, needed him — to step up the pace and she grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks hard while he thrust into her.

Jake was trying to go slow, to be the gentle lover he'd promised, but when her nails dug into his ass, his mind filled with lust and he surrendered to his primal urges. Drawing back, he looked into her eyes, almost regretting what he was about to do, then he plunged his cock hard and deep into her until her face was a mixture 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 pounded her, sliding into her body with a fury that he had no hope of controlling. All the while, she pulled on his body, matched his thrusts, 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 she opened her mouth, his thrust made her moan over her words. She saw that the boy she knew so well had gone - lost in his feral need, and that realization alone caused her heart to flutter. Then, the pressure in her belly rose again, rolling through her with thunderous power. She was screaming before she knew it, dragging her nails over his flanks, leaving red streaks on his flesh.

Jake felt her convulse, and the scratches in his sides pierced 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 delved deep, filling her passage before his seed boiled out into her body.

Breathless, they collapsed 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 together, enjoying the warmth of sated bodies.

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

Tricia kissed him. "I'd love that, Jake, but first 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 share a shower in the morning."

Jake held her hands, kissed her, understanding how difficult it would be for her to talk with her folks. "Are you sure you don't want me with you when you text?"

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

"Yeah. Probably not."

"It was going to happen sooner or later. They've got to get used to the idea."

Jake kissed her forehead. When he’d closed the door to the bathroom, Tricia put on a robe and retrieved her phone. Her fingers trembled and she stared at the screen until she heard the sound of running water. 'It's my life, mom. I hope you understand.' 

Her fingers twitched when she typed: '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. I'll be home in the morning. I love you both.' 

If pressing send was one of the hardest things she'd ever done, waiting for the return text was even harder. 'Just say okay, mom. Please, please don't let daddy call me I really don't need that scene tonight.' 

While the seconds ticked by, Tricia could only imagine her parents’ reaction, what they were saying. The longer it took, the more certain she was that telling them had been a mistake. When her text tone chimed, she jerked and nearly dropped the phone.

She stared at the screen for several seconds, not believing what she read on the illuminated face.

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

With relief washing over her, her phone chirped again. This time, only four words: 'We love you, Trish.'

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

Authors note:

I wish to thank JWren for his skilled editing. This is a work that defied my attempts to be the story I intended and he has brought out the magic hidden within.