Following her into a spacious bedroom, Jesse whistled gently. Its cozy atmosphere made him feel at home. He wasn't used to something so personal. It was fairly close to what he had imagined Britany would like. Decorated in white and green, there was no other color to be found except for the wooden furniture. Even the carpet was pure white with light green throw rugs. Three of the walls were decorated with green and white wallpaper. But the fourth was curiously blank. There was nothing on it. No furniture covered any part of it. It was solid shining white.

"Do you like it? For my last birthday, Mom let me choose everything and she had it done. All this is new. I got rid of all my old 'kid' stuff as you might call it." She smiled at his look of wonder.

"I love it."

As he sat down on the huge bed, she walked to the closet and pulled out a worn pink blanket. "This is the only thing I kept. It's dog-eared, but I couldn't let it go."

"I know how you feel. I think we all have a security 'blanket' of some type or another. Even I do."

"What? I wouldn't think a guy like you would need something like that. You seem so secure. Money, friends, you can have anything you want."

"That's what I thought at first, too. I found out that it doesn't always work out like you think, though. I have money, I have friends. I have a lot to be thankful for, but there's one thing that this life doesn't allow." His hand went to his neck. "You see this chain? The one I put the tab on? It's my security 'blanket'. Everything that's special to me that will fit, I put there."

Britany walked to the bed. Lying down on it beside him, but not quite touching him, she wrapped the pink blanket around herself. "I understand. Does that mean that I'm special to you?"

He moved so that her head and shoulders rested across his lap. "I said that there is one thing this life doesn't allow. It's a plain old-fashioned love. There can't be any half way loves. In this life, if you totally love somebody, they've got to be able to do the same for you. It's long distance most of the time. With a girl your age, it's even harder. It has to be all the stronger. A grown woman could just up and go where ever I am, if she wants. A girl of seventeen can't do that, unless her parents agree. And a lot of the time, they won't. Something else, I can't stand someone who's gonna say how much they love me when I'm with them, then fuck around when I'm not there. It's hard. I've tried it before. It's got to be real."

"Believe it or not, I understand. That's kind-of what I always thought. But, Jesse, do you love me? And if so, do you love me that much?"

"Britany, I really believe I do. I love you, even though it's soon, I know I do. This is one of those times that it happened just that quick. Could you handle it? Would you love me for me or for what I hope to become?"

"I love you. I love the man that I met tonight, not the star that you may dream of becoming. Sure, that was why I wanted to meet you, but that's not why I love you now. I love the warm, caring, compassionate man that I've gotten to know. I would certainly be willing to try a long distance relationship, if you wanted too." Her blue eyes filled with tears that spilled over, running down the side of her face.

Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her as best he could. "You're crying. What is it?"

She sat up straight to look into his face. "Do you? Do want to try, Jesse?"

"Oh Britany. I do." He sighed as he reached to pull her back into his arms, "I love you."

As her body met his, Britany let go of the tears she was fighting to control.

Continuing to hold her, Jesse gently rocked back and forth and whispered his love over and over.

After a few minutes of just letting it all go, she pulled back and looked at him. Her tear wet eyes shone with her gratitude. "You're probably wonder what that was about."

"You don't have to tell me. I feel like I know."

"No, I want to tell you. There have always been people that I loved, not like I love you, but that I loved as family. Rachel is the only best friend I've ever had and we just met last year. Sure we'd known each other for a long time, but we just started getting close then. Music brought us together, you could say. We share everything that we get concerning it. She's the only person I've ever seen that would cry with you when you were upset. She understands me and I understand her. I love her as a sister. She listens when I have a problem, I hope that I do the same for her." Britany sighed and closed her eyes.

Holding her tighter, he waited for her to continue.

"I've never had anybody that would just hug me and hold me when I cried. I have never been in love with anyone. Like all girls, I've had crushes, but I've never loved a guy, really. It's a strange feeling. I know that now."

He again pulled back and released her. "Do you like it?"

"There's nothing like it in the world. Every time you touch me, I fell like it's pure fire touching me. It's amazing." She smiled at him. "You may laugh at me when I say this, but think about it, I think you'll agree. I read about relationships that end or just plain get stale. I think that if love is really there, everything remains exciting. Now, like I just said, when you touch me, there's a feeling, a jolt. I think that if there's love, that feeling will never cease. Whether it's the first touch or the millionth. You see what I'm saying?"

He laughed gently, "Yeah, I understand perfectly. Do you think there's love here?"

"Do you?"

"Wolf, I know there is."

"How can you sound so sure?" She wanted to hear his reply, even though she knew he was right.

"I've been with a lot of different people in my life. I've only felt that special spark two times. Once was the relationship I told you about. It ended because of her, not me. I loved her, but the mutual feeling wasn't there."

"What was the second?"

"When I grabbed you and pulled you behind those speakers. When I touched you then, I felt the heat in you. But I didn't know until later what it meant."

"When was that?"

"When I came back from taking a shower and you walked up and put your hand on my waist. Then even more when you were sitting on my lap."

"I noticed you've got a very warm lap. I kind-of liked sitting there."

With a half smile, he reached out to touch her face. Suddenly he remembered something that he hoped she had. It would help the mood. "You don't happen to have a black light do you?" He doubted that she did, but it never hurt to ask.

"Yeah, I'll get it. It gets too hot to leave in." She thought of his reaction when he saw why she had it. The picture would tell all.

"Great." He watched her move as she went about setting up the light.

Britany inserted the bulb into the ceiling-fan light. Carefully pulling the curtains, she made sure that no outside light could be seen, then turning off the other lights, she stood by the switch that would turn on the black light. Waiting, she gave him time to begin to wonder at what was going on.

He sat in the darkness wondering why she was waiting. Turning in the direction so as to be facing her, he started to ask when the light came on.

Quickly, before he had time to look around the room, Britany ran to the bed and dove at him. Landing on top of him, she put her hands over his eyes.

Laughing, he went over backwards as she landed on him. He was surprised by her sudden rush. "What are you doing?"

With her hand still covering his eyes, she spoke quietly, "Jesse, there's something special that I want you to see, but I want to be the one to point you to it. Keep your eyes closed and come with me." She removed her hand and got up off of him.

"I wish you hadn't done that."

"What?"

"Gotten up."

Britany was glad that he couldn't see her expression. A feeling of warmth passed through her with his words.

She stopped him in front of the west wall. Before she told him to open his eyes, she looked at his face. Standing there, he seemed so innocent. Sighing, she carefully spoke. "I told you that I decided everything that would be in this room. I came up with the concept of what you are going to see. Mom had a professional artist to come in and do it for me. I think he did the picture perfect, it looks almost real. Don't be too surprised." She paused for a second more. "Okay, you can look now."

Jesse gasped as he opened his eyes. There, in front of him, was the most gorgeous picture of a girl in a white sheer drape kneeling in front of the biggest black wolf he had ever seen.

"Britany? How? What? That's you!"

"Do you like it? It's me and Justin. I freaked out when I saw it for the first time.

In awe, Jesse shook his head. "Brit, this is wonderful! I hope you don't care if I bring the other guys to see this. They won't believe me otherwise. It's fucking amazing! This is practically a masterpiece! This would make one hell of a cover for our first album! In fact I hope the guys like it!"

"Thanks. I hoped you'd like it. I've shown it to a few of my friends and they thought I had lost it completely. But, then I decided a long time ago that I don't need people's approval for everything I do. Right?"

"Right. Thank you, Wolf."

"For what?"

"For showing me this," he motioned toward the painting, "And for this..." He turned and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Britany." Sweeping her up, he carried her to the bed and gently sat her down on it. Stepping back, he quickly removed his shirt and undid the button on his jeans. Seeing her eyes following his hands and her frightened look, he smiled, "Don't worry, not yet. I know that you're not ready. We've got plenty of time. Everything has got to be right. I promised, remember?"

She relaxed and sat waiting and watching. Not trusting her voice, she spoke, unconsciously, with her eyes. As her fear subsided, they held nothing but trust and desire. Trust in him; desire to touch him and to feel that magnificent body next hers.

His muscles rippled under the smooth bronze skin of his chest and shoulders. He was wonderful. He moved with the easy flowing movements of a cat. His look was serious, yet inviting. Seductively pursed lips were accentuated by dark molten brown eyes. Long flaxen hair fell in soft, glossy waves over his shoulders and back. His entire being dripped with a sensual touchable quality.

Just looking at him made her want him.

Jesse, seeing her look, stood quietly for a few moments before he moved toward her. It would be better to let her get used to him a little at the time. He knew not to push it, especially on her first time. She had to be ready. She needed a little longer. To break the tension, he asked, "Britany, I think I know what kind of person you are. You'd be more comfortable if there was some music, wouldn't you?"

Lost in her own thoughts, she started at his words, "Oh, yeah." She started to get up.

"No, you stay there. I'll do it." He moved to the stereo and opened the black tape case on top of it. With interest, he noted everything that she had. Lots of his own favorites. Choosing one, he slipped it in and turned back to face Brit.

She sat waiting as the music started. She liked his choice and nodded in appreciation.

"How's that?"

"Nice choice." She sat silently in the middle of the huge bed with her knees pulled around beside her body. Unable to tear her eyes away from him, she could barely believe the sight in front of her. He seemed to take her breath away.

Jesse stood facing her. He saw that she wasn't as terrified as she had been, still slightly apprehensive, but more curious. Her innocence was provocative. In his mind and body, he wanted to take her then, instantly, but in his heart, with its burgeoning love for her, he knew he had to make it right for her.

Even as he moved toward her, Britany dropped her head. She didn't see his slow movement. She didn't know that he was coming. His hand suddenly appearing in front of her, startled her.

Reaching down, he cupped her chin in his hand. Lifting her head, he stared into her ice blue eyes. Never had he felt that he could lose himself in a pair of eyes as he did with hers. Their shining depths unconsciously beckoned him. Willing to obey, he slipped onto the bed and kneeled in front of her. Easing both hands around behind her, he pulled her toward him.

Leaning to him, Brit felt their lips meet. As his tongue entered and found hers, she felt an inexpressible feeling surge through her young, untried body. She knew that if this was any indication, this would definitely be one night she would never forget. She moved her hands around behind him. Stroking his warm, bare back with her fingertips, she teased him with her nails. Running the hand down to his waist, she slid it into the back of his jeans. The heat of his smooth silky skin excited her.

Feeling her hand caressing him, Jesse felt his resolve to be totally in control slip. Suddenly the words of the song on the stereo penetrated his fuzzy thoughts. "All in the name of rock,... All in the name of rock and roll,... All in the name of rock,... For sex and sex I'd sell my soul,... All in the name of,... All in the name of rock-rock-rock!" Jesse backed up enough to look down at her. With his lips in their characteristic pout, he thought again of the words.

She, too, had heard the words. Pushing her hand lower, she slowly winked at him. "All in the name of rock and roll..." As her hand forced the already skin tight jeans to open more, she heard the zipper slip.

Reaching up between them, Jesse slowly undid the first few buttons on the shirt she wore.

Never letting her eyes leave his face, she saw his questioning look. Barely nodding, she closed her eyes to the sensation of his hands.

Unbuttoning the last buttons, he stopped again, to watch her face.

In response, she moved her fingers slowly over his skin. Suddenly letting her head fall forward, she quickly jerked it back and tossed her hair.

He gasped as the long blond hair fell back around her shoulders in disarray. So seductive, yet so innocent. She just didn't know how perfect she was. He loved more than her mind and attitude, he loved her body. This, by law, was wrong, but everything felt so right. She sighed deeply as his hands moved to her shoulders. When his hot palms touched her bare skin, she moved her hands and let them fall to her sides. Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes as her shirt fell onto the bed behind her. Her tongue played on her parted lips, inviting him. Accepting, he slipped his arms around her again and found her mouth with his own. Leaving her lips, he ran his tongue along the bottom ridge of her jaw. Finding her earlobe, he nibbled gently then moved to her neck.

With the sudden thrilling sensation on her neck, Britany involuntarily tensed and jerked. Not with pain, but in pleasure. She felt the masterful, practiced touch he had.

When her shirt first fell, he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered, but the thought slipped away quickly as he felt his own reactions to her response.

On her way in from putting up the animal, she had stopped by the bathroom. There, as usual, for comfort, she had removed her bra and changed shirts. She hadn't thought about the fact that she was helping Jesse out.

He nuzzled her neck for a second more, then moved with teeth and tongue to her shoulder. Nipping and teasing, he kissed her skin with a passion he knew she, too, felt. As he did, he eased his hands up onto her chest. Her gasp told him what to do. Gently, he placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her back.

As she lay back onto the bed, she straightened her legs. As she did, her legs slid between his parted knees.

Pulling up and looking down at her, he was awed by her beauty. From his position over her lower thighs, he reached to undo the fastenings on her shorts.

Opening her eyes, she watched him. She felt no fear. As he moved from over her, she lifted her hips as he slid the shorts off.

Knowing he had to ease off a little now, he stopped and slipped off the bed. Moving around to the side of the bed, he reached down and took Britany's hand. Forcing her up to stand beside him, he reached to pull the bed covers back.

Then, to her surprise, he picked her up.

Laying her back in the middle of the bed, he eased the covers back over her. He knew things would be easier for her like this.

As soon as the sheets covered her, Britany slipped out of what little was left of her clothes. Reaching out, she dropped them beside the bed at Jesse's feet.

With a glance at the panties lying at his feet, he looked back at her face. Seeing the warm invitation it held, he knew she was ready for everything. Her whole person had changed. No more was she the frightened little kitten he had found earlier, she was transformed just as he had hoped. She was a budding vixen. And he wanted her. Slipping out of the rest of his clothes, his eyes asked with a single look.

Sighing with total pleasure, Britany looked him up and down. Back to the depths of his eyes, she could see his desire. The passion in his body radiated out like a fire's heat. Flipping the cover from over her body, she half sat up, leaning on one elbow.

As he slipped in beside her, the feel of her body next to him sent a rocketing fire through him. He could feel her every sinuous curve.

As his hot body touched her, Britany pressed herself closer to him. As her hands glided teasingly over his back, she felt the fiery silkiness of his skin. His weight on top of her was almost more than her senses could take.

He moved to kiss her again, exploring her mouth ever so tenderly. Slowly, he worked his way over her neck and throat, lightly tickling with his tongue as his hands gently caressed her sides.

Britany let her senses take over. These exquisite feelings were new. She turned herself over to him entirely.

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