He walked to the back of his vehicle then opened the rear side door, pushed back the seats so that they flattened out and gestured for her to get in. She crawled into the car with a little difficulty because of her skirt, which didn't allow her to spread her legs so much. He got in with her after her and set the pizza down.

"You thought this through didn't you?" She asked him, eyeing the fuzzy blue blanket tucked away in a corner. "Not really. That rag has been here since forever." He tried to downplay it. What a liar, she thought to herself. She noticed the clean carpet floor, the squeaky-clean windows and the scent of mint. A mere 'not really' couldn't have accomplished all this.

"Be right back." He suddenly got onto his knees and headed towards the front of the car. She smiled and bit her bottom lip, unable to take her eyes off the curves of his behind. She quickly tore her eyes away when he came back to his seat. The fact that she had seen his bare ass before was making it harder. "What's that?" She asked, peering at the bottle he handed her. "Beer." He said obviously. "I know it is beer, but what beer?" "Granville island lager, Canadian beer." He answered. She turned the bottle cap with her bare hand, twisted it off then took a sip of it.

"I like it. I hope you have some more of this beer." She said, taking a gulp this time. "Nope. I do want you sober at the end of the night. What's the point of a date if you won't remember it the next morning." He flipped open the pizza box, handed her a slice and some napkins. "So this is a date." She snapped her finger. "Well, I don't know if it can be called a date-date. It's just pizza and beer. Nothing extravagant or romantic."

"Oh I don't know. Breathtaking view, delicious Italian food, foreign drink and to top it off, the perfect person. That's all the extravagance and romance a woman needs." "Ah, but let's not forget that you're not just any woman." He snapped his finger, mimicking her previous action. "Shut up. I'll give credit to whomever I want." She leaned over the box of pizza, sitting between them, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
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Katie stretched in her seat as they pulled into a familiar street. "Are we going to Nat's again?" She asked curiously. They were going down the same road that they had in the beginning of the night. As much as she was sure that Nat adored Josh, she was sure that a 1 a.m. visit wouldn't be appreciated. There was also the matter of her work. According to her schedule, she had to start shooting at 2 p.m. "Never mind." She was referring to her question because they had passed the Pizzeria. "Patience." He turned the car into a small street, which looked like a housing area. "I think I've been very patient today." She twirled her hair around with her finger. "Well, wait no more because we are here." He pulled into the driveway of a house. "And here is?" She looked around. "Home sweet home." He unbuckled his seat belt and quietly got out, gesturing her to do the same.

"Home sweet home." She repeated after him, following him as he held her hand and pulled her towards the front door. As far as she knew, guys took their dates to their house to meet their parents or to engage in NC-17 activities. From the look of things, she was pretty sure that the Jackson family, sans Josh, was snoozing away in their bed. She felt her hands get clammy from nervousness. True, she had been quite the sex kitten, but the fact that it was going to happen now nerved her a little. He turned the key very slowly, not wanting to wake his mother and sister up. She withdrew her hand from his and wiped it on her skirt. They crept into the house quietly, up the stairs and into the last room on the right.

"Whew." He let out a breath, closing the door behind them. She looked around a little and smiled. This was his bedroom. His bedroom, which meant that it was time for… "You can take off your jacket." He said, shrugging off his. She gave him a crooked smile and handed him hers. She had heard many first time stories from her friends and they all said that it hurt. The thought of having a part of her body ripped or torn scared her tremendously. She wasn't scared about regretting it or anything like that. It was just the pain involved.

"I'm not going to eat you." He joked then quickly shut up as he realized what he had said. Things were getting uncomfortable real fast and it wasn't supposed to. It wasn't that long ago that she had tried to seduce him in the hotel room; yet here they were in his room and they couldn't even look at each other.

"Maybe I should tell you why I brought you here and hopefully that will get rid of the big elephant that's in this room." He smacked his head again as soon as he blurted these words out. "You'll hurt yourself." She giggled. He sat himself on the bed and pulled her towards him. "The reason I brought you here was not because I wanted to get into your panties, but because I wanted to show you my room."

"That's a pity because I wore my best panty today." She said coyly. After learning his intentions, she felt the fear disappear and suddenly she felt like she could purr and pin him to the bed. "I wanted to show you the room that I grew up in." He pulled her down onto his lap and held her tightly. "It was in this very room that I had spilt many tears when my father left us." He brought her hand to his face and rubbed his cheek against it. She couldn't help, but feel a tug in her heart as he bared his soul to her. "It was in this room that I swore never to cry again." He kissed each of her fingertips gently. She swallowed the lump in her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling tears gather in her eyes fast.

"Why are you crying? Don't cry for me." He said quietly, untangling himself from her. "I brought you here for many reasons, least of all for pity." "No." She protested. "I would never pity you." She reached for him again. "Don't waste your tears on me." He smiled sadly; wiping away the drop that was making it's way down her cheek. "When it comes to you, nothing's ever a waste." She gently brushed his hand away and touched his forehead with hers. "How did I get so lucky?" He asked, his lips an inch away from hers. "We're both lucky." She rubbed her nose against his with affection.

"Oh, I don't know about that. You're quite the catch and look at me." He teased as the mood lightened. "Shut up and kiss me." She caught him off guard, but he smiled and brought his lips to hers. She gladly parted her lips, letting his tongue in to dance with hers. Her hand ran across his chest, feeling the broadness, while his were on the back of her head, tilting her head so that he could delve further into her mouth. Soon she became more forceful, leaning into him, practically pushing against him. "Close your eyes." She whispered, breaking the kiss. He did as he was told. She pulled the gray sweater over her head slowly and dropped it onto the carpet floor.

"You're the best catch." She traced her finger along the curves of his lips with her finger. "Now look at me." She said shyly. He slowly opened his eyes and took in a sharp breath. Her cheeks turned into the same shade as her bra, waiting for him to say something, anything.

"You're so beautiful." He managed to spit out, running his hand across the top of her chest, not quite touching her yet sending shivers down her spine. He lifted his eyes to meet hers and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on the lobe. She felt herself drowning in the warmth of his eyes. Her hands played with the hem of his shirt then she finally pulled at it, signaling him that she wanted it off of him.

He swiftly stripped the shirt off, giving in to her command. She reached behind and tried to unclasp the hook of her bra, wanting to rid herself of the only barrier between his bare chest and hers. His hand stopped her and she gave him a confused look. He pushed her hand away lightly, and brushed his lips on her shoulder, slowly moving the bra strap down her arm. Her nipples tightened and he must've seen it through the thin mesh material because his eyes darkened immediately. He paid the same attention to her other shoulder and peered at her for a second, silently asking for her permission. She shrugged a little, letting the straps slide down further, revealing more of her ample breasts. He put his palm out forward, wanting to touch them, but he hesitated and closed his fist. She smiled and held his knuckle to her lips and unclenched his ball of fist, wanting him to touch her.

He reluctantly opened his hand and placed it on the small of her back. His fingers worked to unfasten the hook. Once undone, he slowly pulled each strap off of her arm one by one, discarded it on the floor next to her cashmere top. His eyes never traveled down to her chest, but stayed trained on her face. She cupped his face with her hands and pulled him in for another kiss. He hissed a little as her nipples grazed against his bare chest. She lay her head at the crook of his neck, loving the filling of his heart beating against hers as he held her tight. "I could stay like this forever." He said, kissing her head.

"I can't." She whispered then pushed him onto the bed. His face wore the expression of surprise, but was soon replaced by desire as she lay on top of him. His hands traveled up her skirt and rested on her thigh, not daring to venture any further. Meanwhile, her fingers played with the button if his jeans, before unbuttoning it then sliding the zipper down slowly. "Katie." He said softly, stopping her momentarily. She retrieved her hands and brought them to his face, needing him to see how much she wanted this. She bent her head and nipped at his neck, occasionally letting her leg brush against his growing erection. As she did this, her skirt rode up her legs, settling above her upper thighs. Soon enough she could feel the material of his boxer rub against the mesh of her panty and she gasped a little. The thin material allowed her to feel every brush and every move and she was sure that he felt it too because a moan escaped from his lips. She settled herself so that every time she moved, she would rock against him. His hands moved to her waist, helping her find a rhythm.

The muscles on his stomach tightened as she bit down gently on his ear lobe. Reaching behind her, she pulled down the zipper of her skirt and wiggled out of it, kicking it to the foot of the bed. He followed suit, not thinking about where this could lead them. With so little barrier between them, she groaned and spread her legs a little. The feeling of him grinding against her soaked underwear was causing her inner muscles to scream. His hand danced on the skin of her leg, tiptoeing up before letting his finger hook under the band of the piece of mesh. She urged him on to touch her and mewled when he stroked her gently. His finger left her aching flesh, but stayed on the elastic of her panty, moving it to one side.

"Ah~" She gasped out when his knuckle accidentally grazed against her swollen lips. "Joshua?" There was a knock at the door. All movements stilled. "Josh? Is that you?" It was a woman's voice. "Shit." He swore under his breath. "Oh my God." She frantically whispered as he shushed her.

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