"Since when was being a virgin such a turn off?" She asked, stomping out of the bathroom and heading for the bed. She needed to sit. Her legs felt rubbery from all the anger. "You're not a turn off." He said gently, walking towards her. "I wanted you so much that I forgot all about protection. That's how much I wanted you." "I forgot too." She said sheepishly. He plopped down on the bed, next to her and reached for her hand. "You need to tell me these things so that I can help you with the pain." "I thought it just hurt because you were so big." She said in an embarrassed tone.

He tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help smiling. "Katie, your first time will hurt regardless of my size. What's important is how we deal with it. I would've been more attentive to your needs. Your first time should be perfect." "It will be perfect if it's with you. I don't need a romantic dinner under the moonlight. I just need you." She insisted. "I don't want you to regret it." He avoided looking at her.

"I've waited so long for the perfect person. Don't make me wait any longer." She pleaded. He sighed then looked into her eyes. "I'm not sure if I'm ready." He confessed. "I thought you had done-" "Actually I'm still in shock. I need time to recover." He joked around then got serious again. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be your first person. I'm scared." "Prude." She accused him teasingly. "You're one to talk." He mused. "So do we wait until you're ready?" She asked curiously. "Just give me a little time please." He begged. "Maybe I should've gone out with James." She said jokingly, picking at the lint of the towel. "Then I would've had to kick his ass." He put his arms around her.

"You wouldn't have." She rolled her eyes. "I've waited for the perfect person too. A fist fight would've been worth it." He brought her hand to his lips. "Stop it." She pushed him away, laughing. "Stop what?" He asked, confused. "Stop being so darn lovable." She pulled him down with her onto the bed. They lay side by side, smiling and nuzzling their noses, enjoying the moment. "Honestly though, am I really that big?" He asked her. "Oh, I don't know." She shrugged playfully. "Let me refresh my memory." She ran her hand down to his crotch, cupping him with her palm.

"A simple yes or no would've been enough." He blushed. "The bigger the better right?" She pulled at the towel, loosening it. "I wish I had bigger breasts." "No. They are just right. Not too big, not too small." He bent his head down to kiss one of them through the towel. "Sure, that's what you say now. Just wait till Pamela Anderson walks by." She rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't trade you for all the Pamelas in the world." He said sincerely. "I wouldn't either." She smiled. "I sure hope not. Pamela and Katie together, just wrong." He shook his head. "That's not what-" She started to say, but decided to use another tactic this time. He gasped as she pulled at him, catching him by surprise. "Did that hurt?" She feigned innocence.

"Nothing a cold shower can't fix." He murmured. "Can't I try to fix it?" She asked, giving him the look, which turned him to mush every time, except this time he was rock hard. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." He tried to compose himself. "Are you sure?" She stroked him hard, making his hips buck. "I've taken first aid class." She wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb sweeping the head lightly. He was still moist from the bath and so was she, but definitely not from the same thing. "Suddenly I'm not so sure anymore." He moaned out, his hands working on the knot that kept her towel up. "That's okay. Just follow my lead." She moved her hand up and down his length.

"I'm following." He scooted the towel down a little, then kissed the top of her breasts. "Keep going." She urged. He opened up the cloth that was wrapped around her body a little so that her breasts were free of it, inhaling the scent of her skin. She felt her body gravitate towards him as her hand moved faster. "Katie." He gasped when he felt his hardness bump against her towel-clad thigh. Her head rolled and rested against the crook of his neck, moaning as she guided him closer to her aching core. His body involuntarily moved with the rhythm, wanting desperately to rid her of all covers.

"I won't last." He panted out. "You don't have to." She pushed against him, making him fall onto his back. "Just follow my lead." She crawled on top of him, the towel hanging loosely around her body. She settled herself so that she lay on top of him, his length grinding against her stomach. "I thought you said you'd wait." He teased her as she gently moved against him.

"This is just for practice." She shut him up with her lips, her tongue probing into his mouth. His hands went to her waist, matching her frantic pace. Her towel rode up her waist and soon he could distinctly feel himself at her entrance, occasionally slipping in and out. His grip tightened every time he found himself in the position where all he had to do was push to feel her tightness surround him. He tore his mouth away from hers, finding it hard to control himself. "Katie." He pleaded, trying to still her, but she brushed his hands away.

"A little more." She begged him. He could tell that she was close, her dilated eyes staring into his. He wished that he could relieve her of this ache, but he couldn't. He flipped her over, surprising her and pinned her down.

"Katie, I'm just a man." One second more and she wouldn't have left this room a virgin anymore. His hands shook as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't believe the self-control he had at this moment and it amazed him. "I'm sorry." She turned her head away, too embarrassed. She was being selfish and thinking about her needs, about the mind-blowing orgasm that she was about to experience. "No. Don't be sorry. I'm sorry." He got off of her and lay beside her. "I guess we're both sorry then." She rolled onto her side and pinched his nipple playfully. "Oh no no no. No more." He chuckled. "I need myself a cold shower." He tried to get up, but she stopped him. "Do you think a cold shower will help me too?" She asked, still aroused. "I don't know." He scratched his messy hair.

"That's okay. I'll just think of my puppy that died in ninth grade and I'll be okay." She let go of him, laid back and closed her eyes. She felt his eyes on her and she peeked a little. "Go on!" She gestured him to go take his cold shower. He lay on his side and was staring at her and it was stirring something up in her again. "You are so cute when you are concentrating." He grinned.

"Stop." She rolled her eyes. She prayed that he would get in the shower quickly because she was on the verge of making a fool out of herself again by jumping him.

"Maybe I can fix you." He pulled her closer, running his hand up her thigh, making her rub her leg against his. His fingers rubbed the skin that had been waxed softly before slipping past the dark curls. He moaned when he felt how wet she was. She gasped as he inserted one finger into her, moving it slowly, letting her get used to it. Her hips moved in small circles, needing more. Another finger entered her, gently stretching her inner walls. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back; her leg resting on top of his.

His breathing became heavier, his nose filled with the scent of her arousal. Her nipples rubbed against his bare chest, her leg moving up and resting right below his waist, giving him more access. The slippery sound of his fingers pumping in and out of her filled the room, working him into frenzy.

He groaned when she took him in her hand again, maybe a cold shower wouldn't be that necessary after all. They lay on their sides, ravishing each other with lust, each working towards the other's release. Her inner walls tightened around his fingers and he knew that she was close. Her movements became more jerky and still holding him in her hand, maneuvering him between her legs again.

He whimpered when he came in contact with her wetness, her moisture soaking the tip of his cock. His fingers still stayed inside her, but he was tempted to remove them and slide into her and fill her completely. She let out a muffled cry, sinking her teeth into his neck as she writhed against him and he found himself gasping for breath. After a long moment, she finally flopped onto her back, unable to think, talk or do anything. She had never felt anything like this before. Her eyes, still glazed, glanced at him, whose head was lying on her chest.

"Josh?" She barely got out. She touched the bite mark and winced. "Josh?" She stroked his hair softly. "God." He sighed out, falling onto his back. That was when she noticed the sticky liquid on her stomach. "I'm sorry." He grabbed for his long forgotten towel and tried to wipe it off of her. "It's okay." She stopped him. "I'm sorry for the bite." "A battle scar. Nothing to be ashamed of." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Now what say we go take that shower?" He suggested, pulling her up. "Just don't make it cold." She threw her arms around him and they both toppled off the bed.

She stirred as the phone rang. She pulled the pillow over her head, still exhausted from last night's event. "Phone." She called out in a muffled voice. It kept ringing. "Josh." She nudged him with her foot. "Fuck." He rolled over, reaching over her for the phone. "Hello?" He answered in a sleepy voice. "Yeah…okay…uh-huh…what? Now?" He slammed the phone down, jumped out of the bed, causing quite a spectacle. "What's wrong?" She asked, her head still under the pillow. "They are here." He said frantically. "Who?" "The people from Seventeen. They are waiting at the lobby. I'm fucking late." She finally brought her head out and looked at him. He was running around, pulling on a shirt and jeans. "Fuck." He swore again, stuffing his feet into his sneakers. He grabbed his wallet next to the end table on her side of the bed then bent down to kiss her on the head. "I'll see ya later." "Josh." She said, gesturing to his messy hair. "Oh." He quickly used his finger to comb through his hair, flashed her a smile then ran out of the room. She shook her head in amusement. "I heard that." He called out, making her laugh.

The door slammed shut and she knew that he was gone. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She debated what to do next. She got out of bed, walked around the room, cleaning up the mess he had made then headed back to the bed. She reached for the remote control and sat herself down. She flipped through the channels, not able to find anything worth watching until she came upon moans and groans.

Porn in broad daylight, she shook her head. What was the world coming to? Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head. She found herself wondering if she was that flexible when the doorbell rang. She jumped up, fumbled with the remote then finally got the television to turn off then straightened herself, hoping that it wouldn't be written all over her face that she had been watching porn. She quietly walked out of the bedroom, praying that it was just house keeping, not the media or the seventeen people. After looking through the eyehole in the door, she opened it. "Room service." The man said, pushing a cart into the room. "This is a mistake. I didn't order an-" She started to say. "Mr. Jackson told us to bring up breakfast for the lady." He smiled. "Oh…" She was stunned. Even when he was in a hurry, he still managed to do something like this.

"Oh…" Her eyes grew wide as she realized that the poor man was waiting for his tip. She ran into the bedroom, took out some bills then ran back out and handed them to him. "Thank you." He said gratefully, closing the door to the suite. She stood in front of the cart then let out a small squeal of happiness.

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