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It struck me then that all the guys Adam had introduced us to, as well as the girls, were drinking something non-alcoholic. I didn't make the mistake of thinking that the entire place was dry, but the hosts were drinking non-alcoholic beverages. I almost wanted to cry at the gesture, and I knew who was behind it. Oh, he was getting the best, longest, most spectacular blow job ever tonight.
"Ivy, as the new girl, it's up to you to decide which of these three beers is better tasting."
Bo opened the refrigerator and took out three bottles. Ivy looked at me suspiciously, as if I'd put them up to it, but I hadn't. I'd never request this kind of accommodation, but the fact that Finn and his friends would go to these lengths to make us—or Ivy—feel comfortable and have fun made me want to cry but for a host of reasons other than sadness.
I gave her a slight shake of my head to indicate I had no knowledge of this, and she allowed herself to be drawn over by the roommates into a taste testing contest.
"Finn's upstairs. Only door on the right at the top of the stairs," Adam whispered in my ear.
I hesitated, looking at Ivy, but Adam gave me a push. "Let us watch her for tonight. You go have fun."
I ran off. Literally. I bounded up the stairs and then knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" an impatient Finn said from inside.
I took the chance and opened the door. Finn was sitting on a chair, hunched over with his phone in his hands.
"Hey, I was just calling you." He rose and threw the phone on the chair. In two strides he was in front of me, drawing me into the warmth of his embrace. "What took you so long?"
"Ivy insisted that we'd look lame if we showed up any earlier."
He pulled me against his shoulder and stroked my hair. "I wanted you here yesterday."
"What's with all the tarps outside?"
"We built a slip and slide a couple weeks ago."
"Out of?"
"Air mattresses, tarps, and about ten gallons of baby oil. I think we killed the grass."
"But had fun doing it?"
"Exactly."
"What was I doing?"
"You were defacing a dead pig."
I noticed he had maneuvered me to his bed. It was a giant thing—larger than the one at the farm house.
"How big is this bed?" I asked as he pushed me on top of it.
"Big enough for you and me." He settled his body next to mine and began nibbling at my neck while unbuttoning my blouse.
"Should we go downstairs?" I made no attempt to stop him.
"No, we should definitely not." He pushed aside one side of the shirt and then the other. My nipples hardened under my bra as he stared at them. He didn't kiss me immediately but instead proceeded to unbutton and unzip my shorts. With quick and economic movements, he had my bra and panties off and tossed aside.
I tugged at his T-shirt, but he twisted out of my grasp.
"Nope. I need to have my clothes on, or I'll end up coming in about five seconds. We need the first time to last at least ten, or you'll be tempted to dump my ass for failure to perform."
His cheeks were ruddy, but that was from arousal rather than embarrassment. We both knew the likelihood of me breaking it off with him was less than zero. He climbed on the bed like a mountain cat and pulled me onto his lap. I felt hot and needy, and he hadn't touched even one erogenous zone yet.
Carefully he arranged each one of my legs on either side of his hips and then pulled me close. I could feel the marble hard length of him against my bare skin, but he made no attempt to unzip and penetrate me.
He started kissing me, first around my face, feathering kisses at the corners of my eyes, and then my lips.
