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“So, my parents aren’t home,” she says. “I swore I wouldn’t leave the house while they were gone.”
She’s nervous as she tells you that, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It distracts you. Your eyes keep darting to it as the material inches up further and further. “How long will they be gone?”
“Until tomorrow,” she says. “So it’s just me, home, alone, all night long… whatever shall I do with my night?”
You meet her gaze. You smile.
You don’t have to say a word.
She pulls you into the house. She’s bold, again making the first move, kissing you as soon as you’re inside. Her lips express confidence, but her hands are shaking. You grab them, holding them, and kiss her back.
“Happy birthday,” she whispers. “I have something to show you.”
“Can’t wait to see it.”
She takes you upstairs.
She takes you to her bedroom.
It’s dimly lit from a small lamp and looks like the typical room of a teenage girl—cluttered, a lot of color, flowery comforter. There’s a Breezeo Ghosted poster on the wall above her bed. There’s a candle lit on a nearby desk. It smells like vanilla.
“You sure about this?” you ask when she kisses you again, but there’s no doubt that she’s sure. “I figured you’d want to watch a movie or something first.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asks, kissing along your bruised jawline. “I mean, I guess we can, if that’s what you want…”
“Fuck that,” you say as you move her to the bed. “What I want is to find out what it feels like to be inside of you.”
She blushes, and laughs, the sound morphing to moans as you kiss her neck. You waste no time pulling off her dress, leaving her in front of you in a lacy black thong with a matching bra.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, K,” you say as your gaze scans her. “So goddamn beautiful.”
She dramatically rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious,” you say, tugging her down onto the bed. “Don’t you ever doubt that. You’re the queen, baby… I’m just a commoner.”
“Did you just…?” She stares at you as you push her onto her back and hover over her. “Oh my god, you seriously just quoted Breezeo to me.”
“Foreplay,” you say. “Besides, it’s a good line.”
She’s speechless.
You yank off your shirt and kick off your shoes. You only have one condom stashed in your wallet, not thinking you’d actually get this far, and who knows how old the thing is, but she’s on the pill, so you roll with it. No stopping now.
The rest of the clothes disappear.
You move slowly, your touch gentle, giving her time to adjust. Your fingers are inside of her, and your mouth is on her, as orgasm rips through her. You go easy, as you take her virginity, pushing in carefully and pausing. She’s trusting you, giving herself to you. You don’t want to hurt her.
You make her feel good.
Over and over.
You stay all night long.
It’s nearing dawn when you finally slip your clothes back on. She’s laying there, the blanket wrapped around her, watching as you sit down on the edge of the bed to put your shoes on.
As you tie them, she sits up, wrapping her arms around you from behind. She hugs you, her head resting against your back. She stays that way for a few minutes before she pushes away from you. “Crap, almost forgot to show you that thing for your birthday!”
“I thought that thing was you.”
“What? No.” She laughs, blanket still wrapped around her. She almost trips on it as she drags you downstairs, forcing you onto the couch in the living room. “Sit.”
She sits beside you and turns on the TV. You think maybe she’s trying to watch a movie now, but no, she goes to something that she recorded—Law & Order.
“No way,” you say when she presses play.
It’s your episode.
“It was on a few days ago,” she tells you. “Luckily, cable plays the same things over and over, and I caught it on a rerun.”
You laugh, putting your arm around her.
The two of you sit together and watch it.
Not just your parts. You watch the whole thing. When it’s over, she looks at you and says, “I don’t care what else you do in the future, even when you’re the biggest movie star in the world… the dead kid on Law & Order will always be my favorite part you’ve played.”
You leave not long after that.
It’s seven o’clock in the morning.
And you don’t know this, but that girl? She realizes, as your car speeds away, that she’s desperately falling in love with you. Her body’s sore, and her chest aches, her heart pounding wildly. She hasn’t had a moment of sleep, but that matters not a bit. She’s sky-high, and nothing can bring her down from this euphoria—not even when a nosy neighbor tells her father all about the blue Porsche that spent the night parked in the driveway. Not even when he notices the love bites around her neck from your frantic lips. Not even when he threatens to take your manhood and tells her she’s grounded for the rest of her life. Because the night that girl just spent with you? Worth it.
