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over her panties. I could feel her soft lips through the fabric- Jesus she felt good!
    Slowly I started to stroke her. She had tensed up a bit but she was beginning to relax as she realized I wasn’t going to rush her. Now she was whimpering again and rocking her hips against my hand.
    I moved my hand up and slid it into her panties.
    She was slippery and silky and so, so tight.
    Holy fucking hell.
    How the fuck was I supposed to stop?
    I rolled off her abruptly, staring at the ceiling.
    “FUCK.”
    I felt her turn to face me on the bed.
    “Jace? What’s wrong?”
    “I gotta go.”
    “Did I do something ?”
    I shook my head. She reached out to touch my shoulder and I jerked away.
    “No- I just- don’t touch me! I’m trying not to fucking do something you are going to regret.”
    I had never not wanted to hit it and quit it before in my life. And here I was, telling a girl to go slow.
    A girl who was driving me insane with lust just by breathing.
    I turned my head, risking a look at her.
    Her eyes were wide with hurt.
    God damn it.
    I rolled over on top of her again.

Frannie

    Jace was doing things to me that I had never imagined. Just his hand between my legs… I was quivering and hot and cold all over.
    But he kept stopping.
    His hands were still now, one resting just above my panties. The other gripped my hip. I’d always felt uncomfortable about the size of my hips, but the way he was grabbing them made me feel like they were something good.
    Desirable even.
    Jace was making me feel all sorts of things in that department.
    He was staring at me, his eyes dark. All I could do was wait. I wanted… I wanted him to play with me some more.
    Down there.
    Oh God did I ever…
    “Jace…”
    “Uh huh.”
    “What are you-“
    “Christ Frannie, do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”
    I shook my head. I didn’t know. He was unhappy about something though.
    “Is there anything I can do to help?”
    He laughed sharply.
    “You can’t help me.”
    I stared at him, feeling like I was going to die if he didn’t touch me again.
    “I need to get the fuck out of here.”
    “You don’t want… me?”
    He grabbed my hands, pining them above me.
    “Right now I want to tear those fucking panties off and dive into you. I want to grind you into that mattress with my cock until you can barely walk. I want to stay inside you all night.”
    He laughed harshly.
    “Fuck the night. I want to go inside you and stay there for days. Weeks. Fucking years..”
    He held my hands above me with one hand while the other slid down my body. I wiggled beneath him, craving his touch.
    “But you would hate me for it.”
    He stared down at me and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He did want me after all.
    He was… being considerate. I didn’t like it though. But I knew he was right. I wouldn’t stop him if he tried to screw me. And I would regret it.
    He rolled away and lay on his back. I could see the large shape of his erect cock pressing against his jeans. I wanted to reach out and touch it. But I didn’t.
    Sweet relief and a strange sort of elation came over me. I was the one who did this to him. Not that trashy blond chick from the track.
    Me.
    Little Miss Frannie Turner.
    “Can I see you tomorrow?”
    I smiled at him, feeling very womanly all the sudden.
    “It is tomorrow.”
    He turned to stare at me, his face serious.
    “I mean it. I want to take you out tomorrow. And every other day this week.”
    I rolled my eyes at him. He was exaggerating. But I would humor him.
    “Okay.”
    He smiled and stood up, pulling his shirt back on. I started to get up and he stopped me.
    “Don’t. Just stay right there. I want to remember you like this.”
    I stayed where I was, half naked on the bed. It felt weird to be undressed in front of him.
    But not bad weird.
    Exciting weird.
    “What do you want to do tomorrow?”
    I was out of breath as his finger tips traces my curves.
    “What- whatever you want.”
    He raised his