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blanket on one wall.
    Abby headed for the kitchen.
    “You want a beer?” she called to Ari, who was still admiring the lounge.
    “ I want to see the bedroom.”
    One- tracked mind, as always. Her cheeks dimpled. Boys were so predictable.
    She got him a can of Stella Artois anyway. They were both seventeen, but this was a place away from civilization, as he put it, and they could both drink to their hearts’ content.
    Ari plopped himself down on the comfortable sofa. He patted the space beside him. “Come here and sit by me.”
    He took the beer she handed to him and tore off the cap. He took a long, foamy drink. She watched him swallow the draught, his Adam’s apple undulating in his long throat. A spasm of desire twitched between her legs as she saw herself sucking on that graceful neck.
    He set down the beer. His upper lip wore a foam moustache.
    “Come here and kiss this off me,” he growled.
    Laughing, she threw herself on his lap. He grabbed her waist and pushed her down on the couch. She gasped at his sudden strength and passion.
    “I want you, Abby,” he whispered. His breath was hot against her cheek.
    He kissed her. Their tongues met savagely and then entwined. He cupped one of her breasts firmly, and then reached down to yank her top off. She helped him by holding up her arms. She didn’t wear a brassiere underneath. Didn’t like to in this heat.
    His crotch was bulging in his jeans as his fingers lazily moved down to flicker one of her hard, hard nipples. Something in her groin turned to mush.
    “Oooh, look at these,” he murmured.
    He bent down to bite her nipple gently, and she thought she would come just by the sheer bliss of that wet sensation. His fingertips traced the top of her jeans waistline.
    “Off,” he ordered.
    She helped him unbutton her jeans and slide them off her legs. Then off came her panties. And off came his T-shirt and jeans. They were both naked when he clambered all over her again, his knees sinking into the sofa, encapsulating her hips in between them.
    His cock was hard. Very hard. She had never seen it before in its full glory, and now she couldn’t take her eyes off it. His dick was medium-length and red at the tip. It was circumcised, of course, given his race. The layer of trimmed flesh allowed his naked crown to bulge out larger than she thought possible.
    His fingers teased her once again. One of them rubbed her clit, and she moaned softly into his mouth. His breath was warm against the cool air-conditioning of the room. That very same finger flickered over the curve of her clit, delicately kissed the seam of her labia, and dipped into her virgin pussy hole.
    “Ohhhhhh!” She screamed. He had never done that before. Before this, they were confined to kissing and heavy petting, but always above board – never dipping into intimate orifices.
    “I want you so bad, Abby.”
    His erection pressed against her thigh, and then he moved the tip of his cock up to nudge against her pussy, which was already very wet. She could feel her juices pooling at the mouth of her hole. He draped his body over hers.
    “Ready?” he asked her.
    “Wait.” She could feel her heart knocking heavily against her ribs. She wasn’t so sure she was ready, and yet she wanted to get this rite of passage over and done with so that she could get to the good parts. “You need to use a condom.”
    Shit. S he had forgotten to bring one. She hoped he remembered.
    He smiled broadly. “Of course.”
    He reached down for his jeans and retrieved a silver foil packet from one of its back pockets. He slipped it onto his cock. She stared at it, fascinated. His cock resembled a thick sausage.
    “Just lie back and relax,” he said.
    She tried to, but she couldn’t help being tense all over. Her pussy was contracting and relaxing alternately.
    “Don’t think about it,” he coaxed her. “Just open your legs a little wider. That’s right.”
    He settled between her comfortably. His cock strained at