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coming off !"  Her hands gripped the fabric of his pants, leaving no doubt in his mind what she was talking about. 
    Bob stood and watched her as she quickly undid the fly of his pants, pushing them down to the floor.  She sighed when they were off.  "What's that about?"
    "I was worried you'd wear tighty whities, and the whole thing would be ruined."  Cindy had said Trey had been wearing tighty whites on her wedding day, and all day she'd worried that Bob was wearing them.
    He threw back his head and laughed.  "I need you in my life."
    Her eyes were filled with laughter as they met his.  "Yes, you do.  Everyone does."  She slipped her hands in his boxers and over his butt, stroking it.  "Nice tushy, Deputy Bob."
    Bob blushed, shaking his head.  "I don't think you're supposed to be quite this eager."
    Cissie shrugged.  "I can't remember the last time I did something just because I was supposed to."  She pushed his boxers down, looking at what she'd uncovered.  She touched his erection, surprised at the feel.  She'd done a lot of making out with boys between high school and college, but she'd never gone so far as to actually touch a man there.
    Bob caught her hand and moved it away.  "Not yet," he whispered.
    Cissie looked at him in surprise.  "You don't like it?"  In the romance novels, the men had always loved it, but romance novels weren't always right.
    He lowered his head to hers, kissing her, nibbling at her lips.  "I like it too much.  I don't want this to be over before it starts."
    She grinned.  "I don't either."  She pushed him toward the bed, surprised that she wasn't nervous now that the time was upon them.  She wasn't though.  She couldn't wait to touch him all over. 
    Bob wasn't a stupid man, and he could take a hint.  He stretched out on his back on the bed, watching Cissie crawl toward him.  She knelt beside him on the bed, stroking his chest, her eyes looking at his manhood.  "Are you sure I can't touch it?"  She really wanted to touch him.  Surely he'd change his mind.
    "Not this time.  Sorry."  He hated denying her anything, but he just didn't have the kind of control he'd need for that.  He'd dreamed of having her in his bed for so long, that now she was actually there, he wasn't sure how he was going to keep from exploding too soon. 
    Cissie frowned.  She wanted to play with it, but if he wasn't ready for that, then she could just get on with it.  She put one knee over him, straddling his middle.  Her hands were on either side of his head as she leaned down to kiss him.  "I think I like you, Deputy Bob."
    He groaned, cupping her breast in his hand.  "You're killing me."  He didn't know if she was on him just for the closer contact, or if she actually expected to ride him.  For a virgin, she was one forward woman!  He liked that about her, but was certain she'd really kill him when she was more experienced.
    Cissie lifted her hips and moved so she was hovering over him, pressing down so she could feel him against her opening.  She let out a soft moan.  "Help me here.  It's not like I know what I'm doing!"
    Bob didn't know whether to laugh or not, so in the end he did as she asked.  He guided himself to her tight channel, putting his hands on her hips and pushing up at the same time. 
    Cissie gasped as she felt him slip inside her, just a little.  She knew there would be pain involved, but she also knew the pain was in the way of her pleasure, so she pressed her lips to his before pushing down, letting gravity help her.
    Bob swallowed her gasp of pain, wrapping his arms around her, holding her still for a moment.  "I was going to go slow!" he protested, worried he'd hurt her.
    "Why?  It was going to hurt either way.  Rip the band aid off fast and get to the good stuff!"  She wiggled a little, feeling her breasts brush his chest hair. 
    He stroked his hands up and down her back, knowing she needed a minute.  All his instincts were screaming at him to start