Unexpected Romance

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Authors: Asrai Devin
on. Most girls he'd been with complimented his chest and
arms. He'd use his muscles to his advantage off the ice tonight.
    He
stepped outside his room and held his breath. He worried that Corey
was sitting upstairs listening for him sneaking to her room or
something; waiting to beat the snot out of him or at least stick his
nose in. Either way it would be enough to kill the mood altogether.
    Sex
was an optimistic goal. The minimum he would accept was her agreement
to a date, the most was sex. But he didn't know if he could even do
that tonight. She admitted to being a virgin. He hadn't slept with a
virgin since ninth grade. Being someone’s first was a
responsibility. He had to make it a good experience, so she'd want
sex in the future. With him, with others.
    Reassured
that Corey wasn't upstairs listening, he crept down the hallway. He
knocked on her door.
    "Who
is it?" she asked.
    "Chris,"
he hissed.
    She
opened the door, just enough to fit her face. "Need to borrow a
cup of sugar, neighbor?" She smiled at him.
    "I
wanted to finish our discussion."
    "I
thought we had things wrapped up," she said.
    He
pushed at the door, finding she was holding it with her foot. "Come
on, let me in."
    She
pressed her weight against the door. "Go to bed, Chris."
    "You
told me your deep dark secrets. I should tell you mine."
    "I
have doubts you have deep, dark secrets at all," she said, hands
on her hips.
    He
pushed on the door again. Success! She'd moved her foot when she took
the disapproving stance. He entered her room, closing the door behind
him.
    He
grabbed her head, cradled it between his hands. "I have dark
erotic fantasies. Want to hear about them?" he asked, crushing
his lips against hers.
    She
pushed against his chest. He let her go a little. "I don't want
to hear what you think about in your fantasies."
    He
traced his tongue against her bottom lip. "You star in all them,
Tonya."
    "Tony,"
she said.
    "I
prefer Tonya. In here." He pulled her close for another kiss.
Just before he put his mouth to hers, she was opening her mouth to
speak. It let him taste her. He tilted her head to the side and kept
a firm hold. She relaxed a little, as his tongue rubbed against hers
in a promise of things to come.
    A
moment later, she stopped fighting him. Instead of pushing on his
shoulders, her fingers curled around them. Her body tried to keep
close to him; she molded herself to him.
    He
pulled back to kiss her neck and ear and see if she was fucking with
him. Her hips ground against his, mindlessly. Her movements were
jerky, not practiced.
    He
slanted his mouth over hers. She tried to match his movements.
    Damn,
not only was she a virgin, she hadn't had much practice in kissing.
He should leave now. He wasn't used to being the teacher, he tried to
pick partners more experienced than him. And with that came a touch
of cynicism. There was no need to explain that he didn't commit, the
women he usually picked knew it already.
    He
pulled back a little. "Relax a little, Tonya." She
shuddered against him. "Relax, and do what comes naturally. I
won't hurt you. If you say stop, I will stop and go have a cold
shower." He kissed the spot behind her ear he had been
whispering in.
    "I'll
try," she whispered.
    He
started kissing her again. this time his hand grabbed the bottom of
her shirt and pulled up. He bared her breasts then covered them with
his hands. He excited her nipples, making them tighten, her hips
jumping with each tug. Then he lowered his head, pulled the tiny bud
into the heat of his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue making lazy
circles.
    At
first she tried to jerk away, not used to such intimacy. He held her
firmly, his ears open to any demands to stop. Nothing came, so he
moved to the second breast.
    She
was pressing her legs together. He slipped a hand between her thighs,
pushing them apart a little. He rubbed against her soft mound,
through her clothing. He lifted his head to watch her. She buried her
face in his shoulder, while she rubbed

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