Trent’s engine ran rough and loud and he’d need to check that later. As he sat at the end of Harper’s street at midnight he’d turned the car off and leaned the chair back just in case anyone drove by. The sound of heels click-clacking on the cement signaled Harper was near. Trent peeked up and saw her heading to his car dress in a light purple thigh length skirt and a white tank top that revealed a little patch of her brown tummy.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Reaching over to unlock the door, Harper grabbed the door handle at the same time and pulled. Their movements canceled out the other’s action and they both laughed.

“Hold on, now. Let me unlock it,” he said.

She flashed her big smile and waited for him to unlock and pop the door open. Sliding in, her skirt slipped up her thigh as she scooted over close to Trent. He leaned in, placing a hand on her warm bare knee and gave her a kiss. The taste of her sweet essence and cherry lip-gloss burst on his tongue.

With a groan, Trent pulled her closer deepening the kiss. She always tasted so fresh and sweet. He pulled away when the sensation became too much and his pants bunched uncomfortably. He closed his eyes for a second, gathering his wits before opening them again. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair.

With a smile, she threw her purse to the floor and said, “I love those kind of hellos. Let’s go.”

Trent started his car and headed away from Harper’s house. “Where we headed?” he asked.

Harper had just finished buckling her seat belt. “It’s a surprise, but it’s not far. Over on Delphanie Farms.” She smiled brightly.

Trent’s radio was busted, but that didn’t matter. It was never hard to have a conversation with Harper. She was always full of questions, advice, and ideas, that it made conversation long and plentiful. Tonight, however, she seemed quiet. Trent peered over to find her fiddling with the hem of her skirt, a nervous tell he’d picked up on months ago.

“What’s over at the Farms?” he questioned.

Delphanie Farms wasn’t a farm at all. It was a place where people with money went to “camp”. Apparently rich folk considered luxurious cabins and a large sprawling hotel as roughing it. Trent thought these people spent their money on some odd things.

“Your birthday present.”

Trent glanced over quickly when he heard the jingling of keys. “What?” Confusion and anticipation warred in his head.

“The keys to the cabin my dad rented for our summer vacation.”

Trent gripped the steering wheel tightly at the thought of having Harper all alone in a cabin. He’d hoped she’d give herself to him, but never really expected her to do it so soon. Most of the girls he’d dated had given it up fast, but they were older, and more experienced; they had different expectations of him. A ball of nerves settled in his throat. He didn’t want to ask outright and sound like an idiot, but he needed confirmation.

“You okay?” Harper asked. Most likely because he’d gone silent.

Just the thought of possibly being with Harper had him hard and his mind out of sorts. Trent pulled into the Farms. “Yeah, I’m just—”

“Left here, at Haddow Street.” She cut him off.

He made a quick left and then wordlessly followed her directions until they pulled up to a medium-sized log cabin at the end of a cul-de-sac. He parked the car and turned it off.

Harper turned in the seat, placing her feet in Trent’s lap, and eyed him. “What’s going on? You seem quiet.”

He looked down at the white heels hiding her brown toes. Pulling off a shoe, he massaged her soft foot. “I was going to ask you the same thing earlier.” He moved his ministrations up her calf, ending at the bottom of her thigh. She licked her lips in response to his attentions. “You want to tell me what all of this is about?” He motioned to the cabin.

As Harper bit her lip, his body went tight and his grasp on her leg slowly moved higher. At her silence, he prompted, “Baby, what do you want to give me for my birthday?”

Harper smirked. “It’s twenty after midnight.” Trent glanced at the clock on the dash. “Happy birthday,” she whispered. Moving her legs out of his lap she slid over and placed a hand on his chest.

Trent didn’t have much in the way of nice clothes, but he’d wanted to dress up for the evening. He’d taken care in choosing the nicest button up shirt and cleanest pair of jeans he could find.

When Harper’s hand pushed past one of the buttons on his shirt and rested on Trent’s bare chest, a shock went through his body. It took everything he had to stay seated and keep his hands to himself.

She chose that moment to lean in and give him a timid kiss, before leaning back. Feeling like he wanted more, Trent moved his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her straight locks, and pulled her back to his lips. It was unreal how easily she came forward and opened for him. He loved how she fell into his lap as his kiss turned from soft and sweet, to a needing exploration.

Harper pulled away, rasping for air as she asked, “Want to go inside for the rest of your present?”

While his dick nearly jumped off his body and ran inside, Trent tried to play it cool. “That sounds like it might be a good idea.”

Harper moved from his lap and exited the car. Trailing behind her on the way up the drive, he slyly attempted to adjust his pants. Once inside the cabin, he was met with a foyer filled to the brim with pictures of the great outdoors. If you were rich and you were going to camp, he guessed you’d at least want to see trees and bears. Photos must do the trick.

Harper led him past the large living room painted in white and turquoise, and down the hall to the last door on the right. Pushing it open, she walked inside and turned on a light. Trent glanced around and saw she’d already been there earlier in the day. Her laptop was on the desk and a few of her clothes had been thrown on the sofa under the window.

Harper easily cleared up any leftover confusion about what she wanted from him tonight when she kicked off her shoes and started to unbutton her skirt. Trent stood in stunned silence as the fabric fell from her legs and floated to the floor. Pausing to take it all in, Trent finally ambled forward and fell to his knees in front of her.

Never had he smelled such a sweet scent. Her vanilla perfume always drove him mad. It reminded him of how innocent, untouched, and fresh she was. She’d been saving herself and now Trent was the man she found worthy enough to give herself to. Knowing this made his chest swell with pride.

Trent kissed and nibbled her thighs, caressing them with his hands, still too afraid to look in her eyes. He knew what he’d find there—lust and desire, mingled with inexperience. All of which, turned him on. But he would have to move slower with Harper than he had with other girls. No matter how bold she acted now, she’d clam up if pushed too fast.

The one night she’d let him touch her a month back had proven how much she wanted him. She had writhed under the soft strokes he applied over her panties, only to be outdone when he’d pushed aside the thin material with his curious fingers. Once her clit was released from its hiding place, he’d only given her a few soft strokes before she fell to pieces.

After that night, she hadn’t called him for a couple days. She later confessed how she’d been embarrassed over her body’s reaction. Trent on the other hand had masturbated every night to the memory of her moans and the softness of her body.

Now, as he was on his knees before her, he begged his body to have the patience she required. Her breaths came in short pants above him and it took every bit of strength to pull away and look up at her.

Harper’s eyes were at half-mast, her lush lips parted. He would have to say it now, before the ship they were on set sail.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” It hurt his heart to say it, but if tonight was just about making Harper understand how good and right she could feel, then he was game.

She moved around him and pulled a condom out of the dresser drawer and handed it to him. Shocked, Trent didn’t even look at it. All he could do was stare at his girl; the one who’d thought of everything for his birthday.