Our tongues explore each other feverishly. I can taste her longing as I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her into me tight. Abbie climbs on top of me, straddling me between her legs and grinds her pussy against me.

My mind shuts off and my body runs on pure instinct as my cock grows rigid and my hands slide up her shirt to cup her breasts.

Abbie breaks our kiss and looks into my eyes as she slowly peels her shirt off and tosses it to the ground beside us. She leans into me, pressing her tits into my face. “I need you, Cole,” her voice is raspy and desperate. Like a junkie crying out for their next fix. I feel her heat between her legs tempting me. Her rosy nipples begging to be sucked and teased by my mouth.

Somehow, through the fog of lust contorting my thoughts, I realize this is wrong. Every primal urge I have, every instinct inside me is trying to overrule the judgement, trying to let me forget my morals and succumb to her untouched temptation, but deep inside, I know this isn’t the way.

I slowly slide my hands down her shoulders and over her smooth arms until I grasp her hands in mine. “I can’t. Not like this,” the words hurt me as much as they seem to hurt her. Abbie’s face twists up and for a moment, I think she might cry.

“No, listen to me, I know what I’m doing. I want you, Cole. Please, let me do this,” she breaks her hands free from mine and runs them through my hair as she presses her tits against my mouth. I breathe out over her already taut nipple and it becomes a hard nub against my lip. I press my hips up against her and she rewards me by thrusting herself down on me.

Lifting her up, I brace her with my arms as I roll her down onto the ground and pin her beneath me. Abbie’s eyes grow wide as I press myself hard against her virgin pussy. An unruly wave of passion crashes over me, disarming my better senses and I hold her body in place with my grinding cock, but keep her head on the ground as I cover her mouth in a hard kiss.

Circling my hand around both her wrists, I wrench her hands up over her head and look down at her wide green eyes. Behind the desperation for my touch, I can see her nervousness.

This isn’t okay.

“We’re not doing this, Abbie. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you want,” I look her in the eyes, but she turns her head from me.

“I do know what I want, Cole. I want you. Why won’t you let me do this?” She feebly tries to meet my mouth in another kiss but I pull away and her lips push out in a pout. Goddamn she’s not making this easy. I want to pull her pushed out bottom lip in over my teeth and give it a little nip. I want to rip her pants off and put her over my knee for testing me like this right before I slam my cock inside her until her tight little pussy takes every last drop of my cum.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to say no to you? I’m dying here, Abbie, but it’s not right to fuck you, not when you’re drunk.” She turns away from me and her cheeks burn crimson. I hook my finger under her chin and tilt her face back to mine, “Listen, you’ve never done this before, so there must be a reason you’ve been waiting. I don’t think that after a long day of drinking out in the sun it’s the best time to decide whether or not you’ve changed your mind on that, alright? Let me take you back inside, have some food, drink some water, get some sleep and if you still want this… if you still want me,” my voice rumbles and my cock throbs at the thought, “if you haven’t changed your mind tomorrow then, trust me sweetheart, I’d be happy to make you mine.” The thought makes me growl my words with deep, guttural need. Before she can protest anymore, I stand up and hold my hand out for her to grab.

Abbie reaches up, but she won’t meet my gaze anymore. Her face is flushed and she quickly scurries over to where she tossed her shirt and slips it back on. Turning her back to me, she wipes her hands over her face. Damn it. I made her cry. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. Can’t she see that I’m trying to do the right thing?

I step toward her and start to wrap my arms around her, but Abbie stands up tall and shrugs me off. “Don’t do that,” her voice is like an Arctic blast of air on this hot day. “Let’s just go back in, I already feel stupid enough,” she hangs her head and sniffles.

I want to tell her I’m sorry, but I think I’m doing the right thing here. I don’t mean to hurt her feelings, but it’s obviously too late for that. Instead, I pick up her bear stick and hand it to her. Collecting the almost empty booze bottle and my journal with my drawing of a much happier Abbie inside, I lead the way back to the cabin.

The walk back is silent. It makes a short hike down the hill feel painfully long, but I can’t think of anything I can say right now that’s going to heal her bruised ego.

As we reach the door I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I can make her some dinner and hopefully forget about the whole thing. I open it for her and can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t trust myself to face her.

Abbie sighs and marches past me, “I’m not hungry,” she announces and slumps down on the bed.

It’s probably best that she sleeps this off, but I still feel like a cyclone of conflicting emotions is swirling around inside. In my heart, I know I made the right call, but I’ll be damned if my body isn’t fighting me on it. Between Abbie’s hurt feelings and my own intense needs, I can’t help but feel like I’m the real loser of the night.

Nice guys finish last, right? Or in my case, they don’t fucking finish at all.