We sit on the living room sofa with the glasses of wine that Dakota has poured. Looking around me, I take in the surroundings, and catch her eyeing the bed in the next room.

“How do you think they’re doing at the bachelorette party?” I ask, solely to break the silence, as she seems to be deep in thought.

“Good and wasted, I’m sure,” she replies, her words just a bit slurred.

She’s nervous. I’m not. The direct approach has served me well to this point, and I’m not about to sit here and wait for an invite. Taking her wine glass away, I rest both on the coffee table and run my hand through her hair.

She shivers from the contact. “I don’t think…I can’t do this.” She ducks her head, cheeks flushed and hands pressed to her jeans.

I reach for her, take her hand in mine and stroke my thumb over her knuckles softly. “Just relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” she stammers out defensively.

“I promise I am very good…and I’ll make it memorable,” I add with a grin. “Seriously. You don’t have to do anything you’re not up for. But we’re here, so let’s not fight whatever it is we’ve ignored for all of high school and college. Deal?”

I stand and pull her up with me.

With a palm resting at the small of her back, I steer Dakota to the bedroom.

“Wait here.”

Heading back to the living area, I grab the half-full bottle of red wine on the counter and take a swig on my way back to her. I find her leaning against the chest of drawers, seeming as though the bed is too intimate or suggestive to use right now. Dakota is short, some would say petite, shapely in all the right places with just enough to make any experience with her warm and comforting.

Her wavy chestnut hair and hazel eyes shine bright, but that look in her eyes only gives off innocence and restraint. I can imagine men find her attractive and sweet, or cute and shy, but would probably assume she has someone. I know it’s the case for me, yet thinking back to our high school days, it would easily explain why I probably never thought to ask her out.

I offer her the bottle.

“Thanks,” she says, and downs a few sips.

I take the wine away, closing the distance between our bodies. The fear in her eyes as I press her up against the dresser only makes me more sure that I want her. The second that I mold her body to mine, I’m sure there’s something more. I can’t wait to have her thighs locked around my head. Bracketing her with my arms, I wait. Silence is a powerful motivator. Dakota closes her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. I already know what I need to know about her. I’ve seen that look before. She has never been with a man. It makes her sister’s request all the more crucial.

After a bit of hesitation, she opens her mouth to share, but I shake my head to stop her. I cup her face in my hands and caress her bottom lip with my thumb. Her face softens, so I cover her mouth with a kiss. She moans out a sigh into my mouth as I part her lips. The vibration of sounds makes my cock throb. The time for voicing her doubts is long gone. Dakota is about to do me the honor of letting me be her first. I won’t fuck it up.

I take the sides of her face in my hands, and her body sways toward me. Her hands raise to my waist, gripping my shirt as our kiss intensifies. Pulling her with me, I back up to the bed. I sit on the side of the bed, eyes fixed on hers as I undo the waistband of her jeans. With the zipper lowered, I gently kiss her lower belly. Dakota’s hands reach into my hair, grasping fistfuls before her pants are even past her hips. Inching her jeans down her legs, I pause at the tops of her cowboy boots and smile. I quickly change places with her, dropping to my knees as she sits on the side of the bed. Her boots come off with little effort. The jeans are next to go, and soon I wedge myself between her legs.

I press my hands to her inner thighs, spreading her wide as I lean down. She lets out a whimper as my lips brush along the seam of her panties. Just knowing she’s never been touched makes me want to devour her whole. I’m relishing the heat between her legs as much as the raw need pulsating in my groin, causing my cock to grow and stiffen. Gripping her thighs, I raise her knees until she’s flat on her back, and I press my mouth to her mound through her panties.

Dakota moans. Every sound she makes gets me harder. I push her panties to one side, finding her folds with my tongue. She grips the bedsheets, seeming to hold on for control. There’s only one person in this room holding the reins, and it’s not Dakota. Her stomach flutters as I trace my tongue up and down her folds, tasting the sweetness of her hot, virgin juices. Sliding her panties down her hips, I lift up her ass and drag them down her legs, in a hurry to get back to giving her the best first time experience possible.

The thing is, it’s her first time. I can’t spoil it for her. What I need to do is slow my roll. I link my arms under her back and stretch her out lengthwise on the bed, using my knee to part her legs. Cupping her ass cheeks, I take a moment to observe her pussy before I lift her to my mouth. Pale pink, her outer lips spread to reveal skin the color of a blushing red. Darker than her external coloring, her inner lips and entrance are mesmerizing in their contrast. Her clit is a tiny dot of darker pink, I can’t wait to see it flush crimson as the blood rushes in to sensitize and swell the area.

A true redhead, indeed. Her neatly trimmed bush smells as sweet as she is. Pressing my nose to the hood of her mound, I nudge her clit to life to the sound of her moaning whimpers. Primed and ready, I take full advantage. I lick, my tongue wide and wet, the whole length of her pussy. Over and over, long and slow, I stroke from the bottom to the top, light and gentle. Her breaths become more like gasps. As her thighs tremble, I tighten my grip on her legs, keeping them separated. Kneading the flesh of her ass, I revel in the fullness.

Then, I pick it up a notch.

I hungrily taste, suck and lick her pussy, giving her swollen clit extra attention. Her hips roll as she grinds against my face, and soon my fingers want a piece of the action. I want to be sure she’s ready for me, so I start by penetrating her tight heat with my tongue. Dakota cries out my name, spurring me on as I tongue-fuck her. I pull her hips into my face with firm jerks, speeding up to the point where she is a quaking bundle of nerves as she comes.

She pants hard. Her legs settle. She needs to know it’s just beginning. Now is not the time for talking, so I opt to show her versus tell her. Running my fingers up her inner thigh, I don’t let her come too far down from her first orgasm. I part her legs, place a finger at her tight opening and lower my mouth to her clit. Dakota rolls her hips, bearing down on my finger as I take her to the next level. She slowly grinds against my extended digit, easing it inside of her at her own pace until she’s riding my mouth and hand. Fuck, she’s tight as a glove. I can’t even imagine my cock sinking into in the space that’s hugging one finger. Or maybe I can.

Her body goes from wild movements to uncontrollable convulsions as another climax hits her. I don’t want to stop. My dick is craving her, but there’ll be time for more tonight. For now, I taste her until her quaking body calms down.