This is such a horrible idea. This is going to end so badly. I'm a fucking idiot.

My brain is shouting at me, filling my head with all of the things that should make me stop right before I fist Kelsey's hair in my hands and devour her lips.

And then there is radio silence. Because when I'm consuming her, when there is nothing around but her skin and taste and smell, I don't think straight. I can't. It’s not possible.

Which is why this is all happening in the first place. I've tried to keep my goddamn distance. Tried like hell to avoid her, to be non-existent inside the walls of my house. I've bled my hands raw digging my fingernails into them when I start to think about that kiss. And my dick. Its chafed and raw in places no man should ever be. I’ve come so much in the last three days that my balls are begging for a break.

But then she had to go and drag me into this fucking alley. She had to prod the beast. Had to stand there, looking so cute and sassy, handing me my ass in the form of her complimenting my virginity. She stumped me. Left me speechless. How could I resist when she was asking me to be her fuck buddy?

I'm in so much trouble. But this feels too good. She's too good. This is all I've wanted for the last two years and Kelsey just handed it to me on a silver platter. I'm only human. A very weak, male human, but...you get it.

I push my tongue past her teeth and explore the soft skin inside her mouth. Each time our tongues connect, a jolt of lust hits me square between the balls. I was already hard before she even walked over here; now I'm like a steel pipe. My cock could cut a diamond in half I'm so ready for her.

Kelsey pushes the hem of my shirt up and starts to assault my abs with her tiny hands. I suck in, still not used to there not being a pot belly under my button up. She rakes her short black-painted nails across my skin, and I swear I could come just from that contact. I don't stop kissing her for one millisecond. It feels like days we stand in that alleyway groping each other and making out.

The soft strands of her vibrant hair under my fingers just adds to the amped up feeling coursing through my body. I want to feel all of her, every minute of the day. Before I know what's happening, I feel Kelsey flick the button on my jeans and drag the zipper down.

My mind fuzzes out for a minute and I'm trying so hard not to blow my load like a seventh grader watching his first clip of porn. But then I realize where we are.

"Stop." My voice is raspy and gruff. It might be the hardest thing I've ever had to do to pull her hand away from the zipper of my jeans. "Not here."

Kelsey's hazel eyes fill with understanding. "Right. Sex in public. We'll work up to that. Um...okay, where do we go then?"

I have to grit my teeth to stop imagining me taking Kelsey up against this wall, where anyone could see us. But I want my time with her. Alone. It might be the only time I get. The first and the last. I'm not letting anyone in on this show.

"My car. I'll drive us home."

It struck me that I didn't know when I'd started referring to my house as her's too. But it was home, with her there. We half run to my junky old  SUV. The fender is almost on the ground from how much weight I used to load into this thing, and the rust stains stand out in the peeling green paint. The heat of embarrassment burns the back of my neck, as it usually does whenever Kelsey rides in my car. She's used to chauffeured limos and first class. I'm not in the same upper crust almost all of my friends reside in. This is as high as my lap of luxury goes.

I turn the engine over and thank god when it starts, petting the steering wheel in a silent thank you. I'm out of Sammy's parking lot so fast that I'm afraid I might have hit a random bystander, but all thoughts go to shit when Kelsey slides her hand into my lap and starts kneading the inside of my thigh.

I grip the steering wheel until I can't feel my hands. "Roo, you have to stop."

She giggles from the passenger seat. "Isn't it a little weird to refer to me as a small kangaroo when you're about to stick your dick in me?"

I choke. "Jesus, Kels. A little blunt, yeah?"

"What? That is what we're doing. And if all goes right, we're going to get you really good at it before the night ends."

My tool gives a jump from where he's pushing against my still undone zipper. But now that her hands aren't on me, I have a moment to think straight.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

The question hangs in the air while I think about all of the things that will go wrong. We have a friendship, a good one. This will surely ruin it. Kelsey doesn't do relationships. She never has, and I'm not dumb enough to think I could use this as leverage to start one with her. This isn't going to go anywhere, except possibly my bed or hers a couple of times.

And the best reason not to do this. She is definitely going to rip my aching heart of my chest and obliterate it.

"Oh stop being such a nice guy, Clint. You don't have to work for this. Believe me, it’s already a sure thing. Sex is fun. Don't overthink this, just go with the flow." Kelsey interrupts my thoughts with her number one motto.

As I pull my car into the gravel driveway of our house, she's already unbuckling her seat belt. "Okay, your bed or mine?"

I don't even give my brain time to process all of the horrible ways this will end. I take her advice, and try to channel her gypsy ways. "Mine."

We're out of the car in a flash, and I'm silently praying that I know what to do when we reach my room. Should I take it slow, does she like it fast? Will I be able to get her bra off?

All of the sexual experience I have comes from porn and amounts to about squat. Those people are always half naked anyway when they start, and it’s always so great and then he's coming on her face. I'm a fool if I think this will be as easy and successful.

Kelsey bounds up the front porch stairs and throws open the shabby door to our rundown college house. Good thing none of my housemates are home to hear this.

I get the door closed and put a steadying hand on the wall. Inhale. Exhale. Okay, I'm ready.

I turn around and it feels like my lungs have been extracted from my body. Kelsey is undressing in the middle of the living room. The tiny crop top she had on is discarded on the floor, and she's starting to unbutton her tight black jeans. Her skin is the color of fresh peaches and looks just as juicy and soft. The bangle of bracelets she wears are clanging together as she races to get the garments off her body. She's so vibrant and alive. I can't take my eyes off of her.

"Let me do that." I don't know where that came from. I'm usually not that smooth. It surprises her, and I can see earnest heat in her eyes for the first time since we started this. I've shocked and excited her. I want to do it again.

I cross the room to her, my pants sagging as I walk. I almost forgot about my half open zipper. I would have forgotten completely if I couldn't feel the draft of air taunting my scolding hot hard on. I try to put my needs to the back of my head. I know once I'm inside of her I'll probably last about .5 seconds. I want to at least make her feel good beforehand. If I'm even capable of that. Again, only material I can reference is porn. Why did I have to be a virgin when Kelsey let me into her pants?

We stand entwined in the middle of our rank living room. I scale my hands up and down her petite curvy back, feeling her creamy skin under my rough fingers. She laps at my tongue and bites at my lips. I can feel her getting antsy, wanting to speed this up. And while it feels good, and my cock and I are more than into it, I know it’s probably what she's used to.

I step back and drop my arms from her, hating that I need to lose contact with all of that milky flesh. "Slow down."

I take her hands in mine and start to walk backward toward my bedroom. "I want to take my time with you."

Kelsey smiles but her eyes go wide. I've surprised her again. I think she likes this intimate, almost dirty way of talking. I'm determined to keep shocking her in whatever way I can. It might be the only thing I have going for me.

I turn my bedside lamp on but keep the overhead lights off as we enter my room. My king size bed is one of the only pieces of furniture in the room, outfitted with a plain white down comforter. My desk has books and papers stacked neatly on its top, the hamper in the corner is half full but doesn't smell too bad. The closet doors are closed, but inside I know my plain t-shirts and baseball uniforms are all hung in an orderly fashion. The only piece of artwork or personal clutter is a picture sitting on the desk of my parents on their wedding day. They both look young, vibrant and alive. Healthy and happy.

People take for granted their own space, their own room. They live like pigs because it’s just another place to them. It’s not to me.

Now that we're in here, I suddenly get shy and anxious. The old fears come back, about what if I'm bad at this or bad at that.

But of course, Kelsey being Kelsey, she doesn't allow me time for that.

Her feisty hands push me back onto the mattress, where I land with a soft thud on my back. My jeans slide a bit further down my legs, and they're now hanging just above my extremely hard dick. If she pulled on them a little more, I'd spring free in all of my hard, virgin glory. The thought makes me dizzy with lust.

And then she's crawling up me, her small frame scaling my large one. When she comes to rest on me in exactly the way I need and want - straddling me and grinding down so I can almost feel the wet heat trapped beneath the jeans she still wears - I let out a growl. Even if she just let me sit like this all night I would be in heaven.

I palm her back, almost filling the entire expanse of skin with just my one hand. If I didn't know just how much of a spitfire she was, I’m almost afraid I’ll break her.

Fisting my other hand in Kelsey's short silky tendrils, I pull her face down to me and capture her lips, plucking them with my own. She starts bucking against me as we get more frantic in our make out. Each time she presses down on that certain spot on the head of my dick, covered by my plaid boxers, I see stars in front of my closed lids.

I wait until she's moaning into my mouth to make my attempt at getting her bra off. I move my hands slowly, almost rubbing her back in the process, and try to access the wiring situation stealthily.

After trying to mentally examine this contortionist trap with my fingers, I think I've got it figure out. I tug on one side while trying to lift the other, and just end up pulling at the stretchy fabric. Shit. I go in for the second try, and only succeed at pulling Kelsey almost completely to one side of my body.

She stops sucking at that amazing, tingly spot on my neck to sit up on her elbows and hit me with a questioning glare.

"When you say you're a virgin...you mean to tell me, you're like an all-the-way virgin?"

My cheeks flood with embarrassment. She must recognize the purple blush creeping its way into my face because she backtracks, not giving me time to answer. "Okay. That's fine. Um...great. Just means I get to have a little more fun with you."

She puts on a wicked smile and starts sliding down the bed to where my feet rest at the bottom. I gulp, trying to gather all of the air I can into my lungs because I know that after this, I won’t be able to.

“Let’s see if we can’t round a couple bases, huh?” Kelsey tugs my pants off, throwing them behind her tempting, pixie body. She runs her hands up my calves, and I feel the sizzle of need grip me by the balls. I couldn’t be harder right now if she popped 17 Viagras in my mouth.

“Kels…” I choke as she toys with the hem on my boxers, tickling the sensitive part of my thighs.

“Yes?” That wicked smile is still firmly in place as she reaches behind her back. “Let’s give you a nice view from up there.”

She slinks her black bra off from where it nestles her breasts. I have to groan and bite the insides of my cheek as she throws it behind her, sitting up just enough so I can get the full effect of her absolutely perfect rack.

Her tits are small, but round and firm, almost a handful each. They’re creamy like whipped butter, just like the rest of her skin. They’re tipped with the rosiest buds, I want to cover them with my lips and tongue until she screams my name. My dick twitches so hard it’s like he wants to jump up and nestle in between that milky valley for the next three months.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I search her whole body, roaming my eyes over and over again trying to brand this image of her kneeling before me, topless, into my brain.

“Thanks. If I’m guessing correctly at what I’m about to find under there, I think I might have to return the compliment.” She winks at me. God, she’s sassy. Why did I think that would disappear when we got naked? It only turns me on more.

Before I look my fill of those perfect breasts, she has my boxers off. My cock springs free, the head so swollen that when the air hits it, I have to grit my teeth until I feel like I’ve chipped a molar to keep from coming.

I watch Kelsey watch my cock bob against my abs, and I think I might pass out. Her hazel eyes are saucer-wide, the smile on her face a mix of playful and astonished.

“I knew everything about you would be big.”

These are the last words she says before she takes me in her hand and wraps her full red lips around the tip of my cock. And then I think I die.

Seriously, I might as well be having a heart attack. The organ that pumps the blood through my chests has ceased, the air drains out of my lungs. My eyes ignite like someone plugged them with dynamite, all I see are bursts of light and Kelsey. Every sensation and feeling leaves my body, save for the appendage she currently has in her mouth.

I feel like I'm watching her go down on me from outside my body. The pleasure, this feeling, it’s just too good. My body can't handle it.

Kelsey moves her lips a fraction of an inch and I feel a wave of hot, spine-tingling sensation roll up my body. It stings at the base of my neck and if I wasn't laying on the bed, helpless but to her touch, my knees would be so weak that I'd crumble to the floor.

I must make some noise, a growl at the back of my throat, because she looks up and smiles. And then blows gently on my engorged head. I feel like I might cry or explode or die. Her hand pumps up and down slowly, and she bows down again to move her mouth in time with her strokes.

When she reaches down to cup my balls, rolling them around in her fingers, I break. "Kelsey..."

My voice is a pathetic groan. She has to stop, I'm about two seconds from emptying myself into her mouth, and this can't be over yet.

I cup her jaw and pull it up, not harshly but just enough so that she knows what she is doing to me. "You're going to end this before I can even..."

She smiles again, that mischievous grin. "Before you can what? Get inside of me? Hand over your v-card?"

She crawls back up my body and begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. "By all means, take control. Show me what you got big boy." And with that, she rolls off of me and onto her back next to me.

Kelsey's flat on her back, her legs spread in a butterfly position, her black jeans straining as she lays that way. Her pillowy soft breasts fall to the sides of her body, making me appreciate just how goddamn beautiful she is. Her nipples are so hard, painfully so, that all I want to do is bend my head down and ease their tension. I don't know where to start.

I sit up, shrugging my shirt off and throwing it off the bed below me. "Well...I guess if I'm naked you should be too.”

God, nice try at dirty talk, Clint. I sounded awkward as fuck.

"Let's see if you can get these off easier than the bra." Kelsey chuckles, and I don't feel as embarrassed. If she's teasing me, it must mean she's still having some fun.

My fingers reach for her button and zipper, and I get those off easy enough. It’s when I go to slide them down her legs that we have a problem. Chicks insist on wearing these skin tight pants, and I do love them, but how the hell am I supposed to take them off her? She must have used oil and grease to get into them. Plus, as I inch them down, I'm introduced to a whole new vast expanse of Kelsey's skin. Which is very distracting.

Once I manage to pry those off, I'm treated to most magnificent site I've ever seen. The first girl who has ever been naked, in my bed, and not on a computer screen. But, it wouldn't have mattered if I'd slept with a hundred girls before this. The fact that its Kelsey is what makes it fucking glorious. No one can ever measure up to her beauty, her flawlessness.

She lays before me completely open and naked. It figures my little hippie would be wearing no panties under there. My cock seized up and almost died when he saw that. Her skin is only a few shades darker than the comforter. She's warm milk ready for my drinking. Her copper hair spread out every which way on the white pillow case. She looked like an angel with a halo full of shiny pennies.

And that face. It was just so fitting of everything that Kelsey was. Her features resembled a wile fox, a minx. She was wild with a take-no-prisoners attitude. But her face was also surprisingly soft. With those big, vulnerable eyes that glinted like tawny diamonds. And her round, ripe mouth.

I zeroed in on that mouth, dragging my bare body on top of hers. All of this skin-to-skin contact sent my brain into overdrive. I started to rub against Kelsey and mash my lips into hers. I trailed my fingers down her sides and whisked them across her taut belly. Her hips drew inward and then flared out, like those old-fashioned coke bottles you always compared hot girls to. Yeah, there was no doubt that Kelsey was smokin' hot.

I tried to distract her with kisses as I went in for the kill. This was what worried me. Made me want to throw up. Fingering her. Jesus, I was basically 15-years-old right now.

I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted to make her feel good. And all I had to compare this too, the only education I'd gotten before this, was porn. Yep, you guessed it. Again.

Trailing my fingers over the mound at the center of her legs, I tentatively stroked my fingers over the area without pushing them inside. Her hot slickness coated my fingers. Fuck. So that's what every guy bragged about. It made my chest swell with pride to know I was the one making her wet.

Okay, I could do this. I slowly pushed my right pointer finger inside her wet slit, and immediately regretted the decision. Kelsey moaned, the first orgasmic sound she'd made. I had to bite my tongue and feel the pain skitter through my nerves to keep from blowing my load on the comforter. The second thing that happened was her wet, tight heat suctioning around that one finger.

I had to breathe slowly in and out of my nose. If that's what just one finger felt like...shit. Putting my dick in there would probably kill me.

Moving my lips to her neck, I mimicked what Kelsey had been doing to my neck before she'd gone down on me. I had to stop thinking about that or, again, load on comforter. I started pumping that one finger in and out of her, and then added another. Her moaning indicated what felt good, so I sped my finger-fucking up. I plowed into her wetness over and over again until she yelped.

"Clint, stop!"

I immediately pulled my hand away and flew up on my haunches. "What's wrong?!"

Kelsey's lips tilted up, letting me know she wasn't that hurt. "Slow down. No offense, but you're jack-hammering away in there like you're searching for your missing pot of gold. She's sensitive. You have to warm her up."

She spreads her legs and reaches a hand down between them, parting the folds of her pussy. Fuck. I have to bite my knuckles to send more pain signals to my brain. She circles her three fingers around the swollen numb above the slit, massaging it with the wetness oozing out of her. I study the motions like this is the final and I need to pass the class. Kelsey masturbating in front of me is so hot and raw, the Gods somewhere must be testing me.

"Teach me."

Kelsey's eyes have glazed over as her mouth tips up. "Well, that depends. Are you ready to go down south?"

I stare at her, not getting it. She motions her eyes down a couple of times. "OHH...you mean like down, down."

She nods, not stopping her ministrations down below. I know in that instant that I have to taste her.

"Um, hell yes." I say this as I slide to my stomach, planting my face inches away from the caramel center between her thighs.

"Woah, boy. Not so fast. You need to learn the art of foreplay." She pushes up to rest on her elbows. Like a bossy teacher. We'll save that fantasy for next time. If there is a next time. "First, kiss your way gently up each thigh. Suck, nibble, whatever you want. Tease me. Get me appropriately excited."

Her eyes flash with the challenge she's just instituted. I wrap my arms under both of her legs, sliding myself closer. My dick brushed along the soft fabric underneath my body, and I had to roll my shoulders to stave off my impending climax. This was about Kelsey.

Following her instructions, I moved my mouth over her soft, velvety thighs. I absorbed her scent mixed with a hint of the citrus lotion she'd put on this morning. I kissed a path up each thigh and repeated the process again.

"Just like that..." I hear Kelsey murmur from up above me. A soft thud sounds, and I know she's flopped onto her back to enjoy what my tongue was doing to her.

Figuring I was safe to proceed, I blow on the red button between her thighs just like she'd blown on the tip of my cock. She half-laughs, half-moans. I want to record that sound on my phone and play it to myself all day.

Getting cocky now, I go in for the target. I move my mouth closer to her core and begin lapping slowly at her juices. She tastes like wild honey just harvested from the hive. She is natural and raw and oh so good. And the sounds she's making? I could do this for days.

"Lick all the way from the bottom to the top." She groans.

I do as she says and look up at the same time. Our eyes lock.

I will ingrain this memory in my cerebrum forever. There is absolutely nothing hotter on this planet or in history than watching Kelsey watch me eat her sweet pussy.

Her bottom lip is pulled up in between her teeth, and her eyes are hazy. "Use your fingers at the same time," she whispers.

I insert a finger again, careful to go slowly and  gauge her reaction. I bend down and slide my tongue across her hardened nub at the same time. The groan that comes out of Kelsey assures me I must be doing something right. I keep at it, adding another finger, moving them in a sensual rhythm with my tongue until she's squirming so hard her hips are bucking into chin.

"Oh my god, I'm going to..."

She gives me no other warning before her entire body spasms and then starts shaking uncontrollably. I keep my fingers pumping into her tight heat but lift my face. I've never seen anything more beautiful. Kelsey is usually at peace with her body. But this? She's the definition of bliss, complete and utter happiness. It looks like all of the stars, moons and galaxies are shining through her form. If all I did for the rest of my life was look at her exactly like this, I'd die a happy man.

Kelsey gives a sexy little giggle as she comes down from the high.

"God that was good!" She gives a little yelp, stretching out like a lazy cat.

I flop down next to her, smiling. I'm so exhausted from giving my first orgasm, but so amped up at the same time. My dick feels like it’s as heavy as a ton of bricks. The engorged head is red and angry-looking. I need relief.

"That was...so hot. You were incredible." Kelsey smiles at me from with her hazy eyes. "I know you, uh, came. Are you still okay with, you know..."

She puts her hand on my chest. My skin sparks just from the little contact. "Clint. That's why I'm here, you don't have to ask. I got mine, now you get yours."

Pulling at my shoulders until I'm on top of her and rubbing in the valley of heaven between her legs.

"Get a condom." She whispers in my ear.

I stop my movement and stutter for a minute. Condoms. Right. Those things people who have frequent sex use. People who aren't me.

Kelsey smiles at me. "You don't have them, huh?"

I think another moment, and then I'm flying off the bed and rifling through my closet. "I know my pop bought me some when I came to school freshman year...if I could just..."

I yanked a crumpled box free of the clutter at the bottom of my closet and held it up in victory.

Kelsey had the silliest smile on her face. "Thanks, Pop. For getting us laid."

"Ew, please never say that again." I hurled myself onto the bed and fumbled with the box.

"Let me." She sliced the cardboard open with her nail. I hadn't realized I was jiggling my leg, antsy as all get out to have sex. With Kelsey. Here in my bed.

She tore one foil pack open and pulled out the little rubber circle. Straddling my waist, I had an amazing view of her petite, creamy figure as she rolled the material over my tip. I grunted it felt so good. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside of her.

"All set, big boy." Kelsey flopped back down, wiggling her eyebrows. I think this was my cue to get on top of her. Inside of her. I was suddenly nervous again. But the nerves were drown out by the basic, primal instinct to stick my dick into this beautiful, amazing girl.

I parted her legs with my knees to make room for my giant thighs in between them. Kelsey wrapped her arms around my neck and slim legs around my waist, guiding my body into hers. I kept eye contact the entire time. She had that damn minxy smile on her face, and I saw the sparkle in those beautiful hazel eyes. Jesus, all of this was so overwhelming.

And then the blunt head of my cock pushes through her slick, hot folds and against her walls and I black out. I really do. I think I might have died.

I choke out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and try to focus on Kelsey's eyes.

"Breathe rookie," she chuckles and digs her fingernails down my back. I literally growl like a rabid wolf.

"Jesus in heaven. This is the best thing I've ever felt."

I pull out, dragging over the tight confines of her walls, and push slowly back in. Jolts of electricity ping all along my spine and finish with a zap to my balls. I know I won't last more than a minute.

Kelsey gives a little moan as I drag in and out again. And again.

We are staring each other down, her always wearing that little smile. She looks in awe. I'm sure I look frantic. I'm so wound up that it feels like my body is about to shatter into a thousand pieces.

"Go hard, Clint. You won't hurt me. Fuck me."

Her dirty words open up the beast inside of me. I start slamming into her, the sound of skin slapping skin the only thing that can be heard besides our moans and growls. I grip the back of Kelsey's neck and reach my other arm under her. Grabbing her ass, I hold her in place as I pound her. All I smell is sex. All I feel is Kelsey.

And then she digs her nails into the globes of my ass and I come so hard I nearly have a seizure. I can't breathe for what feels like minutes. My dick is throbbing and pulsing, sending tiny erotic sizzles through my body.

Kelsey's voice is muted in my ears, which are ringing.

"Huh?" I nearly choke out.

"I said, so how was your first time?"

I grunt and laugh, pushing up on my arms. "Fucking incredible."

I bend down to place a quick peck on her lips. She looks ridiculously sexy below me. Like a sexed up fairy. "Well, glad I could be of service."

Kelsey pushes on my chest, rolling me over and causing me to pull out of her. The loss of her body on me tears a hole in a ventricle of my heart.

"Did you...um..."

"Come? No. But thank you for taking care of me before." She winks at me. "We'll work up to it, though. You have so much more to learn."

She sits up and grabs her jeans from the floor.

"What are you doing?" I reach for her and hook my big arm around her small waist. She wrestles free of me.

"I don't do sleepovers." Then she tilts her head to the side as she zips up her jeans. "Unless I'm super drunk. Thanks, buddy.”

She waggles her eyebrows at me, blows me a kiss and is out the door before I can protest.

I flop back, annoyed that she won't stay. I don’t think I'm going to be a one-time guy. Especially with her. I want to hold her all night, maybe even have a round two. But that's what I just agreed to. No strings attached. I fall into an exhausted sleep, tired from losing my virginity and weary of what I've gotten myself into.