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blood pounding and tingling through my body as I let my head drop back. My hands rest on Talon's shoulders as he inches my shirt up and over the swell of my chest.

"Serena," he whispers. As he lifts my shirt higher, I realize there is nothing I want more than to feel my naked skin pressed against the smooth, hard expanse of his chest. I fumble at his waist for the hem of his shirt, and we both laugh as I rip it over his head. While his hands knead the white flesh of my breasts, I mimic what he had done to me and dip my head to his nipples. The tiny beads are firm under my tongue, and I circle the puckered nipple until I hear his breath catch.

Talon reaches behind my shoulder blades and unclasps my white, cotton bra. As he peels away the material, throwing it across the room, he grunts with appreciation. Talon pulls my body hard against his, so my breasts are at his face level. He buries his face between them, his tongue leaving a wet trail of pleasure as he alternates adoring each throbbing teat.

I'm growing very, very excited now. This is better than anything I've experienced yet, and we have barely done anything. As he works on my breasts, I begin tracing his ab muscles with my index finger, imagining how it will feel to lick them when (if?) we move to his bed.

I'm totally wrapped up in the feelings he's drawing from his mouth and fingers on my breasts when Talon lowers a hand between my legs. His fingers rub my upper thighs gently through my jeans, and then I feel the pressure of his thumb against my clit. He barely touches me, but the anticipation and the effect of the fantastic things he's done to my breasts have strung me tight as a bow. The pressure on my clit sends me over the edge, and I cum--hard--on his lap. I hear myself screaming, "Oh god, shit, Talon! Fuck, yes." My hips are churning against his hand and I feel like I've shattered in his lap.

He presses his hand into my body as I come down from the wave, my head against his shoulder, my chest heaving as I gulp down oxygen. "Fuck, Serena, that was so fucking hot."

His voice snaps me back to reality. He's just given me the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and I realize that I'm deceiving him. I have to tell him my secret, and I know he will already be upset by what we've done…what I've done in not telling him. I blurt out, "Talon, I'm a virgin."

His body grows very, very still. "What?" His voice sounds stiff, confused.

"I'm a virgin. That's what I was trying to tell you last week in your room. I know that you're not a relationship person, and I'm not looking for that. I just felt like you should know, though, because I think we are friends now, right? And I know…well I know you'd make it…good for me. If we had sex."

I can tell that my rambling is starting to overwhelm him. He runs his fingers through his hair and rubs the stubble on one cheek. "You were just going to let me fuck you on my couch for your first time?"

I cross my arms over my naked chest, feeling exposed now. "I'm 21 years old. I need to have sex eventually. I thought you have sex with everyone who offers."

He brings a hand back to my arm, rubbing slowly and soothingly from my shoulder to elbow. He swallows. "Serena. I'm not going to be anybody's boyfriend."

I shake my head. "I don't want that, either. I just thought…" my voice drifts off. I stare at his face, waiting for him to speak, but he doesn't. "I just really wanted to have sex with you tonight. You turn me on, Talon."

He smiles at that and lets out a half-laugh. "I noticed that," he says. He adjusts me on his lap so I'm sitting sideways and he's cradling me, my head against his shoulder. "I can't be your first, Serena. It should be someone decent, who will call you afterward."

I reach for my shirt, and he helps me slide it over my head, but when I move to stand up, he pulls me back in, keeping his arm around me. I say, "You wouldn't call me? What, like you'd just sit next to me in class and pretend nothing happened?"

I feel him shrug and reach for his beer again. "That's what I usually do I guess. I've never been with the same girl more than once." There's a note of shame in his voice, as if the years of mindless, no commitment sex are seeming less glamorous.

"What was your first time like," I ask him, reaching for his beer since mine is at the other end of the sofa. It feels so intimate to share a drink with him on the couch, maybe even more intimate than what we were doing a few minutes prior.

"Ah, Serena. You know how it goes with football guys. I was the fucking quarterback. It was a cheerleader and I was 15, playing varsity. She was a senior. I think she felt bad for me. I lasted like 3 seconds. I never called her after. Fuck, Serena, I didn't even walk her home."

I start to tuck a curl behind his ear as he talks. "You don't have to be like that, you know," I whisper.

"You're not like the rest of them, lining up outside the locker room ready to flash me their tits," he says. His body stiffens. "You don't just want to get in my pants."

I decide not to remind him that I very much want to get in his pants. He continues. "All they know is I can throw a ball really

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