Darren, Male, 53

	- Narrator, retired, father of Gwen and Victoria (Vic)

	- 5'11, beige skin, 195lbs, cropped greying brown hair

Audrey, Female, 15

	- High school student, daughter of Duncan and Theresa

	- 5'9, pale skin, 135lbs, light-green eyes, straight auburn hair over her shoulders

Duncan, Male, late-60s

	- Father of Audrey, husband of Theresa

	- 5'7, pale skin, 175lbs, dark-brown cropped hair

Theresa, Female, mid-50s

	- Mother of Audrey, wife of Duncan

	- 5'7, pale skin, 150lbs, shoulder-length auburn hair

I woke, alone, in the darkness to a loud bang. It startled me and I jumped to my feet. I called out, “Audrey?”

There was no response.

My nerves tingled with adrenaline rushing in. “Audrey?”

Her head poked around the corner and she said, “Sorry...”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I was making brownies and I knocked a pot off the counter.”

“Making brownies... what time is it?”

“Almost six.”

“You do get up early,” I said, yawning.

“Got up almost three hours ago. We fell asleep before seven, so...”

“Long day yesterday.”

“Yeah,” she replied.

I walked down the hall and hugged and kissed the young woman, telling her again that I loved her. She smiled at me, still in her nightshirt, and told me the same.

I sniffed the air. “You already made coffee.”

Audrey smiled and tossed her hair. “Just for you. I don't drink it.”

“You are so sweet.” I kissed her again.

The teen showed me where to grab a mug and I poured myself a full cup of the bitter liquid, savoring the hot coffee while I watched her return to her brownie-making.

I sat on a stool along one side of the kitchen and considered things. I felt guilty for enjoying the company of my young... girlfriend? I guessed that was the right word. I felt guilty for not flying immediately to Aruba to see my daughter. Perhaps I'd let Viv talk me out of going too easily, my selfish desire to spend as much time as possible with Audrey letting me too quickly agree to stay in Buffalo while my daughter suffered in a hospital.

The guilt mixed with emotions both strongly wonderful and sharply worrisome. Whatever Audrey and I had together, in that moment, was not going to last. I knew it deeply. When I returned to Houston, and she stayed in Buffalo, the kissing and the hugs would be gone. The whispered sweet words would be much, much harder to pull off. Even if we tried to keep things going, it was bound to come out to someone what was going on. I could go to jail. I'd lose my daughters. Audrey would be hurt. It seemed like there was no good way to move forward which didn't include putting a stop to what we were doing.

But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I missed being in a relationship, even one as oddly and rapidly put together as the one which had quickly blossomed with Audrey. I'd fallen in love too quickly to be certain it was more than just an infatuation, but I did love her. Maybe it wasn't the long-and-hard-won love like those I'd known before, but it was love. And I knew she felt that way for me, even as I recognized that, at fifteen, her emotions could spin on a dime and she might move on from me to some other guy, someone her own age.

I didn't want to let go so easily. It felt too good. It burned just right. Even without having sex with the young woman, I felt more intimately close to Audrey than anyone I'd ever known other than my dead wife. I'd forgotten how good it made me feel to love and be loved like that, to fall in love and feel it returned. I'd missed all the good that came from knowing she missed me when I wasn't in the same room, and she treasured the understanding that I felt the same. It had only been a few days. Less than a week. Too quick to be real, maybe, but it didn't feel that way as I sipped my coffee and watched Audrey slide the glass baking dish into the oven.

She turned and smiled, her auburn hair a bit tangled but silky and beautiful to me. I pulled her to me and kissed her again, her body slender between my legs. We shared lips and an embrace that I didn't want to lose. I felt her love of me in every movement, heard it in every sigh. I kissed her cheek and slowly drew my lips down her neck. Her breath came quicker as my hands moved over her back. Even with my cautions, even though I knew it still wasn't the right moment, it was very difficult not to take Audrey's hand and lead her to the bedroom.

I resisted. Barely. The timer going off caused the teen to break from me. Had we really been making out for half an hour? It felt like mere seconds, over too soon. I watched her stick a toothpick into the dessert and pull it out clean, then she quickly removed the pan and set it on a pad to cool.

“So,” she said, eyeing me, “brownies for breakfast?”

“Sounds great,” I replied. My stomach growled. I'd forgotten to eat anything the day before.

Moments later, me with my coffee and Audrey with a glass of cold milk, we devoured half the pan before we slowed. They were delicious. Chocolaty, swirls of caramel and chunks of hazelnut. She'd made them from scratch rather than from a mix, and the care she showed in her cooking mirrored the way I'd seen her draw close to me and give me her love. It was a passion of another sort, but it seemed that whatever Audrey did, she took it personally that things were done beyond expectations.

I kissed her again, her lips and tongue a rich chocolate. She giggled and noted the same flavor in my mouth. I felt a bit better, having finally eaten. Audrey let out a quick belch and laughed. I tried to do the same, but nothing followed.

“So,” Audrey said slowly, “what do we do now?”

Her eyes, the tilt of her head, the slight curve of her frame, said she wanted me to take her hand and lead her to her first time. I almost did.

Her phone rang on the table and she picked it up.

“Mom?”

I watched her listen a moment, then Audrey said, “Okay. I will. What time?” A moment later. “I will.” She looked at me with a grin. “He's putting up with me for now. I can't make any promises he won't get tired of me.” Audrey winked and I chuckled. “I made brownies for breakfast. I'll bring some for you and Dad when we come.”

The call ended and she told me, “Dad's feeling okay. The doctors want to keep him around one more night, so he might get out tomorrow. What is that, Thursday?”

I nodded.

She looked down a moment, her voice turning plaintive. “Are you leaving when Dad gets home?”

I shrugged. I hadn't exactly thought about it. I'd planned to stay until Saturday if needed, but once Duncan was home, it would be odd to stay, especially with the temptation of Audrey ever-present. “I don't know.”

“Please don't go.”

“Audrey... I may have to, you know. My daughter is hurt, too... If she needs me—”

“Then go to her if she needs you, but if not... Please stay... at least another day or two. For me.”

I drew down my chin and looked into her eyes. “We have to be very, very careful, Audrey...”

“I know. I know.”

“It's not that I want us to hide our feelings, but...”

“They'd kill us...”

“Me. They'd kill me. Or at least call the cops.”

“But we haven't done anything... illegal, have we?”

“Not yet, no. But still...”

She watched me a moment. “Not... yet...”

I tried to change the subject to something I'd been considering asking her for a day or two. “Your mom, and dad... they still believe the whole Audrey-is-a-slut thing?”

She shrugged. “Kinda. I mean... around here, I'm just myself, but... They get told things. Mostly lies I told someone else that someone's parent passes on, but... That's why Mom put me on birth control. She thinks I'm sleeping around...”

“Tell them the truth.”

“What?”

“Tell your parents the truth. That you aren't sleeping around. That you're a virgin. That you made it up to try to be cool and it backfired. I think they need to hear that from you.”

Audrey stared at me a moment. “What good would that do?”

“I think you know.”

She stared off beyond me a few seconds. Audrey chewed her lip, then said, “Okay. I'll tell them today.” Her eyes narrowed a bit. “Why does that matter to you? You already know the truth.”

“Because... you're fifteen. You're way ahead of the curve on so many levels, Audrey. Your school. Your relationship with me. Your cooking. You're going to graduate from high school two years early. Now, academically,” I told her, “you'll do just fine. But emotionally... you're going to be sixteen. And letting this lie hang out there... that's something a teenager would do. I think you like to see yourself as someone older. Someone more mature. Am I right?”

Audrey nodded slowly.

“Then... in this thing... act like it. Tell them the truth. Own up to it. Let them see, and perhaps more importantly, let yourself see, that you are more mature than someone your age. It isn't easy admitting a lie, especially to your own parents. But you can do this. And it will help you do the right things when you go away to college and you have to make harder choices on your own.”

For a moment, there was no reaction to judge. She stared at her feet, then looked up at me evenly. Her lip quivered, and I saw her eyes watering. “You're right,” she said, rushing to me and throwing her arms around my neck. “I love you...”

“I love you, Audrey.”

- - -

And so, she told her parents the truth. All of it. Well, not about me and our new relationship. But about the lies she'd told, the persona she'd invented to try to be popular at a new school. How she was still a virgin and had only ever kissed one boy. I was that boy, and I wasn't mentioned, so it wasn't a full, God's-honest version of the truth, but even so. Her parents listened in the hospital room while I waited down the hall. Audrey returned after almost an hour. She'd been crying, but a sincere smile was on her face when she hugged me.

“I did it. They know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Not about you, silly. But the rest of it. I feel... so much better.”

“How'd they handle it?”

“Mom was so relieved that I think she rubbed my neck raw from hugging me. And Dad... he just seemed as stoic as ever. Said he appreciated that I told him the truth. And then I got the sex talk. Again.”

“Oh, boy.”

“I've heard it, like, a dozen times already. But Mom insisted that I knew about condoms even though I was on birth control and that I should really like a boy before I gave him my 'special gift,' her words.”

I chuckled.

Audrey eyed me. There was a hunger, a nervous-eagerness on her face. “Tonight, Darren... I'm not sad any more. I'm not saying everything is perfect... but... when is it ever?”

“Never.”

“Right?” She whispered in my ear. “I love you with all my heart. I want you to make love to me tonight. I want you to be the person I really like, the man who gets my 'special gift.'”

I knew she was right. “Tonight.”

She shivered and her smile was as broad as I've ever seen. “Mom said that I should probably just head out for the day. Nothing much to do here, and Dad needs to rest if he's going to come home tomorrow, so... we have the house to ourselves.”

“How about I drop you off there so that I can go pick up a few things first...”

“Condoms?” she said quietly.

“Well... yes...”

“Oh...”

“You would prefer I didn't?”

Audrey didn't respond a moment. “Not the first time... not my first time. If you're... you know... safe...”

“I'm clean...”

“Then... I'm on the pill...”

“Promise me that, whatever happens in the future, this is the exception... Condoms keep you from picking up—”

“God,” she said, chuckling and shaking her head, “not the sex talk again...”

“Sorry.”

“S'okay.”

I stared at her light green eyes a moment, then said, “I'll drop you off at your house, and then go pick up a few other things.”

She replied, “Deal.”

- - -

In the driveway, I could tell Audrey was nervous. Her hand shook slightly and a sheen of sweat had started to appear near her brow. The excitement, the anticipation, had my pulse racing, as well. “So,” she said, pausing before opening the car door, “is there anything I should... you know... do? To get ready?”

“Take a nice bath and relax. Don't overdo it with the perfume or scents. Less is more. None is best, but it's up to you. Wear something that makes you feel sexy, if you want. I'll be back shortly to clean up, as well.”

She smiled but didn't respond.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, Audrey.”

“I love you so much.”

I kissed her slowly then parted from her. Her hand moved unsteadily to the handle and she stepped out of the car and disappeared into the house before I drove off.

- - -

I returned less than an hour later. I'd bought a bottle of wine, a dozen roses, and a lavender-vanilla creme candle. I also got a box of imported chocolates. Maybe it was cliché, but I didn't care. It was the first time anyone would be intimate with Audrey, and I knew it would make the moment that much more special to her. And, sure, she was fifteen, so the wine might seem odd, but I'd seen her throw back scotch and brandy. A glass of wine would be a nice, warm touch on what I hoped would be a very lovely moment in her life. And mine.

“I'm back,” I said into the house after closing the door. I got no reply, so I assumed Audrey was in her bathroom or bedroom. I put the wine in the fridge. There was a guest suite down the end of the opposite hall where I had stuck my suitcase, so I carried the other items I'd purchased in and sat them on a dresser. I pulled out my shaving kit and quickly scraped away the stubble from the past few days, using scissors to trim a few stray hairs which had outgrown the cropped line near my forehead.

Satisfied with my face, I turned my attention to my pubes. They were wild and overgrown. I hadn't even bothered to notice them in years, but I thought for Audrey, it would be nice to trim them down a bit and make that area more presentable. Plus, I liked that a trim made me look longer. That wasn't for Audrey, it was just a personal thing. I was pretty average-sized all around, but with the hairs trimmed down to a light covering, everything looked more prominent and powerful. I'd long had that view of things, so I set about to trim away the excess hairs and soon had my groin looking neatly groomed.

I showered and then dug through my bag for a nice button-up shirt and dark slacks. I hadn't exactly brought clothes for anything fancy, so I did the best I could to look nice. I did have a tie with me, so I got it in place quickly. I could hear movement down the hall, so I knew Audrey was looking for me. “In here. Almost ready,” I called to her.

“Okay... I'll... I'll, uh... wait in the living room.”

I finished my look with a white belt and tucked my shirt inside my slacks, checking myself in the mirror to ensure everything looked sharp. I eyed the man I saw there. I looked my age, I supposed, but I didn't feel that way. I couldn't have said that a week earlier, when I very much felt like a guy in his early-fifties. Sure, I was in decent shape and felt fine, but when I saw the middle-aged man staring back at me, what I felt inside didn't match this time. It felt more like being a teenager. I was nervous, excited, the future suddenly feeling wide open. Maybe it was arousal for what was to come, or new relationship energy, or maybe just the whirlwind of bad and good I'd experienced the previous few days. Whatever it was, I liked the way I felt in that moment.

My fingers felt electric as I straightened my tie then picked up the items I'd gathered for this moment. I stood in the doorway a moment to gather myself.

I'd never been anyone's first time. I had lost my virginity at sixteen to my high school girlfriend. She'd not been a virgin when she rode me in the back seat of my car that first time, her previous boyfriend having that honor. Virgins were never something I thought much about. It didn't matter to me. If you have sex with anyone more than once, the first time is only a single event, and in my experience, the more times I made love with a partner, the better it got anyway.

But to be a first time for Audrey had a special significance. I got to ensure that the first time she was intimate with anyone was wonderful. So many people I knew, especially women, had mediocre first times. Not necessarily bad, just awkward or unfulfilling. Exciting and fun, sure, but not the sex they would experience later with practice. I had the chance to really show Audrey how much fun it could be, how much love could go into each touch, each movement. I wanted to make sure this night would be all about her, even as it would be an amazing experience for me, as well.

I went into the kitchen to grab the wine, an opener, and two glasses, then stepped down the hall confidently, my nerves settling a bit. I saw Audrey rise from the couch and she took my breath away.

Audrey's auburn hair was a like a bouquet of soft curls instead of held straight over her shoulders, the silky strands framing the beauty of her youthful face. She wore dark eyeliner, blush on her cheeks, and a rich, red lipstick that screamed desire. Her lips were parted slightly, a smile on her face. I knew she was wondering what I thought of how she looked in that moment.

“My god...” was all I could utter.

Audrey wore a beautiful, somewhat-shiny light-green dress hanging from thin straps over her shoulders. The color brought out the bright-green of her eyes. The neckline plunged moderately down her chest, not enough to show much cleavage, but low enough to hint at the loveliness just below. Her breasts were obscured below the fabric, but the curves were still there. Her hands held nervously at her sides, she shifted her weight from foot to foot as she blushed and watched my face. The dress hung down to her mid-calf, mid-heels covering the sheer-black hose running down her legs and over her feet. Sparkling, dangling earrings and a silver necklace completed her look.

I was blown away by her beauty.

“My god...” I repeated. “Audrey... you are so beautiful.”

She blushed more and smiled broadly, biting her lip a moment in that way I'd always loved. She twisted around her hips, shimmering in front of me, her dress swaying slowly from side-to-side. “You like?”

“I like.”

“You look so handsome,” Audrey told me, her eyes moving up and down my body. “I didn't expect you would look so fancy.”

“I had to look decent enough to be in the same room with someone so lovely.”

I sat down the items I carried and took the teen in my arms. Our lips met gently. I didn't want to smear her lipstick too soon, but I had to kiss her in that moment. She shivered as we slowly twirled our tongues, first in her mouth, then in mine. When we finally broke, it was like she'd taken my breath away. We stood smiling at each other, neither of us able to speak or move.

Finally, I said, “So... if you would like, I have a few things to set the mood... not that we really need it, you know.”

Audrey looked eagerly at what I'd brought and nodded. “I'd like that...”

I guided her to the couch and eased her down. Then I turned and pulled out the candle, setting it on the coffee table and lighting it with a match. I dimmed the lights in the room, leaving flickering shadows to dance across the walls. Next, I brought over the vase of roses and set them nearby, pulling one out and offering it for Audrey to sniff. She inhaled and grinned, “Lovely.”

I snapped the stem a few inches down from the flower, then carefully pushed the rose into Audrey's hair, letting it catch there and add a red highlight to her auburn locks. She seemed to like the gesture.

Next, I pulled the wine over. It was a Riesling, and reasonably chilled, so I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, then handed one to Audrey. I offered a quick toast, “I love you Audrey. Whatever the future holds for us, tonight is ours, together.”

“Oh, Darren...” She sipped and I did as well.

I sat next to Audrey and stared into her eyes. There wasn't really anything else to say or do. The moment was here. She was ready. I was ready. Whatever nerves we each had were good nerves. Excitement and anticipation meeting to make us each flush and grow aroused. I could see it in her eyes, in the way her lips parted when she looked at me. My flesh had grown rigid even without touching her. Audrey was so beautiful even without the dress and makeup. But she looked simply magical to me in the candlelight.

I sat down my glass and Audrey did the same. Bringing a hand to her face, I guided us together, and we shared a slow, passionate kiss like no other. I could taste her innocence and her maturity at once. Audrey was a young woman, not so far from her young girls days, so much ahead of her, so much potential. She was in my hands fully, inviting me into her life, her movements pleading with me to explore her body.

And I did. Slowly. I touched her cheeks and neck, softly stroking her lovely, smooth flesh. She wore just a hint of perfume, but mostly, I smelled Audrey. It was a scent indescribable. Warm. Buttery. Lightly-floral. Maybe that was the rose, I didn't know or care. Her skin smelled unique and filled me with desire. I shuddered as I kissed her neck and slowly worked my way down to her shoulder. Audrey shivered, her hands on my head, her breathing already coming faster.

I slipped one strap down from her shoulder and let it fall to her arm. The other was soon down, as well, and I leaned back as the dress slipped lower. Two round, fleshy breasts, pale, lightly freckled near the top, tipped with small, light-pink areolae. Pointed slightly upwards. Somewhat puffy. They had a weight but didn't sag. They were full yet still had room to grow. Youthful but maturing. Firm but soft. Audrey bit her lip as she showed me her breasts openly for the first time.

“Oh, God... Audrey...”

I let my head drop down her neck and over the top of her chest, kissing her each inch I moved. I could feel her breathing heavily, her breasts shuddering with each touch of my lips on her skin. Her nipples were erect, the color of cotton candy. I took one in my fingers. The warm, tight flesh was pliable but held its form. “Ooohh...” Audrey moaned quietly. I touched the other breast, teasing her nipples to grow larger. They felt hard under my hand, and I caressed them slowly, letting my fingers drift around the lovely curves of Audrey's tits, drawing more moans.

I pressed my head lower and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently, Audrey's body moving against me, pressing towards me, imploring me to touch her and taste her and explore her flesh. First one, then the other, I sucked lightly on her nipples, then let my mouth drift around her areolae, then under each breast, the sensitive underside covering with goosebumps. I left a wet trail on her skin wherever my lips and tongue went.

I pushed Audrey onto her back, drawing the dress down further. Her stomach was revealed, the smooth, pale flesh beautifully playing over Audrey's toned abdomen. I kissed her navel while my hands slid to her sides. I looked up at her face as I moved lower, lower, her eyes bright and excited, her fingers moving through my short hair. “I love you, Audrey,” I whispered as I drew the dress another couple of inches lower, down past her waist.

“I love you so much,” she breathed. “Oh...”

I slid my hands under her hips and she raised her body slightly, allowing me to pull the dress lower, lower. The edge of her panties showed cottony yellow fabric. I pulled the dress down to her thighs. The crotch of Audrey's underwear was light, a slender cleft showing through the fabric, a hint of darker tones beneath. I shuddered with excitement as she lifted her legs and let me remove the dress. I tossed it onto the back of the couch.

Audrey was still, watching me closely, clearly nervous, clearly excited. I caught a whiff of her arousal. It was so light I almost missed it, but the clean, slightly-warm and musky scent drew me in and filled me with desire for my young lover.

Slowly, I drew down the panties, not letting my eyes see the private flesh revealed until I had slipped the underwear off her feet.

I looked over the beautiful young woman before me.

Audrey spread her legs slowly and I lost my breath. A closely-trimmed, dark fur covered her pubic mound, the hairs trailing down over a slightly-swollen pudendum. Audrey's vulva was pink and light, darker folds inside. Her labia majora were covered thinly by soft, dark-brown tufts, closely cropped, tiny beads of sweat glistening in the hairs. Just peeking out between the outer folds I saw the edges of her labia minora, only slightly darker, still pink, one just a touch longer than the other.

As her legs opened further, I ran my hands up her inner thighs, drawing goosebumps on her flesh, and on mine. I stared at the perfection between the fifteen-year old's legs. “Oh, Audrey...”

“Do you like it?” she whispered.

“Oh, God, yes...”

My fingers trailed up, closer to her genitals. I could see her stomach moving up and down quickly in anticipation of my touch in her most private place. I kissed above her left knee, then moved inside her thigh, letting my lips and tongue drag slowly along her sensitive flesh. She shivered and more goosebumps appeared. My hands ran gently across her stomach, causing her to shudder and moan lightly.

I drew closer, closer, to her pussy. My lips were just a couple of inches away. I could smell her more strongly then. Clean and sweet in my nose, the aroma of Audrey's sex was unlike any I'd ever known. My lips were in the crease of her thigh. I hesitated a moment, savoring the anticipation. I could feel the teen's fur on my cheek, tempting me to explore her private flesh.

I moved my lips over her vulva and slid my tongue out, letting it touch her labia gently. “Ohhh...” she moaned. It was electric. I flushed with arousal, slowly dragging my tongue up and down her thin, slightly-swollen slit. I tasted nothing but clean, youthful flesh at first. Audrey's clit had risen from under its hood, larger than I would have expected. The tip was erect, round and throbbing. I lapped it with my tongue and her hips jerked in response.

I held Audrey's hips up a bit so that I could fully explore her open, willing genitals. She rested her feet on my upper back as my tongue began to move faster. I dipped between her inner lips and tasted her cream. It was pungent and warm, sticky, slightly tart, slightly sweet. I was addicted from the first taste. I wanted more, more. I pushed my tongue deeper, using it to massage inside Audrey's vagina, drawing out more of her precious cream.

Her body began to rock and together we found a rhythm that had her humming to my touch. “Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh...” I circled her clit and felt it swell against my tongue, then dipped down again, running laps around her labia before dipping inside her vagina to tease out more of her arousal. She began to hump against my face. “Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh, God...” Up and down I licked her pussy, no longer teasing her flesh but driving it beyond, above. I knew what was about to happen, and I concentrated on bringing Audrey's release with my whole being.

Her hands clenched on my head, her chest heaving, nipples tight and hard. Her clit throbbing with each touch. I moved my tongue a final time through her labia and into her vagina, then drew up the slickness from her body to swirl rapidly around her clit. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, Gaaaaawwwd!” Audrey's body trembled, then her orgasm rushed in. Her thighs squeezed me tight, then splayed open. Squeezing, opening. Squeezing opening. Her eyes were shut tight, her clit swollen and pounding as pleasure flushed into her body. “Ooooooooooohhhhh... Ooooooooohhh... Nnnnn... Oh, nnnnnnnn...”

I slowed my licks, slowed my touches, letting her soak in her ecstasy. Her flesh was glistening with sweat and the pale skin on her stomach and breasts were flushed in a lovely rosy color. She ground slowly against my face, twitching each time her clit made contact with my lips or tongue. I let her decide when she was ready for more.

Audrey's eyes flickered open, and the smile on her face was perhaps the most satisfying thing I'd ever seen. “Oh, God... Darren...”

I smiled back at her. I knew her juices were coating my lips and cheeks and chin. I could smell her essence in my nose. My fingers played slowly through her furry pubes, lightly stroking her pussy. Audrey's eyes drew me to move over her. I kissed her lips and she locked her arms around me. “I love you so much,” she breathed when I kissed her neck and cheek. “I want you inside me, Darren...”

I moved from her and stood up. She rose slowly to a sitting position, closing her thighs only with effort, as if the swollen, tingling flesh there didn't want to be hidden. I started to remove my tie and felt Audrey's fingers on my belt. I managed to get my shirt off just as her slender hands pushed my slacks down to my thighs.

My boxers didn't hide my arousal. I saw Audrey eyeing the bulge, her fingers soon playing lightly across it. I shivered with anticipation. She took hold of the tops of my boxers and in a smooth motion pushed them down to my knees.

My cock sprang out and pointed right at her. The delight on her face made my pulse race. I wanted her touch. Any touch. I needed it in that moment.

And she touched me then. Her fingers were hesitant at first, slowly tracing along my shaft. I could feel precum bubbling out the tip of my cock. Her hands were warm and soft, almost delicate, but strong, too. Audrey started to pump me, not squeezing tightly, just drawing the flesh up and down my length. Without a word, her head dipped down and I felt her amazing, hot lips slide over the head of my penis.

I groaned my pleasure. Her tongue moved carefully as she held only a couple of inches of my length in her mouth. Few sensations have ever felt better. I ran my hands through Audrey's hair as she slowly began to move her head. Gently, an inch down, an inch back. “Oh, Audrey...”

I encouraged her instinctively, my hips sliding forward each time she took me in, reversing when she pulled an inch or two back. She started to take me deeper with each stroke. Audrey gave me a light suction. Not too much to desensitize me, not too little, either.

We both wanted something else, though. I gently brought her face up, the head of my cock held snuggly between her lips. What a beautiful sight. I pulled my hips back and a thin trail of saliva and precum hung loosely from her bottom lip. She giggled when it broke free and hung from her chin. I used a finger to draw it up and into her mouth. Audrey licked it sweetly, gently sucking on my finger a moment before I shed the pants from my legs and sat beside her on the couch.

I brought her face to mine and kissed her deeply, letting my hands play over her soft young breasts. We moaned together, her flesh warm everywhere it touched me. I wiped sweat from her forehead and drew it down her neck, the flushed skin on her face matching that on her chest. I traced lines from the freckle below her left ear to the prominent one on above her right nipple.

My feet on the floor, I drew Audrey's naked body over me, her knees beside my waist. My cock throbbed as the heat from the teen's pussy came closer, the pubes between her legs tickling my length. We kissed again, and I took my penis in one hand, using the other to pull her waist forward a few inches.

I felt the soft heat of Audrey's vulva sliding over the tip of my dick. I throbbed with excitement. She moaned as I nestled the top of my cock just inside her labia. All she had to do was slide down.

I watched her face as I guided her hips lower. Velvet folds took me inside and I gasped. No more than an inch inside, I could tell she was incredibly tight. But she was also incredibly wet, and when she moved again, my penis slid inside her little vagina.

“Oh...” Audrey moaned, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I let go my cock and held her hips as she started to move. Slowly, very slowly, she rose an inch or so, then settled lower, more of my length inside her pussy. Up... and back down... up... and back down... Slowly, very slowly she started to fuck me and I swelled inside her as I was drawn deeper, deeper into her body.

I'd never counted stamina as my greatest sexual asset. Throw in my eager excitement, my years without sex, and the tight, wet, willing pussy of a teen that I loved, and it didn't take me long at all to moan, “God, Audrey... I'm cumming...”

Her body tensed but didn't stop its slow movements. She barely had half of me inside her when I felt myself boiling, bubbling, burning in release. My eyes closed on their own as I moaned. “Uhhhhh... Uhhhh... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” My semen flooded Audrey's tight vagina, pulsing, firing through my penis and out the tip. I came in long, slow gushes, shivering, shuddering, Audrey's movements imploring me to give her everything. I came and came, overflowing her small hole, my semen rushing down my shaft as I ejaculated my thick, heavy load.

I could feel myself floating but somehow heavy. I throbbed from head to toe. Audrey was kissing me then, my mind a cloud of pleasure. Somewhere, far away, I could feel my penis pulsing seed into the teen's body. Her hands were holding my cheeks, my hands just above her ass, her breasts swaying against my chest. I could feel myself rising up, willing the last drop of cum in my body to draw up and out. I sank deeper, forcing more of the sticky cream to rush down my shaft. Audrey was moaning as we kissed, as I filled her with my seed.

There was no collapsing from exhaustion, no refractory period. I was in heaven. Pure bliss with Audrey. We kissed and kissed, and she kept me inside her, sinking low enough to take most of my length into her tight, young vagina, keeping me throbbing and hard within. In only moments, she was moving again, her hips rising and falling, my dick clasped tightly inside her welcoming folds.

I rolled us quickly to put Audrey onto her back. Her legs widened and wrapped around my waist. I drove into her, more passionately than when she rode me. I needed to feel her deeper, to push myself as far into her body as possible. She opened herself to me, willing me to do so, welcoming my penetration. She squeezed me with her legs, her eyes locked on mine as her lips stayed open, the teen panting and moaning.

I slid in and out of Audrey's pussy, the frothy sperm coating my shaft. I brought a hand down to her slit and found her clit hard. The teen's head rolled back and her eyes closed when I started to masturbate her hard nub. My cock was moving quickly, my fingers in time with them. I wanted this so badly. So did Audrey.

I felt her tighten and tense, could hear the delicious pleasure in her moans which grew more intense, more insistent. She was close, and so was I.

She bucked and clenched and she was there, crying out her climax, “Ooooohhhhh... Ooooooooh God... Uhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhh...”

Sperm raced from my swollen cock and fired into Audrey's body. Whether she felt the cum splashing in her vagina or not, my body signaled my orgasm and her arms tightened around my shoulders while her legs clenched my waist, driving me to release completely inside her. Over and over I let go, my smaller load no less powerful. I filled her quickly and slowed my movements, our bodies covered with sweat, our genitals sticky and wet and swollen.

We kissed again, softer and slower this time. I felt sated, sexually, but I needed Audrey's kiss, her light touch. I didn't want to move.

For a long time, we stayed like that, my penis soft but still held inside her snug vagina, our fluids soaking onto the couch from where they'd drooled out of her small hole. Our hands explored freely and gently, touching, caressing, stroking each other like we loved each other. We certainly did. Her kiss was one of passion and pleasure, of appreciation and love, of thanks. I hoped she felt the same in mine.

“I love you, Audrey. I love you.”

“Oh, Darren... Oh, Darren... I love you so much...”

My dick throbbed once, threatening to rise again. I was sore, and I wondered if she was, as well.

I carefully pulled back and sat on the couch, quickly drawing Audrey to me. She curled against me and we kissed again. After a few moments, she rested her head on my shoulder. “So... it can be like that scene in the movie... but... so... so much better...”

“Mmm,” I sighed, “so much better.”

- - -

We eventually sat up and finished our wine. I was buzzing with a strong attraction to Audrey, and not just because of the wine or the amazing sex we'd had. I couldn't stop touching her, even if just to keep my fingers locked in hers. It was like being fifteen again. I loved that feeling.

I pulled the chocolates out and offered her the box. She grinned and picked out one, then waited until I did the same. Together, we ate our chocolates, then shared another kiss to savor the sweet, richness on our tongues.

I poured the rest of the wine into our glasses and sat back, Audrey again curling into my body.

After a while of just listening to her breath and sip from her glass, she said quietly, “Do you really love me, Darren?”

“I do,” I said easily.

“Not just because you wanted to fuck me...?”

“I love you because I love you. I have no control over it,” I said gently. “You're smart. You're stubborn. You're funny. Beautiful. And you make me feel like I'm young again. Whether or not we have sex ever again, I'll love you...”

“Okay, good... just needed to know...”

I thought I knew what was going through her head. It had been going through mine earlier in the day. “Don't worry about tomorrow or next week, Audrey. Not right now. We don't know what might happen, and worrying about this right now...”

“Okay. You're right,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I just love you so much, Darren. I never want this night to end...”

“Me either,” I kissed her lips gently. “But it will and we can't stop that. But we still have right now...” I offered her another chocolate and she put it between her lips, chewing it slowly.

“I dreamed about my first time for years, you know... like... who it would be... what it might feel like...” Audrey swallowed a sip of wine.

“And...?”

“I was way off...”

“In a good way, I hope.”

She grinned and kissed my lips. “In a very good way.”

“Well, I'm so happy I was the one you gave your gift to, Audrey. I cannot tell you how much that means. I don't really care about virgins or being a first, but... since I got the chance with you... I wanted it to be amazing for you.”

“Amazing, mmm... So good... Hey!” she exclaimed suddenly, “I'm not a virgin anymore!”

I smiled at her, “so you are not.”

She looked at her hands a minute, then said, “I thought I'd feel different because of that... but that's not why I feel different right now...” Audrey smiled warmly at me. “I feel different because I love you so much... and I got to show you how much that means to me...”

We kissed again, and I felt myself stirring. Audrey was clearly becoming aroused again the way her body melted into mine and the sighs escaped from her lips.

I couldn't have imagined that my cock would be able to perform again after two orgasms. I hadn't had three in one day since I was in my twenties, and that had been masturbating alone. Yet, here I was, kissing Audrey as my penis began to harden.

Her hand drifted down to my groin and she started to stroke me. I suggested, “Shall we go to the bedroom?” Audrey let me draw her up and, holding her warm hand, I led us into her bedroom. She closed the door automatically behind us. I sat us on the edge of the bed to resume our touches and kisses.

She stroked me while I touched her sticky genitals. My cum had dried slightly, making it thick and globular. I spread it around Audrey's pubes and over her wet labia. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to touch her so.

I eased us into the middle of the bed and moved behind her, pulling Audrey's back to me, her ass nestled against my groin. My hard penis rested in the cleft between her buttocks. I stroked myself through that soft, parted flesh, Audrey's head turned back to kiss me as we spooned. I caressed her breasts, the tender mounds so perfectly fitting my hands. I felt her reach between us, then her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Her ass moved slightly, and I felt the heat of her sex spread over my cock.

Audrey moved back as I sank in. I groaned as she shuddered. Her tight hole was wet and slick, taking my penetration easily even as her hole felt like a silky vice. Her buttocks pressed against my groin as I felt the tip of my dick press against her cervix.

For an hour or so, we rutted slowly together. There was no rush to orgasm, no need to do anything but feel each other in an intimate, slow-burning dance on the bed. A couple of times I slipped from her hole, only to find her fingers once more guiding me into her body. Audrey's sighs and moans were a most lovely symphony.

I finally drew away and Audrey got to her knees. She watched me for clues as to what I wanted. I joined her on my knees, kissed her, then turned her around and pushed her to brace her upper half with her hands, her soft, round ass upturned and parted. I knelt between her legs and pushed my penis inside her swollen vagina. Audrey moaned again as we resumed our rutting.

I could feel I was growing tired before long, and I thought Audrey's sighs were tinged with an edge of pain. She was sore. I was also very close to another release. I began to move faster, drawing back further and pushing in deep. I wrapped one hand under Audrey's body and massaged her erect clit. I was gentle, her discomfort obvious in the way she reacted, but it felt like she wanted to cum again, so I found a balance between too much and too little.

In moments, she began to grow louder and her ass started to push harder against me with each stroke of my cock. Her channel grew wetter, slicker, while squeezing me tighter. My erection was fighting to stay full as Audrey's hole clenched and threatened to push me out. I was sweating heavily, drops hitting Audrey's back as I leaned over her, stroking her clit while I fucked her pussy.

The teen came by crying out and arching her back suddenly, convulsing and lowering her head onto a pillow. I stared down at my cock going in and out of the girl's tight, raw vagina, her tiny, pink anus sweaty and glistening just above. The sight made me throb and begin to ejaculate.

I could feel pressure waves of pleasure burning through me. Harsher than the earlier two. More hard-won. Strong. I growled as I unloaded, holding myself deep inside Audrey's vagina as I squirted a small, hot load of semen into her. I couldn't hear anything but my heartbeat, my eyes closed, Audrey's body the only physical thing in the world besides my own. Mating with Audrey was the most amazing experience in my life.

I fell away quickly, exhausted, onto my back, breathing heavily. Audrey was right with me, coming down on her side against me, her hand slowly drawing back to trail along my chest. “Audrey, I love you...”

“With all my heart, I love you, too...”

I pulled her to me and pulled the blanket up over us quickly. I drifted away as satisfied and happy as I'd ever been in my life.