Gilraen pinched one bead, then the other. Over and over she assaulted her virgin body. When she felt as if the sun itself were about to explode, a cry...was ripped from her chest. Her fingers stilled their assault. Her eyelids were clenched tight. Her features were locked in a grimace of desire. She panted, and fought for air. Vibrations churned deep within the very core of her sex. It throbbed with the pulse of her heart, her mind tried to catch up with the rest of her. It failed miserably. She. Sure, it would hurt him when she left. It would sting him for a moment, probably. Ern was too sentimental anyway, so in a way, it was his own fault. But it would only be the emotional equivalent of a small flesh wound. He didn’t know real pain. In the morning she would give him one more time. She would allow herself one more time with him. One more time to feel close and safe and special. One more time to moan appreciatively as he spent himself inside her. One more time to give the only thing. He was a little sweaty but delicious. His cock tasted like precum had been rubbed all over it and I sucked and slurped on it. He barely lasted 2 minutes until he began to grunt. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his ass and held him tight while I kept sucking. He erupted in my mouth. I swallowed his first squirt and kept sucking. After he was done cumming, he pushed me away. I swallowed his cum and thanked him for letting me drink it. He pulled up his pants and left without saying a. " "Well, perhaps you should show me your bedroom, then," and I led her by the hand up the back stairs to my room. As soon as we were inside, I closed the door and Christina's arms came around me in an embrace as we kissed, really kissed, for the first time. Her tongue was like she was fucking me with it as her hands roamed my body up and down. She pulled away, turned and said, "The zipper's in the back, Noah," and I knew then that I was entering a new phase of my life…me, at seventeen, becoming.