Suitor? pickup? john? started to pound her rear; feelinghis balls against her, she knew he was fully in. It hurt at first buteventually the pain faded...to a point where, although it was notaltogether pleasurable, it was not entirely uncomfortable either.Samantha certainly had something to think about for the rest of thejourney home. She had, of course, insisted that he wore protectionbefore taking her virginity, as she was aware of the health risks ofunprotected sex.-o-0-o-JJ noticed her. She didn't respond immediately. I could tell she was wrestling withsomething, but I couldn't imagine what could be so troubling as to giveher pause. She didn't seem to be shy about anything the day before...andthe night before. What kind of secret could she have that would make herthis nervous?"Ian," she said, sitting on the bed next to me and running a hand throughmy hair, "do you love me? Be honest."I blinked at the frankness of the question. It seemed awfully early to bemaking such. Cassidy's dad, Michael, and Lena, were standing at the door. They let me in and Lena hugged me. My whole body tingled as her hot body was wrapped around mine. "Cass is upstairs, you can come into the living room if you want while she finishes getting ready." Lena said, leading me into the room. I sat down on the couch and she sat right next to me as Michael went into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. She rubbed her hand up and down my thigh, making me immediately hard. I grabbed my jacket. “You’re one of the best in the world at illustrating stories. I knew what resources you’ve used in the past, so I made sure you got the best of everything.”“No kidding,” she said appreciatively. “The pressure’s on me to deliver my best work with all this stuff.”No problem; I’d already ratcheted up her already considerable skill level to something akin to Rembrandt. She would only realized that she was turning out superior work in half the time. I seriously doubted she’d even notice that I took.