Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls isn't mine, nor was it ever, and whoever started that crazy rumor is a liar!

A/N: I'M SOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! Luckily, school is pretty much finished kicking my ass, which means LOTS more time to write!

Thanx: To my beta, Katherine and all my loyal readers who put up with LONG waits between updates!

Rated: NC-17

Chapter 7:Tears Follow Firsts

Somehow, Rory had finally managed to fall asleep, even though the fact that Tristan had done . . . that while thinking about her was the only thing she could think about. When she woke up the next morning, she smelled pancakes. The scent of the divine breakfast seemed to lift her head off of her pillow and lead her towards the kitchen. She noticed Tristan wasn't in bed, and she wondered what he was up to. As she hurried down the stairs, the smell became stronger and stronger. Her stomach felt like it would cave in on her in a second if she didn't get food.

Rory's mouth almost fell open, and she had to stifle a laugh as she watched Tristan flipping pancakes, while listening to some terrible music. He was in his boxers and a wife beater. When he began singing into the spatula, she couldn't hold her giggles back any longer, and Tristan turned around to watch the girl of his dreams snickering at him.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her.

"Uh, yeah!" she said as she broke into hysterics once more.

With that, Tristan put down his spatula and ran towards Rory. She shrieked and dodged his grasp centimeters before he could get her. Tristan chased her through the house before Rory's aversion to exercise finally caught up to her and she began to get tired. He caught up to her and lifted her off the ground at the same time her arms flailed and hit him in the perfect spot to knock the wind out of him. He toppled over, and somehow managed to fall on top of Rory. Had anyone walked in on them, they would have been in a very awkward situation.

Tristan blew a strand of Rory's long brown hair out of her eyes, and didn't even try to get up. She smiled at him, and felt his lips descend upon hers. The kiss soon went from PG to R, and Rory felt the same stirring in her core that she had the day before. Tristan's hands were squeezing her breasts through her pajama shirt, causing her nipples to start to harden under his touch.

Rory tried to lose herself in the kiss, but her mother's cruel words kept flashing through her head. Her mother was a hypocrite. She had sex when she was Rory's age, but now she was trying to lecture Rory about staying a virgin. Rory was sick of trying to make up for her mother's mistake. She knew she could have sex if she wanted to, and at that moment she wanted to.

Rory pushed at Tristan to get off of her, and he thought she wanted to stop. Instead, she grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where she turned off the pancake griddle. Rory never let go of his hand and, without a word, led him up the stairs. She felt an anger and a hunger that she had never felt in her life. Suddenly, she didn't feel shy around him anymore. She wanted to have sex with him, and that was exactly what she intended to do. Screw Lorelai. She needed this.

Tristan was confused at what Rory was doing. He thought she didn't want to go that far, but now she was dragging him towards his bedroom. Once the two of them were in his room, Rory turned to him with a wild look in her darkening eyes.

"Do you want to have sex?" she asked him, bluntly.

"I-uh, I mean, yeah," he stuttered.

When he said that, Rory closed the distance between them and passionately kissed him. In moments the room felt like it was on fire as the two horny teenagers groped at each other. In a moment, Tristan pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, loving the lusty look in Rory's eyes as she checked out his chiseled abs. He pulled her shirt over her head, and it joined his on the floor as he captured her mouth in a kiss. They stumbled onto his bed and Tristan's hands tangled in Rory's hair as he kissed her, but his fingers moved down to her nipples. He slowly rubbed small circles around the sensitive tips, which made Rory gasp for air.

Tristan took advantage of the break in their lip contact to feast upon her breasts. He ran his tongue from the underside of her left breast all the way up over her tightening bud, and then up to her collarbone where he marked her. He blew on the hickey he left, and Rory let out a guttural moan at the sensation.

Rory had never felt so alive. Her entire life she was supposed to be the good girl, but now she wanted to have sex. In a way she just wanted to do it so she could say she had done something no one expected her to do. Those thoughts left her head, though, as Tristan began to pull on her underwear. His mouth was latched onto her right breast while his fingers eased the cotton fabric down to her feet. She kicked them off and closed her eyes as Tristan's fingers grazed up her leg and tickled the inside of her thigh. She instinctively parted her legs for him.

Tristan's ran his index finger over her slit and was surprised by how soaking wet she was. He was excited to have sex with a virgin, because every girl he had ever been with already had a popped cherry. He circled around her clit and felt her vaginal opening begin to relax. He slowly inserted his finger into her vagina, and was shocked at how tight she was. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his finger so hard he had no idea how they would even be able to have sex.

Rory felt emotions going through her that she couldn't even imagine. This was the first time anything had been inside of her and it felt good. When Tristan began to ease his finger in and out, she felt the nerves on her sensitive area send messages to every place in her body. Soon, she felt a spark light a fire inside of her. She didn't know what was happening, but it was the most wonderful feeling and she couldn't even describe exactly how it made her feel.

Tristan was shocked when he felt her orgasm already approaching, so he slowed down. He heard Rory groan when his speed decreased, but her vagina had definitely loosened up some. Sliding his boxers down, Tristan climbed back on top of her and pulled his finger out of her. He coated her nipple with her own juice and laved at it with his tongue.

"Tristan, I need you. Please," Rory whispered.

Tristan positioned himself at her opening and groaned as he slowly slid into her wetness. Rory cried out in pain, but Tristan's body wouldn't let him stop. He held Rory still and continued to press forward.

Rory was terrified as the pain soaked through her. When he finally paused, she tried to get used to the feeling, but before she could he broke through her and she screamed. He was still then, and she felt hot tears dripping down her face. Tristan wiped them away and felt bad about not stopping, but he knew this would be better for her. Rory took a deep breath as the pain in her body faded.

The feeling that replaced the pain was one of pure pleasure. She had never felt so full before in her entire life, and she smiled to let Tristan know that he could continue. He was relieved to see that she wasn't angry with him, so he slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in. It was still a little uncomfortable for Rory, but the stinging went away a little more with each stroke. Soon, Rory's body seemed to take over. She began to meet him with each stroke, and that felt even better.

Their rhythm began to get faster and she could smell a musky odor, which she assumed was the "smell of sex." The muskiness hung in the room like a cloud waiting to extinguish the fire that was rapidly building. Rory could feel something was about to happen, and it was something she wanted more than anything, but she didn't know how she could want something she'd never experienced. Then it happened and her earth shattered as she saw stars. A completely sated feeling ran from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes. She felt warmness inside of her and she felt Tristan collapse.

The two of them fell asleep, still joined and completely fulfilled. Tristan had finally bedded his conquest, and Rory had lost her virginity. While she thought this would be something unpredictable, she hadn't thought about the old saying "like mother, like daughter."

Rory awoke, and she could feel Tristan still inside of her. Luckily, they were on their sides, now facing each other. Her right leg was underneath Tristan and her left leg was over his legs. Their chests were flushed against each other, and Rory grinned when she thought about the events of that morning. Her leg was completely numb, so she decided to move from the position she was in. As she swung her leg back towards her, she separated herself from Tristan. She smiled as she looked at his beautiful cock. In a moment, she got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realized they hadn't used a condom.

Rory felt like she was going to hyperventilate, so she quickly removed her leg from under her boyfriend's naked body. Her mind was a blur as she stumbled around his room while throwing on whatever clothes she could find, and she almost forgot to grab her shoes. She remembered them, though, and snatched them up as she ran on wobbly legs towards the door. She had to get to the bus stop. There was a bus that went to Stars Hollow every day at one in the afternoon, so she had fifteen minutes. She knew she looked terrible, but she had to get home.

Tristan stretched and woke up to find his bed empty. He groaned, and stood up thinking it had all been a dream. Then, he glanced down at Rory's panties that were lying on his floor. Fearing the worst, he put his boxers on and hurried out of his room calling her name. He ran into his dad, though. It wasn't even 2 in the afternoon and he was already drunk.

"Are you lookin' for your whore?" he asked him. "She left about ten minutes ago."

"She's not a whore," Tristan told his father through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, sure. What do you call a girl who has sex with you?"

Tristan pushed past his father, trying to ignore the thought that he was right. Rory was not a whore. He knew that. She was the virginal Mary. Only, he had just taken her virginity. Tristan felt sick to his stomach as he stood in the middle of the stairs, realizing what he had just done. Rory really hadn't wanted to have sex. She wasn't ready. There was no way a girl like that would have been ready. Now, she was probably scared out of her mind. Tristan sighed, and went back to his room. He picked up the phone and called his "friend," Kyle.

"Hey Kyle. It's Tristan. Listen, can you have one of your impromptu parties? I really need to get wasted tonight."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there at seven. Bye."

Tristan ran his fingers threw his hair and looked around the room. For the first time in his life he really felt ashamed of what he had done. He couldn't even imagine what Rory was going through. His thoughts flashed to a couple years before when he lost his virginity.

"Hey sexy boy," the beautiful red head said with a grin.

Tristan was trying to act cool, but he was only a freshman, and this was a senior girl that was not only talking to him, but calling him sexy. He played it off, and sent her a trademark smirk as he continued to drink. He didn't know what was in the punch, but it sure tasted good.

Somehow, the two of them had started talking, and now she was leading him towards a bedroom. Tristan was practically giddy as the girl began to unbutton her shirt. Before he knew it, he was inside of her. Emotions swirled within him, and he couldn't hold it back. The girl was royally pissed at him, and she left the bedroom in search of someone who 'knew how to handle it.' Tristan had stayed in the bedroom trying to process everything, but it was all still a big smudgy mess.

That was the night that started Tristan on the track. At the next party, he had picked up another chick for 'practice,' and that's how his reputation got started. He kept using girls in order to perfect his performance, and after a few tries he began being called a Sex God. The name had stuck, and he became a pompous ass until he met Rory.

Lorelai was beyond angry with her daughter. She hadn't been to work since Rory left with that boy, and she felt sick about the whole thing. Lorelai thought she had raised her daughter better than that. Rory wasn't the type to stay out all night with a guy. Deep down, Lorelai knew Rory hadn't had sex with Tristan, but the truth was that it made her look like a bad mother. That sounded stupid, but it was true. Lorelai was Rory's age when she got pregnant and she couldn't stand to watch Rory go through the same thing.

Lorelai's thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open. She sat her coffee mug down on the kitchen table and eased out of her chair, rubbing her back in the process. When she saw Rory, her heart sank. Her baby girl had had sex.

Rory's cheeks were stained with tears, her hair was a mess and she was wearing boxers and a T-shirt with no bra. She had a hickey on her neck, oh, make that two hickeys. And she looked absolutely miserable.

"Rory," her mother said, softly, as her anger melted into sadness and disappointment.

"Mom, I. . ." she began, but Lorelai cut her off.

Lorelai didn't know how long they stood there. Rory leaned against Lorelai and Lorelai held her daughter up. The pain in her back was forgotten as she held the sobbing girl. She thought it was strange the way her anger had just vanished. One look at her baby girl hurting so much was enough to make her forget about everything. They didn't know what the future had in store for them, but at that moment it didn't matter. It was just a mother comforting her child, who wasn't even a child anymore.

Rory was relieved her mother had forgiven her, but that had always been the way their relationship worked. One would get angry with the other, but it would be forgotten in a moment if the other one was needed in any way, shape, or form. At that time, Rory needed Lorelai because she had just had sex without protection. The thought of what could happen hung around Rory like a cloud, and she had no idea how she could possibly tell her mother what she had done.

It didn't matter, though. They were just a mother and a child, comforting each other through a loss. One had lost a part of her baby, the other a part of herself. Neither one could ever get the lost part back, so they just clung to each other to ease the anguish.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review, even though I really don't deserve your support after leaving y'all hanging for so long!