It has been a month since the attack on Kim that caused a cascade of actions and events at Seaford High and in the lives of many that were involved.

Kim was healthy now and all of her friends carried an extra EpiPen as a way to mollify Jack, who was in mother hen mode for a long time afterwards. No one questioned his reaction, or overreaction as Kim liked to say, because everybody remembered the aftermath of his retaliation. Kim, for one, was grateful that neither Lindsay nor Donna crossed Jack's path after the attack.

Both girls were charged with the conspiracy to commit an aggravated battery. It became apparent that a lot of people on cheer squad knew about Kim's allergies and that Donna and Lindsay discussed the potential situation where Kim would suffer an allergic reaction. What was less clear whether they knew the severity of Kim's allergies and it was this circumstance, coupled with the fact that it was impossible to prove that they have taken the EpiPen, that they were not charged with a more serious crime. They ended up taking a plea deal to a lesser charge and because neither had any prior record, the judge sentenced them to a minimum sentence to be served through community service, with mandatory anger management program and a restraining order to stay away from Kim a certain distance. They were also expelled.

Frank and Randy, as the unwitting accomplice to the battery, had their charges downgraded to a misdemeanor and their suspension from school was long, but ultimately they were allowed to come back to school. Both avoided Kim and Jack as much as possible.

All three boys, Jack included, were not allowed to come back to their chosen school athletic teams. Jack seemingly did not care, but it was a noticeable blow to the Seaford High basketball team.

Kim, when she came back to school, was treated like she was a celebrity, with equal amount of fascination and hate. She realized that the fallout of the 'bee incident' caused such repercussions through school that many disliked her simply because it was her, who, in their minds, caused them. Many on the cheer squad resented the endless interrogations they had to undergo and, because they lost two members, the squad had to refocus and train new replacements. There were a few, who openly wondered if she worth all the trouble, especially because of violence of Jack's reactions. She was glad that she had real friends at school, who stood by her anyway and she was especially happy when Jack came back to school. With him near her, most people refused to make direct eye contact with Kim or Jack or talk about them, lest Jack heard it.

She was deathly afraid at first that Jack would end up with some criminal record because of her, but her dad - and for once she did not mind his methods - worked it out and Jack only had suspension and no athletics as a punishment. Once that worry was over, she expected his father to renew his objections to her, the troublemaker. But apparently, while she was in the hospital, her dad and Mr. Brewer managed to strike a friendship of sorts and since her dad'd involvement in decision over Jack's punishment, Mr. Brewer was at least cordial with her. That changed soon after Mr. Davenport's visit and she suspected that he was impressed by the rich man's good opinion of her. But she was not going to look at the gift horse's mouth. He even invited her and dad to have dinner with the Brewers. She was hesitant at first, but Mr. Brewer told her that he understood and respected his son's choices and it would be great to have Jack back at the house if only for a little bit.

Dinner went better than she expected. She and Zoe had plenty in common and ended up playing the piano after dinner. Her dad could talk to Mr. Brewer about any of the business and corporate law related matters and there was no end to that discussion. They even managed to discuss trusts and estates and it must have been in relation to Jack's inheritance, because they drew him into conversation as well. Afterwards, when they were about to leave, Zoe asked Jack in tremulous tone if he would come back home. His face reflected the struggle he was feeling - his mom's face was open and vulnerable - and he settled that he at least wanted to see the aftercare started before he would go back to how things were.

And so now there was a timeframe for Jack to go back to his parents. When they talked later, he confessed that he missed his family and home, but thought that the freedom he had living by himself was a reward on its own. She wanted him to make up with his parents, of course she did, but she thought she understood him.

She had similar freedom herself before, when her dad was still very much grieving. She was alone a lot and made most of her decisions independently. Somehow the trip to the hospital made her father 'wake up' and he regained his more active attitude. He still was a far cry from how he used to be, but she honestly didn't have to worry about him eating or sleeping enough anymore. With that came his more involved parenting and suddenly her and Jack had a lot less time to spend by themselves. They were the old pros at this though, finding time in-between.

Of course her father declined a business trip now and Kim was trying to find a way to secure time alone with Jack, where they would not be interrupted. Jack was gentle and obviously spooked by her illness. It didn't help that she had a cut on her hand where the sting sites were drained. When the scab finally came off, Kim felt that they could possibly go back to where they stopped last time. She had her shopping done and set up her room. She figured that she had to surprise Jack or they'd never get anywhere with the way he was being extra gentle and careful.

She got home with Julie and proceeded to set up candles, flowers and draped her standard blinds with a piece of sheer fabric to camouflage and soften the look. Somewhat satisfied with the results, she took her time to finish her own look. Though she was embarrassed to the point of blushing beet red, she bought a white lacy chemise, which looked basically like a very short, very transparent body-con dress with thing straps. She was still blushing when the finished with makeup and hair, because chemise shown a lot of her skin.

Once everything was finished, she called him and cheekily asked if he was still stuck at the doji, because she was alone at home and her father was not coming back for hours. Jack seemingly got the message and told her he'd be there soon. She waited by the window to catch his arrival and when he rolled in on his bike she quickly unlocked the door and scooted to the bedroom.

Soon she heard the front door swing open. "Hey Kim! It's me! Why's the door open? You know its unsafe."

She opened her mouth to yell back, but paused. Was it possible to yell seductively? Probably not. Better to let him get closer so she could try out her sexy voice.

"You would not believe what Jerry and Phil were up to."

She shifted nervously on the bed, hoping he'd hear the springs squeaking and take a hint.

"Kim?" His footfalls were getting heavier as he neared the bedroom.

"In the bedroom," she trilled and winced: she sounded ridiculous.

"Kim, are you unwell? Should I ... oh." He stood in the doorway, still holding his helmet, blinking rapidly as he tried to process the sight in front of him. Kim was sprawled out on her stomach, her head resting on folded hands, wearing nothing but a white lace chemise and red lipstick. He ran his hand over his face and took a deep breath.

"Hey there," she said, smiling at him. She could feel her cheeks flush as his gaze drifted over me.

"What – I don't – what's going on?"

"I'm ready, Jack." she slowly rotated her body so she was lying on her side. "We've waited long enough. I want you to…" she trailed off. her prepared words sounded so stupid now, but she didn't know how to end the sentence.

"Pop your cherry?" he finished and winced.

She burst out laughing. "Oh my god. Wow. You should write love poetry."

"I'm sorry." He shook his head and suddenly seemed to remember the helmet in his hand. His eyes traveled back to her nearly-nude form and it cluttered to the floor with a thud.

He swallowed hard. "Are you… I just… you're sure about this?"

"Absolutely."

"You want me to be your first?"

She rolled her eyes and wiggled her hips. "Seriously, Jack? Do I need to spell it out for you? Yes."

He leaned against the wall. "Kim, that… whatever that is… that you're wearing…"

"It's called a chemise."

"Whatever. It's… I mean… pretty."

"Aww, more poetry. Wanna see it up close?" she said and run one hand over her side.

He obeyed, taking off his jacket and walking over to sit next to her. He reached out, hesitantly, his eyes flickering upward to her; she nodded, and he gently stroked her hip through the lace. "You're stunning."

"Thank you."

"Are you sure?"

"Jack, do you want a notarized statement?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just… I've actually never been with a virgin before."

She laid back and his breath hitched as the chemise rode up and he could see now that she wore nothing underneath. "So it'll be a first for both of us."

"It's just… you know… it's going to hurt for you… and well…" He shrugged and gave a defeated laugh. "… but it also could feel amazing."

"So I've heard." she sat up and kissed him, running a hand through his hair. He returned her kisses fervently, tongue and lips entangling with hers before he pulled away.

"It might hurt a little."

"I know. It's fine"

He stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks before placing hard and hungry kisses, pressing her backwards into the bed. His hands roamed over her torso and hips as she encircled her arms around his neck and drew him closer.

"Can we get this off you?" he whispered.

"Here." she pointed to a tiny closure at the top of the chemise. "I thought you might want to do the honors."

He licked his lips as he fingered the snap, then slowly undid it. The tight lace fabric popped open as he sped up and pulled it all the way down. Then he pushed the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders and sat back, staring at her.

"Kim… you're… always so much prettier than my memories of you." He gave her an embarrassed smile. "You're gorgeous." He grasped both of her breasts and started kneading them, his big fingers working slowly around the soft flesh as he gauged her responses. "And, well, these are amazing."

She smiled. "Thank you."

"Oh, no, thank you." He lowered his head and suckled gently at one nipple while he lightly tweaked the other. She gasped and shuddered slightly. "Hello there" he murmured into her chest.

"Yes… Jack… oh yes, more," she whispered, tracing her fingernails over his back and burying them in his thick hair and lifted her hips a little to touch him. He groaned and moved from chest back to kissing her hard on the lips, his one large hand going around her to grab her butt and holding her in place as he ground himself into her, slowly and steadily.

She lost herself in the kiss, feeling the anxiety turn into low thrumming verve of want and need, him playing her body like a talented musician. Her head rolled back, oxygen now a necessity, he went to pepper kisses in her neck, just as his hand traced the outside of her leg. When it reached the apex, his thumb dove into per pussy, lightly skimming the seam of her slit, finding her wet already.

"Oh, yes..." He rubbed the fingers around her clit, spreading her wetness, as he glanced back up at her. "Kim, I'm sorry. I haven't been saying any of the right things, and I know that. But this… it's just so special. I'm really… I'm kind of nervous, I guess? Like, I'm going to make this good for you. I promise. It just… I don't know, I've heard it can hurt. I don't want to hurt you, so just, like, talk to me, okay?" He was uncharacteristically ineloquent and she knew his anxiety was just as strong as hers. Somehow it made her calmer.

She nodded. "I will."

"If you like something I'm doing then say so, if you don't like something say so, just… I'm here for you. Don't worry about hurting my feelings or my ego, OK?"

"Jack, I know you."

He nodded seriously and started to work one of his slick fingers in, opening her up. She squirmed at the intrusion, biting her lip as he worked another one in, the stretching sensation going hand in hand with feeling tight at first. His mouth was already on her and her muscles flexed around him and he mouthed something as his fingers explored and probed her depths. He knew her likes already and when he attached his mouth on her clit, flicking and taking it in, she let it go, enjoying it, instead of fretting what would come later. He curled his fingers inside, touching that spot again and she trembled with the frissons of hot desire laced through her. Oh this boy and his talented mouth. And his tongue… oh god…

He reached up and, with one strong forearm, held her hips in place.

It was a good thing he was holding her down because when he curled his fingers inside her and scraped against her inner walls, she bucked wildly and thrust right into his face. His tongue alternated between the flicking, light motions, and hard, firm swipes and she gave an anguished cry as he flicked his fingers against the spot, and her back arched off the bed.

"Jack! Oh, oh my god," she gasped, frantically clutching at the bedspread, as the her entire being centered around that spot, where Jack was torturing her with the nearly unbearable pleasure. The pressure, the fire, the want kept building in her, higher, tighter, stronger.

"I almost wish you could see what I'm seeing right now…" His voice was low and sensual. "You have no idea how gorgeous you look."

"I'm… but… ahhh… Jack… please… more…"

He lowered his head again and drew the little bud into his mouth, alternating between kisses and bites and the pleasure and pain drove her up and up, winding the coil within her. One of his fingers continued to trace maddening patterns against that magical little spot, while the other meandered around, stretching her out.

"Ah… ah… Jack!" She sobbed as her body convulsed, her orgasm slamming into her hard. He slowly continued to flick his tongue against her pulsing clit while he stilled his fingers within her; she clenched and released around him uncontrollably, her body helpless to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Finally she felt everything relax and she melted into the bed.

She felt his fingers start to move within her again, scissoring to stretch her out more, and she could tell it beyond the usual. She flinched and he moved up her body, kissing her sweetly on the lips and neck as he continued his work with his fingers. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I… that was… wonderful," she said honestly.

"Do... Do you still want to?" He massaged her sensitive clit with his thumb and smiled into her skin as she gasped.

"Yes," she murmured and reached for the condom on the night table.

He sat up, careful to gently withdraw his fingers where they were, and unzipped his jeans. He awkwardly kicked them off along with his boxers, freeing his erection. The condom went on with quick expertise and she pushed up on her forearms to get a good view of him. His cock was thick and veiny and it suited his well-defined muscles.

He crawled to her again, "OK… if it hurts or you want me to stop, just…"

"I'll tell you." She nodded anxiously.

He gave another kiss and positioned himself at her slit, pressing just the tip in before bracing his hands on either side of her. He pressed his lips to hers as he slowly slid forward, her own arousal easing his way. She winced and tensed as the thick intrusion went deeper than his fingers ever went.

"Shit, are you okay?" Jack's jaw was clenched as he stilled within her.

She nodded; the discomfort was already starting to subside, and her body yearned for friction. "Yes – I… I'm okay now. Sorry. Keep going."

"Stop apologizing, you're perfect," he whispered as he buried his face in her neck and pushed the last few inches in.

She gasped, immobilized with pain, not breathing, not blinking, not anything really and Jack swore harshly.

"Fuck, Kim. So sorry, love. Shit, it's too much, isn't it? Just, please, breathe, try to relax... Please..." He whispered between kissed to her neck and side of her face.

She did finally drag a deep breath, and then again and again. The sharpness of pain disappeared soon and after a few more moments it was gone completely. What was left was just feeling of fullness and awareness of him deep inside her. She relaxed and heard his corresponding ragged exhale.

Their breathing mingled as they stared at each other, their bodies acclimating to the sensations. There was an unfamiliar but not unpleasant feeling of fullness, and the weight and warmth of his body on her gave her a sense of reassurance.

"I am so sorry, Kim... Are you OK, love?" He said with unbearable gentleness.

"Uhgm. I think... That is... I think I need you to ... move now?" She said unsure, but the strange need for more was building in her.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them the gentleness from before was supplemented by a dark and heady hunger, the two strange, but not at odds with each other. He withdrew slightly and pushed back in and she gasped again. He stopped unsure and this time she made an experimental small shift of hips, making him grunt.

"Do I… is it… OK?" She asked, hesitantly.

He opened his eyes and kissed her on the lips again. "You are… perfection."

"Does it feel – "

"It feels like heaven, Kim," he murmured. "You feel like heaven. How does it feel for you?"

"It hurt a little at first but it's fine now," she whispered.

"Good. Because I need to start moving. If it hurts again just tell me."

"Jack…"

"I know. I just, I want this to be perfect for you."

He pulled out a little farther before pushing back in, setting a leisurely rhythm, angling himself upward as he thrust. Soon the familiar swirl of pleasure rose within her and every time he pushed he hit that spot inside. She run her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling his muscles working under her fingers and she gave a little hum of pleasure.

"You're so tight," he groaned. "Feels… amazing… oh God…"

"Keep going, … harder…" she whispered. "You feel so big…"

He obliged, pulling out further before surging forward, picking up the pace as he grunted above her. Kim loved the way he moved, the way his eyes fluttered shut every so often, the way their skin melded together. The initial sting had long since passed and she could feel the coil winding as his pelvic bone ground into her clit with every thrust. Now, the thrusts came faster and stronger,and it gave her the delicious pleasure with a bit of pain, making her bite her lip. He fixed his gaze on her chest and she felt him speed up.

"I told you… your breasts… are incredible… right?" he panted. "I mean… oh God. Just incredible." He leaned down and flicked his tongue over her left nipple.

"Yes… I… oh…" her muscles flexed involuntarily and he practically growled, deep and low.

"Kiiim, I ... Are you...?" He didn't quite finish as she squeezed her muscles around him on purpose now.

He shot her a dark and scorching look and she watched a bead of sweat drip down his face as he started going harder. "Is this… okay?" he grunted.

"Yes… oh, please, Jack, I'm so close… please…"

He slammed forward more forcefully, groaning and cursing as their skin slapped together. "Oh, fuck… oh, god… oh… Kim…" Again and again, he drove into her, jostling her a little and making her forget how to breathe, his strong body powerful in lovemaking as it was in everything else.

"I'm c-coming – ah!" her hips bucked as orgasm wracked her frame, overwhelming all rational thought as she came apart completely around him. He gave an almost inhuman roar and she felt his cock swell and twitch inside. His muscles flexed as he shuddered above her, dropping onto her and grinding himself into her as he continued to orgasm. Finally he pulled out and rolled next to her trying to catch his breath.

She turned onto her side and lay an arm over his chest; she could feel his thunderous heartbeat.

"Was that… did you…"

"That was… wonderful, Jack," she said, planting a kiss on his pec. "Perfect."

"Really?"

"Really. You're amazing."

"Not as amazing as you." He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. "My girl."