We went over a number of hypothetical situations with Savannah asking about what a girl is supposed to do and a guy. We had some good laughs and I played along with all of Savannah's "what if a guy did this" bullshit. I took our empty bottles to the recycling and asked, "Alright, Sav. What do you do if the guy invites you into his bedroom?"

"Is it a first date?"

"Yes."

"Then I go home because he's a douche," she laughed from the couch.

"Exactly." I laughed too, mostly that she actually said "douche." I sat back down next to her, putting my arm around her again. With my free hand I touched her cheek and turned her face toward mine. Without another word I kissed her and she kissed me back. I broke the kiss for long enough to ask, "What if I asked you?"

"Yes," she answered quickly and kissed me again. Her eagerness gave me a glimmer of hope and I felt myself already getting turned on.

We stayed on the couch for a while just playfully kissing and giggling here and there like idiots. I stood up and again extended my hand to her. She took it and got up. I lead her down the hall and into my bedroom. I didn't hit the overhead light and instead switched on my old bedside reading lamp, casting the room in dim, warm light. I asked, "Is this our first date?"

"Eh, I think we've been on some other dates."

I closed the door and then put my hands on either side of her neck. I rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs and sincerely asked, "Are you sure you wanna do this, Sav?"

She nodded slowly, "I trust you."

"You know I don't know what I'm doing, right?"

"Do you think I knew what I was doing?" She laughed and started to unbutton her cardigan. "I did read a little bit about it."

I couldn't help myself from laughing. I let her go and I pulled off my sweatshirt and then my t-shirt then she let me unbutton her blouse. She dropped it to the floor by her cardigan. I kissed her neck softly, moving slowly to her shoulder. Her hands were in mine one moment and the next she put them on my hips and jerked on my belt loops. I felt her smile against my lips.

"You would be the best boyfriend," she whispered and then ran her nails from the back of my lower back around to my sides.

Sighing a little, I reached down and undid the button of her pants. I wouldn't be that great of a boyfriend, but I could be a damn good girlfriend. We both got out of our jeans and then I stood, looking at her in her lacy white bra and panties. It was nothing I hadn't seen in the locker room, but I sort of knew how she'd felt the other day maybe. She wasn't just undressed, she was undressed for me. When I reached out for her again she dodged me with a smirk and climbed into my bed. I kicked off my pants and unhitched my bra to throw it off to the side.

Savannah had positioned herself in the middle of my bed. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and head resting contentedly on one knee while grabbing her toes cutely. Her head was slightly tilted and she looked at me with absolute adoration. There was no other way to describe it. I joined her, crawling over to her and kissing her sweetly. I kissed her several times before spreading her legs and positioning myself between them. Her hands began to roam my body as they had before, leaving their hot trails of electricity. Her hands were less unsure than they had been while every voice in my head was screaming for me to stop.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a weird idealist lived and Idealist Marti didn't want Savannah like this. She didn't want her under these pretenses. There Savannah was though, in my bed and almost begging for it. She moved so willingly to each of my touches. I took off her bra and again worked each of her nipples with my tongue. As I did so she would grind into me. I could feel how wet she was through her underwear and after only a few more seconds I grasped them and pulled them down. She lifted her knees so I could get them off and I threw them casually to the side of my bed.

I put my hands on her thighs like she had put hers on mine before. I looked at her lying in front of me on the tangle of my bedspread and pillows. Her eyes were half open and she was smiling faintly. Her small nipples were hard and the shadows contrasted on all of her toned muscles. Nestled between her legs was a finely trimmed patch of dark curls.

"You're beautiful," I said, not even realizing I'd said it aloud until she smiled a bit more and guided me back down to kiss her.

She kept her hands on my cheeks, but pushed me slightly away and said, "You sound like you mean that when you say it."

I scoffed and our tongues met again, I moved my hand down to her folds. She moaned into my mouth the second that I touched her. The absolutely slightest touch made her whole body jerk. I moved my thumb in gentle circles around her swollen clit. She may not like or may not be able to wrap her mind about liking a girl ever, but she most certainly liked when I touched her there. She arched into me and let out a surprised, "Oh, God!"

I was making her take the Lord's name in vain and about to have lesbian sex with her before marriage. It was like a trifecta of sin and I didn't care. I stopped caring about why were were doing it and put everything aside. I pretended for that moment that she really was mine and all that mattered to me was making her feel good. The momentary pang of guilt subsided when she kissed me again, tasting like beer and minty chapstick. She was an amazing kisser somehow and everything she did was perfect.

I put my first two fingers inside of her with amazing ease and her hands flew into my hair as she cried out. She didn't even try not to. I moved into her as far as I could, slowly and then faster and harder, still stroking her clit with my thumb. She moved under me, matching whatever rhythm I used. With one of my thrusts I added my ring finger. She pulled away from the kiss we were in the middle of and moved her mouth to my neck. She moaned loudly and when I continued thrust my fingers inside of her I began curling them toward me when I was as far in as I could go.

She bit down on my shoulder and began pawing at me. I knew her nails were drawing blood on my back. She drew he knees up and when she started to tremble I pushed as far inside of her as I could and I kissed as passionately as I could manage. I had my other hand on the back of her neck, forcing her to hold the kiss though she was gasping for air. When she came I almost felt the relief and wave of pleasure wash over me as if I'd actually experienced it as well.

I pulled my hand slowly out of her and rested my forehead on her shoulder. I realizing I was panting and I just hunched over her like that for some time, still feeling her legs shaking. Her hands had been on my back, but she let go. I turned my head and nuzzled her neck.

She whispered, "Marti...sometimes I forget, and I...I think I like you..."

I ignored her. I wouldn't let her dumb thoughts ruin my imaginary moment. I kissed her and felt her begin to remove my panties.