As soon as Adam registered what was happening, he pulled Lacey tightly to him, filling the kiss to the brim with fervor. The two of them stood locked in the embrace for several minutes before Lacey broke off suddenly, whispering, "I…um, need to go to the bathroom."

Adam's brow furrowed for a moment as he stared at her, forcing his hormone-addled brain to register her words. "Oh. Y-Yeah, of course."

Smiling apologetically, Lacey grabbed the boutique bag from the corner that she knew had her lingerie in it. What was it they said? Lingerie may come off quickly, but it was always exciting to see a brightly wrapped package. Heading into the bathroom and closing the door, she quietly lifted herself to sit on the counter, taking deep, controlled breaths.

Soon, her near-dizzy spell passed, and she slid off resolutely, determined to take one step at a time and stay cool. After using the toilet, she slipped her hand into the bag to find the panty and bra set she had purchased earlier in the day. Locating it quickly, she began pulling it out amid a flurry of tissue paper until she happened to glance over and catch sight of one of Adam's old hockey camp t-shirts folded neatly over the towel rack. He had been lounging around the house in it last night, and upon going over and burying her nose in it, Lacey discovered that it still smelled like him. That's when a thought occurred to her.

Why work so hard to create a picture perfect night wearing scratchy lingerie that would make her feel self-conscious right off the bat? Opting to save the bra and panty set for later when she was more comfortable in this scenario, Lacey undressed quickly to don Adam's t-shirt. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that it hung between her backside and her knees, fitting like a big, loose nightgown. It looked admittedly sexy, and it was comfortable.

Lacey swallowed hard, resting her forehead against the door before opening it, carrying her bag to place back in the corner. When she turned back around, she saw Adam watching her with interest from where he sat comfortably on the bed in his standard t-shirt and boxers. She took a deep breath, feigning confidence, before walking slowly to Adam's side of the bed. He didn't take his gaze off her once as she stopped only a couple feet away from him and reached under the hem of the big t-shirt to slide her panties down and let them drop to the floor.

Adam's eyes trailed down after them, then back up to meet her eyes as his chest rose in a deep breath. She knew at once that he was stirred.

"So…did you really mean what you said at dinner tonight?" Lacey inquired, feeling her cheeks redden slightly as she came over to slide onto his lap, facing him.

His eyes never left hers, the gaze both searing and tender. He gripped her hips while shifting a little before whispering, face instantly coloring, "Yeah…I did," Lacey's heart pounded in her ears. While she still had the nerve, she leaned into him slowly while taking his hands and sliding them under the hem of her t-shirt. He immediately stroked her bared hips before sliding his hands around to her backside.

She whispered in his ear, "Good. Because I want you too."

Their mouths met then and it was a long time before they separated. Lacey could barely get enough of him on her lips, and then her tongue, as she slipped it in his mouth. All inhibitions were gone. It felt as though the two of them were devouring one another, and she could feel his physical eagerness growing as he slipped off her shirt, eyes alight. Before long, Adam gently rolled with her until he leaned down over her freshly nude body, and she felt deliciously at his mercy. But he was still her sweet, respectful Adam. "Can I touch you now?" he whispered breathlessly.

"You can touch anything you want," came her immediate response. "Because I'm sure going to." With that, she brought hands up, trembling from excitement and nervousness, to take off his shirt.

When all the cloth and fabric was pulled away and skin was touching skin, the exploring began and the next half hour made Lacey's head spin. She ran eager hands over every inch of Adam, feeling every muscle, sinew, and nuance of his chest. She loved the way he closed his eyes and lost himself in the touch that flooded senses when she moved her hands lower. He felt of her sensitive places with matching fervor, but paused when he reached the area between her open legs and looked into her eyes, carefully. "You're sure?"

Lacey took a deep, shaky breath. "Yes, I'm sure."

After following Lacey's guidance, Adam slowly pressed into her–or tried. Lacey's nerves, even if excited, were commanding her to be tense and to squeeze every muscle, which caused more than a little awkwardness. She tried to close her eyes and breathe deeply so she could relax. Adam, leaning over her, began stroking through her hair while whispering the chorus to "Buddy Holly." This made them both dissolve into quiet laughter and Lacey slowly began to feel the anxiety dissipate.

When Adam tried pressing into her again, Lacey was able to receive him with less resistance. Of course it was only after a few moments of uncomfortable pressure that Lacey was able to halfway relax into the rhythm of lovemaking. Adam was tender, yet passionate, as he moved inside her, and Lacey plainly saw the way in which the strict control he always exercised over himself seemed to melt away. The love he made to her was sweet, and it was raw. It ended, however, a little more quickly than Lacey had anticipated (although had she even known what to expect?) and Adam moaned as he buried his face in her neck, pressing himself a little deeper into her body as he tensed, falling into her.

She rubbed his back as they both caught their breath. She wasn't sure how long they laid there since it was as if the entire universe, with all its space and time, had slowed to a stop for them. Lacey was almost sure Adam had fallen asleep when he spoke, head resting on her chest.

"Lacey?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you. And I know you still worry about college and all, with me leaving, but… I promise we'll make it."

She traced her fingertips through his hair in an absent massage, wanting to caution this guy that she loved not to make promises he couldn't keep. There were so many "what if's?" parading through her mind, so many thoughts ready to barge right in and make themselves at home, destroying her happy moment.

But she wasn't letting them in right now. "I know. And I love you too."

For the rest of the night, Adam and Lacey made love as often as possible. Adam was insatiable, and even though Lacey wasn't quite as enamored of the act as he was, she saw it in a whole new light during the third time when the delicious pressure that had been building inside her finally reached its limit and, as she wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist, released, washing her from head to toe in a sweet pleasure she'd never felt the likes of before. She wasn't sure if she cried out or not, but Adam began showering her face with kisses while she savored every last drop of the sensation, wanting nothing more than to experience it again and again.

No wonder people thirsted like crazy for this. She at last understood.

Finally she and Adam fell asleep, sweaty and spent. She clung to him as they drifted off, her last thought being why on earth had she dropped the money on the nice lingerie set when she hadn't even used it.

It had all managed to go perfectly without it.