Author's Note: You guys are going to think I'm totally wrong with this part, but I'm not. Just trust that I know what I'm doing. This has revelance and isn't just random.

MICHAEL:

She had no idea what she was dealing with. She kept talking about my pen. Really she should have been talking about my penis. Good God…."Yeah, I…I…um…I gotta go," I mumbled.

"It's your room," she said with an easy smile.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Why? You smell fine."

I shook my head. She's so naive. "I just need one."

She grabbed my hand over the doorknob. "Stay."

"Mia, I really can't," I said through gritted teeth.

"Just turn around in a second, okay?" she said softly. "Promise you won't open the door."

I waited a minute. "Now?"

"Now."

I turned and saw that she was wearing only her slip and brassiere. "Mia we-"

She put her fingers to my lips with one hand, and pulled me to the bed with the other. "I know I seem naive and innocent. And all those childish adjectives you can think of. But I get this. I hate having this unquenchable feeling in my stomach everytime we kiss. And I know why we shouldn't," she said softly, untying my tie. I watched intently, taking in her smell. God. I hope she couldn't tell how fast my heart was beating.

She kept her eyes locked with mine as she did her slow steady movements. Had she been planning this all the while? I didn't care at that moment. Cuz right then my shirt was being slipped off of my shoulders by the most beautiful woman on the planet.

I swallowed hard, "Are you sure?" I whispered. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

She looked like she was going to change her mind for a minute. "No," she said stepping on her tip toes to kiss me softly. "I want this."

What had changed her mind? I didn't bother asking questions. I felt the smooth silk of her slip and looked away. Oh God. There I go again. Probably going to freak her out.

But then again, we are two typical teenagers. My dad always says that there are two assurances in life; that if you spit in the wind it'll end up in your face, and teenagers will be the most hormonal creatures on earth.

She could feel me and looked down. She took my hands and led me to the bed. I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to manage this. My bed is small. I'm kind of tall, so is she . I braced myself on my elbows. "We can stop if you want Mia."

"Do you want to stop?" she asked with wide eyes. "We can kiss for a little while and see where it goes from there, okay?"

I nodded. How was she so calm about all this? Had she… "How much experience do you have?" I asked softly. "Cuz this is all kind of new to me."

She looked hurt, "Michael, I've never even kissed anyone else.You know that."

I kissed her forehead and then her nose and then her lips. Before too long we were both too busy kissing to remember that we had such very little clothes on. I forgot to worry about nobility.

I noticed her wincing. "Are you okay?" I asked softly.

She bit her lip, "Just stay there for a second…."

I waited for what seemed like an eternity before she told me to continue.I won't lie, it was kind of painful. "You sure?"

She nodded, "Yes. Please."

I laughed. She was always so polite, even when we were in this type of situation. It hurt me to see her in any pain so I really was in conflict here. Do I continue and make myself happy, and cause her pain? Or do I stop and make her happy (and in making her happy making myself happy)?

I didn't have time to make a decision. My body decided for me. "Sorry," I mumbled, turning away from her. Geez, not too embarrassing huh?

She bit her lip. "That wasn't so bad."

Great. Just what a guy wants to hear. "Um, okay?"

"I mean, it hurt for about two seconds."

Which is as long as I lasted. "I'm sorry I hurt you," I said turning back to her. She hid her upper torso under my blanket. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not…I don't want you to see my stomach again," she said nervously.

We locked eyes for the first time since we finished making love. "Mia, I love you. Everything about you. But if you don't want me to see that it's fine. It's your body and your decision."

MIA:

I smiled. He was amazing. I mean, I still don't see the big deal about doing It. I mean, it started feeling kind of nice but then he pulled away. He had finished he had explained. I didn't get that.

So he explained that other than having the feeling of being close to someone you love the purpose of making love is to have a climax. And he had climaxed. And I was the one who made him do it too!

It was odd. I mean, one minute we were in his room reading and necking a little bit. But then this feeling just overcame me and I got a funny feeling in the pit of my belly. This is what Simon said he felt like when he did It for the first time with Maria, my lady in waiting. The love of his life for about an hour.

I had taken one look at Michael and that's it. His tie was loose and the top button of his shirt was undone. I caught sight of his chest hair and knew right then that I didn't want his shirt on him. I didn't want mine on me either. I wondered what it'd feel like to feel his hairy chest.

I'm weird. Hairy chests do weird things to me. I became a totally different person. I couldn't recognize myself. I was this confident and sexy woman who knew what she wanted. Didn't know how to get it, but knew what it was exactly.

But Michael had a good idea. He was terribly nervous though. His breathing was totally uneven and he was moving like a zombie. But I liked that. I like when he moved slowly.

It hurt. It felt like someone was stabbing me. But then the pain became dull and I got a hint of why he was enjoying himself. About why Simon had been so cheerful after his escapades with Maria.

Next time. I think this would be a thing we'd have to work at. So there'd have to be a next time.