Later that night, Michelle had decided to stay the night at Weyland's house. They were both sitting on Weyland's bed. Michelle was leaning on Weyland's right side, while he had his right arm around her.

"Weyland… I'm going to get changed." She said standing up. She went to Weyland's draws and picked out an old blue shirt and some long gray pants.

"Ok, the bathroom is… over…" Weyland began, but was stunned when Michelle began to unbutton her blouse, 'There…" He finished, "Michelle… what are you doing? Use the bathroom…" He stated plainly.

"Why, don't you trust yourself?" Michelle giggled and her white blouse slipped to the floor, revealing her small rounded breasts, covered by a white bra. She turned to Weyland and began to put the blue shirt on, "Why should we hide from each other?" She asked.

"Michelle…" He said, becoming temped.

Michelle did up the bottom two buttons and then move over to Weyland, sitting next to him, "Why don't you do it up for me?" She asked slyly.

"Don't, you can't possibly understand what you are putting me through…" He whimpered, turning his face away as it began to redden.

She turned his head to face hers, "Oh, but I do, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this, would I?" She whispered and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Weyland tried to push her away softly, but became involved.

Soon they were lost in their passion for each other. Weyland's hands wondered about her back, and soon under the shirt. The buttons broke off as he pulled it away.

Michelle leaned backwards, causing her to fall back, and Weyland to land on her. They paused briefly.

"Michelle, we shouldn't… I shouldn't be doing this. You know that." He said to her.

"I know, but you want to. So go ahead, it's love." She said, beginning to unbutton his shirt. To her surprise, he actually was a bit muscular. Before he could answer, though, she began to kiss his neck and move down to his chest.

Weyland, trapped in the sensation, was practically paralyzed. Michelle pushed him over onto his back and kissed from his hard chest, down to his muscular stomach. She lifted her head as she then undid his trousers and pulled them down, along with his underwear. After that, she slid back up to Weyland face and kissed him.

Weyland's hands again wandering around her back, soon finding the bra's clip. He undid it and Michelle sat up, allowing the bra to slip off her shoulders. Weyland then proceeded to take off her black pants, sliding them down her curve less hips, along with her underwear too.

Michelle's body was so small, so slim. Her hips barely stuck out, and her pale breasts were not as big as Weyland had previously thought. Even so, they were perfectly rounded and smooth.

Michelle again kissed his neck, making her way down to the part of him that differed the males from the females. She kissed the area around it and the tops of his thighs, then made her way back up to his lips. Their lips locked together, while Michelle held herself over him. When they separated, she lowered herself onto him, in a straddling position.

Weyland put his hands on her hips, as if to help her down. She sighed as he slowly entered her. There was a sharp pain as he broke a barrier in her. She cried out softly, her face cringed at the awkward feeling, but continued to lower herself. She rested once she reached the full length.

"Michelle, are you ok?" Weyland smiled and he placed a hand on her right cheek, "Maybe it wasn't a good idea…"

Michelle lifted her body up, until he was almost out and sat back down. Michelle gasped at the new sensation, "Nonsense…" She said under her breath and continued to move up and down.

Weyland pulled her upper body down to his, putting his hands on her back, "And you're sure about that?" He queried.

Michelle paused again to give him a sincere look, "Why would I do it otherwise… Is this not pleasurable for you? Because I am finding this quite enjoyable. It is provoking such feelings in me, I want to continue…"

Weyland's smile widened slightly. Michelle then began to rub her body against his. There were sighs and breathy noises as they continued to make love. Weyland then found this a good opportunity to feel how soft her breasts really were. His hands moved to her upper back and came around the front so his hands were almost completely covering the two small feminine lumps on her chest. He felt them and massaged them and Michelle moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. They were as soft as he had hoped, and the two continued for a while.

"Weyland…" Michelle said looking up at Weyland, as she lay on his left side, her head on his chest.

"Yes…"He replied, his left arm around her waist.

She curled in a little more, pulling the covers slightly higher, "Thank you…" She sighed, closing her eyes.

"For what?" He looked at the girl.

"For letting me do what I did… For showing me what it was like…" She smiled, then began to cough.

Weyland patted her back, "Are you ok?"

Michelle covered her mouth, still coughing, but when it stopped briefly, she managed to say, "Yea…"

Weyland sat up, also pulling her up. He put his right arm around the front of her, and his left arm patted her back again, "Come on, we should get some clothes on you then…" He said.

"She seems to be fine, just her disease… She can't get too excited. Take her back to bed, and make sure she gets some rest." The doctor told the two.

"Ok…" Weyland answered.

Weyland and Michelle then went back to his home. He carried her back to his bed and laid her down, "Ok, maybe it wasn't a good idea. Try to get some sleep…" He said, hopping in the other side.

Michelle turned on her side so her back faced Weyland, "Ok…"

Weyland laid down, facing the same side as her. He put an arm around her waist, holding her close, "You'll be ok."