They walked upstairs to the bathroom, Charlie grabbed the jar of cream from the medicine cabinet, rubbing a little on her hands. She pushed her lips to his.

"Yeah?"

"I should've let you do this, back then," she kissed him again.

She held him close, chasing his tongue, her hands under his shirt. His hands slip under her panties, giving her a nice squeeze back there, slipping his hands to her hips, breaking the kiss, leaving an anxious, questioning face, not wanting to stop.

"My parents will be home soon, Lu-Lu."

"Damn it!"

"I know."

"I want more," she whined.

"Same, but we got time, especially with Summer coming soon."

"How can you be so… nonchalant?"

"Well, we can't do anything about my parents coming home, it's not that I'm not upset. I want more, too, wanted to see how far we'd go."

"You're just saying that," she tried to pull away.

Charlie pulled her back to him.

"No, how far away are they?"

"Ah dunno… twenty minutes?"

"So you're making me leave now, we could've been doing… something, or do you really not want to?"

"Of course I do! We've exercised good restraint, I wasn't trying to be held back tonight. Even if we didn't have sex, I wanted to do a lot of… something."

"Then you're trying not to be seen with me. Tell the truth; you don't want your parents knowing we're together, because of our history."

"They already know we're dating."

"I don't believe you," she turned her head.

Charlie sighed, leaning down, kissing her neck. Lucy was about to scold him, her words falling to a moan, she braced herself on the sink, knees trying to buckle.

"You know that's my weak spot," she moaned.

"Fifteen minutes," he eased to his bedroom.

Lucy shut the door behind her, standing between his legs while he sat on the bed, started lifting her shirt off, he kissed her navel softly, kissing as far up as he could reach, pulling away, when he felt like he kissed past her bra, to see she took it off. He was about to ask, but her face gave him the answer. He squeezed and rubbed, they were bigger than he thought, her face asked for more, she sat facing him, he held one, taking the other in his mouth, he felt her heart racing, breath nervous. Lucy caught glimpse of his erection, resting her head on his. They both want more. The way his lips touch her flesh, she wants him lower. She lie there as the kisses get lower, just above her jeans, "pull them down," she screams in her head.

"Charlie… do you ever masturbate?"

"Um, I didn't honestly, that much, until we started dating, is that weird?"

"Why'd I make him stop," she thought, "Me too, I just… I want it, you make me so horny, fuck."

"Same."

"It just makes me so nervous."

"Same. I'm not sure if I would be good enough, or last long enough."

"It's not like there's a line of guys who's set some standards you need to meet. You're going to be my first."

"I'm just gonna say it; I wish we could do it, tonight."

Lucy's face went red, the words escaping her mouth, couldn't form anything coherent, Charlie smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"I know you're not ready yet, I can't deny that I've been ready."

Lucy sat up, crossing her legs, looking him in the eye, glancing at his erection, squeezing her eyes shut, "okay, I'm curious."

"Curious?"

"I've had fantasies, and I wanna know what you're working with," she reached for his zipper.

"You sure?"

"Yes," she pulled it out, "oh my."

Charlie started to speak, but her hand was wrapped and stroking, all he could do watch her stare intently, and stare at her chest.

"It's… well I certainly don't think I'd want something bigger."

Charlie moaned, laying back getting edged, getting closer. Lucy noticed how relaxed he was, smiling to herself about pleasing him.

"Should I stop?"

"Maybe… but I don't want you to. Do you want to?"

"I'm okay," she continued.

"I guess I'll owe you one… I'm right there."

The front door opened and shut.

"Shit, there's nothing to catch it," he looked around, "my parents just came in."

"Umm, you don't have a shirt laying around?"

"No… fuck… I can't.. I'm about to…"

Charlie pushed her head down, surprising her, Lucy's warm mouth engulfed him, he erupted, filling her mouth, grunting.

"Shit," he whispered loudly.

She jolted up, wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry, Lucy, I'm sorry, I panicked, it would've been all over my shirt," he jumped up, looking around, grabbing a cup, "here."

She looked at the cup and back to him.

"Please forgive me, I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry… fuck."

"Calm down, I'm not mad, surprised, but not mad, Charlie."

"Yeah but, I shouldn't have did it, it was an accident, please forgive me… did you…?"

"I promise I'm not mad, Babe. I did, and yes you do owe me one, now breathe, it's okay."

Charlie sat quietly on the bed while she put her bra and shirt back on.

"You going to walk me home?"

"Yeah."

They went downstairs, greeting his parents with some small talk before leaving. Charlie walked her to the door.

"I had fun tonight, Babe."

"Even though I uh…"

"Yes, even with that, I promise," she smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

They kissed just a bit too long.

"You owe me," she closed the door.


"Finally get laid tonight, bro?"

"No I didn't."

"Aww," she said with a smarmy smile, "still a virgin."

"Fuck outta here, Sally. I don't need your teasing."

"Oh please brother dear, why would I tease you for being the only virgin-"

Charlie slammed his fist on his desk, walked over to Sally in the doorway, glaring.

"Umm…?"

"Piss off," he growled, shoving her, slamming the door.