Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Glad you liked it. This chapter is the "Maureen and Roger's First Time" confession. I haven't written anything like this before, so feel free to let me know exactly what you think of this chapter.

Warning: This chapter details sex, not too graphic, I don't think, but be warned. If it offends you, feel free to skip this chapter. Enjoy!


Maureen knocked on the door, hoping he was home. He opened the door a minute later.

"Mo? What's wrong?"

"My parents."

"Come in," he said, instantly stepping aside.

She glanced around the living room. "No parents?"

"Mom's workin' the night shift and Dad's on another business trip."

Maureen nodded and sat down on the couch. Roger sat beside her. "Wanna talk about it?"

"They just—they don't understand anything."

"Come on, Mo, I'm sure it'll blow over just like it always was. Whatever happened, babe, it'll be okay."

She shook her head, tears in her eyes now.

"What? What happened?"

"They want me to break up with you."

Roger froze. Maureen put a hand on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her.

"I'm not doing that, Rog. I'm not. I just, I didn't know where else to go. I'm not breaking up with you. I can't."

She was crying now. Roger put his arms around her, hugging her tightly. He kissed the top of her head.

"Any particular reason?"

"Because I love you."

Roger smiled. "I love you too, baby. But I meant is there any particular reason why they want us to break up?"

"Oh. Um…I don't know…I wasn't really listening. Something about you being a bad influence. They said they wanted me to stop seeing you and I stopped paying attention."

"Why?"

"Because no reason they gave was gonna be good enough. They don't like you."

"Apparently."

"They don't like you because you make me happy and you're not something they can control."

Maureen pulled away from his chest and leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss, letting her deepen it as she pressed against him. She swung a leg over to straddle him and moved her lips to his neck. Roger moaned as she kissed and licked at his neck and collarbone. She could feel him growing harder with each kiss.

"Maureen…"

"Let's go up to your room," she whispered in his ear.

Roger kissed her again and she scrambled off his lap. Maureen grabbed his hand and started down the hall. He stopped halfway to his room.

"Mo, wait."

"What? What's wrong?"

"What are we doing?"

"Going down the hall to your bedroom."

"Yeah, but to do what?"

"Come on, baby, don't you like this?" she asked, kissing his neck.

Roger groaned and tried to read the expression in her eyes.

"Come on," she said, pecking his lips before continuing on to the bedroom.

He stumbled behind her, half-hoping he knew where this was going, half-afraid he knew where it was going. Maureen let go of his hand when they go to his bedroom and sat down on the bed. She'd been there before. They made out there on more than a few occasions, but this was different. This was the first time they'd been alone in the house. And the first time that Maureen had been the one to suggest they move to the bedroom.

Roger sat beside her, hesitating. She kissed him harder than before. He leaned down, pulling her on top of him. Maureen started to slide her hands down his chest. Moaning into her mouth, Roger reached a hand down to slip up her shirt and caressed her breasts through her bra.

Before Roger quite knew what was happening, she pulled away and took her shirt off. She grabbed his shirt and tugged it up over his head. This was different. This was the first time Maureen had taken charge, that she'd been the one pushing the envelope. She kissed him again as she leaned down over him.

"Roger," she whispered, kissing up his neck to his ear.

"Mmm…God, Maureen, I want you so much…"

She let one hand drift down between them and stroked him through his jeans. "I can tell," she whispered.

Roger moaned, trying to keep something close to a clear head. Fuck, though…that was her mouth slipping down his chest, kissing and licking and sucking, and all the while her hand rubbing him through the rough denim of his jeans.

It was the first time they'd even gone this far. Hell, at seventeen, Roger was glad they'd done anything. Maureen kissed her way down his toned chest and abs, smiling when he gasped as her mouth traveled down to the waistband of his jeans. She glanced up at him and smiled before starting to undo his jeans.

"Wait," he panted.

Maureen sat up, face flushed. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Roger smiled, shaking his head. "Not at all. I just…Is this because you're mad at your parents?"

"What?"

"Is this because you're mad at them? I mean, if we're gonna do this, I don't want it to be because you're pissed."

"Roger, if we were gonna have 'Maureen's pissed at her parents' sex, we'd have done it months ago."

"This really what you want then?"

Maureen smiled and nodded. "I'm not….this isn't because I'm mad. I love you and I want you. All of you. And I want to give you all of me…God, that sounded like one of those really bad romance flicks, didn't it?"

Roger smiled. "Little. But I know what you mean."

"And?"

Roger pulled her down onto the bed with him. "You even have to ask that? I love you and I want you and you're driving me insane."

Maureen giggled. Roger rolled over so he was on top of her and straddled her hips. He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Hang on a second."

"What?" she asked.

"Condoms," he said, leaping off the bed and rummaging through his dresser.

Maureen raised an eyebrow.

"My dad," he explained. "He figured I'd be having sex by now and thought he'd do me a favor."

"Remind me to thank him," she laughed as he came back to the bed.

Maureen got up on her knees and kissed his neck, her hands fumbling with his fly. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, peeling it away. She moaned as his hands roamed over her bare breasts.

Roger felt Maureen tug down his jeans and he broke away to kick them off. She lay back on the bed and watched Roger slip out of his boxers.

Maureen reached for his hand and took the condom package from him. She ripped it open and, slightly shaking, slipped it on for him. Roger bit his lip, praying that he'd be able to be more than a 'minute man' like some of the other guys at school were known to be.

Maureen snaked one arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. She leaned back again, this time Roger leaning over her. Her pants were still on and Roger reached for the button on her jeans. She wriggled out of them easily. Her breath caught in her throat when Roger touched her hip and the waistband of her panties. He trailed his hand up her stomach to curl around her side as he kissed her.

"Baby, we don't have to do this."

"I want to."

Roger smiled. "Okay."

"Okay? I finally say 'let's have sex' and your response is 'okay'?" she teased.

Roger laughed. "Well what I meant was," he leaned backwards to shout, "hallelujah! Thank God! I'm the luckiest man alive!"

Maureen laughed and pulled him into another kiss.

"I do love you, you know," he said as he kissed her neck. "I mean, even aside from sex, I love you. And I meant what I said."

"Aw, baby, I love you too."

Roger hooked his thumbs into her panties and slipped them off, letting them land somewhere on the floor as his hands landed on her thighs. Maureen moaned and kissed Roger. She pressed closer against him.

"You really sure about this?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Are you?"

"Completely."

He kissed her again as he started to ease into her. When he broke off the kiss, he saw tears in her eyes and froze.

"I'm sorry! Shit, did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop? Are you okay?"

"Roger, shut up," she said, a slight laugh in her whisper. "It just hurts."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no. Just give me a minute, okay?"

Roger nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, then each cheek. A stray tear fell from one closed eye and he kissed it too. He tried to catch his breath and caressed her breasts, her stomach. Maureen nodded and opened her eyes.

"Okay, Rog."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm."

"I'll stop if you want," he said. I think I may die if you actually make me stop now, but I'll do it if that's what you want, Roger thought.

"I want you to go ahead, babe. Doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Roger shifted his hips forward, sliding further into her. She bit her lip and he hesitated.

"Baby, I'm okay. I'm not gonna break," she whispered in his ear, sucking his earlobe into her mouth.

Roger turned his head to capture her lips with his. "I just don't want—I want you to enjoy it too."

"I'd be having a great time if you'd stop talking," she teased.

Maureen moaned as he pushed forward, no longer hesitating. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she leaned up to kiss his neck, his collarbone, that spot behind his ear that she knew drove him crazy.

Roger moaned. He pumped his hips back and forth, speeding up when Maureen moaned with him. They were both panting now. His head dipped down to kiss her. A minute later, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Maureen? Maureen….I'm…I'm, oh fuck, I'm—"

Maureen's legs hooked around his back, pulling him even further in. "It's okay, baby. Come on."

He moaned and moved faster. In an instant, he felt himself come in the condom and was surprised to hear Maureen moan as he did. Lying beside her, Roger slid slowly out of her and got up to toss the condom into the garbage can beside his desk. He crawled under the blankets again and pulled Maureen into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm…great," she said with a happy sigh. She kissed his chest and then laid her head on it.

"Can, um, can I ask you something?"

"Anything," she murmured.

"Was I, um, fuck…was-was I good?"

"What?"

Roger blushed. "You know…I mean, did I do okay or whatever?"

"Baby, it was my first time too but, personally, I'd say you were fantastic."

His blush deepened. "Yeah, well, it takes two."

Maureen laughed and tilted her head up to give him a quick peck. She yawned. "Didn't realize how sleepy I'd be…"

"Me either," Roger yawned.

"Let's just lay here like this all night," she said as she closed her eyes.

"Forever," Roger whispered. He kissed her the top of her head and closed his eyes.