Okay people. Chapter four is here. And this is where the M for Mature comes into play. I kept it toned down. But, it is highly sexual in nature, and if that offends you, you have now been warned. I can go harder than this, I don't know if that is what my audience wants, since I have only recieved on review so far for it. If you like this, let me know. If you think I am a zoom maxie dweeb pervert, let me know.

Don't own, Don't sue.

On with the show.


John

She was so soft; soft skin, softly scented, soft hair, soft bed. Completely the opposite of me. Hard life, hard skin, hard, well, we will just say I was hard. I wanted to just tear her clothing from her and bury myself in her. But that would not happen. Not this time. There I go again, thinking that there will be another time.

No, I was going to take it slowly with her. I leaned up on an elbow and started to unbutton her blouse. She reached up to speed up my process, but I lightly slapped her hands away, nodding 'no no' to her. She laid back and shyly looked up at me thru that fluff of hair in her eyes.

I pulled the blouse apart to find a lacy little bra. I just knew that she had picked it out just for me. Light and soft pink. Sheer fabric doing very little to hide her from my eyes. I bent my head down to kiss the swell of her breasts. Claire pushed the shirt I was wearing from my shoulders, then tugged the tee shirt underneath up. I ducked my head so that she could pull it off, and she ran her hands over me. If this was all I was to have of her, it just might have been enough. But luckily for me, it wasn't.

Claire

Is this really the same John Bender from the library this morning? Caring , sensual, sexy? Well, sexy I already knew about, but this was someone altogether different. He made my heart skip a beat. And the way he was touching me, I can only begin to tell you.

He ran his hands over me, hot kisses following. He unsnapped my bra with a deftness I really didn't want to think about. Soon, he unbuttoned my Calvin's, and I raised my hips to help him ease them off. He had seen my panties before, that day as a matter of record, but he still gasped when he had me down to nothing but the panties.

I reached over to my bedside table to turn the light off, I admit a teensy bit of shyness, and he stopped me. He was always stopping me.

"Don't. I want to see you." He told me, his eyes earnest.

"Ok." Was all I could reply. He slipped the panties down my hips and tossed them to the floor. He stayed, kneeling down between my legs, and dipped his head down to me. I thought I was going to stop breathing when his mouth touched me. My breath hitched, and I could feel him smile. Suddenly I wasn't so put off by his past experience in this area. I touched his head, playing with his hair. He was making me feel so incredibly good. I don't know what he was doing, but it was working. The sensations rippling thru me kept growing and intensifying. I couldn't breath, and a shudder ripped thru me. Wow.

John

Oh my god. Is this really happening? I ask myself as I feel a the shudder of climax rip thru Claire's body. All because of Me. HA! I stand up an tear the rest of the clothing from my body before I lay next to a still shocked Claire on the bed. I cradled her in my arms for a moment before I slid over her again. I parted her gently. She's so wet. I grabbed a condom from my jeans before I discarded them, and tore it open. I paused to put it on when she sat up and took it from me.

"I want to do it. May I?" She asked.

"By all means." I choked out. She took me in her small, soft hands and placed the condom on the tip - she had been paying attention in health class - and gently rolled it on down. She smiled and leaned forward, giving me a kiss. I leaned her back and braced myself above her.

"This may hurt a bit, Princess. Just relax, and I'll try to make it better for you." I told her before I entered her. I moved, and elicited a sharp hiss from her lips. I stilled to allow her to get used to me, kissing her face.

"Who are you?" She asked. I looked at her in question.

Claire

"Who are you?" I asked him. He looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him and moved beneath him, urging him on. This was not the man that had taunted me that morning. He was so much more, and I never would have gotten the chance to be with him if it had not been for the days events.

I moved with him, just following my instincts. He kissed me gently; nibbling on my lower lip, his mouth wrapping around a nipple, grazing on my neck, his eyes closed in concentration. His breathing grew rapid, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring us even closer together. I felt that same sensation coming upon me, that tingling, lightheaded feeling wash over me, and then he cried out my name, and collapsed to my side.

He kissed me before he padded off to my bathroom. I enjoyed watching his delectable bare back. Upon his return, he laid next to me, just looking at me. Making me extremely self conscious.

"You are so amazing, Princess." He told me very seriously.

He stopped calling me Cherry. I guess John figured Cherry wasn't appropriate anymore. I laughed.

"You going to run and tell all your friends on Monday?" he asked. I couldn't tell if he was joking with me.

"No. Are you?" I asked.

"I just nailed the Prom queen. What do you think?" He stated seriously. Looking into his eyes, I could see the hidden laughter in them. I smacked him on the chest.

"Pig!"

"Yeah, that's the Claire I love." He smiled, rolling me into a hug. He pulled the sheets and comforter up around us and held me as we tried to drift to sleep.


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