Okay so to my surprise I had a lot of reviews about this so I decided I would turn it into a 3 shot. I can't turn it into a fic because I have a dozen unfinished fics out already but anyways here's the second part.

Jude's POV…….

Tommy Quincy: the man I have wanted ever since the first time we made a song together; the man I want to marry; the man I want to have kids with; the man that makes me hot in places that are still technically against the law for him to even dream about making hot. How is it that I was innocent when I met him but now I am as much as a nympho as him?

The night we both gave into the sexual tension between us was my fault. I voluntarily walked out of the recording booth and sat down on his lap. He looked so sexy while was concentrating on fine tuning the music to my song. I had fought temptation for 2 and a half years and that night was the night that telling myself "no" just wasn't going to be enough.

Tommy Quincy blew my mind that night…three times. Ever since that night I have dreamt about doing so many sexual things to him it could be written in the Genus Book of World Records. No one had ever made me moan like he did. No guy had ever kissed me and made my knees get weak and have my panties soaking like he did. No one.

Who would have thought I would end up loosing my virginity at G Major? I didn't. Who would have thought that Tommy would turn me into such a feen that the word "six" or any other word that reminded me of sex would make me think about Tommy on top of me, in-between my legs, doing a fast rhythm inside of me. I never would have.

What made me realize that I was a borderline nympho was when I looked at him just once and wanted to get on top of him and straddle him while I let my hands wander and do things to him that could even get me locked up. He could just smile at me and show me those sexy white teeth of his and I would have to cross my legs and fight the immediate yearning I would get.

The night after I lost my virginity, well technically the same day since I lost it in the a.m. hours, somehow me and Tommy ended up alone in my house. My mom was MIA as always and Saidie was out with Kwest, as always. Tommy was supposed to just drop me off and go home. As always, Tommy never does what he's supposed to. This time, I'm happy he didn't.

The night really did start off innocently. We put in a DVD and sat on the couch, a few inches away from each other, and quietly watched the movie. It wasn't until 20 minutes in the movie did I realize Tommy's attention was no longer on the TV, but on my legs. I smiled to myself. Yes I know it is easy for a girl to distract Tommy but I felt good because it was me distracting him for once.

I didn't say anything about it. I just figured two could play at that; only I was more noticeable with my looks. I would turn my head and look at him, then smile and occasionally glance at his crouch then back at the TV. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him smile each time. Five minutes into our staring game he had managed to scoot less than two centimeters away from me and his arm was around my shoulders.

I had only lost my virginity 14 hours ago but my body already felt experienced. Maybe that's because we went three rounds. The scent of Tommy's cologne was driving me crazy and making it hard to breath. The way his fingertips were slightly and barely touching my skin made me have hot flashes. Three rounds of sex had got me yearning like this.

I guess he senses detected I was getting hot because he grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Naturally I turned to look at him with questioning in my eyes. I had the look but I knew exactly what he was thinking and exactly what he wanted to do. When he leaned forward and kissed me I got the butterflies in my stomach that I always got around him and my heart skipped a beat before speeding up.

It was only seconds before he was pushing forward, getting me to lie down. I opened my legs and let him position himself comfortably in-between them. The way his hands immediately went to the sides of my body and under my shirt told me he was feeling really frisky and it was only a matter of time before I would feel his stiffness.

Unfortunately I'm not an only child and God had made it his goal for Saidie to interrupt almost every moment I had with Tommy. My cell phone had rung, ruining the twirls and licks Tommy's tongue was doing to my neck and chest. I sighed as I reached for my phone and opened it. After two minutes of meaningless conversation with Saidie, Tommy's kisses on my neck making me lose concentration, I finally hung up with Saidie with not as much as a good-bye.

Despite Tommy's attempts, the phone call had ruined it for me. To this day I'll never forget the sad expression on his face when I told him I was going upstairs to take a bath. I told him to stay. Baths relaxed me and I know that I would get out of the tub and feel like having sex with him all night. He nodded his head and watched as I walked upstairs.

Upstairs, undressing to get in the tub surrounded by lit candles, full of hot water, I realized I hadn't brought anything to change into. If I was to walk out of this room in nothing I guarantee I wouldn't last two seconds on my feet because Tommy would have me pinned in some kinky position against the wall.

Not bothering to put back on my shirt or zipping up my jeans, I walked out into the hall and down the stairs in my bra. I saw Tommy had resumed the movie when I got to the front room. I also noticed how he x-rayed me when I walked past him, trying to reach my destination of the laundry room. When I returned to the front room I saw that Tommy had re-paused the movie and was leaning against the back of the couch. My walking slowed a little, trying to figure out what was on his mind, even though it was obvious.

My feet left the floor in seconds as Tommy picked me up and put me on his waist; his mouth consuming mine. His hands wandered up to my bra and he unclasped it, letting my breast fall freely against his shirt. He started walking forward, towards the stairs. At the same time he was taking off his shoes and I was trying to remove his shirt. Our articles of clothing hit the stairs and the railing.

By the time we had made it to the top of the stairs his fingers were in my panties and I had successfully unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Right then I was only concentrating on the hard motions his fingers were doing against my clit, getting me wetter and wetter. I moaned as he pushed me against the wall roughly and continued to work his magical fingers.

I leaned down and kissed him hard, telling him that he hadn't completely thrown me off. He had noticed my attempt to inform him and started walking towards the candlelit bathroom, still working me with his fingers, now going up and down. When we had reached the bathroom he kicked the door closed and threw me on the basin. I let a gasp slip. You would too if his fingers were inside of you.

When he had finally reached his goal of bringing me powerfully over the edge, he slowly removed his fingers from inside me. I reached down and tried to pull down his jeans but he stopped me and reached into his pocket. I was pissed that he had stopped me but when I noticed it was only to get protection I quickly got over it. He dropped his jeans himself and stepped out of them. Reaching forward, he grabbed my jeans and took them off of me and removed my soaking panties last.

He was about to put the condom on but I stopped him. I smiled at his look of confusion before jumping off of the basin and pushing him back to the toilet. He sat down and I got on my knees grasped him before I took him all in my mouth. He wasn't the only one who had foreplay tricks. Now it was time for him to moan for me.

I felt Tommy immediately tense up and I knew he had thrown his head back. Now was my turn to twirl my tongue on him and make him crazy. And I did just that. I moved my head up and down and breathed hot air onto him. I heard him groan and his hands went to my head. He played with my hair as I continued to lick him. I heard him jerk and exhale loudly before he motioned for me to stop. I looked at him breathing quickly and smiled to myself. I had done that. I had almost made Tommy lose himself.

He saw me smiling and bit his bottom lip as he picked me up and threw me back on the basin. Obviously he didn't like being messed with. That was okay with me. For some reason I liked it when he was rough with me. Before I knew it, he had the condom on and was separating my legs. I knew from the darkness in his eyes that he was really zoning and was ready to do this. I braced myself a split second before he thrusted into me. I exhaled loudly then called out his name.

When I had started pushing my hips forward, matching his hard rhythm, I noticed his breathing get faster and knew he liked that. He grabbed hold of the basin and started pressing deeper and harder inside of me. I grabbed onto him and tried to control the screams I wanted to let out. After a few minutes I was panting his name each time he pushed deep inside of me. My nails raked his back as I climaxed. I heard him groan and stop, trying to catch himself.

I pushed him back a little and led him to the toilet yet again, this time sitting on top of him. Now, I thought, it was time to show him what I can do. To my disappointment he didn't give me the chance. Instead he stood up and looked at the bathtub, then back at me. I smiled and knew where he was going. I got in first, the hot water feeling good on my body. Tommy got in and automatically spread my legs wide. The sensation of warm water filling my center and Tommy's erection had hit me at the same time and I moaned in pleasure.

Tommy wasted no time in picking up a quick deep pace of pounding in and out of me. The heat from our bodies, mixed with the candle heat and steam from the water was getting both of our temperatures up. I could feel his quick heartbeat as he continue to move deeply in and out of me. I loved that feeling of pain and pleasure he gave me; the friction that he always built up. Our breathing got heavier and heavier as our bodies kept coming forth together.

I heard Tommy moan and then exhale before speeding up his movements. He grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub and connected his mouth to my neck. I jerked and let out a cry of pleasure. He was sucking on my spot; the spot that made me tingle and made my heart speed up to a thousand beats per minute. I bit my bottom lip and begin to pant, my breath got less and less as Tommy's movements got faster and deeper inside of me.

Tommy's pants got louder and louder as he continued to go deep, reaching new areas inside of me. My thoughts become less and less lucid as he continued to work my center. Then I felt it. My toes involuntarily curled and my body arched upwards. My left hand came out of the water and gripped the edge of the tub tightly as my right hand also came up and flew to the wall, gripping the tile as my orgasm shot through my body. I momentarily blacked out, Tommy was still moving. When I opened my eyes all I saw was white light.

Tommy had stopped and flipped us over. Water overflowed and went over the edge of the tub. I was still coming down from my climax so when I was top of Tommy I couldn't move. I knew he got the picture because he grabbed my waist and began to thrust himself in and out of me on his own. The water, now only warm, splashed in between our lower areas. I was still lightheaded from my orgasm but felt another one coming on.

Tommy wasn't going at a civilized speed. It was more like an unnatural speed. He was pumping in me so fast that I had to lean down and grab onto the back wall. Our breaths were short because of the lack of cool air. By now I was breathless from screaming his name. When I orgasmed the second time I screamed so loud it echoed off the walls for a few seconds. That time the blackout lasted longer. I didn't even try to open my eyes. Tommy sort of yelled before pushing deep inside of me.

He fell still for a while, his heartbeat still racing. I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling Tommy's throbbing erection that had barely went down any. This man could actually stay hard even after 45 minutes of mind-blowing, and yes it was mind-blowing, sex. That wasn't the only surprising part. What surprised me was the fact that I, myself, was still aroused. I was tired and needed to rest but if he was up for another round I defiantly wouldn't turn him down.

I think that was the day I turned into a nymphomaniac. Now whenever Tommy touches me the hair on my arms and neck stands up and my heart skips a beat and heat immediately begins to stir up in between my legs. He knows what he's done to me. That was his intention; to make me much of a feen for sex as him. So now as I sit here cross legged from what I just remembered, I look at him. He seems a little uneasy himself. Knowing him he's thinking about sex also. How do I know? Because that's what a true nympho always thinks about…when they're not actually having it….

So there is the second chapter. Please tell me what you think!