Chapter 9 ---

Ryan stood nervously in the hallway outside Marissa's door. He wondered if he shouldn't have gone home first and showered and changed but he'd sensed that Molly seemed to think that he should come straight away and in truth he couldn't wait to see Marissa. Hopefully she'd be as eager to see him as he was to see her.

But he was scared that she would push him away again so he didn't want to get his hopes up.

But Molly had said that it wasn't all one-sided … so that had to be good.

He knew that there was no point in standing there talking to himself and so he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

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Ever since Molly had left for work at the gym, Marissa had been restless. Even more restless than usual. It didn't seem to matter what she did, everything reminded her of Ryan. She couldn't get him out of her mind.

She'd thought yesterday morning that she'd made the right decision. That Ryan would be the one. And that was why she'd resorted to trying to glean as much information as possible from the books – because she didn't think that she could do it with anyone else but him and she wanted to be as prepared as she could be for when the time came.

But then Molly had come home and after Marissa had told her about everything that had happened, Molly had just reiterated that she didn't think that Marissa was ready for someone like Ryan. That she would only be setting herself up for a fall.

And so Marissa had tried to put him out of her mind. But it seemed that wasn't possible for her. Of course, she knew that it didn't help that she was wearing his t-shirt again. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted to feel close to him and this would probably be as close as she would ever get.

She'd tried to lose her self in a movie on the television but of course it was a romance that only served to make her think about him even more.

Having turned off the television she'd was now curled up on the couch trying to read but she couldn't concentrate. She'd picked a murder mystery out, knowing that anything light wouldn't do because her mind would just stray back to Ryan again. But it didn't seem to matter. She'd read the same page about 10 times and all she could think of was him.

She was just beginning to think that she needed more ice cream – they'd eaten everything they had last night. But if she were to go to the store for more then she'd have to get changed … and that meant taking off Ryan's shirt … and she didn't want to do that, when she heard the knock at the door.

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Marissa opened the door and was completely dumbfounded.

"Hey." Ryan said, trying to gauge whether the look on her face was one of pleasure at seeing him or not. But in truth, it seemed that she was just in shock.

"You're at my door." Marissa said wondering for a moment if this was real or whether she had conjured him up in her mind because she had been thinking about him so much. Maybe he was just a figment of her imagination.

"Yeah. I hope that's all right?" he asked nervously, still not sure if she was actually happy to see him or not.

"Um. Yeah." Marissa said and then came to her senses as she watched a couple of girls walk passed down the corridor who were obviously very interested in what was going on between them. "Do you want to come in?" she asked standing to one side and holding the door further ajar.

"Is that okay?" he asked. He didn't want to do anything that would have her running for cover again. But then he realised that she was already home – she had no where to run.

"Sure." She said and then as he made his way into the small lounge room and she closed the door behind him, she looked down and realised that she was wearing his t-shirt and she started to blush. "I … um … I … ah … did you want your t-shirt back?" she asked embarrassed. What would he think of her? He'd lent it to her 2 days ago to get her out of a jam and here she was still wearing it.

Ryan watched as her cheeks reddened. And his weren't doing much better. He could just imagine saying yes and having her strip on the spot for him. Ever since he'd gotten a glimpse of her perfect breasts on Saturday night, he'd been able to think of little else than the possibility of finding an opportunity for another look. But he knew that they had to take this slowly. "No. Keep it. It looks much better on you." He said.

She flushed even redder at his compliment. "Thanks. It's just comfortable." She offered up as explanation.

Ryan nodded looking around and wondering what 'the problem' was that she needed help with.

"Um. If you're not here for your shirt … then what are you doing here? And how did you even know where I live?" Marissa asked perplexed.

"Molly told me." Ryan explained.

Marissa was surprised. Molly had been quite definite last night that Marissa should stay well away from Ryan. Why would she give him her address?

"And she told me, to tell you, that she'd changed her mind and she thought that I was the right person to help you with what ever it is that you need help with?"

Marissa was now even more surprised. "So she didn't actually tell what that was?" Marissa asked.

"No. But Marissa I don't care. Whatever it is … I'm in. If it means that you will finally be free to go out with me then I'll do anything. Just ask it." Ryan said.

Marissa could barely believe her ears. Was this really happening?

"Molly really thought that you were the right person for the job?" Marissa asked and she could feel the tingles starting in her body at the thought that she could finally be with him.

Ryan nodded. "That's what she said. So what is it that you need me to do?"

Marissa took a step towards him and Ryan wondered if he should step back but he was already up against a counter. He was trying to read the look in her eye but he'd never seen her look at him like that before. He knew that his breathing was becoming laboured but her proximity and the silence between them was making the atmosphere between them charged. He couldn't bring himself to look away.

She looked at him again and knew that this was the opportunity that she'd been waiting for …. Plus the fact was … she wanted him in every way. The feeling was new to her but undeniable. But she had to do this quickly before she chickened out and so she closed the remaining gap between them in a rush and brought her lips to his.

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As their lips met, Ryan was filled with a completely foreign sensation. There was a joy that permeated his entire body that he'd never felt before and yet he still had no idea why this was happening. This wasn't at all what he'd expected. He returned the kiss sweetly but as she moved to deepen it, he hesitated and pulled back. "Wh … What's going on?"

Marissa wondered for a moment if she'd misread his interest. Perhaps he didn't want this? Maybe he didn't want her like that? "Don't …" she hung her head not wanting to let him see just what it would do to her if he rejected her. "Don't you want to?" she asked.

Ryan laughed incredulously and raised his hand to her chin to gently tilt her head so that he could look into her eyes as her reassured her. "Of course I want to. I've wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Marissa laughed. Knowing that he wanted her was the best feeling in the world. "Then why don't you just shut up and kiss me?"

Ryan didn't need to be asked twice. Smiling at her, he gently moved his hand to the side of her face and Marissa melted. It was the softest of caresses and told her without words that he thought that she was special. But this time when she looked in to his eyes they had deepened and the controlled lust was evident there as his lips found hers again.

Their tongues danced together as they tasted each other. Twisting and twirling, their tongues exploring, his lips on hers, sucking, yielding, plundering … neither could get enough … The passion flaring between them as they discovered a mutual need.

They stayed in the same place not wanting to break the spell for several minutes but soon the joining of their mouths was not enough. Ryan had pulled Marissa into his arms and his hands had begun their own exploration. She felt perfect to him in every way.

Marissa could feel herself going week at the knees and slowly moved towards the couch, pulling Ryan with her until they collapsed down onto it while their lips parted for barely a moment and then they were back fused together once again. The exploration continued. Their mouths connected, their hands roaming free, discovering places, awakening feelings.

Marissa wasn't sure how it happened, but she was now on her back with Ryan nestled in the cradle of her hips and nothing had ever felt so right. She could feel his arousal pressing against her and she felt her hips give an involuntary buck as she welcomed the feelings that he was evoking.

Ryan took her reaction as a silent invitation and moved his hand to the hem of the shirt that she was wearing and ran his hand up underneath the shirt finally coming in contact with her bare skin and he couldn't help but give off an involuntary shudder. Her skin was so soft. He knew that he could drown in her. He moved to push the shirt even higher wanting to feel her perfect breasts that he had been dreaming about since Saturday night when Marissa placed her hand on his … stilling its progress and Ryan was instantly mortified that he had somehow over stepped some boundary and spoilt things.

He dropped his face to her shoulder and was silently berating himself for going too far too fast until he head Marissa say to him. "I think perhaps that we should move this to my bedroom. We'll be more comfortable plus … Molly will be home in a while and I don't fancy an audience."

Ryan pulled back to look in to her face. He was scared that he was dreaming all this. When he'd confirmed that it was really happening he stood up and before she could move to join him, he picked her up off the couch and looking at the open door ways in front of him he asked "Which one?"

"The one on the right," Marissa replied coyly.

Ryan placed her gently on the bed and then quickly locked the door before joining her back on the bed. His hand almost instantly went back where it had left off inside her shirt, this time gently cupping her breast and as he softly kneaded it his lips found hers yet again.

Marissa couldn't believe the feelings that where washing over her body. She may have known Ryan only a week but it seemed like she had been waiting for this her whole life. She wanted to be closer to him. Breaking contact with his mouth for a moment, her breaths coming in large gasps, she asked. "Are you sure that you don't want your t-shirt back?"

Ryan smiled in response. "Maybe I have changed my mind about that. But I'll make you a deal. If you give it to me right now, just for a while, then I promise you can keep it."

"That sounds like a fair deal." she said as she started to remove it and with Ryan's assistance it was off and thrown on the floor within moments. Ryan gazed at her. She was perfect. He moved his mouth to one nipple wanting to taste and suckle it while using his hand on the other. Then he changed sides, not rushing things but taking his time bringing them to their ultimate sensitivity. They were everything that he had been dreaming of and as he continued with his attentions, Marissa could feel the direct connection between them and the intense sensations threatening to peak between her legs. This was all so new to her. And yet it seemed all so right.

She gulped as she realised that she wanted to feel more of him … see more of him and so she moved her hands to the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it off. Ryan hesitated for a moment as he realised what she was doing and quickly pulled the offending shirt off and then he moved on top of her, gliding his chest over hers. The delicious friction sending off even more sparks between them.

Their lips reconnected and Marissa gave herself up to the delicious feelings that were taking over her body. She was like putty in his hands.

Ryan was grinding his hardness into her and she was sure that she could see stars. She was trying to remember what she'd read in the books yesterday but nothing had prepared her for this. Her hips bucked upwards as her body's natural response took over, wanting to connect with him.

Ryan smiled as he felt her movement. He rolled to one side and as his mouth continued to plunder her sweetness; his hand reacquainted itself with her breast.

After several minutes, Ryan's lips then left her mouth and moved down her neck, stopping at the pulse points for extra attention and then moving lower; over her collar bones, moving from side to side, not wanting any portion of her to feel left out. The breasts called for extra attention and then once he had them is a state of peak excitement, he moved lower still. When he got to the top of her pyjama pants he hesitated for a moment waiting for any sign from her and when none came, he gently pulled them off; the thong that she'd been wearing going with them to join the heap of discarded clothing now on the floor. Marissa knew that she should be embarrassed but her body was the master and it had given itself to Ryan completely.

Marissa was totally naked. She was amazed that she wasn't nervous. Ryan glanced up at her and the look in Ryan's eyes removed any doubt she had left. He wanted her. She wanted him. This was right.

She lifted her hips to him, subconsciously opening her legs wider and Ryan took the invitation that she offered bending his head to willingly taste her. She was everything that he'd ever hoped for and he intended to take his time bringing her to the point of no return and beyond.

Marissa writhed on the bed clutching at the sheets. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. No one had ever done this to her before and she had always thought that she'd be way too embarrassed to ever let them.

But somehow or other Ryan had changed all that. She knew that her hips were bucking, and her legs were trembling at the new sensations that were flooding her body. She had lost all control, and yet still Ryan's head remained between her legs, his fingers inside her, his tongue eliciting the most delicious responses from every nerve in her body, that were all concentrated on the spot where he was administrating his attentions until she went past a point where her brain ceased to function as her body spasmed and the fire works erupted. She collapsed on to the pillow panting as the waves of pleasure washed over her and it was several minutes before she regained the power of speech.

Ryan pulled him self up to lie on the pillow beside her, watching her as she came back down to earth. He felt slightly amused by the quickness of her arousal but above all he was pleased that she'd felt relaxed enough to really enjoy the ride. He knew from experience that often the first time with a new partner proved too overwhelming, that sometimes a girl became overly uptight about what she was doing and how she looked to really enjoy oral but Marissa was a natural. He loved the way she had given herself over to the feelings so completely.

Marissa looked over at him, the smile still on her face. She knew that was only the appetiser … the main event was still to come. "I think that you are a little over dressed." She said indicating Ryan still in his sweat pants.

"I think that I can fix that." Ryan said quickly removing the offending garments glad to finally be rid of them.

Marissa glanced down between his legs and was stunned. She was sure that it was twice the size of Spencer's. Okay, maybe twice as large was an exaggeration but he was hard, so very hard and he was certainly much thicker than Spencer had been. She swallowed with nerves. His dick rose in a perfect line towards the faint sprinkling of down that crept towards his belly button and it looked vaguely threatening to her with its very maleness. She felt herself staring at it and wondering how she was ever going to fit that inside her? She started to have some misgivings and yet she knew that this time she had to go through with it. There would never be a better opportunity. And after what he just did to her, she owed it to him. Plus from what just happened it was obvious that Ryan would know exactly what he was doing. And he'd be patient with her. She trusted him. He would make it right.

She moved slightly towards him but wanting him to take the lead. She had no idea how this should go.

Ryan wanted her so badly. He was glad that she'd suggested him taking off his clothes because he'd been scared that he might actually come in his pants he was so turned on by the way Marissa had reacted to his tongue, giving herself up to him so completely. He smiled to himself. It certainly appeared that Marissa wasn't the only one who was getting into the zone a little too quickly. He willed himself to be calm by taking several deep breaths because he had no intention of suffering the all too embarrassing fate of a surprise premature ejaculation, which thankfully hadn't happened since watching porn in early puberty. It was not going to happen again!

He took her back into his arms, their mouths colliding as their tongues got reacquainted. He tasted different but then Marissa realised that what she could taste was herself and it was a strange realisation. One that she wasn't sure what to do with.

But she didn't have long to contemplate it as Ryan moved his hand lower over her body pulling her closely to him and leaving a trail of excitement until he reached his intended destination and slipped a finger in to check if she was ready to go again.

Marissa was surprised that her body was so willingly allowing him to do what ever he wanted. She felt that she was merely an interested bystander in this little game. She had no control. And yet somewhere through the delicious feelings she heard herself ask. "Do you have … something?"

Ryan nodded and quickly removed a condom from his wallet and handed it to her. "Do you want to do the honours?"

Marissa was surprised. She was positive that at any other time in her life she would have said no and run away. But this was Ryan. He was the man of her fantasies. And she wanted to know him. All of him. In every way.

But then she realised that if she tried to do it, she would probably fumble and Ryan might realise just what a novice she was at all this and so she said. "Thanks. But I like to watch" as saucily as she could, hoping that her naivety wasn't too obvious.

Ryan smiled. She really was a little minx. He quickly sheathed himself and then moved on top of her. She knew that this was it. It was finally going to happen. She could feel Ryan's hips settle into the cradle offered by her own and his dick was poised to enter her. He was teasing her, the tip of his dick just edging closer and closer, stretching her ever so gently as he held himself in check as his tongue plundered her mouth yet again, mimicking with his tongue in her mouth, the invasion that his dick was about to duplicate inside her.

Marissa was dying with the expectation. She knew it was huge. She knew it was going to hurt. But she just wanted it to be over.

Ryan knew that he couldn't wait much longer and yet as he positioned himself to plunge into her he sensed some hesitation in Marissa. The responsive woman had gone and she seemed to have been replaced by a submissive one. He pulled back ever so slightly wanting to see the look in her eyes and wondering what had happened and he was stunned to see a grimace on her face as if she was in pain.

He instantly stopped what he had been about to do and said. "What is it? What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" as he went to move off her, only to have Marissa pull him back to his previous position.

"Please. Just do it." She pleaded.

He looked at her again and could see the tears forming in her eyes. "What do you mean 'just do it' … I don't understand. Am I hurting you?" he asked again. He knew from previous experience that he was well endowed. But most girls as long as they were ready, and he took it slowly, seemed to like that.

Marissa bucked her hips trying to get him to proceed with what he had been about to do. How could her treacherous body have let her down at this point? "Not yet." She whispered softly, not wanting to talk about it.

"What do you mean? Do you expect me to? I would never hurt you." He reassured her. "If you're not ready for this then just say. I know that I probably seem like I'm in a bit of a rush but that's just the sort of effect you have on me. I just want you so much. But we can take our time. We can go at whatever pace you want."

Marissa felt terrible. Now he was questioning himself when it was all her fault. She couldn't let him do that. "Please just go ahead. I know that it hurts."

Ryan stopped completely and moved off her. "What do you mean it hurts? It shouldn't hurt. Not if you're ready."

"I'm ready. Okay. But it is going to hurt and there's nothing that you can do about it."

"I don't understand." Ryan said.

Marissa looked at him, her look pleading for understanding. "It always hurts the first time. They say it does." She said shyly, embarrassed that they were even having this conversation. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

Ryan was stunned. "You mean …. you're a virgin?" he asked as the reality set in.

Marissa nodded. "I know … I'm some sort of freak aren't I?" she said hanging her head and not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. "That's the problem I've got that I want help with." She explained and laughed nervously waiting for his reaction.

Ryan took a moment to collect his senses, many of which where still concentrated in the enormous hard on that this news had still failed to lessen. It seemed that certain parts of him were definitely not interested in this new and interesting fact. "But how? I mean you're so goddam hot. Have you been locked in a convent or something?" he asked trying to lighten the mood.

Marissa looked at him and she felt her heart melt. He was trying to make fun of it. But not fun of her. "No. Would you believe that I've just never found the right guy?" she said timidly and then looked at him and continued. "And I have been trying to get rid of it. I even made a New Year's resolution to be rid of it before my birthday. I'm sick of being the last living virgin on campus. Who would want anything to do with a freak like me? I knew that you were way out of my league and that's why …"

She was cut off by Ryan's lips as he kissed her passionately. "You are not out of my league. In fact if anything, I feel that I will never be able to be worthy of you."

"You say that and yet you won't help. Why wouldn't you just finish off what you were doing and then it would have been all over?"

"I assure you that I intend to ... but not because you are looking to lose your virginity to just anyone. I want to make love to you … more than anything in this world right now. But when it happens I want you to be making love to me not just having sex to get rid of some perceived problem that you've got. You've held on to it all this time for a reason. And you're not going to throw it away now."

"So what are you saying?" Marissa asked.

"I'm saying that I definitely want to. But just not yet. I don't want to just be the guy that fixed you 'problem'. I want it to mean more to you than that."

"But I want to do it and I want it to be with you." Marissa said.

"If you really feel that way then it won't hurt us to wait a while. Maybe go on a date or two?" Ryan suggested.

"Can we do it before my Birthday?" Marissa asked.

"When's your birthday?"

"June 3rd." Marissa thought for a moment. "Sunday week, so 13 days away."

Ryan smiled. "Well we might have to fit a bit into the next 13 days but I think that it's a distinct possibility." He sat up on the side of the bed. "But for right now, would you mind if I had a shower? I think that a cold one might just come in handy about now he said looking down at his still engorged dick. His brain may have accepted that it wasn't happening tonight but the message certainly hadn't reached all parts of his body.

"Sure." Marissa said as she watched a very naked Ryan leave the room. The next couple of weeks were certainly going to be interesting.