Chapter 10

Marissa lay in bed for a few minutes after Ryan had left for the bathroom and she couldn't help but smile. Her body was still in some strange lethargic state that she wasn't used to and sure they hadn't done the deed, but Ryan had said that he would do it. 'It' would happen. And he was in her shower. He knew that she was a virgin and he hadn't run away. He also hadn't just gone ahead and fucked her like a lot of guys would have in the same situation. In fact, he'd been more than gallant and said that they were going to spend a lot of time together. Get to know one another. She felt so happy. She couldn't wait.

She listened to the sound of the shower curtain being pulled across and she knew that Ryan must now be under the cold water and she felt bad for the state that she'd left him in. Right now he was probably sorting out his own 'problem', one that she'd caused and one thing she knew for sure … she wanted to help him. She wasn't exactly sure how she could best do that … but she figured that maybe he'd be able to tell her and so she made her way to the bathroom and peaked around the shower curtain. Ryan had his back to her and she couldn't help but admire every single part of him. He was perfect. The water running over him only served to increase his attraction. He turned around still with his head under the spray and his eyes firmly closed and Marissa's interest became even more intense. She wanted to run her hands over him again. She wanted to explore his body. She couldn't help but focus on that part of him that she'd been responsible for getting into such a state. She was itching to touch him but afraid to do so at the same time when he said. "Enjoying the view?" and she jumped. She hadn't realised that he'd moved his head out of the stream of water and opened his eyes.

She nodded. "Can I come in?" she asked.

Ryan smiled playfully. "It's your shower. You can do whatever you like." He informed her.

Marissa stepped into the bath and moved towards the end where Ryan stood under the stream of water and into his arms. He lowered the showerhead so it streamed down their backs, away from their faces so they could kiss without spluttering or drowning. She could feel his hardness pressing firmly against her stomach and she pushed herself into him. He groaned and pulled away slightly.

Okay, maybe this hadn't been the best idea Ryan thought. He was supposed to be taking this slow, he was in the shower to try and cool down but Marissa's nakedness was driving him crazy again and it ignited the previous spark he'd felt. Damn.

"You're not helping matters Marissa." He said. "I'm trying very hard to be a gentleman here."

"Maybe I don't want you be one." Marissa replied.

Ryan grinned at her.

"Maybe I could help out?" She looked pointedly at his very obvious erection. "But I'm not really sure how?"

Ryan swallowed thickly and said. "Feel free to do whatever you feel comfortable with."

Again he was being so unlike she imagined. He wasn't pleading with her like boys had done in the past, he was letting her decide what she felt comfortable with and it was so refreshing. He was letting her explore at her own pace.

Marissa bit her lip and reached a tentative hand between them. She could do this. There was no doubt that she wanted to do this. She wrapped a hand around him and slowly moved it up and down his length. The skin felt so warm to the touch in direct contrast to the cool water that rained down on them. She listened as he gave her hints as to what he liked. He wanted her to be firmer with her grip. No she wasn't going to hurt him. He let her know what felt good very vocally and it made her heart sing to know that she was making him feel that way.

Ryan kissed her deeply as he pushed himself into her fist. Her almost hesitant fawnlike ministrations were such a turn on. Most girls he'd been with were very practiced in the skills of making a man feel good but Marissa was taking him to previously unknown heights. It was refreshing to be with someone who almost appeared pure and the thrill of being with someone who wanted to learn about pleasuring was a first. He whispered into her ear that she could dictate the pace. This was all down to her. He told her that by a subtle change in her stroking speed she could have him begging for more or screaming her name. Ryan was pleased to find that she was an excellent pupil.

Marissa loved the way he was whispering to her as he nibbled on her ears and neck. His voice was low and gravely, it made her knees weak to listen to it. She found that he was right. By slowing her pace he grew impatient and pleaded with her and if she sped her pace up he'd buck into her fist and moan that he was going to come. She played the game, bringing him close then slowing down enjoying the power it gave her and the way that Ryan reacted.

Ryan panted with exhaustion. He felt that if it hadn't have been for the water then he'd be wet with his own sweat. Marissa was a quick learner all right. Already she had mastered the hand job to perfection, maybe a little too much on reflection. He desperately wanted release now but just as he felt the pull deep within his balls she'd agonizingly slow the pace again.

"Please Marissa." He begged. He wasn't proud. He knew when begging was in order.

The tone of Ryan's voice as he begged set her own desires throbbing. She stroked and squeezed harder again this time not slowing or stopping. Ryan groaned and swore under his breath. He lent his head backwards into the shower curtain as he jerked erratically into her fist. She watched with fascination as he came in several long spurts and then the water cleansed and washed away the results.

Ryan stood as still as stone whilst he got his breath back. She still held him in her hand enjoying the feel now he was softening and spent. It wasn't so scary now that she knew that she could be in control.

He lent forward and kissed her. This time without the passion of before but it was none the less sweet.

Marissa looked at him almost shyly and asked. "What do we do now?"

Ryan smiled. "Right now … I'll do pretty much anything you say since what you're holding in your hand is fairly important to me."

Marissa dropped it suddenly. "Sorry." She looked at him embarrassed but seeing the amusement in his eyes she couldn't help but add. "It's just that I don't have one of those and I've always wondered what they were like."

Ryan laughed out loud. "Well please feel free to borrow mine whenever you're so inclined."

"I might just do that." Marissa replied and then shivered.

"Come on. Let's get out of here and warm up." Ryan suggested as he turned off the taps and pulled back the curtain only to reveal the floor of the bathroom awash with water. Somehow they had managed to dislodge the shower curtain and had flooded the room.

"Oops." Marissa said as she stepped on to the saturated bath mat and reached for her towel. She turned to Ryan "Do you feel like sharing or do you want to wait and I'll get you a clean one from the cupboard outside?"

"I'm happy to share if you are?" he replied, the look in his eyes telling her that he was referring to more than just towels.

Marissa smiled. "As long as I get first use." She said quickly running the towel over her and then holding it out to him. "You're welcome to it when it's cold and damp." She teased.

"You wait young lady." Ryan said as he quickly took the towel from her and leapt from the shower after her. He chased her back into her bedroom without even hesitating to dry himself. Marissa had tripped on their hastily discarded clothes and was now sprawled on the bed and Ryan instantly laid on top of her proceeding to rub his still damp body over hers, intending to make her regret her actions as he made her wet.

However it took only moments for the movements to become sexually charged again. The increased heat in their bodies served to banish any residual moisture left by the shower almost instantly.

Marissa knew that she was becoming wet all right … but on the inside not the outside. The friction caused by his naked body on hers awakening new desires. Her breathing started to become laboured as she waited for him to make a move.

Ryan could feel his need for her rising yet again and he knew that if they were going to take things slowly then this was not a good position to be in.

But then his dick was telling him that it was a great position to be in. Having already recovered from the bathroom activities it was zeroing in on its target, the heat between her legs now only millimetres away. The question was whether his brain or his dick would win out? There was a fight for control and he wasn't really sure which side he was on. There was a part of him that appreciated that Marissa was naked underneath him and she wanted him to take her and was it right for him to deny her? But then he knew that he didn't want this just to be about the act of doing it. He wanted to make sure that she wanted HIM. Not just any guy with a willing dick. (Oh but god was his willing!)

He groaned momentarily, then slowly rolled off her and sat up, reaching for his pants in the same movement. He glanced back at her and could see the disappointment written on her face. He tried to smile but it was more of a grimace. "If we're taking it slow, then I think that it's probably safer if I do it with my clothes on." He looked at her again, lying naked on her bed and he wondered where he had found the strength to say no. "And, much as I can't believe that I'm saying this … it would probably be better if you had clothes on to." He said as he picked up his shirt that she'd been wearing and handed it to her.

"But you aren't running away because I'm a virgin? You are still going to do it? You're not just going to leave?" Marissa asked as she pulled his t-shirt over her head. Her doe like eyes were full of insecurities.

Ryan had no idea what had happened in Marissa's past to make her like this but he knew that he wanted to change it. He instantly realised just how fragile and insecure she was and he pulled her into his arms. "Well I am going to leave. But that's only because I don't think that I could trust myself to keep my hands off you if I stayed." He kissed her sweetly and was rewarded by Marissa's face lighting up with joy.

"But I will definitely be back. I figure that what we've just had was our first lesson and there's plenty more to come." He assured her.

Marissa smiled. She liked the idea of Ryan as her tutor in all things sexual. "So … If I'm your student … and I get homework … and I don't have one of those things to practise with …. Then you'll HAVE to come visit? You did say that I could borrow it." Marissa asked looking for confirmation of just what was going on between them.

Ryan laughed. "You are SOME student." he remarked.

"I try to do my best." Marissa replied pertly.

Ryan kissed her again. "That little effort in there." He said indicating the bathroom "was definitely an A+."

Marissa couldn't help but smile at his praise. "So when's my next lesson?"

"Eager? Aren't we?" Ryan remarked.

"Well if you don't want to …. I could always ask someone else to help with my education …" Marissa suggested, teasing him.

"You'll do no such thing. But I think that we should at least try an activity with clothes on next time."

"What are you saying that you don't enjoy this?" she asked.

"I enjoyed it very much. But if you keep looking at me like that then I might have to skip a few lessons and move ahead to the advanced class."

"That's what I was hoping that you'd say." She teased.

Ryan laughed. "If I don't get out of her fast then I'm scared that you may end up having your way with me. My control can only last so long."

"As long as it doesn't last anymore than 13 days then you're my man." Marissa replied.

"At the moment the chance of me lasting 13 days isn't looking very good and if I don't get out of here soon then even 13 hours might be a struggle."

Marissa beamed. The thought that he was still attracted to her even though he now knew that she was a virgin and a complete novice in all things sexual, was empowering.

"But if we meet in public places and fully dressed then at least I might have a fighting chance." Ryan suggested.

"You do realise that I'm going to try to seduce you at every opportunity? I have no idea how to of course, but I do have Molly to ask for pointers." Marissa suggested.

"You don't need Molly. And you don't need to try. I'm yours for the asking. But you are going to have to explain to me sometime why you've been pushing me away if you were so eager to lose it? That I don't understand." Ryan said.

Marissa frowned slightly wondering how she could explain it all to him. It wasn't that she'd thought that he wasn't good enough … more that she thought he was too good. But just at this moment it didn't make any sense to her either so she didn't think that she was ready for the explanation just yet.

"And having you seduce me … that does sound like fun. It should make for quite a change from the last week where you seem to have been running away. I can hardly wait." He said as he kissed her again. "But let's start with lunch tomorrow and see where that leads?" he suggested.

"Mmm. Lunch sounds good." She replied and then deliberately dropped her voice to a husky tone. "But breakfast in bed sounds even better."

Ryan laughed at her attempted coquettishness. "It does sound good and I promise that we will share one of those but not tomorrow." He moved towards the door and Marissa moved to stand in front of him playfully barring his way.

Ryan cupped her head gently in his hand, and then delicately rubbed his thumb over her mouth tracing the outline of her lips. Marissa's tongue emerged to taste him and he removed his thumb and replaced it with his lips. Tasting her at first until his tongue softly but firmly made its way inside her mouth exploring ever nuance until she was sure that he would know it better than his own and then he gently pulled back and touched his forehead to hers. "Outside the library at noon?"

Marissa couldn't speak. She could barely even stand. Her legs were like jelly. She nodded as he reached for the door knob to let himself out.

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Marissa was still standing where Ryan left her when Molly walked in the door only moments later.

"Are you still talking to me?" Molly asked hesitantly, as she looked at Marissa not quite knowing what sort of reaction to expect. She'd been worried all night about whether she'd done the right thing by giving Ryan their address, to the point that when she'd finished work she'd been torn, not knowing whether she should stay away for a while hoping that things were going well or rush home in case they weren't. And then when she saw him leaving the building just as she was parking her car, she became even more concerned.

If things had gone according to plan then surely he shouldn't be leaving? He would have stayed the night. What if he wasn't the right guy to help? What if he'd hurt Marissa again? She knew that her friend had barely recovered from the Spencer debacle. She'd never forgive herself if she'd made the whole thing happen once again.

But looking at Marissa standing by the door in a seemingly trance like dream state she had no idea what had happened.

"Earth to Marissa. Are you with me?" Molly asked trying to get a response from her friend.

Marissa still hadn't moved but a leisurely smile slowly appeared on her face.

Molly watched and then breathed a sigh of relief. "So everything's okay?" she asked, still not sure of what had gone on.

Marissa nodded the smile now so large it seemed that it was threatening to take over her whole face.

Molly watched and had to laugh. She asked teasingly. "Is that a post orgasmic glow that you're wearing?" she asked trying to keep a straight face as she realised that Marissa was wearing Ryan's t-shirt but nothing else.

Marissa looked at her and hesitated and then nodded.

"So you finally did it?" she said. "I can't believe that it's finally happened. And he got you off first time? What a guy. I can tell you now that the first few times that I did it were terrible. I haven't wanted to share that with you before this, because I was scared that it might put you off the whole thing all together. But I can tell you now; it was over so quickly, that I wasn't even sure that it had started. Talk about wham, bam, thank you mam? They couldn't have cared less about how I was feeling as long as they got their rocks off. But it looks like he was definitely a good choice. Goddam it! An orgasm the first time. The boy obviously used his powers of experience for 'Good and not Evil'." She laughed.

Marissa let her friend chatter on for a while looking for an opportunity to set her straight. But it wasn't easy. Once Molly had a head of steam up it was difficult to get a word in.

"So obviously it was good?" Molly said rhetorically. "Tell me what happened? How did you do it? More importantly, where did you do it?" she asked and then quickly looked around the room for possible locations.

Marissa knew that she had to jump in now before things got totally out of hand. "We didn't do 'IT'." She said, using her fingers as quotation marks to emphasise the IT.

Molly looked back at her and frowned. "What do you mean, you didn't do it? You just admitted that you'd ….." Molly hesitated as realisation set in. "Do you mean ……. He ….." she regrouped. "You DID orgasm?"

Marissa nodded as she said. "Oh yeah."

"But you're still a virgin?" Molly asked for clarification.

"Unfortunately yes." Marissa said.

Molly's eyes grew wide. "You mean he got you off just fingering you?"

Marissa shook her head from side to side. "No. Not exactly."

"Tell me you weren't fingering yourself?" Molly said now almost in denial about what everything was pointing to.

Marissa laughed. "Do you really think that I'd play with myself when I had Ryan's naked body to play with?"

Molly thought for a moment. "Hmm. Naked hey? Good point. So then that only leaves one possibility."

Marissa smiled and could feel herself start to blush as memories of Ryan's head buried between her legs came back to her.

"He went down on you?" Molly asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah." Marissa said. She could feel her ears burning with embarrassment but she knew that there was no way that Molly was going to give up until she knew what had happened.

"But he didn't fuck you?" Molly asked.

Marissa shook her head. "No. He wants to wait."

"He wants to WAIT? HE wants to wait?" she corrected herself. "Well fuck me dead!!" Molly said. "If you hadn't told me your self then I never would have believed it." She shook her head still having trouble coming to terms with this new information. "You do realise that his reputation as a player has just taken a serious nose dive."

Marissa smiled. No one but Molly could have quite the same way of looking at things.

"What's he waiting for?" Molly asked.

"He wants us to get to know one another." Marissa said and then on seeing Molly still shaking her head in disbelief she added. "But he has said that it will happen before my birthday. So my New Year's resolution will still be in tact."

Molly smiled. "Only if your hymen isn't." she teased.

"True." Marissa admitted.

Molly took a big sigh. "Okay. So I want to hear all the details. But just give me a minute, I need to pee, but when I get back you need to tell me exactly what happened." She said as she headed for the bathroom.

Marissa realised that she hadn't been back to clean up the flooded floor yet and she smiled as she waited for the explosion.

It wasn't long in coming.

"Marissa!!!! Can you tell me what the fuck happened to our bathroom?"