The next morning he woke to her on top of him. He thought it must have been a dream, but when he ran his hand over her arm she merely moaned and snuggled closer to him. He had almost lost his virginity last night- the day after his parents funeral. And somehow when he tried to feel bad about that- he couldn't. His parents wouldn't care if or when it happened. Here she was, in his arms. She was wearing very little, and for the first time in weeks he started to feel a little better. The more he thought about it, the bigger he got. He tried to shift, hoping she wouldn't notice. But the shifting process just woke her up. When her eyes flittered open he realized he had never actually had a conversation with the goddess in front of him. And here he was, half naked in her arms, aroused, and unable to satisfy himself without feeling like an idiot. She gave him a warm smile.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Kind of embarrassed actually." He admitted. And when her smile fell he realized that he made it sound like he choose her in a drunken/sorrow filled moment. "Not about coming here, but about…." When he trailed off he could read in her expression that she didn't believe him. She thought he regretted spending the night with a whore. That she meant nothing to him. And for some reason he needed to dispel this fear. "I feel bad that I had the ability to spend my first time with the person I've been dreaming about for weeks, but other circumstances made me… incapable." He said honestly.

"So you are a virgin?" She asked teasingly and he turned bright red. He started to try to collect his clothes in embarrassment when she put her hand on his arm. "Hey, that's not a bad thing… I've never… you know?"

He looked at her in confusion and could see a blush spreading on her cheeks. But he wasn't following.

"I've never came."

He continued to look at her in confusion. "I've never orgasmed." She finally spit out. And he laughed when he realized what she was saying. "Wait really."

"The acts I do, aren't really about me. You know?" She said. "It's my body, but it's not really if that makes any sense. I've never lusted after anybody." She said quietly.

"Not even after me?" He asked. Her cheeks once again filled with warmth and he decided he liked it. "Well how about this. We help each other out?"

She looked up at him in confusion.

"We each get what we want." He stated. And then when she continued to look at him blankly he realized he was going about this the wrong way. So he grabbed her and kissed her. The magic, the spark, the need was still there even in the morning light. He shyly reached for her breast , trailing a finger around the mound when she grabbed his hand and forced him to grab it all. It was soft in his hand and he moaned. Curious he stopped kissing her to look at it. The air had made her nipple grow hard, and he curiously pinched it. At that moment she moaned loud and looked at him with a dazed expression. Then he started rubbing the left one with his hand while his mouth inched closer to the right one. He licked her nipple. And she gasped. He pulled her onto his lap and started kissing, and sucking and biting her nipple. She was in such a state of ecstasy that she was grinding on his lap, pressing against his budge that couldn't get any bigger.

That night they both gave each other what they needed.