Note: Okay, in this chapter there will be a sex scene, yay! ... thats about it, lol.

Roxy set down the last plate in the sink and gave Dan, the dish washer, after patting him on the back. "I'm done with my shift now, but I have to talk to the new girl so I'll be here for a little bit longer than usual."

Dan nodded as he grabbed the dish Roxy set down and began to wash it. "Okay, so how long are you staying?"

"For about a half-hour, nothing more." Roxy replied, lingering in the doorway in between the wash room and the kitchen. Dan just nodded his head again is response.

"So, Roxanne, I heard from a little birdie that your dating the son of the Captain Grotowski at the Correctional Facility… is this true?" Dan asked nonchalantly.

Roxy sighed, "Does this little birdie happen to be named Betty?"

"Maybe." Dan smiled.

"No, it's not true, we're just friends. That's it, okay?"

"You got it."

Roxy smiled wearily and walked into the eating area of the diner and sat at a table where the new girl sat. She was an African-American woman, with short dark brunette hair, and hazel eyes, Leticia was her name and she was a single mother, with her husband being sentenced to death, and an obese son.

Roxy made her way to the table and sat across from the woman. She smiled and she held out her hand to the other woman. "Hello, I'm Roxanna, but you can call me Roxy."

The other woman smiled and accepted the hand; she shook it firmly. "Hi, I'm Leticia, and it's nice to meet you."

Roxy looked down at her hands and tapped on the table surface nervously. "So, Leticia, tell me a little about yourself before we get started." Roxy spoke politely.

Leticia coughed and rubbed the back of her neck. "There isn't a lot to say. My husband is in the correctional facility, I have one son, Tyrell, and I am about to lose my house."

Roxy bit her lower lip. "What's your son like?"

"He's fat, but he's still a good kid. He likes to draw, like his father, that's the only thing he got from his daddy, thank God."

"And your husband, what's he like?"

"He's an artist, but he a cop killer. That's what got him sent the jail."

"Your husband… is he Lawrence Musgrove, I presume then?"

Leticia narrowed her eyes a little. "Yeah, how did you know that?"

Roxy avoided eye contact and she fidgeted with her fingers. "It was in the paper and I'm sorry about your husband, I really am." She replied.

Leticia gave out a dry laugh. "It's okay, and I saw it the other day. It's a shame, making him look like a serial killer, but then again he did deserve it, killin' that cop and all. It's just since we live in the small ass town in the deep, deep south all we have around us is two things: each other and racism."

"You're absolutely right, that is all we have. It's sick." Roxy spat.

"I agree, but you know, that's what we get for living here."

"How can you say that? We can make a difference in this town if we really wanted to."

Again, Leticia laughed. "I guess we can... so, Roxy, tell me about yourself."

"I live alone in my step-dad's apartment building, just one floor above my parents-"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Leticia butted in.

Roxy shook her head. "No, I don't, I just have one best friend who happens to be a guy."

"Oh yeah? What's the lucky ones name?"

"Sonny." Roxy said meekly, almost barely enough to hear.

"That's a nice name." Leticia retorted, gently looking to the side.

Roxy gave a small cough, "So, let's get started shall we?"

Leticia nodded. "Of course, sorry if I wasted time."

Roxy stood up and pushed the chair in. "No, it's nothing to worry about." She walked over to the kitchen with Leticia following close behind her.

"This is the kitchen where the cooks prepare the meals that we serve. Now, when your taking orders you don't really need knowledge of what they want, you just need to write it down."

Leticia nodded her head.

"When you are done taking the order of a customer, then you place the order on this rack where the chef will pick it up, okay?"

Leticia nodded again, "Okay."

"Good, now when you pick up the dishes from an empty table or otherwise, you take them over here to Daniel or Dan as we like to call him, and he'll take care of that. Dan can you wave for Leticia?"

Dan did as he was asked and waved with his back turned to the ladies.

"Take the dishes to Dan, got it." Leticia noted to herself.

"I think the last thing I have to tell you is that once your done you have to punch your card and then change and go home. It's as simple as that… oh, do you know how to work the cash register?"

"Yes," Leticia answered, "I used to work one at my old job."

"Alright then, good, I don't need to teach you about that stupid machine. Well, I think I am done with telling you everything. Is there anything you want to ask? Any questions about anything?"

Leticia looked around the diner as people started to come in since it was around dinner time. She made sure her apron was tight enough so it wouldn't fall off her small waist. "No, not that I know of. Thank you for doing this for me."

Roxy untied her apron and headed for the changing area. "Somebody had to do it, and your welcome. If you need any help, just ask Lucille, she has the night shift as well tonight."

"Again, thanks." Leticia said.

Roxy smiled and walked into the changing area before closing the door behind her. Roxy took off her apron and dropped it to the floor after she took off her gym shoes. She unzipped her diner uniform and let it fall. She walked to the bin where she stored her clothes and picked up her jeans and shirt and flip flops and she began to put on her clothing. When she was done, Roxy pulled her hair into a high ponytail, but she made sure her bangs still hung at her forehead; then did a quick touch-up with her makeup.

Roxy left the diner with a quick wave and good-bye to everyone, including Leticia. She seemed like a nice woman, Roxy thought, and it was horrible that Leticia was forced to live with the burden of her husband. The negative attention from the execution and all. It didn't take Roxy long to reach the bar. It only took her about ten minutes of walking in the semi-dark since it was a bit past sundown.

It was chilly out, but nothing that bothered Roxy. This was actually beautiful weather for being in hot and muggy Louisiana most of the time. Roxy finally made it to the smoke infested bar. The loud country music could be heard from a few feet outside the bar. While walking in, Roxy noticed a group of people sitting together at a round table. It was the correctional guards from the Sonnysonville Penitentiary who worked with Sonny. She even saw his father Hank sitting with them.

Luckily, they did not notice Roxy walking in. She sneaked through a crowd near the pool table before making her way to the bar where Sonny sat. He wore a sandy-brown shirt that was stripped, jeans, and his red trucker hat… still.

Roxy snuck up behind Sonny and lightly pounced on him, making Sonny jump in surprise. He turned to see Roxy sitting next to him at the bar. Then the barkeep came up to Roxy.

"Hey girl, good to see you again, whatcha want to drink?"

"Hiya Booter, um, just get me a rum and coke, please."

"You got it, hun." Booter said walking towards the wall collage of alcohol.

"So, how was your day so far?" Roxy asked Sonny.

He took out a cigarette and lit it with his cheap, plastic lighter. He took a quick puff before answering the woman. "I screwed up today when we were practicing the execution run-down."

Booter came back with Roxy's drink and set it on the bar surface. Roxy thanked her and took a sip of her drink. "Mmm, that's good stuff. So, what did your dad say about your little mess up?" She asked trying to sound as kind as possible.

"He just told me it was important not to screw up during the real thing." He said.

Just then Hank came up from behind Sonny and gave Roxy a fake smile. Then he took a step to the side of Sonny; to make sure Sonny could see him. "Just like I said, no mistakes. I wanna make damn sure, that nobody makes any mistakes, especially you."

Roxy took an extremely long sip of her alcoholic drink, almost half of it, as Sonny remained silent and not answering anything his father.

"That goes for me too and the rest of them." Hank continued. "You ain't no different from us if you screw up."

Sonny was still silent and he took another drag from his cig before taking a drink from his beer. Hank when on about something called "the monster's ball" or something like that. Roxy wasn't paying attention to Hank, and to tell the truth, neither was Sonny. Sonny finished his beer and sighed.

Hank still continued. "He don't want no preacher, or lawyer, or nothing like that so it's just you and me. Like I said, you can't think about anything you did, it's a job and we have to do our job, right?"

Sonny, as usual, remained silent as he seized another puff of his cigarette before extinguishing it out into the ashtray. Hank took his son's silence as a gesture for him to leave, which he did. Roxy finished her drink and looked over at Sonny.

"I know you don't like your father, but you didn't have to be rude and ignore him like that."

Sonny idly turned his head to give Roxy a 'I-don't-care' look. "He deserves it."

"Nobody deserves anything, Sonny." Roxy retorted.

"Can we just go? I'm sick of being here."

Roxy nodded her head. "Yeah, let's go. Are you sober enough to drive, or do I have to?"

Sonny licked his lips. "I don't know, ask me something."

"I don't know, uh, what year where you born?"

"1979."

"What color are your eyes?"

"Brown."

"Good, um, who did you go to prom with?"

"Vera, am I done with the questions? Am I sober enough for you or what?" Sonny asked with a playful grin spread across his face.

Roxy nodded, "Yeah, okay let's go then."

They both got up from the bar, Sonny placed down a ten dollar bill on the surface and told Booter that he was paying for both of their drinks, which Booter just waved as if to say 'good-bye'. Booter wasn't friends with Sonny, but she did talk to him every once in a while.

Sonny pulled Roxy by her hand and led her out of the bar and to his truck. He opened the door for her and she blushed, thanking him. He smiled sweetly at her as he walked over to his side of the truck and got in. He didn't put on his seatbelt and immediately tuned the truck. Within seconds he drove off, away from the bar and his father and co-workers.

Like most times, they drove in silence until they made it to Roxy's apartment. He turned off the truck, opened the door, grabbed his duffle back of the things he needed and waited for Roxy. They both walked up the stairs, after they got into the apartment building, and Roxy grabbed her keys from pocket. She unlocked her door and swung it open.

"Mi casa es su casa." She declared as she walked in, followed by Sonny. "You can crash on the couch since it's a pull-out and you know where everything else is right?" She asked, taking off her shoes and throwing them to the ground near the door.

"Yeah, I know, I've been here more than a handful of times my dear Roxanne."

Roxy mentally smacked herself in the head. "Oh yeah, right. It slipped my mind."

"It's fine." Sonny said, placing his duffle bag at the foot of the couch. "So, what are we gonna do tonight?" He asked, twirling around to face his friend.

"Well, since we had to leave about ten minutes after I got there, I'm going to get myself a beer. You want one?"

Sonny shook his head. "No thanks, this is probably the best time for me to get drunk since I have a big day tomorrow. I don't want to disgrace my dad again."

"Sonny, don't start about that. Once you take a step inside my apartment, you are forbidden to talk about your family, okay? I don't want you getting upset and then making me miserable."

Sonny twisted his body around and avoided looking at Roxy. "I'm sorry if it bugs you, I guess I do it so often I don't even recognize it anymore."

Roxy studded into the kitchen and grabbed herself a Miller Lite beer bottle; she opened it and took a sip. "Just don't do it again."

"Deal." Sonny replied.

"I better call your house to let your grandfather know you're here."

"And why should you do that?" Sonny asked plainly.

"So they don't call the cops and bust through my door and search my apartment, that's why." Roxy countered, placing on hand on her hip.

"Good point, fine go and call them… but tell them I'm drunk; that's why I'm crashing at your place."

Roxy nodded and walked over to the phone that sat on the table in the living room. She picked it up and dialed the Grotowski's house phone number. She heard it ring and so she played the waiting game. There was no answer and it automatically went to the voicemail. "Hello Mr. Grotowski, it's Roxy and I was just calling to tell you that when Sonny and I went to the bar, Sony got really drunk, so instead of taking him home and annoying you, I just took him to my apartment where he crashed on my couch. There's no need to worry about him, he's in good hands, but if you feel the need go ahead and call me. Thanks and I'll see you around, bye-bye." She said sweetly, hanging up the phone. "There, done with that.

"Good." Sonny muttered.

Just then Roxy jumped up from the ground and smiled brightly. "I just had a great idea!"

"What is it?"

Roxy held her hand out, signaling him to stop even though Sonny wasn't doing anything. "Stay right there, I'll be back in a moment." She exclaimed before running into her room. Sonny waited for her patiently, looking around in the front room. He looked at the pictures of Roxy and her mom when Roxy was smaller and before she moved to the little, shit hole they lived in now.

Roxy ran back into the front room and she made her way to her cd player. She turned it on, opened it, placed a cd in the machine, closed it, and pressed play. Just then, "Rollercoaster of Love" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers came on through the speakers.

"I don't like disco, but this cover of Rollercoaster of Love is the shit man!" Roxy said as she began to dance to the beat. "RHCP sure know how to kick ass in a song."

Sonny grinned as he watched his friend dance to the song. Roxy looked over at Sonny and raised an eyebrow. "What, you're not gonna dance with me?" She asked with sad, puppy dog eyes and a cute, little pout.

"I can't dance." Sonny replied, "How about I just watch you?"

Roxy walked over to Sonny and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on you big wuss, just dance with me."

"No really, I can't dance to fast pace songs… but I can dance to slow songs."

Roxy looked Sonny in the eyes and her pale ones lit up with such brilliance Sonny thought he was going to go blind. He had never seen her so excited.

"Then I have the perfect song we can dance to!" Roxy went over to the cd player and changed the songs until she found the one she wanted. She walked back over to Sonny and smiled as she waited for the song to get going. Then a 50's tune came on, a piano and saxophone started to play, followed by the beautiful, velvety voice of Marvin Berry as he started to sing.

Sonny realized it was "Earth Angel" or more commonly known as Roxy's favorite song in the entire universe. "Wow Roxanne, really? You had to pick this song?"

"Yeah, it's a slow song and you know whenever I hear it, it just… it makes me really happy. It makes me forget things I don't want to remember. It makes me… feel alive."

Sonny stared down at Roxy and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close to him. Roxanne, reluctantly, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to slow dance with her crush. Sonny led them as they danced around the front room. A couple of times Sonny twirled Roxy, making her giggle and once or twice he gave her a quick dip backwards with one of his hand on the small of her back and the other still on her waist.

When he held her close, he hummed the tune of the song in her ear softly. During the entire dance with Sonny, Roxy blushed and rested her cheek on his shoulder; her eyes closed and Roxy taking in all of the romantic gestures he presented her with. It was getting close to the end of the song and Roxy could feel Sonny's hot breath on her neck, making her shudder with delight.

"I fell for you and I knew, the vision of your loves loveliness. I hope and I pray that someday I'll be the vision of your happiness, the vision of your happiness. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Earth angel, earth angel, please be mine. My darling dear, love you for all time. I'm just a fool… a fool in love with you." He sang charmingly into Roxy's ears along with the music. When Sonny sung the lyrics to Roxy, he sang the words with so much truth behind them, so much passion and adoration; it just made Roxy smile even more.

Roxy's eyes widened as she heard those sweet words that poured out of Sonny's mouth. Did he… was he… proclaiming his love to her? No, this couldn't be! Was Roxy just imagining all of this? Or was this all just one giant dream, a wonderful yet terrifying dream. Roxy slowly pulled away from Sonny and stared at him, her eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. Her breathing was loud and deep as she was frightened at wits core. Sonny reached out a hand to gently touch her, but Roxy just spun around sharply and ran into her room.

"I have to go." She yelled, slamming the door behind her as she entered her room.

Sonny stood there in the front room, feeling like an idiot. Did he take things too far too fast? She probably didn't even love him and she now probably hated his guts for performing a stupid stunt like that. Jesus, he was a stupid man and now he was going to pay the consequences. Should he just forget what he had done to Roxy or go and confront her? Sonny silently debated what to do.

Roxy sat on the edge of her bed, thinking about the events that had just occurred. She could feel her heart pounding painfully in her ribcage. Maybe she should just forget the whole thing and let the morning come and then, Sonny will leave for work as she will and then they'll see each other sometime later that week. Yes, that is a good plan. Just wait it out…that was until she heard a soft knock at her door.

Roxy's head shot up as she stared at the door. She swallowed the large clump in her throat. "Yes?" She called; her voice was quiet and shaky.

"Can I come in?" Sonny asked, he leaned his head against the closed door.

Roxy quietly debated inside her head, but before she knew it, her heart answered for her. "Sure, come on in."

Moments later the door creaked open and Sonny walked into the dimly lit room slowly; he made his way to the side of the bed where Roxy sat. She noticed that his shoes where off and so was that damn trucker had of his. Roxy looked up at him and placed a fake smile on her face even though inside, she was disturbed. Sonny sat next to Roxy and looked down at his hands which rested on his lap.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered.

"What is it Sonny?" Roxy asked, turning her head and avoiding looking at the dirty blonde haired male.

"It's just… have you ever felt a certain way towards a person but you're afraid to tell them because you don't want to ruin that relationship with that person?"

Roxy shook her head. "No." she lied.

Sonny sighed. "What do you think I should do then?"

"Just say how you feel about that person and get it over with. Don't prolong it or the person will get bored and ask you to leave."

"Roxy, will you look at me please?" Sonny asked, his fingers gently touched Roxy's chin and turned her head so he could stare into her beautiful, pale blue eyes. Roxy did as she was asked and she lifted her gaze to her best friend. Sonny leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Roxy's and poured all of his passion into that one, simple kiss. Roxy had no clue what to do, so she did the only thing she could think of… she kissed him back. After a moment or two, Sonny pulled away from the kiss and, once again, looked deeply into Roxy's eyes. Then he whispered: "I love you."

Roxy smiled meekly. "I love you, too."

This made Sonny smile too. "I'm sorry I never told you before, I just didn't want this to ruin our friendship." He whispered to Roxy.

"I understand now, I just thought you never loved me because of everything you did to avoid me."

"Like what?" Sonny asked confused.

"Like when you bale out when we arrange get togethers, or when you don't tell me important things… or prom."

"The truth is, I was going to ask you to prom, I really wanted to go with you! It's just, I thought you were going to reject me, so I took the safe route and asked Vera to prom. I didn't have fun though; it was actually one of the worst nights of my life." Sonny admitted.

"Why? Isn't prom suppose to be, like, magical or something? I heard that prom is supposed to be the one night where nothing matters, where the only thing that was important is having fun."

"Not for us. Vera brought some liquor and we all got busted, well, except for me because I went to the bathroom." Sonny laughed. "But the rest of them had to spend the night in jail with my dad… he would've been so proud." He chuckled sarcastically.

"Why did you even want to go with Vera?" Roxy asked with her head tilted to the side a little.

"She was the only girl who I knew was available at the time."

"So," Roxy started, her head still tilted, "she was a rebound?" She asked with a smile, knowing the answer to her question, but she wanted to hear the words come from Sonny's lips.

Sonny looked down for quick second and looked back up and into Roxy's blue icy, blue eyes. "Pretty much, like I said, I wanted to go with you and besides I bet prom would've been more of an enjoyable experience if we went together." Sonny muttered right before he leaned in again and lightly kissed Roxy on the lips. It was a short kiss, but they both enjoyed it either way.

Roxy wanted to take her relationship to another level since she now knew of Sonny's feelings towards her. They loved each other… so why not make up for time wasted? She smiled wickedly and scooted backwards onto the bed until she was in the middle of her queen-sized bed. She slowly leaned back and laid down on the bed, she bent her knees, and turned her head to look at Sonny. "I'm kind of lonely over here by myself, wanna be a gentleman and spend some time with me tonight Sonny?"

Sonny replied with a smile, "I wouldn't want to upset my friend who has been so kind as to take me under her roof in my time of need." He crawled over to Roxy and settled in between her legs with his arms on either side of Roxy's head. He towered over her and didn't waste a minute so he took off his shirt and pants. When Sonny was done with removing most of his clothing, he slipped one hand into her jeans, and noted with amusement the decidedly sexy feel of sensible lace panties. He was willing to bet they were black.

The way his flesh burned hot against her made Roxy's arousal for Sonny grow stronger and stronger by the moment. Instinctively, unthinkingly, she closed her legs, pressing her bare thighs against his trim waist. She felt the long, hard bulge of his straining erection, still held captive by his boxers, pressing into the cleft between her legs, and she thrust her hips upward, meeting his bony pelvis in an awkward entreaty.

Sonny buried his face in her neck, and she could feel the scratchy stubble of his jaw scraping over her soft skin. He seemed to be breathing her, taking her in like air. She felt a low rumble in his throat, heard an unintelligible syllable...he found her mouth and kissed her, no teasing, no joking now, just a wet tongue slipped between her eager lips....

His full lips sliding warm and saliva-slicked over hers, sending powerful electric charges straight to her most sensitive area. Roxy tentatively brushed her fingertips over his strong jaw and she traced it; then she let her hands move to his neck, then to his chest, and then they made their way back to his jaw line.

Then, his hands, trailing from her back around to her breasts, so gentle at first, fingertips brushing her nipples, creating a curious churning sensation in her belly. Almost like, what? Anxiety? No...excitement, urgency...it was desire, although the word meant nothing to her yet.

Roxy felt him tugging at her jeans after he unbuttoned it, trying to pull it down her body. She raised herself so he could slip it past her hips. After Sonny pulled her jeans off he put his hands under the garment of her shirt instead, cupping each breast, loving how they filled his hands perfectly, squeezing, not hard, but not exactly gently either. She made a soft moan into his mouth, and he pulled away from the site of his tongue's explorations to look at her carefully.

"Are you ok? Wanna stop?" he suggested with a gentle voice.

"No, I'm fine, Sonny." Roxy smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. He hesitated for a moment before Roxy reassured him. "Sonny, kiss me please, I want to feel your lips on mine again." She said pleadingly.

He chuckled and went back to her mouth, gently nipping her lower lip, then moving downward, biting along the line of her neck, sending powerful little shocks through her body. Now he did want her shirt off, and he tugged playfully at it. She sat up enough to let him pull it over her head and quickly removing her bra. Roxy thought it was funny that she didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even when he plainly ogled her pretty bare breasts.

Jesus, he loved tits. How could something be so firm, only to practically dissolve into insane softness at the touch of his hand? Like a pillow you could sink into forever...he took first one, then the other, in his mouth and suckled at them, making her moan in surprise, but also pleasure. The lick of his tongue on each nipple was a soft caress, leaving a slight chill as cool air hit wet skin when he moved lower.

Sonny's fingertips traced the slight indention of her abdomen, lightly tickling around her belly button, making her laugh. He laughed too, and kissed her there. They smiled at each other for a moment; then he ran a finger across her belly, inside the waistband of her underwear.

"I'm afraid these are going to have to come off if I'm going to do business with you, my dearest Roxanne," he said in a professional voice.

"Ok," she breathed. Yes, yes. She wanted him inside her, no more waiting. Roxy raised her hips and let him pull her lace panties down, over her thighs, down to her knees. She wriggled out of them, and, pleased, Sonny closed his eyes as he ran his hand over her bare bottom, pulling her against him, squeezing each firm, soft cheek in its turn. His touch made her shiver, and she softly spoke his name as she clung to Sonny.

Roxy could feel his erection throbbing under the thin fabric of his underwear, and when he took her hand and firmly guided it under the cloth, onto his length, she was fascinated to discover how silky smooth the head was, how unyielding the hard shaft was as she clutched it tightly. He clasped his hand over hers and taught her to stroke him firmly, to slide the taut skin up and down over the steel rod inside, squeezing and releasing in a steady rhythm...she pulled away in surprise when she discovered a sudden leakage of sticky fluid coming out of the head....he gave a low laugh, "Aw, baby, it's to make it easier to get inside you..." he cooed. She nodded, letting the liquid coat the head as she went back to caressing him.

Sonny loved her using her small hand on him, so shy at first but then, bolder, stronger. He made appreciative noises, but it was becoming too much, too soon. He reclaimed her hand and pressed a kiss into the palm before he pushed her flat onto her back. He slipped his own hand between her legs and found her unexplored entrance, slowly sliding his long, slender middle finger into her. He paused to see how she would react, but she simply accepted the intrusion, so he began probing deeper, rhythmically dipping in and out, letting her get used to the idea.

He took the wetness he gathered there and used it to slick up her clitoris, and began drawing lazy circles around the area as he went back to kissing her passionately. It pleased him to feel the hardening of that tiny but powerful organ, gradually closing in on the spot, intensifying the pressure and speed, until the deep shudder that wracked her slim body let him know he had succeeded in taking her where he wanted her to go.

She broke the kiss when she choked out a cry of amazed pleasure. He listened to her rapid breathing… he could feel her heart beating against his chest.

Sonny looked down at Roxy and bit his lip. "Are you a virgin, Roxy?" He asked simply.

"No, I'm not," Roxy replied honestly making Sonny raise his eyebrows in surprise. "I've only had sex once though."

"With who?"

Roxy looked away in shame, she didn't want to tell him, afraid he would get upset with her. She thought that is she told Sonny… he wouldn't want to be with her anymore.

"Roxy, please tell me who."

Roxy looked back up at Sonny and sighed in defeat. "Paul."

Sonny was still for a few moments before he broke the silence between the two. "When?"

"Prom night."

"But you didn't go to prom." Sonny replied, wanting to get Roxy's story straight.

"I didn't and neither did Paul, I was alone that night and he asked me if I wanted to hook up with him. So I did, but I just did it so the first time I had sex with someone I loved it wouldn't hurt. I wanted our first time to be as painless and pleasurable as possible, Sonny."

When Roxy said this, it made Sonny's suspicions disappeared and relief washed over him. Sonny slipped out of his boxers, and in the dim light she got a look at what had been pulsing in her hand. In a way, he envied her wonder, it was too bad it was so dark in the room; he would have liked to take a peek at something he'd never seen before, the beautiful womanhood of this gorgeous creature that lay underneath him. Sonny leaned down to kiss her again.

"Ok, angel, are you ready?" He asked kindly.

Roxy just nodded.

He found her entrance and gave a strong, but controlled, thrust into her. He heard her breath hitch and he looked at her to see if he could gauge what she needed from him. He gave another deep thrust, but then a small one, and another, but then one more deep thrust when she gave a little cry of pain.

"Does it hurt?" he asked curiously.

"Only a little, not much. I didn't think it would hurt the second time…"

"Aw, sorry baby, just wait a few more moments and then the pain will be totally gone, okay?"

"Oaky." she whispered. The pain was there, but barely. It

Sonny gave another firm push into her, and this time she didn't protest when he thrusted deeper, when his pubic area was pressed solidly against hers and his entire member was sheathed tightly inside her warm body.

"Doing ok?" he asked.

She nodded. Roxy could tell the pain was about ninety-nine percent gone which relieved her greatly.

"Tell me if I need to slow down, ok?

She nodded again.

He held himself up with his arms fully outstretched, and began thrusting into her, trying very hard to go slow, but gradually building to a fevered pace, loving her tightness, her soft whimpering moans, the slight movements she made under him. Sonny enjoyed the raw contact with the warmth, the wetness, of her.

"Come on, baby, move a little more for me...." he encouraged. He liked it when women really bucked hard under him. But he liked it more when they succumbed to him.

Roxy tried to comply, but she was too overwhelmed, dealing with not just his length, but how thick his member was, stretching her open in a way she had never imagined possible. His powerful thrusts no longer actually hurt her, but each one seemed to steal a breath from her, and she found it hard to control any particular muscle group at all.

Soon, Roxy became vaguely aware that her lover had gone somewhere else in his head and was now focused only on satisfying the urgency that was driving him to rock so deeply into her, bringing animalistic grunting noises out of him every so often. From time to time he muttered something, not words exactly, but as his thrusts became harder, deeper, she heard a low, coarse demand, "Come on, baby,come for me. I want you to come for me."

His thrusting, now rough, harsh, hit her clitoris over and over, building a tension, a need, broken at last by a flood of pleasure that washed over her and she cried out in amazement. It was different from what Paul had done for her years ago, different even than what Sonny had done earlier using his hand. The heat started deep inside her and rolled like thunder over her entire being, leaving her shaky and weak, clinging to him like a frightened child as the paroxysms rose and fell in a powerful rhythm. She opened her eyes to see Sonny half-smiling down at her, tangled blonde strands framing his face, as he gasped between thrusts, "There's a good girl- come on, just a little more..."

His voice broke and he gave a few more potent, almost brutal thrusts, and a guttural groan came from low in his throat as he arched his back and came as far inside her as he possibly could. She could feel the throbbing after-bursts as his rigid member finished the job, coming inside her. Roxy felt some sense of relief when Sonny lowered himself onto her, burying his face in her neck, panting as the electricity of his release careened through his skinny body.

They lay like that for some time, Roxy stroking his back, probing to find muscles, bone, the structure of his amazing body hidden under taut flesh. Finally, Sonny reluctantly withdrew his manhood from inside her, rolled off Roxy's beautiful body. He took her in his arms and tipped her head back so he could look at her. A broad grin stole across his face to see her content expression, and then he said hoarsely. "I love you, so much Roxanne."

"I love you, too Sonny." She whispered; placing one more, gently kiss on his lips before she fell asleep in his arms.

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