"Come on." Amy rocked slowly back and forth on his lap. She could feel him as she grinded on him. "Don't be so hard on me. I mean, don't be so hard on yourself." She chuckled.

"Haha, you're really funny." Rory was now fully aware that Amy could feel his erection as she continued to give him a little lap dance. Amy turned around to face him and straddled him. She now sat with her legs dangerously open on him lap and he could see her little white panties peeking from underneath her skirt.

Amy put her arms around Rory's shoulders and began to massage them. "You're always so damn tense, Rory." She kissed him softly. "Seriously as a friend, I want to do this for you. I've been thinking about you for so long."

"Really?" Rory was surprised. "Now I know you're definitely drunk."

"Hey!" Amy looked a little pouty. "Are you saying I'm a liar?" Amy put her hands on Rory's chest and began playing with his buttons. "I'm serious, Rory. You don't know how happy I was when I found out you weren't gay."

"What? Did you think I was..?" Rory was surprised again.

"Sorry" Amy whispered with a smile looking a little tipsy. "You're so cute" She chuckled as she leaned in and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

Rory felt her parting his lips open with her tongue. He felt his body melting and just let it happen. She was amazing. She knew how to use her tongue. Rory had never been kissed before and he hadn't expected it to be like this. Amy was grinding on him slowly as they kissed and Rory found himself moving his hands up her thighs and under her skirt.

Amy chuckled flirtatiously. "See, I knew you'd like this." Amy began to remove her top.

"Wait, Amy!" Rory stopped her. "What if someone sees you?"

"Let them see me. I don't care" Amy laughed and kissed him again.

"I.." Rory tried to speak between kisses as Amy took her shirt off. "I care.." Rory was temporarily distracted by Amy in nothing but a bra and a short skirt. "I care if someone sees you. There's idiot drunks sleeping outside that door." Rory signals to the open door of the bedroom.

"Fine!" Amy stood up. "I'll lock the door" Amy walked looking rather tipsy up to the door and slammed it shut. "Ssshh! Oops. So loud" Amy whispered and chuckled. "Wow, ok.." She stumbled back and sat on the edge of the bed and signaled Rory to come to her. "I forgot how drunk I was until I stood up."

Rory stood up and closed the blinds to the windows before sitting beside her in bed.

"Still afraid someone will see us? You're not embarrassed to be seen with me, are you?" Amy smiled as she kissed him again.

"No, I'd love to be seen with you." Rory chuckled. "I just don't think you'd want people to see you with me."

"Oh.." Amy smiled. "Lay down, silly" She slowly pushed him down on the bed and took off her bra to finally show him her breasts. Rory smiled and blushed at the sight of Amy almost completely undress on top of him. He ran his hands up her stomach and kissed her as he touched her breasts for the first time. They were modestly sized but just the right size for a good handfull.

"Amy, you're so beautiful" Rory whispered as he watched Amy stand up and unbutton her skirt.

"Oh, shut up" Amy let her skirt fall to her ankles and she climbed over him to the other side of the bed. She was lying beside him in nothing but a pair of lace white panties. "Have you ever done this before?" Amy smiled.

"No" Rory swallowed a bit nervously. "Have you?"

"If I said yes would you hate me?" Amy arched her back as she began to slip off her panties.

"No" Rory answered as he saw Amy lying naked beside him. It's true he didn't hate her for it but he got this strange jealous feeling that someone else had felt her touch before. As if he were somehow any more deserving than the last guy she slept with. Why should he feel any sense of entitlement? Amy didn't belong to him and he was quite certain she never would. If anything, he belonged to her.

Amy kissed him and guided him to move on top of her. Rory could feel her unbuttoning his trousers without needing to stop once to look at what she was doing. She had him down to nothing but his pants in seconds. "How often have you done this?" Rory sounded winded.

Amy bit her lip. She didn't want to seem as suddenly self-conscious as she felt. She really liked Rory but she knew she wasn't any good for him. If she could at least have this one moment to feel him inside of her. Amy knew Rory deserved something better as his first time but she was selfish and she wanted him first. Amy was waiting for him to say something. She knew she looked like a drunken whore and she hated herself for it. "If I told you how many times I've done this then you'd really hate me. Now please stop talking and just fuck me, Rory"

"Amy, you know I could never hate you, right?" Rory smiled at her and Amy felt suddenly flushed and nervous. He was so sweet and it was so disarming. Amy had been naked in front of her fair share of boys before but she'd never felt so naked before in her life. Quickly she started taking off his pants. Both for her own amusement and also to level the playing field. Now that they were both naked Amy felt a little less vulnerable. Rory went in and kissed her first this time. He'd gotten over his initial fear of her being too drunk to consent. As slippery a slope as that was.