Danny didn't have much to say after I told him about what had happened- I think he was having as hard a time registering it as I was.

"Sam, do you know how you're going to... feed yourself?" he asked hesitantly. I only shook my head.

He paused, then took a deep breath. "Do you want me to help?" I stared at him wide eyed, shocked. "I mean, you have to get it somewhere and we know each other well and I frankly don't see you putting up with any of the other guys in town and I'm starting to ramble so I'll just shut up now."

"I...I guess..." How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? This conversation was heading towards the inevitable topic of sex, something I really wasn't comfortable talking about. I'd always known I wouldn't be able to avoid it completely, but I'd sure as hell tried. I knew I was pretty clueless when it came to things of a sexual nature, but now it looked like I'd be forced to learn just to survive.

God, this was so fucked up.

"I know you aren't comfortable with this stuff, Sam, but it doesn't sound like you can avoid it anymore. I don't want to push you, but do you even know how often you need it?" I shook my head. I didn't know, though the small "snack" I'd gotten myself earlier was starting to wear off. I knew I'd need something more filling soon, but I was inclined to put it off as much as possible.

Danny seemed to know what I was thinking. "I need you to be honest with me, Sam. Are you getting hungry?"

I wanted to deny it, but the look on his face stopped me. I was getting hungry again, and even the mere thought that he would help ease it only seemed to make it worse. I wanted to deny it, but I wound up shyly nodding with my eyes averted. "I don't need actual sex to live, just orgasms," I quietly offered, more to ease my own mind than his.

"Okay... So, we won't have sex until you're ready for it." The implication in his words that we might eventually have sex made me bright red. I knew I wanted it, but I'd never let myself really think about it. The last thing we needed was a thought like that distracting me in the middle of a ghost hunt.

"I don't think that's going to be anytime soon..." I said, my face still flushed.

Danny slowly reached for my hand, as if questioning the decision before he finally decided to go through with it. He squeezed my hand in an attempt at comforting me. "That's fine. You just need to figure out what you're more comfortable with. Would you rather be touching me or have me touching you?"

I tried to hide my face. "God... do we really have to talk about this now?"

"Yeah, we kinda do. Sam, I hate making you uncomfortable, but I'm not having you starve on me. Which do you think you'd be more comfortable with?"

I kept my face turned away, a fresh wave of embarrassment coming over me. "You touching me," I whispered, knowing he'd hear it even if no one else did. I wasn't fully comfortable with either option, but I thought it'd be easier to let it happen if he were in charge than if I were in control.

"Okay. Do... Do you want me to touch you now?"

"Yes," I mumbled, almost too soft for even him to hear it.

"Tell me if you want me to stop something. It's okay if I kiss you, right?"

I nodded as he hesitantly brought his lips to mine. He kissed me slowly and just as sloppily as every fake-out make-out we'd had; it felt different though. Maybe it was because he was choosing to kiss me and it wasn't just a stupid cover to keep his secret, either way it felt way different than any other time we'd kissed. I forced myself to return the kiss, slowly getting comfortable with the action. It wasn't until that moment that I realized I really didn't know how to kiss someone and it suddenly made me feel awkward and out of place.

Danny pulled away after just a few moments. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling like the blush on my face was never going to go away.

"Good," he said with half a smile. "I'm going to keep pushing farther now, okay? You can tell me if you need me to stop something."

"Okay."

He kissed me again, just as slowly and sloppily as he had the first time, though this time he was slowly starting to push me back on the bed. I didn't fight him, letting Danny maneuver me so that he was perched above me.

Suddenly, he stopped, then put a hand at the back of his neck. "I've got to admit, I have almost no clue what I'm doing here..."

That made me laugh. "It's okay. We can figure it out together." I smiled up at him, slightly comforted by the fact that he didn't really know what he was doing either.

His lips met mine once more, then his tongue snaked its way in to explore my mouth. A moan escaped me as his hands made their way up my shirt to rest on my breasts. His touches set my skin on fire, seeming to set every nerve ending alight. At first, it was just weird to feel someone's hands on my skin, then I slowly started to relax and let the sensations take over.

I felt Danny's lips move down from my own to my neck. "Danny," I moaned. I hadn't known how sensitive the skin on my neck was until then. He found a sensitive spot and sucked at it, eliciting more moans to spill from me.

He backed off, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, silently asking if he could take it off. I nodded, sitting up some so that he could get it off. His hands returned a second later to unhook my bra and throw it off to the side.

Without any conscious input from me, my hands came up to cover myself. My face burned and I once more found it hard to look Danny in the eye. I couldn't quite believe I was letting him see so much skin. Even though it was just my chest that was bare, I felt completely exposed.

"Sam, you don't have to hide from me. I won't bite. Well, not unless you want me too." His cheeky smile nearly prompted me to throw something at him. Although the comment made me roll my eyes, it also comforted me and I slowly let my arms slide away from my breasts.

"Guess what."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You're beautiful."

Before I could respond and call him out as the liar he was, Danny's lips claimed my own. His kiss was harsher this time and when I gasped his tongue suddenly invaded my mouth. I'd've thought the sudden change in demeanor would scare me, but the power behind it made me crave more. I felt his hands on my chest, squeezing my breasts and toying with my nipples. The sensations were more powerful than when I was feeling my own hands on my body, and I couldn't have stopped the noises coming out of me even if I had wanted to.

When one of his hands trailed downward to the hem of my skirt, I fought the sudden impulse to stop him. I really didn't want him to stop, but my heart was pounding from nerves. I knew that Danny wouldn't go any farther than we needed to, but we still had to get pretty far, well past where any of our fake-out make-outs had ever gone.

Danny seemed to sense my unease. "I'm not going to hurt you, Sam. Trust me."

"I know," I whispered.

His hands started moving again, and while I thought he might take my skirt of, Danny didn't. He did much the same as I had earlier, slipping his hand inside first my skirt and then my panties. I gasped in surprise, my cunt was so much more sensitive to his touches than my own. He had been setting my nerves on fire before, but now it felt like they were exploding with sensation. I moaned and whimpered as his hand slowly explored my nether regions and when his fingers finally found my clit, I nearly came undone.

"You like that, don't you?" All I could do was nod in response, the pleasure he was invoking had seemed to rob me of coherent speech.

"Oh god." My hips were bucking into Danny's hand of their own accord, my body begging for more when my words had been stolen. After he'd first found my clit, he hadn't left it alone, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.

The waves of pleasure came over me all at once as he finally drove me over the edge. "Holy shit, Danny!" I screamed, too far gone to worry about my parents hearing me.

Danny kissed at my neck as I slowly came down from my high and rolled off me when the last of the spasms died out. I pushed myself up against his body, throwing the blanket over us instead of bothering to put my shirt back on. I didn't really want to admit it, but it wasn't just the amazing orgasm that was making me feel good. Most of it came from being so close to Danny, stealing an intimate moment with him even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

A part of me hoped Danny was feeling the same way.

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