4.

Avery could honestly say it was the best kiss of her life.

Of course, it was the first kiss she'd ever experienced, but still...

Mark brought his hands up and cupped her face, tilting her head a little so his lips slid against hers. She felt his tongue probing and parted her lips, not able to catch her breath at the feel of him. She tentatively touched his tongue with hers, feeling her body tingle all the way down to her toes at the sensation. She was terrified but she didn't want him to stop either. It was dizzying.

When he finally pulled back, they were both gasping for air. Avery was holding onto his arms without evening thinking about it, leaning back against his car. He was still giving her that intense look. The butterflies were in full force. Avery started shivering. Her skin was still wet, the night had cooled, but mostly it was because she didn't know what was supposed to come next. Months of daydreaming hadn't done more than scratch the surface.

Mark slowly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. They were pressed together head to toe. He nuzzled her ear, her neck, bending to do it. But she could feel the heat coming off his bare chest, and she could feel something else as well. The thin shorts did nothing to really hide what was happening to him. The butterflies were turning into electric currents as her stomach did flips when he pressed that hardness closer to her.

"Avery..." He groaned out her name and she felt like she would have melted on the spot if he hadn't been holding her up. Dear lord she'd never heard her name said in such a low, husky tone. It was loaded with emotion too, and she couldn't name it. She tentatively let her hands rest on his sides and slid them up his chest, shuddering at the feel of his smooth skin at her fingertips.

Mark's mouth closed around her earlobe and he nibbled it gently. And then one of his big hands moved and cupped her breast through the wet material of her dress. Avery sucked in a breath as he squeezed her gently. "I've...never...done this before..." She finally managed to gasp out, holding on to the tiny part of her mind that was fearful, that wasn't clouded over with overstimulated hormones.

"I know." Mark released her earlobe and whispered that softly, sending a pleasurable shiver down her back. "I'll stop..." He started to back away but she clutched at him, panicked at the thought of him leaving.

"No...I want to. I just..." His hand was back on her breast, his thumb slipping back and forth over her nipple. It made it hard to think, let alone talk.

Mark pulled her forward and she heard him opening the car door behind them. She didn't protest when he guided her to sit. He climbed in after her, urging her to slide across the bench seat until she was flat on her back. And then his hands were on her again, moving over the damp cotton dress, trying to touch everywhere at once. He pulled gently and the top slipped down. Avery felt her face flush as his eyes raked her exposed breasts. He ducked his head and closed his hot mouth over one tight nipple, drawing a breathy moan from her, surprising her. Avery bit her lip and groped for him, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulling. Mark grunted in response. She couldn't seem to help it though.

She was so focused on his mouth that she didn't notice his hand pushing her dress up. At least, not until his fingers brushed against the wet cotton of her panties. Her hips involuntarily jerked as he pressed against her. She suddenly couldn't breath, everything felt like it was on fire, the car wasn't letting in enough air...

He was tugging at her panties, and she couldn't protest as he slid them down her legs. Embarrassed again, she started to close her thighs but he was sliding between them them, settling himself against her. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her most private area and moaned softly when he rubbed against her.

"Mark..." Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, husky and weak. He was pushing his shorts down and she could feel him...the actually part of him that terrified her...pushing against her thigh as he moved. "I can't...I don't have..."

He stopped moving for a moment, raising his head and looking down at her. She felt his cock twitch against her leg, but he held himself perfectly still otherwise. "I think I have a condom...Avery..." Mark leaned closer and brushed his mouth over her. "Should I stop? Do you want me to stop? I don't wanna do this if it's not what you want..."

Her brain screamed 'yes, stop!'. Her body was having none of that. He'd sparked a fire in her that she had no idea how to put out. So she was trusting that he would. "I don't want to stop. Just...don't hurt me. Please?"

Mark nodded slowly. That seemed to throw his brakes on. He reached past her and opened the glove box, moving aside some papers to reveal a small box. He pulled a foil-wrapped condom from the pack and used his teeth to tear it open. Avery could not help but watch as he rolled it into place over his throbbing member. She almost wished she hadn't looked. She was scared enough as it was.

Mark resettled himself over her and lowered his head, kissing her breathless while his hands explored restlessly from one breast to the other, down her sides, up her belly. It wasn't until her hips started moving in time to his slow grinding against her leg that he shifted position and slid the head of his cock through her folds. Avery mindlessly dug her nails into his shoulders as he slowly entered her, crying out at the feeling of being stretched. There wasn't any pain, which she had heard was a possibility. Just a feeling of fullness as her body tried to adjust to the invasion.

Mark was panting softly next to her ear, moaning every time she moved. A suddenly feeling of power swept over Avery. She Shifted, raising her hips and his moan got louder. To think, she'd been mooning over him all this time and all along she could do this to him. The feeling went right to her head and finally drowned out her voice of reason.

He began slowly moving inside her, letting her moans, her movements, and her nails on his back guide him. He was running on instinct as he moved faster, spurred on by her panting, breathless moans.

"Oh...god..." Avery groaned out, feeling the sensation starting to spiral out of control. She wasn't a total prude, she understood what an orgasm was, but this was the first time she'd actually experienced one. It started where their bodies joined and seemed to shoot in every direction, tingling down in her toes, coiling in her belly, making her see stars. Mark grunted above her when her nails dug in against his skin as he spilled himself into the condom, the feel of her around him too much.

Out of breath, he collapsed on top of her, mindful to hold some of his weight on his knees and elbows. Now that she was coming down, Avery could feel the hard metal seat belt pressed into her back and the clammy dampness of her dress gathered around her waist. And those were still distant. Because the feel of him on top of her, his bare chest against her, his softening member still inside her...she knew it was a sensation she was never going to forget.

He dropped a soft kiss on her shoulder then regretfully pulled away. He stepped out of the car to dispose of the condom. Avery shakily slid to the door and got to her feet on unsteady legs. She could feel soreness settling into her thighs and relished that sensation as well. It wasn't The kind of soreness she got from dancing but it was pretty damn close. She hunted around and finally found her panties under the gas pedal. Mark had gone down to the water again. She couldn't quite see what he was doing but she assumed he was cleaning up. Once her panties were on, she adjusted her dress and reached for her shoes to pull them on.

Mark had picked up his jeans and shirt and was getting dressed. She watched him as he sat on the grass to tug his boots on. Then he got up and walked slowly to where she waited for him.

"Avery..." He stopped in front of her. She looked up expectantly. He reached out and pulled her close, kissing her gently. He seemed to want to say something but instead he looked past her at the car. "Are you ready?"

"Sure." Avery smiled uncertainly at him and got back into the car. She slid over and watched him get behind the wheel. "Do you want..." She stopped, not believing she was about to ask this. Not Avery Morgan, patron saint of the high school. "Do you want to stay the night at my house? With me?"

It seemed to surprise him. "I'm sure your parents would love that." He shook his head and started the car.

"Yeah. Except they aren't home. Won't be back until Sunday."

Mark paused in putting the car into gear to look at her again. Maybe gauging her seriousness.

"You did say that you couldn't go home." Avery hated to point it out, but she did anyway.

"Yeah. Ok. If you want me to." He still sounded unsure. Avery smiled.

"I do want you to. Just...don't tell my dad."

Mark snorted at that. "Yeah, you can probably count on that." He guided the car along the gravel and soon they were back on the smooth road, heading into town.

The soreness settled itself more deeply into her thighs on the ride. Avery kept stealing glances at Mark, those butterflies once more doing their thing. She had done it. She had actually gone all the way with the guy. In his car. It was cliched but there was something to be said for being caught up in the moment. And she still wondered why it was her he turned to, plain little Avery. He had his pick of girls.

She shook her head and refused to dwell on it. She knew that was her mother's voice in her head, planting seeds of doubt. Not only was Mark not suitable for Avery in her mother's opinion, but in many of her rants the underlying inclination was that he could do better. There was always that dig at Avery not quite being good enough, or smart enough, or pretty enough, or talented enough.

Avery forced the thoughts out of her head. For now, she was going to bask. She had a feeling regret would come later, and knowing her she would be way harder on herself than her mother ever would be.