Adam's parents are away for the weekend and Molly "forgot" to mention that when she told her parents that she was spending the afternoon at his house. The two of them were supposed to have been studying calculus, but they've spent more time studying each other. Things are getting heated and the couch suddenly seems much smaller than it was an hour ago.
"Do you, er, want to go back to my room?" Adam pants between kisses.
Molly gasps slightly as he sucks on her earlobe. Hormones and nerves are making it difficult to form words. "Um… do you have… er…"
He looks her in the eyes and nods in slow motion. "I want you to be my first," he whispers, and she realizes that she feels the same.
It's not quite the way she imagined. It hurt – more than Regina said it would – and it didn't last as long as it does in books. Staring at the ceiling of Adam's bedroom, Molly's greatest fear is that sex never gets any better than this.