"Have kids they said. It will be fun they said." Opie said under his breath.

"We're too old for this shit." Jax added.

Jax had received a call from his daughter telling him she and Jenni needed to be picked up. A couple of guys had gotten too friendly and there had been a fight. Jax called Opie and both were out the door, hoping and praying they got there before anything else went south. After retrieving their children and being reassured multiple times the blood covering them wasn't theirs they finally started home.

"What the hell happened?" Opie asked.

"Some drunk guys grabbed our asses and we knocked them the hell out." Abi stated.

"Some asshole put his hands on you?" Jax asked.

"We hit them square in the nose and broke them. They were bleeding everywhere." Jenni said.

Jax and Opie smiled. They had taught the girls self-defense and even though both looked sweet and harmless, they could hold their own. The boys knew this firsthand; Opie with a broken nose and Jax a dislocated shoulder. Tara had the displeasure of setting Opie's nose and Jax's shoulder; for two former outlaws they didn't handle pain well. It was at this point the boys' declared training complete.

"Well you didn't break your hand" Tara said. "It's going to be really sore and bruised. You must have land a hell of a shot."

"I did Aunt Tara. I don't much appreciate my ass or my best friend's ass being grabbed without permission."

Tara had already taken care of her daughter and was tending to Jenni. She was upset they were in pain and the mother in her wanted to find the two dipshits that had gotten handsy and kick them in the balls. The perils of raising kids.

"I'm too old for this shit." she thought.

"Really?" Jenni asked

"I think so. I feel ready" Abi said.

"Pill?"

"6 months ago."

"Are you scared?"

"Shitless."

"You're a Teller, you'll be fine."

Abi hoped Jenni was right. She'd die if she screamed like a banshee, she was a Teller after all dammit. She loved Devon, he loved her, and it felt right. That being said she was still nervous and had her reservations. What if she did something wrong? What if she did something embarrassing?

"I see the wheels turning and you're overthinking. Stop it."

"You're right. Fuck it, I'm not going to worry about this. We'll see how it goes."

"Abi, I don't want to do this unless you're ready." Devon said.

"I'm ready." Abi replied.

She breathed in deeply and willed her body to relax. She was in Devon's bedroom and although she was prepared to do this, she was still a bundle of nerves. Her mind was racing and her blood was pumping with anticipation. She wasn't sure how awkward or painful this was going to be, but she wanted him.

Devon sensed Abi's apprehension and laid a soft kiss on her lips. He rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders, trying to alleviate her tension. This was going to be a good memory for her; not the normal horror story of losing one's virginity. As he felt her relax he placed a kiss on her neck and gauging from the soft moan she enjoyed it. He continued to pepper her neck with soft kisses and playful nips and let his hands slide down to cup her breasts. He shaped them to his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples and gently squeezed. He felt her nipples harden and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting her ample bosom free.

"Let's get you out of this shirt."

Abi lifted her arms and the shirt along with her bra were removed. She stood half-naked and very embarrassed in front of her boyfriend. She wanted to cover herself, but the look on Devon's face told her he was enjoying the view.

"I want to see you, to touch you."

He placed a searing kiss on her lips, pulling her into him, enjoying her warmth. He worked his way down her neck before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking, and gently biting. She leaned into him wanting more and he intended to give her what she wanted. He move to the other nipple giving it the same treatment, enjoying the grunts and moans coming from her. He moved down and planted kisses all over her abdomen while working the button and zipper to her jeans. Her skin was like porcelain and she smelled divine as he slid her jeans and panties down.

Devon wanted to taste the essence that was his Abi. Hoping it wouldn't scare her, he gently separated her flesh and let his tongue flick over her clit. His tongue teased and sucked until she was shaking in his arms. She was intoxicating and the knowledge he was the only one who had tasted her was making him harder than he'd ever been. He continued to make love to the most intimate part of Abi until he felt her body still and heard a strangled scream. He steadied her and let her ride the wave until she wasn't shaking.

"Are you sure you still want this?"

"I'm sure."

He led them to the bed, quickly stripping himself and laid down next to her. He ran his hands over her stomach and up and down her legs before letting his hand glide over her core. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on and he gently inserted a finger into her, rotating it while moving in and out of her. Abi's hips were moving against his finger and her core was getting wetter and wetter. Devon removed his finger and pulled Abi in for a long kiss.

"Are you ready?"

"I want you inside me."

Devon moved between her thighs and positioned his sex at her entrance. He knew this was going to hurt and told her they were going to take it slow and easy. He pushed into her little by little, letting her adjust to him, and when he reached her barrier gave one final push and broke through. Abi let out a small shriek and dug her nails into his arms. Her breathing escalated and her entire body tensed; this really hurt.

Sweet Lord, she was so tight, so wet. Devon was fighting to keep himself still; he wanted to move inside her, feel her conform to him, make her his and his alone.

"Abi, baby, are you okay?"

"Make love to me." she answered breathlessly.

Devon thrust out slowly and gently into her again. Her body gave no resistance and met his thrust with purpose. He picked up his pace and reveled in the feel of her, the tightness, the heat. Abi was underneath him meeting him stroke for stroke, words of love and moans of pleasure tumbling from her lips.

"Abi, you feel so good baby."

"Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Devon could feel her body ever so slightly tense and was determined to make her come. He moved faster and changed his angle so her clit would grind against his body; he wanted her orgasm to be extraordinary. A few thrusts later her body bowed, legs locked him in place, and he witnessed a once in a lifetime moment. Her breathing stopped, body flushed, insides contracted, and his name poured from her lips over and over. He gave one final thrust before emptying himself long and loud.

"That was intense." Abi said.

"I'm sorry it hurt."

"I'm okay."

"I love you Abi Teller."

"I love you too Devon Frazer."

Jax knew that look the moment his daughter walked in. She had afterglow. Holy shit, his daughter was having sex. He wasn't ready to deal with this. Even though he'd slept with dozens of women, most of them one night stands until he met Tara, this was different. This was his daughter. His baby. He wasn't ready to accept she was growing up and wanted to lock her in the closet. And even though he liked Devon, he really wanted to strangle him.

"I know that look. What's going on?" Tara asked emerging from the kitchen.

"Our daughter is having sex." Jax said with a hiss.

"How do you know this?"

"Because she was practically glowing when she walked in the door."

"Jax you know you have to keep your mouth shut. She's got a good head on her shoulders and they love each other. You have no room to lecture her."

"The hell I don't."

"You de-virginized me at 16. You have no room to lecture." Tara reminded him.

"I married you too."

"Who says Devon won't do the same?"

Jax shot Tara a glare as he stomped away, muttering curses under his breath.

"So, how was it?" Jenni asked.

"It hurt a lot at first, but overall it was great." Abi replied. "I understand what all the fuss is about."

"That good?"

"It was that good. Are you thinking about doing the deed with Atticus?"

"I've been giving it a lot of thought, but I'm not sure. You only get one first time and what if he's not the one?"

"Then he's not the one. You love him don't you?"

"Of course. I wouldn't even consider sleeping with him if I didn't."

"Does he love you?"

"Yes he does."

"Then I don't see what the problem is darlin'."

"The problem is I over think things and my Dad will kill us if he finds out."

"Seriously, like any of our parents have room to talk. They were part of an outlaw biker club for fuck's sake. You do what feels right for you."

Two weeks after her conversation with Abi, Jenni found herself in a gorgeous penthouse suite Atticus had booked for their 1 year anniversary. She was ready but still very nervous. What if she was bad at it? What if the pain was too much?

"Where did you go just now?" Atticus asked.

"Just thinking." Jenni replied.

"You care to share?"

"I'm ready, but nervous."

"I wouldn't expect any different. If you decide you aren't ready we can hang out in this awesome room."

While the option was there, she loved Atty and wanted him to be her first. They had been together for a year and he had never pressured her or tried to make her feel guilty for wanting to wait. She knew he really did love her.

She pulled Atty's face to hers and gave him a long and tender kiss. He responded deepening their kiss and pulling her against him. His warmth was reassuring and Jenni felt herself relaxing and her body leaning into his. Atty laid a series of soft kisses along her jawline and neck leaving Jenni breathless and wanting more. She pulled at his T-shirt wanting to feel his skin and was quickly obliged.

"Should we get you out of these clothes?" he whispered.

"I think we should."

Atty took his time undressing her, leaving kisses and running his hands over each part of newly exposed flesh. It was like he was studying her, memorizing how each part of her felt and tasted. He picked her up and Jenni let out a small moan as her legs wrapped around him and she felt his hardness. As Atty gently laid her on the bed her hands reached for his fly, slowing unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

"I want you naked too." Jenni said.

"What the lady wants."

She felt a wave of want tinged with fear when his erection was free. His penis was rock hard and very big. Jenni knew her body was designed for this, but seeing what was supposed to fit inside of her was unnerving.

"It's going to be okay baby."

Jenni ran her fingers over his penis, genuinely amazed at how hard and soft it was. A small smile crept across her lips when Atty sucked in a sharp breath as she continued to satisfy her curiosity. The more she explored, touched, and caressed the harder he breathed. She was enjoying the way he was reacting to her.

Her mind went blank and all other thoughts were pushed away when she felt his hand slip between her legs, part her folds, and begin to massage her clit. He took her higher when she felt his warm lips envelope one of her nipples and begin to suck.

Atty moved over her body and Jenni opened herself to him. He leaned in, cradled by her body, and laid a tender kiss on her lips.

"If this hurts too much please tell me. We can stop."

He positioned himself and entered her slowly. She was so tight, he feared he might really hurt her. However, as he slowly work himself deeper into her he could feel her body expanding to accommodate him. He reached the thin barrier, leaving no doubt he was the first. The knowledge that this beautiful woman had chosen him was intoxicating. Dear God he loved her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, this is going to hurt. I want you to hold on to me and dig in as hard as you need to."

He gave a firm thrust, felt himself break through, forever changing her, and even though he wanted nothing more than to move within her tight heat, he stilled himself. He'd heard her soft cry beneath him and knew she was in pain.

"You okay baby?"

"I think so."

He stayed motionless for several minutes before slowly pulling out and re-entering her again.

"Do that again, just go slowly."

He did as she requested with a great amount of effort. She was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Her insides were so tight and hot and she was conformed to fit only him. Atticus was completely lost in her; lost in the moment. He picked up his pace and Jenni began to writhe and moan underneath him. Her hips moved in time with his, demanding he move faster and harder.

"Jenni, baby, you feel so good."

"Atty please, harder."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I want to feel you."

Those words turned Atticus into a man on a mission; she was going to come with him. He'd been told women never have an orgasm their first time and was determined that was not going to be Jenni's experience. He wanted to bring her to the precipice and watch her as she was pushed over. He wanted to convey to her how much he loved her and how much it meant to him that she chose to him.

"Atty." was all that tumbled from her lips before her orgasm took over. She felt the heat sweep over her body, her inner walls trembling and contracting around Atticus, her breath lost, and she was taken to a higher plane.

Atticus felt her orgasm and let her ride out as long as he could. He knew he would never forget the look of pure joy on her face for as long as he lived. She was flushed, chest heaving, lips swollen, hair messy, and fingers digging into his flesh. He wanted to enjoy the view but his body overrode his mind, and he groaned coming long and hard inside Jenni.

"I understand what all the fuss is about."

"I'm glad the lady is satisfied. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm going to be sore, but it was well worth it."

Atticus led them to the shower, flinching when he saw the blood on her inner thighs, knowing he was the cause. When they were both clean and about to exit the shower, Atticus decided he wanted more. He gently pushed Jenni against the shower wall, dropped to his knees, separated the pads of her soft flesh, and let his tongue roll over her clit. He wanted a taste and she wasn't objecting. He separated her further and let his tongue pleasure her; moving in and out of her, paying special attention to that tight pink bud.

Jenni was sure she was going to come apart and was doing her best to not scream. Atticus was pleasuring her in the most intimate way and her body felt warm and tingly. She could feel the climax building and was afraid this orgasm would shatter her. Atty's tongue fixed on her clit and his finger rotating inside her was more than she could take and she let out a strangled cry as she came and came and came.

"Oh my God." Jenni said

"You like that?"

"Very much."

"Put your leg around me." he said standing up.

Jenni wrapped her leg around him and he entered her. This time there was no reservation or worry, just unbridled want and need. Atty grabbed her other leg hooking it over his other hip leaving her completely open. Jenni wrapped her arms around his neck and met him stroke for stroke. His thrusts were deep and the new angle felt different but good. She ran her hands up and down his back, squeezing his ass encouraging him to go harder. Within minutes she felt his body go rigid and he moaned her name. He gently let her back down and made sure she had her footing before pulling them out of the shower.

"Good damn Jenn you felt so good."

"So did you. We should do that again. Soon."

Atticus could tell she was spent and made quick work drying them off and carrying her to bed. Her head rested against his chest and he heard her whisper "I love you."

"I love you too Jenni Winston. Sleep sweet girl."

When Jenni woke the soreness from the night's previous activities was present, but her body was relaxed and she felt incredible. Atty was out cold so she crawled out of bed gently as not to wake him. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look any different but she felt changed. She had made love and was made love to for the first time. Atty had made her body feel ways she never dreamed of. He had felt so good on top of her, the way he'd moved inside her and what he did with his tongue was magical. She felt her body flush and wetness pool between her thighs as she relived the previous night.

She crawled back into bed, slipping her head under the covers and took Atty's soft penis in her mouth. She was going to give him the best morning wake up he'd ever had. She felt him begin to stir and even in a hazy state his manhood responded to her.

"Jesus Christ." she heard him moan.

Now that he was awake she threw back the sheets and crawled on top of him. She let him slowly slide into her until he was embedded to the hilt. Her body shook at the fullness and instinctively she began to rock back and forth. Atty began to kneed her breasts, gently pinching each nipple, pulling a gentle moan out of Jenni. She continued to ride him and Atty was more than happy to let her have control. She looked so beautiful; breasts and lips swollen, mouth slightly open, breathing was heavy, and that long dark hair was cascading down her back.

"Atty this feels amazing. I'm going to come."

"Come for me baby. I want to watch you."

Jenni began to grind hard against Atty. He could feel her insides begin to tighten and her toes curl. Then with a whimper of his name Jenni came hard and long. Her entire body shuddered, insides went from warm to hot, clenching around him. Atty steadied her hips and sunk into her twice more before his orgasm hit.

Jenni rolled off him and Atty pulled her close to him. Within moments, sleep took them.