A/N: I didn't really polish this and revise it so any mistakes or things that need to be revamped or vamped up, I'll get to that some other time. Apologies, loves. I wanted to get this chapter out for you guys asap.

Thank you for the kind reviews! I appreciate them very much! I know this story is taking a while to write, but it's actually quite difficult with the smut factor. I'm trying not to make it too repetitive, and that takes a bit of planning out and splitting, which I've officially officially finished. Thank you for your patience while I tried to get my shit together! I appreciate it! :3

Disclaimer: I don't own GMW, and it's good that I don't because well… I'm an unapologetic perv as you can see. The show wouldn't be allowed on Disney, I can tell ya that much. (Lol Maman thinks it's a problem that I don't get embarrassed writing or reading smut or erotic literature.)

Maya raced into her apartment, checking her cellphone to see how much time she had. In half an hour, it would be eight o'clock, and Lucas was usually always punctual, no matter the circumstances. She didn't have much time, especially since Lucas had texted her about fifteen minutes ago and told her he was heading home to clean himself up a bit after his practice. He could very well be on his way over right now and if she didn't get a move on, she wouldn't be ready in time.

Art club had unfortunately run a little late that evening when Kris had had a little mishap unscrewing the cap of a tube of acrylic paint and spilled it everywhere, even managing to cover most of her canvas with it. Maya had felt bad for the girl—a young sophomore who had recently joined the club—because she didn't know how to fix her painting. Maya had originally been planning to leave early, but instead she had spent another hour with Kris helping her repaint what had gotten covered up.

But that had set her back quite a bit in her schedule.

Today was a big day. So she needed time to get everything perfect.

Maya had nearly torn off her clothes to get to her bathroom the minute she stepped in her room, dumping everything on the floor of her room and hurrying to get herself ready. She washed herself thoroughly, making sure to clean every nook and cranny of her body, and especially between her legs. Then she shaved her legs and armpits and trimmed the hairs between her legs so it was tamed and neater. She'd read online that a bush—or Brillo pad in her case—could be a major turn off for some guys. Lucas had probably felt the bush at one point or another since he'd had his hand down her pants before, but he'd never actually seen it and she didn't want it to be a nightmare. She made sure her hair was also cleaned and washed before blow drying it out to fluff it up and make it softer.

Maybe she was kind of freaking out and making this whole thing a big deal, but it kind of was a big deal. She and Lucas were probably going to take the next step of their relationship that night and she wasn't exactly certain how that would go, but she wanted it to be special. Or at the least, she didn't want to feel self-conscious about anything. If all her preparations were perfect, that was one less thing to be worried about.

Maya cleaned up her room, changing her sheets and making sure anything embarrassing or dirty was put in its proper place or stuffed in her closet. Then she lit a scented candle before feeling silly and blowing it out a few seconds later. She put on lipstick, glanced at herself in the mirror, and then wiped it off with a roll of her eyes. She was trying too hard.

But she did pull on her matching set of a fancy lacy bra and panties (the ones she had secretly bought with her job money that she was currently hiding from her mom), staring at herself in her full length closet mirror and trying to calm herself down. She'd gotten nearly fully undressed in front of Lucas before, why was this so different?

Her face was on fire. Maya was completely flustered and the splotchy red blush on her cheeks wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she tried to take deep calming breaths and even out her stilted breathing. Was she about to have a mini-meltdown?

Maya rubbed her warm cheeks, desperately trying to get her body to calm down and relax, but nothing was working. And to make matters worse, the tips of her ears were turning red as well as the back of her neck and upper chest. It wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to settle her flustered face. She hadn't gotten flushed like this since Lucas kissed her for the first time after junior year prom, and even then, she'd managed to control it within a few hours or so. But this was a lot more intense.

She was so anxious.

Maya pulled on a simple cotton skirt and tank top so it could be easier to take off and swallowed hard, taking a deep breath and trying not to think too much about how in a short while, she and Lucas would be on her bed, finishing the job they'd started a day ago. Rolling around on her sheets. Without clothes. Connected like a damn jigsaw puzzle.

This wasn't just getting naked and being totally plastered to each other while making out. He was going to be inside her. Actually inside her. Like those awkward fit the banana in the small hole jokes people had made in sex ed years ago. Would he even fit? What if he got stuck?

"Oh man…" she breathed out slowly as she leaned onto the edge of her dresser, staring at her red cheeks.

She knew she was being ridiculous now, but she couldn't help it. It was one thing to read up on sex and do research until she was seeing spots in her eyes and she knew every sex position known to man. But it was a whole other to realize she was about to go through the process. She was about to be deflowered and stretched like some kind of balloon. She was about to let him touch her wherever and kiss her wherever and give him everything she had to offer.

He wouldn't just be her boyfriend anymore, her best friend since junior high, the guy she'd struggled to finally enter a relationship with after years of dancing around each other and being in denial. Lucas would become her first truly serious relationship, the keeper of her virginity, the first guy she would give herself to mind, body, and soul.

Maya swallowed hard and took a handful of long, deep breaths, letting them out slowly through her nose and trying to prevent herself from hyperventilating. She resigned herself to the fact that her face would have a permanent blush on it. But she knew Lucas would never intentionally hurt her, and that was enough to help diminish her anxiety and believe that this could be the most magical evening of her life. She was going to try to enjoy herself with Lucas and remember this day forever.

The doorbell of the apartment rang through the air and Maya inhaled sharply with a soft gasp, her heart suddenly pounding hard in her chest. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to stop her slight shaking and then running a hand through her hair to get it together.

"Okay, Maya. Time to lose your virginity."

Maya took one last deep breath, held her head high and left her room, heading to her apartment door. It was now or never. She unlocked the door and pulled it open to Lucas standing there, smiling a bit awkwardly with his school bags. She could see the light blush on his cheeks as well. His hair was still a little wet from his shower, tousled and a bit disheveled as if he had hurried on his way over or something.

"Hey," Lucas said somewhat nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry I'm late."

"It's fine. I was still cleaning up."

Maya met his gaze and then they both looked away quickly, pretending to look at nonexistent objects in the area.

They stood there in slightly uncomfortable silence for a bit, not saying anything as they faced each other. Truth be told, Maya wasn't sure what to say. She certainly couldn't say something like 'hey Cowboy, let's mosey on up in my room so I can get mini Lucas inside me already to pop this cherry'. She forced herself not to stare at his crotch. Maybe if she started out the conversation about the project or something instead it might help relieve some of the tension in the air.

"…So did you bring the stuff?"

"Stuff?" Lucas asked. "What, like condoms?"

Maya's gaze shot up in surprise, and she stared up at him a little shocked, her eyes widening at his blatant admission. She hadn't expected him to bring it up so suddenly like that.

"What? I meant… for the project… but okay…"

"Oh." He cleared his throat, the tips of his ears a little red. "Uh, yeah. That too."

They stood there again, Maya's palms growing a bit clammy as she fisted them on her skirt. Why the hell was she feeling so unbelievably nervous all of a sudden? Maybe it was because Lucas was standing right there in person and she could smell how amazing he smelled and him being there was just another reminder that they were one step closer to the next level.

"So, can I come in?" Lucas asked, the corner of his mouth curved up into a slight playful smile. "Or are you just going to make me stand here while you fawn over my good looks?"

"Shut up, Huckleberry."

Maya snorted, reaching out and tugging Lucas in by the shirt. She shut the door and turned back around to head to her room. He followed close behind her, and Maya felt her skin prickle in anticipation. She was very aware of Lucas' presence behind her, his gaze burning a hole in her backside. Good. Her idea of a skirt had worked just as she'd wanted it to.

They entered her bedroom, and Maya shut the door slowly, swallowing nervously and briefly closing her eyes. Now or never. She spun around, leaning her back against the door and hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt. It was bad enough that she could still feel the heat on her face. The last thing she wanted was for her expression to reveal the turmoil in her mind.

"So." She cleared her throat, chewing on her lower lip as she waited for Lucas to set his bag on the floor. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well, I was thinking we could make some kind of poster board, maybe?" He plopped down on her bed, kicking off his shoes and stretching with a yawn. "Or a 3D model might work for the presentation we're doing. But I know how lazy you get about these types of things. What do you think?"

"What? No, I meant…" Maya sighed dejectedly. She should never have brought up the project in the first place. She'd probably killed his mindset by making it seem like she hadn't originally been interested in the whole condom ordeal and by extension, sex. Dammit. She should have responded much better than that. Did Lucas think she didn't want it today? Fuck, he must have since she'd reacted negatively to his condom "test". "No, you're right. Sure, let's do a 3D model, Sundance. Just so you know, you're doing all the work though."

He snorted. "I thought as much. Why don't we work on the presentation slides first and we can figure out the other stuff later? It's not due until next Monday anyway."

"Sounds like a plan."

She plopped down on her bed beside him, tugging her laptop out from under her pillow as he got his textbook out so they could get started on their work.

Maya was a little disappointed that she'd killed the mood and ruined Lucas' gutter thoughts and turned him into Studious!Lucas. She'd killed the mood effectively by bringing up school.

But at least he was good company, and she loved her dorky Huckleberry of a boyfriend, so it was fine even if they weren't getting frisky on her bed. Besides, she was certain once they were done or if he got bored, he'd definitely be up for some canoodling, and then she would make her move. And this time, she would be clear that she wanted to hop on his dick train and ride him to oblivion.

But an hour and a half into the research, Maya grew restless and bored. She never really was one to ever focus on her studies that much and to be honest this project was the furthest thing from her mind when Lucas was laying on her covers, reading his textbook and smelling like heaven. It kind of annoyed her that she was always so easily seduced by him without him even doing anything.

She stared at him, the set of his jaw as he read, his lips, his Adam's apple, the way his shirt seemed to cling to his body, outlining the muscles of his chest, the slight protrusion under the zipper of his jeans.

Was he fucking glistening? Why did he look like some Adonis in her eyes?

Shit, how horny was she?

Maya swallowed thickly, her eyes glued to his crotch. She'd felt him before, hard and hot and ready but there'd been obstructions. What was she wasting time for?

"Lucas."

He glanced up at her, an inquisitive look in his sea-foam eyes as he rested his textbook on his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Let's take a break."

"Okay." He sat up slightly, resting on his elbows. "That's a good idea. Maybe we should grab a snack or something?"

Without a word, Maya leaned over and grabbed his textbook off of him before tossing it carelessly across her room. She moved her laptop to the floor and then shoved the papers on her bed to the ground as well. Lucas frowned in confusion, looking at her like she'd lost her mind.

"Maya, what are…?"

His words tapered away as Maya crawled on top of him slowly and straddled his hips, her heart racing in her chest.

"I kind of had something different in mind." She sat back on his crotch, her hands resting on his chest and toying with the top button of his shirt as she gave him a poignant look. If he didn't understand what she meant after this, it was a lost cause. "If you're up for it…"

She could see his pupils dilating as he stared up at her, realization dawning in his expression of what she wanted. Lucas swallowed hard before he sat up, sliding his hands around her waist, his expression careful as he watched her.

"Maya, are you sure? Because you don't have to push yourself if you're not ready."

Maya took a deep breath, mustering the best sure smile she could, though she knew she must have looked a little antsy. That had probably been why he was a little reserved. Because they both knew where this was headed with certainty.

She held his gaze as she took the hem of her top, slowly lifting it up and off of her body before dropping it slowly over the edge of her bed. It was dramatic, she knew, but she wanted to mess with Lucas a bit. She shook out her hair slowly so it haphazardly tumbled around her shoulders, loving the way Lucas' gaze was glued to her, enraptured by her and clearly loving her mini show.

"Yeah. I'm sure, Lucas."

She cupped his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his lips to show him she meant what she had said. She was ready. Sex couldn't be that big of a deal, right? It was literally in and out. As long as Lucas knew where to put himself, that's all that mattered, right? When she pulled away, Lucas' gaze had darkened considerably, his hands gently massaging her waist.

"I've been hoping to hear those words since this afternoon."

"Be honest." Maya chuckled, tracing his lips with her thumb, her body growing warmer as he slid his hands down and cupped her ass. "How often do you fantasize about having sex with me?"

Lucas slowly kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck before nuzzling her slightly.

"Hmmm…" he murmured against her neck, the vibrations of his voice tickling her. "Every five minutes, not counting my dreams."

"You know, you don't nearly get enough credit for how perverted you are," Maya drawled, trailing her fingers gently through his hair.

Lucas chuckled, lifting his head from her neck, and leaned forward, catching her lips. Maya pulled him closer, draping her arms around his shoulders with a soft sigh. His lips were soft, tasting of cinnamon, and all thoughts left Maya's mind when Lucas slipped his tongue between her lips, caressing her own. She trailed her fingers to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open and wanting nothing more than the feel his skin against her own. She curled her fingers into his hair, settling more firmly on his crotch, tilting her head back with a breathless sigh as he sucked on her neck.

His hands slid up her back, his fingertips dragging up to the hook of her bra. It sent a shiver of excitement running down her back. They'd taken each other's clothes off before, but this held more weight. She could feel his fingers fumbling really badly with the back of her bra. His hands were shaking slightly and Maya pulled away, glancing down at him in amusement.

It was a little funny to see Lucas so nervous when he'd always been pretty good at getting her bras off. Or rather, he was usually pretty confident about what he was doing. Maybe he was just now feeling the weight of their decision just as much as she was.

Maya grasped his biceps, stopping him with a raised brow.

"Are you nervous?"

"Kind of." Lucas sighed. "I don't want to mess this up. I want it to be special."

It was kind of sweet and endearing in a way, knowing that Lucas, who'd been fairly assertive an self-assured in his desires with her, was kind of freaking out over this. Then again, she didn't blame him. It was his first time too.

"Lucas…" she said, "there is literally nothing you could possibly do to mess this up. So relax. It's only me."

He nodded and tinkered with the hook again. She felt it snap off, and then Lucas gave her a shit eating grin as he slowly pulled it off and away from her body, freeing her from the confines of her bra.

"Would you look at that? I've still got it."

Maya tilted his chin up. "Great. Now shut the fuck up."

Their lips met again, hungry and pervasive, their tongues tangling together in a sensual dance they knew all too well. He dragged his hands slowly up her side, the contrast of the cool of his hands on her overheated skin making goosebumps rise on her skin. She mewled in pleasure when he cupped her breasts, kneading them skillfully, rolling her nipples gently between his fingertips.

It was a lot and not enough all at once and Maya whimpered as she gripped her headboard, matching Lucas' fervent kisses. He trailed a hand between her legs, stroking her heated cleft and Maya let out a high pitched whimper, breaking the kiss and panting to catch her breath. She screwed her eyes shut, rubbing herself against his palm, her breathing going more ragged with each of his motions.

"Maya… God…" he murmured, watching her through a darkened gaze. "You're so wet."

His other hand sank into her hair and he tugged on it, her head tilting back as he dragged his lips to her neck, leaving hot, openmouthed kisses on her skin. Maya moaned, her mind spinning from the surge of heat that ran through her body. She loved it when he got a little aggressive.

She clutched his shoulders, grinding against him, almost desperate for some more friction as heat pooled in her abdomen. He groaned low in his chest, holding her hips down and bucking his up the slightest bit. Maya inhaled sharply, a tremble of pleasure running down her spine. She could feel him straining through the confines of his jeans, pressing persistently against her inner thigh, and Maya let out a soft gasp, a little surprised by how hard he already was.

"What's wrong?" he breathed out heavily against her neck.

"Nothing… I just…"

This was really happening.

Lucas rolled them over, settling between her hips, and Maya hooked her legs around his waist, her hands splayed on his back as they languidly made out. She loved the feel of his body pressing hers into the mattress, their chests plastered together, limbs intertwined on the disheveled sheets. She shivered beneath him when he rocked against her, focused pleasure dancing in her core. Lucas made a soft noise, close to a moan, and Maya didn't think she'd ever heard anything sexier in her life. She could feel herself growing wet with increasing desire, her panties moist from her arousal.

Lucas' hands trailed down her sides and he hooked his fingers over the top of Maya's skirt, tugging it down past her hips and ass. She lifted her legs so he could pull the skirt off totally.

He kissed a languid path down from her mouth to her neck, lips leaving wet, lingering kisses along the skin. He kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone, trailing his lips slowly down between her chest to her abdomen. Maya squirmed, a little ticklish as he kissed down her torso, past her navel, even lower, not stopping until he reached the top of her panties. He smirked mischievously and heat crept up Maya's face when he took hold of the waistband of her underwear.

Maya chewed nervously on her thumbnail when he started to drag them down her legs. Her heart immediately started to double time and with a soft gasp, she clamped her legs shut, stopping him from continuing and nervous beyond belief. She'd never let anyone except for that gyno look down there. It was pretty embarrassing. She knew Lucas would see her cooch at some point eventually, but she felt weird about it.

"Wait, Lucas." Maya felt her cheeks grow warm. "Don't you think we're going kind of fast?"

Lucas glanced up, concern in his expression. "Maya, if you're uncomfortable, you don't have to force yourself. We can stop. I understand completely if you want to."

"I don't want to stop, I'm just... embarrassed."

"Why? You're beautiful."

Maya smiled a bit nervously.

"Lucas, I've never gotten... you know, eaten out," she said, feeling a little insecure. "I mean, before we started dating, I did get fingered and all by a couple exes, but not this."

He nodded. "Okay, so I won't do anything crazy. I'll be gentle."

He rested his hands consolingly on her knees, but she didn't feel all too consoled, still not entirely comfortable with the idea.

"It's just kind of weird to think about. I don't get why guys even want to be down there."

"Because we want to make our girls feel good," Lucas said with a smile. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won't hurt you."

"I know. I trust you, Huckleberry," Maya said. "But I also can't give you a blowjob in return, you know? I don't know how I feel about that yet."

"That's fine. I wasn't asking for one, and I'm not going to pressure you to."

"You're awfully confident about this. Have you done this before?"

"No, but I've wanted to." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm a teenage guy. I did my research. Extensively. For several years."

"Perv." Maya chuckled. "You're too enthusiastic about this."

"Do you want me to do this, Maya?" Lucas asked, gently massaging her leg. "It's your choice."

She searched his eyes for a second, contemplating whether she should or not. On the one hand, she was curious as to what all the rage was about receiving oral, but on the other hand, Lucas' mouth would be between her legs. Just that thought alone perturbed her in some ways. She still didn't get why he wanted to eat her out, but he looked like he really wanted to and who knew. Maybe she would like it just as much as he seemed to think it was going to be great. Maya nodded, slowly at first and then with more conviction. It couldn't be that weird if so many people talked about it like it was the best thing about sex.

"Yeah." She licked her lips. "Okay, let's try it."

"Okay."

He slowly spread her knees apart and tugged her panties down her thighs, trailed them off her calves and then the rest of the way. Maya's face erupted in colour and she stared resolutely at the ceiling instead of at Lucas looking between her legs. This was one of the most intense things she'd ever experienced. It was one thing for him to have his fingers there when she was wearing her clothes, but she was completely and totally bare and quite literally spreading her legs and letting him see everything. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, an odd mix of apprehension and lust making it hard for her to sort her thoughts.

Lucas kissed the inside of her thigh and Maya's breath hitched, her heart rate skyrocketing in her chest when she felt his hot breath on the juncture between her legs. She stiffened, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited.

"Relax, Maya." Lucas snorted. "It's okay."

"Lucas, it's just really embarrassing. I mean, isn't it weird down there?"

He didn't say anything, his only response a trail of slow kisses up her inner thigh. Maya swallowed thickly, anticipation mounting as he nipped his way to her most sensitive spot. He lifted her legs, setting them on his shoulders as he steadily approached the space between her legs.

And then his mouth found its destination.

It felt weird to Maya at first, not particularly like anything. She could feel his lips against her, but nothing in particular stood out to her, and it didn't feel like much other than a few kisses here and there. And then her breath hitched when she felt his tongue stroke her slowly on languid lick. She gasped, her toes curling in pleasure as she threw her head back against her pillow as he continued to lick her in slow, easy circles in her most sensitive place.

"Oh, God, yes…" she breathed out, her body humming in pleasure as spasms of heat burst through her.

Maya groaned softly, trying to catch her breath as he lapped at her, sucking her off and eating her out meticulously. Shallow pants escaped her lips and she screwed her eyes shut in concentration, fisting her covers when he trailed his fingers up, brushing her clit. She moaned, her body burning up and her heart pounding so hard and so recklessly in her chest as she started to lose control. It was sweet, sweet torture and she shuddered, a fire scorching through her body from the sensation.

It felt amazing to have his mouth working her to oblivion, sucking and flicking and just barely pressing his tongue inside her. It was one thing to masturbate for herself and make herself come. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to make herself feel the best, but it was a whole other to have someone else pleasure her. She'd never known ecstasy like this could exist in her life.

"L-Lucas!" she cried out in pleasure, her back arching sharply when he dragged his tongue lazily across her and pressed a finger into her folds.

It felt unbelievable, his lips where she ached most, his tongue trailing a wet path around and through her center, his finger pumping slowly, slowly driving her mad as she started to fall apart at the seams. She couldn't get enough.

He flicked her clit with his tongue and then sucked on it, just hard enough that Maya jolted from the spasms of pleasure that wracked her body. It was overwhelming and Maya cried out, spreading her legs almost involuntarily to give him more access, her fingers clawing into Lucas' hair, pressure building under her navel, tightening and tightening as Lucas kept up his persistent motions. Her legs quivered violently as she approached her blinding release.

A series of breathless, high pitched whimpers cascaded through her bedroom, ricocheting off the walls that sounded so dirty and wanton that Maya wondered if those sounds really came from her mouth. She clammed up as she tried to catch her breath, snapping her mouth shut, appalled that she had actually made a noise like that. Lucas chuckled, lifting up his head and watching her with a raised brow.

"Maya, you're like… really fucking wet." Lucas started laughing, wiping the wetness from his mouth and the lower part of his face.

Maya sat up on her elbows, mortified when she felt the uncomfortable dampness surrounding her hips and ass. There was practically a damn lake under her. Her covers were soaked, a darkened puddle underneath her. It was horrible.

"I knew this was a bad idea!" She tried to snap her legs closed, her face burning with a blush, but Lucas stopped her, looking entirely too amused. "Stop laughing!"

"No, don't get embarrassed. It's hot."

"Shut up, Sundance."

"It's okay, Maya," he said, though his shoulders were still shaking with his snickers. "I like it."

"It's not funny." Maya folded her legs up to her chest with a frown, closing them and feeling the urge to punch Lucas in the face. "You know what? We're done with this."

"Aww, don't be like that," he said. "You were enjoying it before."

"Yeah, until you started laughing. We're moving on."

"Fair enough," he said in low tone of voice, crawling over her with a mischievous smile. "If by moving on, you mean I get to live out my fantasies, then I'm all for it, Shortstack."

She tugged him down by his shoulders, meeting his lips in a slow, heated kiss as she wrapped her arms around his back. It was a little odd tasting herself on his lips, not necessarily gross, and there wasn't a flavour per se, but it was strange to think about. He slanted his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue in her mouth and rearranging himself so he was nestled more snuggly between her legs. Lucas made a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat when Maya lifted her hips up and pressed herself against his arousal.

She dragged her hands from his back to the front of his jeans, unclasping the button and trying to shove them down from his hips. They got caught somewhere near his knees and Maya laughed as she struggled the get them off.

"Get on the bottom, Huckleberry," Maya said against his lips. "I can't get your pants off."

Lucas rolled them over so Maya was on top. He kicked off his pants the rest of the way and Maya sat back on his throbbing erection. She inhaled slowly, surprised by how rigid and hot it was, straining against his boxers and pressing against her rather fervently, alert and ready as if eagerly seeking out its sanctuary inside her. She gave an experimental roll of her hips and Lucas sucked in a startled breath, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. She chuckled under her breath, leaning over him and meeting his gaze as he watched her, this indecipherable look in his eyes that set the butterflies in her stomach alight.

"What?" she asked quietly.

"Nothing." He rubbed her thighs slowly. "I just… I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world."

Maya felt her face flush, a small smile on his face as he watched her, a warmth in his eyes that made her heart double time in her chest. Even when they were in junior high, he'd always looked at her like that, and Maya couldn't lie that it made her feel like she was actually worth something to someone.

"Stop, you sap."

He pulled her down to him and she kissed him again, affectionate and soft as she slowly rolled her hips on him. Lucas inhaled unsteadily, his breath warm and erratic against her lips. Maya moaned quietly, surrendering herself to the intensity of his arousal pushing between her legs, his hands gently palming her breasts. They kissed each other slowly, thoroughly, hands drifting over each other's naked skin, caressing each other.

And then her phone suddenly started ringing.

Maya didn't notice it, lost in the incredible feeling of Lucas' erection repeatedly brushing against her clit, and eventually, the background noise stopped. But when it started ringing once again, Lucas paused, breaking their kiss and staring up at Maya in slight confusion. It jarred them out of their haze of lust. Maya chose to ignore it, pressing kisses to his cheek and his jaw and sucking on his neck.

"Maya. Your phone," he said, his voice a little husky.

"Ignore it." Maya muttered, taking his earlobe in her teeth and tugging gently as she gyrated on his lap.

He groaned, grasping her ass and stopping her hips when her phone continued to ring. "What if it's your mom though?"

"Urgh, fine."

She reached over and snatched her phone up from her nightstand, irritated with whoever had ruined the moment.

"Hello?" she muttered, not altogether pleasantly.

"Hiya baby girl. Just checking up on ya. Everything going alright?"

Shit. It was her mom.

Lucas took advantage of her current distracted state to take control, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Maya nearly moaned, giving him a look to cut it out. He responded by licking her neck, nipping the skin with his teeth just hard enough to leave a mark. Maya tried to sit up quickly to get away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly in place.

"Maya? You there?"

"Yeah, everything is fine," Maya said, trying to hold back her breathless sighs when Lucas sucked on her neck. "…I'm trying to work on a project."

Maya folded her lips in, keeping her mouth shut and trying to keep her surprised squeal at bay when Lucas suddenly flipped them over, his fingers wedging into her side, clearly threatening to tickle her. His devious shit-eating grin told her all she needed to know. She mouthed at him to stop, squirming under him, and trying to get out of his grasp though it was no use.

"Okay. Have you figured out what you're going to eat for dinner? I left some money in the jar, so feel free to order takeout if you and Lucas are hungry."

Maya froze, stiffening and suddenly anxious. He must have heard his name through the call because he stopped, lifting his head and staring up at her in surprise.

"Uh… yeah." Maya nervously tucked some loose hair behind her ear. "Wait, how did you know Lucas was over?"

She swore, if her mom left some hidden cameras in her room or was standing somewhere watching them right now, Maya would die of embarrassment.

"You said you were working on a project. The only one I can remember you had was with Lucas, right? For history?"

"R-right. Yeah. Yeah, he's here. We're working on the project."

Lucas rose a brow, giving her an incredulous look for her clearly suspicious rambling. She ignored him, chewing on her lower lip. She was nervous, and it threw off her chill. She had thought for a moment that he mother knew what they were up to.

"Okay, don't forget to get something to eat."

"Okay, Mom."

"I'll see you when I get back home, baby girl. Be safe."

Maya's eyes widened, her heart nearly stopping in her chest. "Wait what? Why would you say be safe?"

"…Because you need to make sure you remember to lock up when it gets late," Katy responded slowly. "I always tell you that. Maya, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Sorry. I was just distracted. It's okay. See you later."

She hung up the call quickly, exhaling slowly and hoping that through all of her floundering, her mother hadn't somehow put two and two together and understood exactly what kind of things were transpiring in her bedroom as of that moment. Her mother may have been a screwball sometimes, but she was pretty damn perceptive when she wanted to be. She probably knew what they were up to; it was fairly obvious what two people in a relationship would do when granted privacy.

"Is everything okay?" Lucas asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah. Just uh… Let's just continue. Or go for it. Or whatever. I'm ready. You brought condoms?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Their eyes met, and they both swallowed hard as they stared at each other, understanding that this was it. The moment that they finally went to the next level. Lucas was gazing down at her like she was his whole world, and Maya's heart skipped a beat in her chest.

"What's up? You're looking at me like that again."

"Like what? Like I love you?" Lucas murmured. "Like I'm so madly, deeply in love with you that the world stops spinning on its axis every time I see your smile?"

She could feel her face warm in embarrassment. "Don't be cheesy."

He grinned. "Like the very sight of your face makes me want to move mountains for you?"

She laughed, pushing against his shoulders. "Stop, you corndog."

"I love you, Maya," Lucas said seriously, tenderly stroking her cheek.

Her pulse was racing unbelievably fast as she gazed up at him. It took them forever and a day to get to this point, but they were finally there. A couple with no boundaries, ready to take the next step of their relationship.

"I love you too, Lucas."

He leaned down over the edge of the bed, rummaging around in his school bag for the condoms. Maya let out the long breath she'd been holding, staring up at her ceiling and trying to quell her slight shaking.

It was going to happen. And Maya started to grow really scared. There were so many ways this could end badly. What if they both hated it? What if sex changed things for the worst, and they wouldn't be able to talk anymore or spend time together? What if they got awkward, and it broke their relationship?

They really were going fast. Almost too fast, and her apprehensions grew. She knew this moment had been coming, but now that it was here, Maya didn't know how she felt about it. It wasn't like she was having second thoughts exactly, but she definitely didn't feel altogether ready anymore. She was starting to realize that there would be some pretty severe emotional repercussions from having sex with Lucas. This would undoubtedly change things between them and all of a sudden, Maya knew if they did this, she'd be dropping all her walls for him for good.

That meant nothing to protect her heart.

A sudden fear gripped her chest.

"…Lucas, wait—"

"Shit," he suddenly said, straightening up and running his hand through his hair. "I can't find the condoms."

Maya rose up on her elbows with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"I think I left them on my bed."

"Really, Huckleberry?" she drawled.

Only he would be dorky enough to leave his condoms lying around and forget to bring them.

"Sorry. I was rushing to get here on time, and I was kind of wigging out. I must have forgotten to put them in my bag."

She wanted to be frustrated, she honestly did, but Maya couldn't lie, she was feeling relief above all. She'd been hesitating and with this new development, it nailed the hammer in the coffin for her that she didn't want this to happen that night.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," Lucas said apologetically.

"You're such a dork."

"Well, do you have any condoms?"

"I mean, maybe my mom might have some, but I wouldn't even know where to check. Plus anything having to do with my mom and whatever drawers she keeps unmentionables and sex toys or anything having to do with sex? I don't think about."

Lucas sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, slouching, his arms resting on his knees. Maya sat up completely, feeling a bit awkward as she scratched at her arm. Their evening had become a total bust.

"So what do we do?" he asked.

She shrugged, staring at the stain on her comforter. "I don't know."

He glanced at her over his shoulder. "I could go buy some from the convenience store really quickly."

"Honestly, I'm not really in the mood anymore."

"You're not in the mood." Lucas said dryly, raising a brow.

"Yeah. Your dorkiness fucked that up."

He stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes slightly narrowed as if he didn't quite believe her. "What do you want to do then?"

Maya pulled her underwear from the ground and tugged it on before grabbing her shirt and putting it back on as well. She crawled over to Lucas and cuddled up next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know. Let's just order out. Or can we cuddle or something? I just…" Maya grimaced slightly. "I don't want to have sex anymore."

"Okay… What happened?" He wrapped his arm around her waist. "You were pretty enthusiastic about it earlier. Was it something I did?"

"You didn't do anything." Maya sighed. "I got scared. I thought I was ready, but I'm just not, Lucas. Sex is a pretty big deal. And I don't know if I'm ready to really open that door all the way. I love you, don't get me wrong—"

"But you're not ready to break down all your walls, yet." He grinned playfully. "Pun intended."

Maya rolled her eyes, but snorted. "Yeah. That. It's a really big step, and I don't want us to jump into it unless we know for sure this is what we want."

Until she knew fully and 100% that they were sticking this relationship out. Because Maya knew she would get even more attached to Lucas than she already was, and if he ended up leaving after this, it would mess her up pretty badly. She knew Lucas would never hurt her, but they'd had so many troubles just to end up in a relationship through the years. She didn't really know what to expect.

"Yeah, I kind of know what you mean," Lucas said, staring at one of the paintings on her wall. "It's like a no turning back thing. And I think you need time to think about whether you really want to go to the no turning back point with me."

"That isn't to say I don't love you though," she added quickly.

"I never doubted that you do. It's okay to have reservations." Lucas rubbed Maya's side, kissing her head softly. "You've got trust issues and you need to know that what you're walking into isn't something that will ruin you. You need time to think, and I understand that."

Maya sighed in relief and relaxed against his side. She was so lucky that she had an understanding boyfriend who actually cared about her comfort and well-being. She'd had a string of boyfriends at some time who had definitely been bad for her, but she'd convinced herself were the perfect guys. But Lucas had definitely shown her what a good boyfriend truly was, as he continued to do so every day. She loved him so much.

"This won't make things weird between us, right?"

"Well… considering the fact that you've given me near blue balls for the second time in a row and left me to take care of it myself?" He nudged her playfully, a teasing smirk on his lips. "It probably will."

"You're so annoying." Maya rolled her eyes, though his stupid joke had managed to make her smile. "Go take care of your problem, Heehaw."

He did look uncomfortable, and his erection was probably chafing really badly against his boxers. She knew how bad it was to not reach completion. Lucas stood up with a grunt, his motions a bit stiff as he stretched out the kinks in his limbs. Then he turned around, lifting up her chin gently and kissing her softly.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, his sea-foam gaze concerned as he brushed his thumb across her cheek.

Maya nodded sincerely, honestly feeling like she was okay. Her talk with Lucas had actually helped quell most of her nerves, and thanks to him being so understanding, she didn't feel so embarrassed about it anymore.

"Good."

Lucas grabbed his shirt from the ground and walked slowly out of her room, making his way to the bathroom down the hallway. Once he'd left, Maya sighed, stepping off her bed to grab a pair of shorts and tug them on.

She'd thought she was ready, but maybe she hadn't thought about it as long as she should have because the more she thought about it now, the more reservations she had. This was a huge step and maybe she wasn't quite in the right mindset yet. And she knew if she wasn't in the right mindset, it wouldn't feel right. And the last thing she wanted was for them to have sex only for it to ruin their relationship.

They had literally just cleared up everything that afternoon at school. She'd thought at length about the physical aspect of sex and had made herself ready for that side of it, but she hadn't had a chance to really assess the emotional side and what it would mean for her and Lucas.

She had quite a few things to think about. But as soon as she worked out her concerns, she would definitely be ready for it.

Maybe she'd give it a day or two.