I frowned slightly at her words. Didn't she realize that there were no other girls that could compare to her? She was the only one that had turned me on in months. I'd had to fantasize about her when I was with other girls. I pulled away from her slightly as I realized I needed to tell her about Penelope.

"I need to tell you something." I ran my hands through her hair and took a deep brief. She looked back at me with bright expectant eyes. I could see the want in her expression. I knew if I told her now I would ruin the moment. I knew that everything would be ruined if I told her what had happened in the back of the truck.

"Yes Rhett?" She prompted me after a few seconds. I felt her hands around my waist and I knew that this was a defining moment for both of us.

"I want you so badly." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. It wasn't a line, but the absolute truth. "I want you so badly that I'm scared that this moment won't be everything you want it to be and I want it to be perfect, Clemmie. I want every second to be perfect."

"It will be” she whispered.

"I don't want it to be in here. I want it to be in my bed, in my house."

"But..." Her voice trailed off.

"I've never taken anyone back there Clem. You're the only one that's slept in that bed."

"Sleep being the operative word?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"No one has been in that bed with me." I shook my head. "So it will be both of our first times."

"Funny." She smiled at me and ran her hands down her back. "I still want to stay here tonight though."

"But, we're not going to..." I started and then stopped. "But we don't need to rush into that. Just being together will be good."

"Are you sure you're okay with that!" Her eyes searched mine, "I know it's not different to our usual routine. But it kinda is."

"Hey, let's watch a movie and order some pizza and just chill." I smiled. "I'm always down for spending time with you."

"They have a hot tub here as well." She smiled. "I was thinking we could go in there tonight."

"Really now?" I grinned. "Do you have a bathing suit with you?"

"No." She winked at me. "But I'll make something work."

"That sounds interesting."

"Interesting?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I threw my hands up in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey. I might be a player, but I'm not a pimp. I don't have sexy lines ready for every occasion."

"Why not?" She grinned and she ran over to the bed and jumped onto it.

"Wow, it's super soft."

"Are you trying to tease me?" I walked over to the bed quickly and flopped down next to her and took her in my arms. She curled up next to me and I ran my hands down the sides of her waist.

“Maybe.”

“I told you, not here.” I grinned at her and ran my fingers to her butt and squeezed her butt cheeks.

“You’re such a tease.” She pouted at me and her brown eyes laughed at me.

“Oh?” I smirked and pushed my fingers between her legs and rubbed gently.

“Rhett.” She groaned and bit her lower lip, her eyes widening as I teased her slowly.

“Yes, dear?” I grinned and moved my hand back to her ass.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“Nah.” I laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you okay?” Her expression changed and she looked at me seriously.

“Yes, why?” I frowned.

“I meant about earlier.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I just realized we never finished talking about your mom.”

“Clementine, now is not the time to talk about my mom.” I sighed. “To be honest, I never need to talk about her again.”

“I just wanted to…” She started and I leaned forward and kissed her to shut her up. Her eyes widened as I bit down on her lower lip, hard, and kissed her more forcefully. My hands moved her closer to me and I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself on top of her body. I wasn’t going to f**k her, but I was going to have her begging me to. I smiled to myself as I thought about what I was going to do to her. She wasn’t going to know where her body ended and mine started when I was finished with her. And yet, she still wouldn’t have her release. At least not here. Not tonight. I pulled away from her and yanked her top off of her body. Her br**sts were almost spilling out of her bra.

“Is that the right size?” I looked down at her and smiled.

“What?” She looked up at me in a daze.

“Your bra seems a bit, uh, small.” I laughed and ran my fingers over the tops of her breasts. “I’m not sure they’re meant to spill over like this.”

“You’re such a jerk.” She shook her head and laughed.

“So??” I waited. “Too small huh?”

“Yes, it’s a bit small.” She smiled up at me. “I thought if I bought a smaller size, it would make them look perkier.”

“They don’t need to look any perkier.” I lifted her up and undid her bra. “Not at all.” I stared at her na**d br**sts and grinned. Then I reached my hands down and squeezed her nipples. I watched as they hardened and smiled before running my fingers over them lightly. “You have beautiful real breasts.”

“Huh?” She moaned slightly and looked up at me puzzled.

“Nothing.” I laughed. “Tomas and I just saw this chick with fake breasts.”

“I see.” She gave me a look. “How did you know they were fake?”

“Well,” I paused. Normally, I would tell her the truth. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if I had already told her the truth about what had happened that night. However, as I sat there with her on the bed, I didn’t want to tell her how I knew. It felt cheap. And I felt like it would make this moment cheap. I didn’t want her to think I was in the habit of playing with girl’s breasts. I didn’t want her to think that this wasn’t special to me. Because in all seriousness, it meant everything to me. I didn’t take this moment light-heartedly. Yes, I’ve squeezed a lot of br**sts and played with a lot of nipples. I’ve titty f**ked and sucked with the best of them. Yet, none of them had been as beautiful to me. In this moment, I felt as if this were the first time I’d ever truly appreciated just how wonderful br**sts were. “Tomas told me.” I shrugged and lied. “He felt them up at a bar.”

“Did you feel them up to?” I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she asked me the question. She didn’t want to know the truth. I was almost sure of it.

“Of course not.” I shook my head. “Do you think I’m sort of pig?”

“Of course I do.” She laughed, but I could tell she looked pleased at my answer. “What sort of guy asks a girl if she bought the wrong sized bra?”

“A guy with knowledge of br**sts and bras.” I winked at her and she groaned.

“Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re a breast man, huh?”

“I can’t lie. I love br**sts and butts equally.” I licked my lips. “I love to f**k a girl from behind and grab her titties and then…” I stopped. “Okay, maybe that’s too much info.”

“It’s fine.” She reached up and stroked my face. “You don’t have to speak to me differently, now that you know me more intimately.”

“I guess.” I paused and then bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it gently. She writhed on the bed beneath me and I started nibbling on it as well. She moaned loudly and I could feel myself growing hard as she moved below me. I moved my mouth over to her other nipple and sucked on it with more pressure. It was hard as a rock and I knew that Clementine was just as horny as me. My fingers made their way down her stomach quickly and to her pants. I undid her button quickly and slipped my fingers down into my panties. I groaned as I touched her wetness. She was soaking and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing her cl*troughly, wanting to get her even wetter.

“Rhett,” she groaned underneath me.

“Yes, Clementine.” I muttered against her nipple as I licked it with my tongue.

“You put your fingers in my panties so quickly now.” She laughed. “There’s no hesitation whatsoever.”

“Well you know.” I grinned. “I figured I don’t need to ask. We’ve been friends for years.”

“All I want to know.” She gasped. “Is why you haven’t done it before now?”

I looked up into her face, her eyes were filled with desire and she had a cute little smile on her face as she gazed at me.

“I want to know the same thing.” I muttered before leaning down to kiss her. “I think of all those nights we wasted.”

“I don’t know that my parents would have been so cool with you staying over if they’d seen your fingers in my panties.” She grinned at me.

“Or your lips on my cock.” I winked at her.

“You haven’t felt my lips on your c**k yet.”

“I’m hoping that tonight…” I winked at her again and she blushed.

“We’ll see.” She licked her lips and I groaned and kissed her hard again. She kissed me back passionately and I felt her arms on my back trying to pull my shirt up.

“You trying to get me na**d or something?”

“Or something.” She moaned and I sat up straight and pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. “Take your pants off as well.” She muttered and I looked down at her in surprise and then laughed.

“Bossy boots.” I said as I jumped up and pulled my jeans off. “Shall I take these off as well?” I pointed to my boxers and she nodded softly, watching me carefully. I pulled my boxers off slowly and she gasped as she stared at my hard cock. It was pointing out and she reached out to touch it gingerly. “Oh shit, Clementine.” I groaned as she ran her fingers up the shaft and then squeezed the tip.

“You’re hard.” She ran her fingers back and forth and then reached under and grabbed my balls gently.

“And getting even harder.” I bent down and pulled her jeans off and then looked at her. “Can I take your panties off?”

“Yes.” She nodded and then paused. “Do you think it’s a good idea though?”

“What do you mean?” I stopped yanking them down and looked at her partially exposed pussy.

“I mean, if we’re both na**d and we’re not going to have sex.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Do you think it will be easy to stop?”

“I’ll stop.” I nodded, feeling confident of my abilities to control the situation.

“Okay.” She grinned. “I don’t mind if you don’t, by the way.” Her fingers ran to her br**sts and she touched them casually and licked her lips.

“What are you doing?” My eyes narrowed as I stared at her. I could feel myself growing even harder.

“I wanted to see what my br**sts felt like, seeing as you were so enamored with them.”

“You’ve never touched your breasts?”

“Only to wash them, never in a sexual way.”

“Have you ever masturbated?” I continued pulling her panties down and then looked back up at her.

“Not really.” She shook her head.

“What do you mean, not really?” My eyes narrowed and I lay down next to her.

“I’ve tried to touch myself, but it didn’t really feel like anything.”

“I see.” I grinned then and ran my fingers to her pussy. “We’ll change that.”

“How?” She frowned and ran her hands down my chest.

“I’ll teach you what to do and we can get some toys.”

“Oh.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Okay.”

“I’ll keep them though.” My fingers found her cl*tagain and rubbed. “I don’t want you using them without me.”

“Why not?” She gasped as I slipped two fingers inside of her.

“I don’t want you coming when I’m not there.” I groaned as she spread her legs and started moaning. “Maybe if I’m on the phone, but not by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t want to do it without you.” She gasped out and I laughed.

“Trust me, you will want to and you might even try, but I promise you that it will never be as good as it is with me.”

“Oh, Rhett.” She groaned as I moved my fingers faster. “I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“Just relax and let go.” I whispered in her ear and then bit her earlobe. She closed her eyes and I could feel her losing herself in the moment. I removed my fingers just as I felt her body tensing.

“What are you doing?” She opened her eyes and groaned.

“Let’s try something.” I grinned at her.

“What?” She looked at me with desire filled eyes.

“I want you to move your legs up to my face.”

“Uh, okay.” She frowned. “And?”

“And move your head down to my cock.”

“Oh.” Her eyes lit up. “You want to ‘69’?”

“Are you down for trying it?”

“Yes.” She nodded eagerly and got on her knees and turned around. She got on top of me and straddled me, her face right in front of my cock. She bent down and took me in her mouth quickly and I pulled her back quickly. Her cool breath felt delicious on my c**k and I knew that if she sucked me too hard and fast I wouldn’t last very long.