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         He picked me up with ease, this made me feel sexy. It's not always easy to pick up a girl who is 5'9 and not exactly a stick. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way his strong arms wrapped around my waist made me feel so safe, but I had never felt so beautiful. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes that sparkled with desire and gave me his usual "I’m damn sexy and I know it" crooked and a little bit sheepish smile.
Next thing I knew my legs were intertwined and wrapped around his defined upper body as I was carried to the bed and playfully thrown down onto the soft down comforter. He fell gently on top of me and kissed my neck hungrily through my tousled blonde curls that fell just a few inches below my shoulders.
I could feel my entire body shiver as his kiss traveled through my spine. He had a way of making his roughness seem sensual at the same time. I could feel his lips all the way to my bone yet it made me smile.
He looked up at me then began to travel down my body; his weight on top of me was helping to slow my already rapid breathing. I could tell he was enjoying the pleasure that he was beginning to sense in my tightening body, I knew better than to boost his already through the roof ego, but he was good at what he was doing.
I don' t really know when my jeans ended up on the floor, or how he got my tight black t-shirt off so fast, but there I was bra and panties, on his bed taking in every inch of his body, every curve, every indent and defining line, wanting desperately to kiss his lips. So I did, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to my face, letting our lips meet, then part, hungrily exploring the ways in which our lips can fit together. He rolled me on top of him and I could feel our bodies gyrating together. His hands were on my hips directing every motion of my body, barley separating our mouths until...
"Do you want to fuck" was the question he stopped to ask, okay so he's not Mr. Romance, but he sure had a way of making me crazy.
Trying hard to think clearly I nodded. "Yes?" he asked hopefully, "yea" was my quite breathless response. I rolled onto the other side of the bed as he reached down to the floor where his jeans had ended up and pulled the small shiny package out of pocket. I lay staring at the ceiling as he expertly slips on the condom.
"Tell me if you’re not okay" he told me softly kissing my lips as he slowly pushed his way into my body.

I think it's time I back up, how did we get here? Nathaniel was a slut. I wasn't, in fact I was a virgin. This sort of rendezvous had been occurring for months, just never reaching the stage of actual intercourse. I knew this drove Nat up the wall, but we weren't dating and I wasn't ready. In the early stages of these drunken make out sessions the question of virginity was brought up, and for some strange and bizarre reason in these moments we would have the most honest discussions so I told him, Yes, I was a virgin and No I did not want to have sex.
He took this relatively well considering he was so used to having it handed to him, and probably still was. He enjoyed the challenge, in fact he relished the idea of being "my first", not because he cared for me, or even me for him in that sense, this was strictly lust and a lot of it. From the beginning it was apparent that we both wanted each other, bad. Our reasoning may have appeared different but when it gets down to it, we wanted what we couldn't have; we were attracted to each other’s virtues and vices.
I never did like the idea of being with someone who had the sort of record that Nathaniel had, but at the same time I couldn’t help but be sucked in. He was a jackass, that was a well known fact, but he was always sweet to me (of course he was, he wanted in my pants) but it worked even still. He had a type of spell, magic, charm that just sucked me right into him.
So here we were on the bed inching further into the unknown (or very known depending on which perspective we are looking at this from). It didn't hurt, I didn't bleed. It felt strange and foreign I began to get wrapped up in taking in this new feeling "are you ok?" he asked sweetly (or was it out of obligation?) I pulled him closer to my pounding chest and kissed him (he took that as a yes) and began to push harder, faster in and out I could feel my abs tighten and my body lift slightly from the bed. I could hear his breathing get faster, rougher, and hungrier.
A slight moan escaped me uncontrollably and I could hear the same from him "Jesus Emily" he exclaimed when I began to get comfortable and the slight discomfort that was there disappeared.
Soon after he collapsed on top of me and we lay, our naked bodies hot and sticky form the heat of his bedroom, every inch of us touching.
"So what did you think of sex?" was the next question.