About half way through, in the middle of a song Erin was surprised to hear played at a high school dance, she and Sean ran into Sheridan. Her friend, very red in the face, was telling off her boyfriend in a hissing undertone. It looked rather ugly, so the two of them intervened.
"Danny," Sean said, "is everything all right?" He gave the handsome faced blond haired boy a hard look.
"No, I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to go home."
"I’ll drive you," Sean offered. "You don’t mind, do you, Erin?"
She didn’t want the evening to end so soon, but Sheridan was more important. "Of course not."
"No, I’ll take her," Jake sighed wearily.
"Danny, is that what you want?"
Sheridan looked at Erin for a long moment. "I don’t want to interrupt your evening. Jake can drive me. I’ll see you Monday, okay?"
"Sure sweetie." She hugged her friend. "Thanks."
The couple left.
"I hope she breaks up with him soon. I really don’t like that guy."
"Me either. You know, I may encourage her not to wait until after the S.A.T. She needs him out of her life now. He’s becoming a pest."
"What do you mean?"
"It’s high school, Sean. He wants to sleep with her."
Sean’s jaw clenched.
"She keeps telling him no, but he’s not listening. I’m a little worried about all the pressure he’s putting on her."
"Sheridan won’t succumb. She’s one of the most stubbornly upright people I’ve ever known."
"Yeah, but she doesn’t need it. It’s disrespectful, you know?"
"Yes, it is. Erin, do you want to dance some more?"
"Not really. Actually, it’s kind of stuffy in here. Would it be all right if we step outside for a minute?"
"Okay."
Out in the parking lot, the evergreen-scented coolness of an autumn evening quickly washed away the sweaty sensation of a crowded dance floor. The quiet whispering of the breeze through the pines surrounding the back lot of the school sounded sensual, sweet. Erin’s dress was not particularly warm though, and she shivered a little. Sean put his arm around her waist, lending her his heat. She leaned on him, her head against his shoulder.
Neither of them wanted to speak. Both knew they shouldn’t be this close, especially in a semi-private setting, but maybe if no one said anything, maybe it wouldn’t really be wrong. A little gust of icy wind sent Erin even closer into the shelter of Sean’s body. His free arm angled across her back to rest on her shoulder. Her forehead warmed as Sean leaned his cheek against it. She slid her arms around his neck.
Afterwards, neither one was sure who moved first, but suddenly, unexpectedly, they were kissing. It started simply enough, a feather light brush of mouth on mouth. The second kiss was more, much more, harder, sweeter. Another moment passed and Sean’s mouth opened on Erin’s, his tongue pressing her lips. She let him in. He kissed her deeply and she responded with all the innocent eagerness of youth. She wanted this. The amazing thing was that he seemed to as well.
After several long moments, Sean released Erin’s mouth, and they both stood, slightly winded, looking at each other with dazed expressions.
Sean spoke first. "I’m sorry, Erin. I don’t know what came over me."
"Maybe you were entranced by my stunning beauty," she said, her voice harshly ironic.
"Don’t put yourself down. You are beautiful. But it’s not right for me to kiss you."
"Why? This goes a bit beyond trying to do your sister a favor. Am I wrong to say you kissed me because you wanted to?"
"No, you’re not wrong. I did want to. And I didn’t come tonight as a favor to Danny. It was a favor to you. But Erin, you’re too young. I can’t be with you now, even if I really want to."
Erin looked at him for a moment, considering whether it was worthwhile to ask a question. Finally she steeled herself and said, "Do you?"
Sean sighed. "I do. I mean, you’re a great girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you, but I don’t want to get arrested."
"I’m eighteen, you know. My birthday was a couple of weeks ago."
Thinking for a moment, he realized he did know that. He’d been making plans to stay away from home the second week of September for as long as he could remember. It was bad enough having to help clean up after everyone else’s birthday parties, but being forced to help out with one for a non-family member was the limit for his teenage motivation. "That’s right, I remember," He told her, "but I’m not a teen, not anymore."
"I don’t care."
"I do. If you’re done dancing, you should really let me take you home."
"Yes, I think that would be good. Let’s get out of here before the crowd disperses and we’re caught in their wake."
She walked to the car, telling herself that she really ought to be grateful for that kiss. It was much more than she had expected from this evening, a beautiful bonus for her fairy tale moment. But she wasn’t grateful. She was frustrated. She wanted more, and she absolutely hated the fact that she was still a teenager, still in school, and at the mercy of everyone else’s opinions and decisions. Why couldn’t she just grow up?
Sean was wrestling with his own internal dilemma as he drove toward Erin’s house. Despite the objective knowledge that kissing his sister’s best friend was really a terrible idea, he couldn’t regret it. She had been delicious in his arms, delicate and passionate and so very sweet. He wanted another, several more really. He wanted…Erin, all of her. What was wrong with him that his desire was fixated on this young girl? Even though it might be legal for him to be with her, she was still in high school. It wouldn’t be right.
But she had felt so right in his arms. He wanted her there again. The thought of not holding or kissing Erin anymore caused a greater pang than he had expected. When had this small woman become so important to him that he wanted to claim her for his own? No, more than wanted to, would have to. There really was no help for it. Controversy be damned. Unless she said no, there was going to have to be a good deal more this evening.
He reached across and took her hand in his, raising it to his lips.
"Erin…" he swallowed hard, "that was a really amazing kiss."
"Yes. I loved it."
"I want more."
"Me too. Are you still having a hard time with my being in high school?"
"Yes, but it can’t be changed for a year or so, can it?"
"Not until I graduate."
"Not soon enough. I want you right now. I’m pretty sure I’ll still want you after you graduate though."
"What are you saying, Sean?" Erin’s heart was pounding.
"That if you want me to drop you off and leave, tell me now. Otherwise, you had better plan to see me a lot more often in the future."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"So, then, is this a beginning for…us?"
"It is. That is to say, after tonight, there’s going to be an ‘us’, unless you tell me otherwise."
Erin could scarcely believe her ears. How could it be that Sean, who was so amazing, and hot, and…everything was talking to her about wanting a relationship? There was no way he could he be serious.
"Don’t play with me that way, Sean. I’m nothing special."
"Of course you’re special. There’s no reason why I wouldn’t want to be with you. I’m not playing games, I promise. Besides, you only need to worry about yourself. You decide if you want me. I’ve already decided I want you."
"Are you kidding? As long as I’ve had a crush on you?"
"That’s what I thought."
Erin sat in silence for an endless moment, trying to take it all in. "I can’t believe this is really happening, Sean. It’s like a dream."
"It’s no dream. You’re sure your parents are gone for the whole weekend?"
"Yes."
"Good, because we’re here."
Hand in hand they walked into the house. Erin led Sean to her bedroom, knowing full well what
was coming next. She wasn’t wrong. Sean pulled her into his arms for another one of those deep drugging kisses, his tongue pressing into her mouth. She made a soft humming noise as his hand slid into her hair, releasing the pins and letting the chocolate colored mass fall around her back. He let go of her mouth for a moment and just looked down at her. She was so very pretty, girl next door pretty, the kind you married. Her warm brown eyes were soft with passion and her lips were very pink and parted slightly. He took that as an invitation, sliding his tongue back inside, caressing her mouth. He could feel her strong little hands loosening his shirt from his pants and sliding inside, touching his skin. This was moving very quickly.
"Erin?"
"Hmmmm?"
"How far do you want to go tonight?"
"All the way. I want you Sean. I want you so much."
"Have you done this before?"
She shook her head.
"I don’t know if I can feel right about taking your virginity. It’s kind of our first date."
"You wouldn’t be taking it. I’m giving it to you. Unless you don’t want it?"
Sean’s eyes turned dark. "I do want it. I’m just not sure why you do."
"Because I do. That’s all. Seriously, you know how much I like you, Sean. Sometimes you just have to grab onto an opportunity or you’ll regret it forever. This is that kind of opportunity. Life is uncertain. Twenty year marriages can end overnight. I’m here, tonight, with you, and there’s nowhere else I want to be. It’s magical. Can’t we make it even more magical?"
"I just don’t want you to regret this." The concern in his voice was touching.
"I won’t." She sounded excited, eager, and certain.
"If it were anyone else?"
"I wouldn’t have gone to the dance at all. I would be alone now practicing my oboe. I only want to do this with you."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, a little shyly.
"Let’s make a different kind of music."
She smiled. Reaching down, she caught the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it over her head. She could see he was a little surprised at her boldness, but really, what choice was there? She had no confidence in her ability to keep this man interested for long, so she wanted to have as much of him as she could while he was still here. She reached for the clasp of her bra, and his hand closed on hers.
"Slow down, baby. We have all night. There’s no need to rush."
But Erin did feel all in a rush. She slid her arms around Sean’s neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, this time snaking out her tongue to caress his lips and then plunging deep. He growled, pressing her to him, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She made a soft sound at the intimate contact. He was huge. She wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work, but she trusted him. She deftly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it onto the floor behind them so she could touch his shoulders and back. He was really beautifully muscular, so strong. She hugged him tight, her lips clinging deliciously to his.
Sean cradled Erin in his arms. She was so sweet. He felt a little guilty about doing this with her, but not guilty enough to stop. He kissed her again and again, his hands wandering over her body. Her skin was silky soft and very pale. She was terribly thin, but he supposed that was fashionable these days. Her underwear was pink and pretty, a tiny demi-bra that lifted her small breasts, and a scrap of lace covering her mound. He cupped one breast in his hand, pushing up gently so that the soft globe spilled free. He leaned down and opened his mouth over the delicate rosy nipple, sucking gently.
Erin’s knees went weak. She had never in her life experienced such a pleasurable sensation. She leaned against Sean. He chuckled softly. Then he worked the clasp of her bra, dropping it to the floor. Another deft movement sent her panties down to puddle around her ankles. She delicately kicked them away. Then he scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.
Now that the moment was almost upon them, Erin began to feel nervous. She really hadn’t expected Sean to take her up on her offer. She knew if she backed out, he wouldn’t force her, but it would demonstrate her immaturity. She didn’t want that. Leaning up on one elbow, she opened the front of his pants so he could step out them and his underwear, before he joined her nude on the bed.
Erin was trying so hard to be brave, Sean thought. She looked really scared though. He didn’t want her scared. Maybe he should stop. Even better, maybe he could caress her to orgasm, give her a taste, but not take her yet. Give her time to get used to it. That would be a really good idea.
He pulled her close for another devastating kiss, pressing her slender body full length against his, and Erin’s nerves melted away. He was just too much for her. She couldn’t resist him, didn’t even want to. And then he lowered his mouth to her breasts again, tasting first one hard nipple and then the other until she was panting with desire. His hand slid down her belly and she opened eagerly for him, surprising him again. He caressed the wet silky folds and she gasped in startled pleasure.
Oh, this was very good. She was so responsive, so ready. He slipped one finger inside her and gently rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Erin arched her back, pressing herself down on that invading finger, loving the sensation of it inside her while his teasing thumb caused sparks to shoot through her. Each breath was a soft moan now as he brought her higher and higher until, with a sweet quiet cry, she succumbed to a powerful climax.
Sean watched her come, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. He had pleased her very well, which was not bad since she was a virgin. Moving back up over her body, he kissed her mouth tenderly.
"Oh Sean," she breathed, "What was that?"
"Pure pleasure, baby."
"No kidding. I never imagined anything could feel so good. Will you come inside me now?"
"I think I should stop. There’s no need to do this tonight."
"Please? I want you to." She looked deeply into his eyes, her expression pleading.
"Are you sure, Erin?"
"Yes. I’m sure. Take me. Please, Sean. Take me." She sounded so... desperate.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to beg."
There was no help for it. She wanted this, and so did he. The debate was over. He lifted her hips and gently slid a pillow underneath her, tilting her to just the right angle and positioning her thighs very wide apart.
"Listen, I need you to do something for me. Relax every muscle in your body. I don’t want any tension in you. Can you do that?"
"Why?"
"I don’t want to hurt you."
"It’s probably going to hurt no matter what."
"I know, but let’s minimize it, okay? Relax. Especially here." He slid a finger inside her again, caressing her hymen. Erin took a slow deep breath and released it, willing her body into complete limpness. Sean knelt between her thighs and withdrew his finger, lining himself up with that tiny entrance. She was so small. He wasn’t sure how well this was going to work. One gentle thrust brought just his head into her. She squeaked a little, clenching her thighs.
"No, baby. Relax. If you can’t relax, I have to stop. Easy, Erin."
Erin deliberately loosened her tight muscles and sweetly surrendered her virginity to Sean. He took her slowly, so slowly, but it wasn’t enough. Her hymen was thick and resisted his pressure, finally giving way violently, tearing apart with force.
Erin lay very still. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t gasp. She could not betray to him how much that had hurt. He wouldn’t like that, and might stop.
He stayed still, partway inside her, for a long moment, allowing her to adjust.
"Are you okay?" He looked so worried. She reached out one hand and caressed his cheek.
She breathed deeply a couple of times.
"Yes. It’s getting better. The pain is fading."
"Good. Can you take a little more?"
"You can try it."
Sean nudged his way deeper and deeper. The penetration burned, and she felt ridiculously full, stretched. But she wouldn�
�t complain. She had begged him to do this. She wanted it still.
Sean was amazed at how much of him Erin could take. She was very deep, especially given how petite she was. At last, every inch of him was buried.
"Oh wow, Erin. You feel amazing." He kissed her.
He reached down to caress her again.
Erin wasn’t exactly sure this was going to work. She had liked his finger, but his sex was so huge and overwhelming, spreading her to her limit. Would an orgasm really be able to build around such an uncomfortable sensation?
It was. Unlike the sweet, pretty pleasuring before, this was wild, riding the edge of excess, especially when he began to move, thrusting into her, gently but insistently, as his caresses continued. It seemed impossible but as she neared her second peak even the pain turned into pleasure and she spasmed again, violently, wailing. Sean grinned at Erin’s uninhibited response. She was wet and relaxed now, but still wonderfully tight, her sex squeezing rhythmically against him, and he continued to thrust until his own orgasm broke over him in shattering waves.
***Chapter 3***
Later, while the couple was still nude and snuggled together, the phone in the pocket of Sean’s pants began to ring. This was very unusual as the phone belonged to his father’s company, and was only used during the day for work related business. It must be some kind of emergency.
He kissed Erin softly on the lips and retrieved the device.
Erin leaned on one elbow on the turquoise sheet of her little bed and admired Sean’s muscular physique as he moved through her bedroom. His size made her feel even smaller in a wonderful, protected sort of way. She wondered if they were through for the evening. She kind of wanted more, but despite Sean’s gentleness, her deflowering had been quite painful and she was going to be a little sore for a while. Of course, if he meant what he had said in the car, that they were a couple now, waiting a few days wouldn’t matter much at all.
"Hello?" Erin couldn’t tell who was on the other end, but she could see that the person was doing a lot of talking, and that what Sean was being told alarmed him very much.
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