Emily woke to the sound of Aiden's light snoring. Light streamed in through the windows, leaving streaks of sun across Aiden's face and their bodies. Emily blinked, gazing up at Aiden. His lips were parted, allowing his deep breaths to release from his mouth. She smiled a little as she pressed her warm body into his. Reaching up, she grazed the back of her fingers against his cheek. She noted how relaxed his features were when he was so calmly asleep.

Feeling something smooth brushing over his face, Aiden woke peacefully. He glanced down to see Emily smiling up at him. The corners of his lips lifted in response. He used the arm wrapped around her to push her closer to him.

"You're the first person that's slept with me," he spoke in his raspy morning voice, breaking the silence.

She blushed, shoving his chest lightly.

"We haven't slept together," she reciprocated.

Her voice sounded even sweeter than normal. Aiden loved it, an image of them waking up together as an old couple briefly crossing his mind.

"No," a small laugh escaped his lips. "I mean actually sleeping. Overnight. I didn't know you had such a dirty mind," he smirked.

She gasped. She had totally misheard that.

"I do not have a dirty mind... well, I didn't," she fake glared at him. "You did this to me."

He grinned.

"Good to know I have an effect on you."

She grinned back a mischievous, knowing grin.

"Looks like I have an effect on you too."

She reached down, pinching the fabric of his pants and boxers, the material grazing against his tent.

He blushed.

"I... uh," he tried to emit words but he couldn't, flustered beyond belief. He didn't understand why her effect on him was growing every day.

"Seems like you need some help with that," she smirked.

Aiden's eyes widened. It was like they reversed roles. How did she get so cocky?

"Emily," he warned, groaning as the hand splayed across his stomach began to slide underneath the fabric of his clothing.

"Aiden," she grinned, watching as his blushing face reddened even more. "I think I like teasing you too."

"Oh, do you now?"

He tried to control himself, the anticipation building up as her hand continued its descent.

"Yeah, like this."

Grazing her fingers further below his bellybutton, she felt the skin turn smooth. Her hand moved, gliding past his curly pubic hair. Making her way down, she touched something silky soft.

It twitched. Aiden moaned.

"I-um... it's not..."

She loved how flustered she made him.

"Is this it?" she questioned, reaching in and grabbing his manhood abruptly.

This time, Aiden really moaned. He nodded, knocking his head against the pillow.

Emily's eyes widened. It felt weird, unlike anything she'd ever touched before. Unconsciously sliding her hand up and down his cock, she took note of the ridged but velvety surface. It was so large, she could barely wrap her hand around it. Trailing her fingers to the top, she lingered on the bulbous head. The soft tip of his manhood protruded from the hard and malleable length.

Aiden was a moaning mess. Around her, he was revealing more expressions than he let any of the other girls see. He couldn't even tell her to knock it off. He didn't need the pleasure. He didn't deserve the pleasure.

Seeing how Aiden released more moans as she rubbed his cock, she began to move her hand up and down against him again. Trying to wrap her fingers around the circumference of his thick cock, the pressure became too much for Aiden.

"Ahh... Emily-"

She gasped as his manhood twitched in her hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" she asked, her tone filling with genuine concern.

He groaned.

"No... Keep going."

Red tinted his cheeks. He hadn't meant to say that, but the desire was so strong, he couldn't utter a lie.

Emily continued, sliding up and down, reveling in the new feeling of this surface. Something that, with Aiden, she had secretly been craving to touch. Something she was currently craving the idea of... inside her. Only Aiden.

"Is this... what you pleasure me with?" she asked shyly.

He tried to smirk through his unbridled emotions. She kept pumping him.

"There are many ways I can... ugh," he let out a frustrated breath. He couldn't even give a snarky comment in this state. "Yes, this is one way..."

She smiled cockily, feeling powerful.

"You know, I think I've overheard girls gossiping about your talents. Is this what you use for them?"

She squeezed. Hard.

Aiden released a little yelp. Emily felt a nasty heat building inside her. A jealous, fiery heat.

"Yes... b-but not anymore. Only for you," he gasped out through the surging pain.

"Good boy," she taunted.

She released her grip. His body relaxed back into the mattress. He did not enjoy the pleasure turned pain.

Noticing his tender condition, a worried expression crossed her face, the jealousy dissipating.

"Oh gosh, I took it too far, didn't I? I'll make it better."

"No, don't-"

Again, she gripped his cock. This time, she avoided using her steel-tight grip, gently moving her hand up and down the length of his manhood. She lifted her index finger onto the tip, rubbing it around. Precum dripped from the head, coating her fingers in gooey liquid.

"Will this happen when you stick it in me?"

He groaned, her bluntness driving him mad.

"Ahh... yes. Stop giving me that visual."

But, it was too late. Images flashed as his eyes closed from the intense pleasure building up with her movements. It played through his mind like a movie. Her, beneath him, her back verging off the bed. Her bottom resting right below his cock. His thumb against the inside of her thigh, pushing into her skin so that her lips could unfold, revealing the center of her womanhood. His hands holding her ass as he drives his cock to the hilt, feeling her warm wetness engulfing him, squeezing him. Watching as his cock bends into her, brushing against her folds. His thumb moving to press against her clit, rubbing in circles as he stares at her beautiful face, her hands cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. She gazes up at him with dreamy, almond-shaped eyes full of desire. Of love.

He grunted deeply, his eyes opening slightly as he released his cum onto her hand. And in his pants, yet again. He allowed his brain to stay foggy, relishing in the aftermath of his climax.

Emily's eyes widened as the liquid squirted across her entire hand. She touched the bulb of his cock, cum still leaking from the slit.

"Can I see it?" she asked while he lie in his transfixed state, curious to see her first penis.

The only time she had ever seen one was in health class. She thought the diagram looked disgusting, while some girls giggled and others glanced away. All the boys ducked their faces, crossing their arms and hiding on the desk. Every boy except Nathan, who just sat next to her, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

He continued to lay there, not uttering a word. She took that as a yes.

She took her hand out of his pants, staring at it. A white, gooey substance covered the entirety of her hand. The areas where her palm creased contained more sticky cum than anywhere else on her. Even her wrist had traces of cum on it.

Using her other hand, she pulled the covers fully off of them. She tucked her fingers under the hem of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down. Sliding the pants past his thighs, her arms loosened on the fabric as she stared at the... thing.

Gulping, her eyes as wide as saucers, she tentatively poked his cock. It twitched a little. The scene below her was... shocking, to say the least. His flaccid penis bent to the side, cum covering the top of his thighs, manhood, and the dark brown pubic hairs curling around it. His balls hung from where they joined at the base of his cock and body. He was right, they were bigger than her cookie dough rolls. But, so was his manhood. Even unaroused, she could tell that it had the potential to rise to the heavens.

Aiden, opening his eyes to see Emily staring at his pendulous cock with a terrified expression, shot up to a sitting position. He grabbed his boxers, pulling them up. Covering his manhood, her eyes slowly rose to meet his, a dazed look still streaking her face. He'd never felt so self-conscious in his life.

"Did I... ruin it for you?" he asked, worried that she might never be interested in his manhood again. He was fine with her losing interest in any other man's penis, but not his.

Her lips slowly opened, then closed. She did this a couple times, not knowing what to say and looking like a glob fish.

"I-I... It's going to take a bit of getting used to, but eventually, I think I'll be fine," creases marked her forehead as she spoke, a frown forming unconsciously on her face.

He frowned too, searching for any other telling signs hidden in her irises.

"I'd... love to tell you that it gets better, but it always looks like this... well, not so messy," he added, trying to lighten the mood but utterly failing.

She smiled lightly.

"I'm sure I'll come to like it... It feels really cool," she reassured.

"Thank you," he laughed awkwardly, hoping that was a compliment. "I promise, I'll make you feel good," he said in an attempt to revert back to his playboy ways. But he couldn't, she'd seen too much.

"Not yet. Give me a bit and then maybe I'll find that sexy," she said, turning serious.

"Yes ma'am," he replied sarcastically.

She patted his cheek lightly, the cum sticking to his face. She was in control, and she liked it.

"Good boy. Now let's get you cleaned up."

She lifted herself up and out of the bed, holding her hand out to him. He took it, pushing himself off the bed and following behind her.

"At least let me help you out too," he offered, sexual innuendo dripping from his words.

"Okay, okay."

He grinned, opening the shower door for her.

"For you, my lady," he smirked.

"Why, thank you, kind sir," she smiled.

As she walked in the shower, holding up the sides of her boxers like a dress, Aiden smacked her bottom.

"Alright, princess, time to step down and let me take control."

She turned briskly, watching as he sauntered in.

"Silly man, you know I will always be in charge."

He pouted playfully, accepting his fate.

"Yes, I give up. You have me wrapped around your cute little finger."

He tapped her nose with his index finger playfully. She grinned, placing both of her fists on her hips.

"Indeed, I do. Now kiss me, you bad boy."

He grinned back, rushing down to pull her into a passionate kiss. He turned the shower handle, soaking them in comfortably warm water as their lips danced in heated unison.