Steven Anders, newly-hired Sports Manager at the Towers watched as his employers' pretty cousin, Marie made her way up the Grand Staircase to her apartment. He had wanted to ask her to coffee, but she seemed to be in a great hurry. (...Ah, well...next time...) He had things he needed to be doing for his charge, Jackie, aspiring athlete at the ripe old age of seven. (...But, damn, that girl is so pretty!...)

He marched himself out to the batting cage. He proceeded to gather Jackie's discarded sports debris, er, equipment. The kid had had a bad day and was really deflated and was acting like the proverbial spoiled brat. It didn't take Jackie long to realize that he was acting out. Shuffling over to Steven with his ball cap in his hand, he begged pardon and apologized very prettily. Steven knew he would. He'd been working with the Towers heir long enough to know that he really was a good kid and of what he was capable.

Marie was in a huff, stomping off to her apartment. Her younger brother, Alan, had gotten on her nerves one more time. Marie had met the nicest guy in town who had a younger sister that was enamored of Alan (...no taste, but still deserving of a chance...). Alan, the idiot wouldn't even sit down and have a Coke with them, knowing I wanted to talk to the guy. Blast 'im! 

How bad a faux pas would it be for her to call him? Bad form or not, she was going to do it. She called him and made a date for him to visit her at the Towers. His name was Lucas, and he jumped at the chance to have dinner with a girl in her private apartment at the Towers. She called him, so she must be pretty fast, and, with a little luck, desperate. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He better get "pretty"for his date tonight. He slicked his hair back, donned his best khakis and a baby blue shirt. (...Brings out my eyes...)

Airen having recently uncovered an indoor/outdoor Lagoon (...the minions name...) pool on the "low" side of the basement, put his minions to work refurbing and restoring its original beauty. It had been newly landscaped, scrubbed, polished, and Towers-fied, 'til it was like visiting a tropical isle. Somehow, the little guys had managed a gentle intermittent breeze to blow on the inside part, with a wall of air to prevent the outside undesirables from getting in and the inside beauty from getting out. It was imagined that the younger types, Jackie, Ellie, etc. would like the outside which included flumes and slides. It was guessed that the adults would like the inside for the romantic seclusion. And it was larger than Olympic-sized, so who wouldn't just want to swim?

Lane, of course. He had a very different idea of his recreational activities.

Airen sent Lane down with Ayla in tow, to allow them to explore and find the things they liked without his prejudiced direction. (...No on would have guessed that Airen much-preferred the outside area with its playground and natural surroundings...) Lane and Ayla wandered around on the playground and dipped a toe into the pool. The outside area looked like any municipal swimming pool, complete with lifeguard stand and fenced in pool. It looked like great fun. Lane couldn't wait to get his Ayla inside. They strolled across the sidewalks on either side of the waterway, through the air wall, into the indoor part of the pool.

Ayla was misty-eyed and oohing and aahing as soon as they stepped onto the fragrant, tropical palm-tree-lined trail. It wound around the outer walls, hiding dressing rooms, showers, and such from the lagoon itself. They took a side trail toward the water. When they stepped out of the trees onto the "beach," she was spell-bound and turned into Lane's chest to cry. He hugged her gently and gazed over the lagoon with pride and humility at the same time. He was so proud of his little buddy Airen, and so humbled that the Towers included him as family. He murmured softly, "This is truly unbelievable." (...He wondered one more time what he had done in his life to deserve the love of this woman and all she had given him...)

"Sweetheart, how about a swim?"

She nearly whispered to as not to disturb the ambience of the place. "This is too beautiful to pass up the chance." She was already stepping out of her skirt and pulling her tee over her head. Lane tried to pull his clothes off but was distracted watching his love disrobe, and was a few seconds behind her "gettin' nekkid." She ran down to the water's edge and stepped into the gentle "waves". Lane ran down right behind her and shallow-dived toward the middle as soon as he passed her.

"Show-off!" She dived in right behind him and came up beside him. The two of them tread water, kind of slowly circling around each other. She splashed him, and he reciprocated by dragging her against himself and giving her a moment to prepare, dunked her. She came up spluttering, and he felt sorry...for a brief second.

"Race you to the wall?"

"Not fair. You're a damned seal."

"Not anymore. How 'bout I swim backwards?" She didn't answer, she just took off, hoping to catch him unaware and get herself a head start. She was making pretty good headway, when he cruised by and pulled in front of her. He backstroked easily, watching her and smiling sweetly at her disgruntled expression. Reaching the air wall, he dived back toward the beach and dolphin-tailed under water for several yards. He came up way behind her and tread water waiting for her to catch up.

When she pulled up beside him, he reached out and pulled her to him for a fervent apology kiss. She detected his "regret" brushing against her upper thighs. He stared into her eyes with a meaningful entreaty. He made a preliminary attempt to put his arms around her and realized that with the water resistance between them that he was going to drown them both. He tugged her hand and lured her over to a "ladder" on the side in the deeper end. It looked like a living vine in keeping with the decor.

He showed her how he wanted her to hold onto the ladder and demo'd how he planned to hold her and what he planned to do to limit the splash. She was intrigued and enthusiastic. Backing up to the ladder, she placed one hand on the tiles where the ladder was connected and wrapped her other hand around the rail itself. She commented, "I look like King Kong's sacrificial virgin."

"Kong wasn't able to do what I have planned. See? I resisted a "Kong dong joke?"

"Am I allowed to give out with a Faye Wray scream?"

"I don't mind, but we're liable to be inundated by half the household and a few dozen minions," he chuckled. She giggled. By now, he had glided in close and placed a hand on either side of her waist. The mirth vanished as they locked eyes, and the anticipation of the next few moments caused a quickening low in their abdomens.

His warm touch in the cool water brought forth a small gasp, parting her lips slightly. He lay his open mouth over her parted lips and plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth and sucked her eager tongue. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled himself hard against her, crushing her tender breasts, and forcing her to arch her back and neck. Lifting his lips, he locked eyes with her, holding her full attention.

A soft cry passed her lips when he slid his hips between her legs and his eager shaft entered her in one deep thrust. Her instinct was to throw her arms around him, but she caught herself as they started to sink together. Counting on her to keep their heads above water, he held himself as deep as he could and kind of pulsed, pressing himself against her feminine nub. He lay his lips on hers and sucked gently at her lips. Ayla tried something new and was very pleased with his immediate response.

He lifted his lips and gasped a ragged breath when his swollen member was squeezed hard and then pushed him back as if she were expelling him from her body. "God, Ayla...That was ama...zing." She did it again, and his stomach dropped. His body's need for release jumped, centered on that column of his flesh that she was squeezing and pushing rhythmically. Gathering his wits, he tried pressing when she pushed and holding when she squeezed.

They got immersed in the "dance" until Ayla's breath caught as warm need licked at her consciousness. She couldn't help it. She loosed her hold on the rail, wrapped a hand around his head and tangled her fingers in his wet hair, needing his kiss. He crushed his lips to her mouth and was gratified when the squeezing turned into a flutter. He knew she was in the throes of her release as her pleasure washed over her. He reached up and grasped the rail, since she was incapable in this moment.

His body was now screaming for his own release, but he had to wait until his Ayla found completion. He had to. As he gazed desperately into her eyes, he recognized when she came back to the world. Seeing his distress in his eyes, she immediately squeezed his aching manhood, setting off his ecstatic fall into bliss. His eyes closed, unusual for Lane, in this moment. The combination of his body floating in the cool water, Ayla's blessed love for him, her body's wonderful response, and his own body's tumble into pleasure, he dreamed of spinning endlessly. Passing before his eyes was a sky full of twinkling stars, a blazing sun, a wave-capped blue-green sea, and Ayla's beautiful face, going round and round and round.

His eyes slowly opened and he gazed at Ayla's concerned face. She recognized the dream-filled confusion in his eyes, and a lump formed in her throat. (...God, how I love this man...) He loosened his hold on her body and kissed her tenderly. He still held onto the rail with one hand, and they hung there, barely afloat, deeply in love, drowning in each other.

"Sweetheart, where did you learn that? That's new, isn't it?"

"Uh, huh. I read about how to do it in one of Marie's romance novels."

"Good God, what kind of trash is she reading?"

"Lane, she's a grown woman, and you're not her Daddy, silly." After a moment's thought, she added, "And they're fun to read." She double-raised her brows. Lane made a grumpy face, and wiggled his fingers to get her to finish her what she was saying. "Well, it's a fan fiction about Clayne Crawford. Clayne reminds me of you."

"Good-looking and sexy, huh?"

"Mm, hmm. He was the friend in "A Walk to Remember", and Ted Talbot in "Rectify." 

"Oh, yeah, the "Lethal Weapon" guy."

"Yes! Anyway, the author's heroine did it to him and..."

Footsteps sounded and an inquiring male voice called, "Lane...are you in here?...Oh, pardon me...I'll come back..."

"No, Steven." Lane flipped around, still hanging onto the rail and reached up to place his free hand on the edge of the pool, much the same as Ayla had done. His position effectively hid Ayla behind him. She lay her hands on his upper arms, caressing his biceps, and placed her chin on his shoulder next to his cheek, ostensibly so she could see Steven. She just wanted to touch Lane. He brushed his cheek against hers and leaned his head, so that their cheeks stayed touching each other.

(...Steven was reminded of the stories about these two. Their love is a local legend...I wish Marie...Marie?...What am I saying?...)  Nattily attired in his standard work uniform, artfully torn button-fly jeans and chambray shirt, Steven took a few steps closer and squatted down facing them. (...The corner of his mind noted that his skin was shining through the shredded knee of pants...)  "Lane, I wanted to talk to you about the Sports Complex. I have a number of ideas and suggestions that I want to run past you. I don't know if this is the right time. I feel like I'm intruding." He nodded at Ayla and added "Miss Ayla." She nodded without lifting her head. Lane glanced at her.

"Let us get dressed, and we'll both come to your office. She needs to give us a woman's perspective anyway." Steven nodded and stood.

"Great. I'll see you in a few?"

"Yep." Steven left a little faster than he ordinarily would have. Besides Lane and Ayla, the thoughts of Marie had shaken him. He needed to get back to his office and settle down, get his mind on his work.

Lane and Ayla showed up in about ten minutes, slightly damp, but dressed and ready to discuss the project. Steven had organized his thoughts to present his case. He realized that money was not the motivating factor for the Towers folks. They had too much to ever spend in their lifetimes. Although Lane was just the "promised" to Miss Ayla, he was The decision maker for the family. Lane's motivations were hard for most folks to understand. He wanted everyone to be happy and to be loved. Using this insight into Lane's psyche was the way he planned to persuade Lane that Steven's ideas were sound.

"I want to build on the South highway, on Towers land, but as close to town as we can." He paused and let the idea percolate a moment. "I have several points I want to make as to why, and I'm starting with your love of this place." He glanced at Ayla. "Both of you...I've been examining the plans for the complex, and among other things, the modern-looking buildings will destroy the aesthetics of the Towers herself. I understand that this hasn't been a real consideration until now, but you're looking at a few acres of concrete taking up the whole West territory. The Towers are too beautiful to be sullied like that." Lane was nodding, imagining the ugliness of modern architecture.

"The second consideration is that it's going to be huge, large enough to accommodate many people, and we'll probably never have more than ten or so folks using the site at one time, or worse, hundreds of people buzzing around. I'd like to share the place with as many people, especially kids, as we can. If we build near town and have crowds show up, we'll be able to employ lots of Crestfielders." Lane's brows leaped to his hairline.

"That is a big consideration. Thanks for bringing it up."

"We'll need to charge some kind of admission or membership."

"No."

"If it's free, the snobs will think it's no good. When we get really into the details, I'll explain some of the ways to get around charging "certain"(...He air-quoted" himself...) people. For instance, Towers' employees and residents get in free." He watched while Lane gave Ayla a speculative look. "Another opportunity to hire townies, we'll have shuttles running all day to and from the Towers and the town."

"Okay." Lane assented.

"What?"

"You had me at sullied, and sealed the deal with "Hire Crestfielders." He looked to Ayla for confirmation. Ayla nodded and took Lane's hand in hers. "Let's set a meeting with Airen, Wright, Ted, and Lisa. Be prepared to present the whole plan, including construction, transportation, amenities, and future upgrades. I have a couple ideas of my own that I'd like to discuss with you before we present to the family."

Ayla asked, "Should we ask Jackie and Ellie what they'd like to see in their park?"

"That is a good idea. There are probably things that we adults never think about. From the kids' point of view, there may be things that they'd like, but nobody ever asks." Lane looked thoughtful. "Sweetheart, let's go find Jackie right now. Steven, you have the com, sir. Come see me in the morning for my and the kids' input. Gather us all together when you're ready." Steven stood and stuck out his hand. Lane gathered him into a hug. "See you in the morning."

Steven had just had the biggest bolster to his confidence since he'd been at the Towers. He was feeling brave and invincible. No way Marie could resist him right now. He brushed his hair back and headed for the residential floor.

Marie, having dressed in her little black dress and heels, had shared a light supper with her new swain, Lucas, on her balcony. They had opted to go back inside and watch a movie in her sitting room. Lucas was good looking and was on his best behavior, trying to charm this rich, and evidently naive, girl. She seated herself on one end of the sofa and reached for the remote control. He picked it up, and using her remote, turned the lights in the sitting room down. He handed it to her and seated himself against her hip. Smiling what most people would consider a smarmy smile, he put his arm around her on the back of the couch.  After a few minutes, he had maneuvered his arm onto her shoulders and had pulled her close. She wasn't pleased, but he seemed sincere, so she refused to allow herself to be irritated. She tried to relax into his arm and watch this "date" movie, which coincidentally was "A Walk to Remember."

When they got to a love scene, he squeezed her shoulder and looked meaningfully at her face. He gazed soulfully into her eyes, and then gazed "longingly"at on her lips. With an involuntary gasp, her lips parted, and he dropped his open mouth onto hers. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, he plunged it to the back of her throat, nearly gagging her. She put her hands against his chest and tried pushing him away. He actually liked that and grabbed her breast, squeezing it cruelly hard. Tears sprang to her eyes and she tried again to push him away. Whimpering softly, she didn't want to cry, but he was really hurting her.

Airen had been monitoring the new couple with half-a-circuit's attention, when he realized that she was alarmed and needed help. He was about to send a swarm of minions, when Steven appeared at her door. Steven used the call system and announced himself. No answer. He queried, "Marie?" He knew she was in from the settings at her door. (...Damn... She' s ignoring me...) He started to turn away when the door swung wide open. Not knowing that it was Airen inviting him in Steven stepped inside. (...Airen thought this method worked much faster than sending guardians or minions...)

Steven heard soft cries coming from the sofa. He hurried to the sofa and peered over the back to find Marie struggling under some guy's prone body. He was euphemistically "kissing" her and holding her wrists against the cushions, as he tried to shove a knee between her legs. A half second to take in the situation, and Steven had vaulted all the way over the couch onto the floor beyond the struggling couple. He grabbed the guy's collar and dragged him up off Marie. He slammed an angry fist into the guy's face, successfully bloodying the bastard's nose. Marie scooted to the end of the couch, trying to cover her chest, and crying hot tears of shame.

More or less dangling the guy by his collar, Steven threatened him, "I ought to throw you off the balcony, you son-of-a-bitch." He glanced at Marie who was sobbing, her breath coming in soft gasps. She looked up at Steven, and tears started again. Two Guardians came in the door, guns drawn and relieved Steven of Lucas. As they cuffed and dragged him out the door, they were busy letting him know his chances of getting away with it. The dumb ass didn't know that he had been recorded.

Steven moved closer to Marie, was reaching to help her off the sofa, when she launched herself into his arms. He gingerly put his arms around her and held her carefully away from himself. "Shh, Miss Marie, it's over now. He's gone."

She whispered between sobs and gasps, "It's my fault. It's all my fault. I asked him to dinner. I shouldn't have called him. I'm so ashamed." Steven closed his arms a little tighter and pulled her close to his chest.

"Darling, it's not your fault. A gentleman would not take advantage no matter what. Never think that you did anything wrong." He leaned back from her, so he could look her in the eyes. "Not... your...fault." She nodded quickly. He gave her a gentle smile and pulled her back into his arms.

"Steven...Steven, you still here?"

"Yes, sir. In the sitting room..." Lane strolled in with Ayla hot on his heels. Steven was holding Marie gently and murmuring non-words into her hair.  Oops, Lane's "intervention" mode set in. Ayla nearly rolled her eyes, knowing what Lane was thinking.

"How badly did he hurt her?"

Marie insisted that "Nothing happened." She looked at Lane. "Lane, really, he didn't hurt me."

Steven interjected, "Lane, I don't think he had a chance to do anything too damaging, but he scared her...a lot." Steven loosened his hold on her and attempted to step away from her. She slid her arms around his chest and held onto him. She looked up at his face, a "Please hold me," entreaty in her eyes. He looked down at her sweet face and rewound his arms around her.

Lane almost cheered. He glanced at Ayla with his "I told you so" look. Ayla just threw in the towel and wished everyone would get on with it. She addressed Marie, "Marie, honey, do you need a little time to get yourself together? I'll be glad to stay with you."

Marie wasn't sure how to turn down Miss Ayla and was glancing from Steven to Lane and back to Steven. She summoned all the courage she could muster and replied, "If he wouldn't mind, I'd like Steven to stay and talk. He's been very understanding." Steven's brows shot up and he glanced at Lane. Lane nodded and turned to escort Ayla out. Ayla was sputtering, "But..."

Lane slid his arm around Ayla's waist and whispered,"Shh, sweetheart. He'd never harm her. He's been crazy about her since the his first day here. She hadn't given him a chance until now. Let's let 'em be." Ayla looked at her Lane, and knowing that he was usually right, leaned on his arm all the way back to their own room.

Steven, not believing that she wanted him to stay with her, took her elbow and lowered her onto the sofa. He grabbed a hard-backed chair and seated himself directly in front of her. Taking her hands in his, he inquired, "Miss Marie, are you really okay? Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" She hung her head and withdrew her hands from his.

"He...he squeezed my...my breast." One hand went protectively to her left breast. "I couldn't stop him." She looked Steven in the eyes. "Thank you...I didn't say it yet, but I mean it. Thank you for helping me. I don 't know what would have happened if you hadn't come in when you did." She hung her head again. "I'm so ashamed," she sobbed and covered her face with her hands. "My fault..."

He jumped up and seating himself next to her on the couch, slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Marie...Marie, don't say that. You know it's not true." He tried to soothe her by running his hand up and down her arm, caressing her gently. "Honey, believe me. You did nothing wrong."

"Really?" She searched his face for some kind of confirmation.

"Yes, really."

Still uncertain, she leaned against him, her eyes closed. "How could I have been so...so stupid?" She turned a little into him and lay her hand on his chest, her head on his shoulder. She whispered softly, "I wish it had been you." Steven's heart leapt in his chest.

"You do?"

"Yes." She leaned a little away so she could look at his face. "You've always been so nice to me. I haven't always been so nice to you." He smiled a rueful smile and raised one brow. "You noticed, huh?"

He nodded. "Oh, no. Now I am ashamed." She buried her face in her hands again. Chuckling, he pulled her hands from her face and grinned at her kind of sweetly.

She almost giggled, but was still not totally cheered up. "Steven, stop it. You're trying to make me laugh, so I'll forget." He nodded quickly with a cute smile on his lips. She poked him in the chest. "Stop it..." She paused and with a more serious note added, "Please." She gazed into his eyes and saw a spark of something genuine, something warm.

"Oh...I'm sorry. I never thought that you might...that you...might like me like that."

Steven lowered his eyes momentarily, and gazing back up into her eyes, murmured softly, "Since the first moment I saw you." He bit his lower lip and loosened his hold around her shoulders, preparing to sit back. She caught his hand as he was removing it.

"No." She held onto his hand with both of hers. "Don't pull away...not now." She reached across his lap and took his other hand. " I like that you like me." She winced when he glanced at the hand in his lap.  She looked at the floor and released both his hands. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You see how I got into trouble. I want someone to...to love me, I guess,and I keep doing the wrong things...leading guys on." She clasped her hands and trapped them between her knees, her eyes moistening again.

He tightened his arm around her. Taking her chin in his free hand, he turned her face to his and lay his lips gently on hers. He touched his lips to hers a couple times in little quick kisses, and murmured softly, "Someone loves you." Her lips parted on a quick gasp. 

He lay his lips on hers again, and pressing them more firmly to her mouth, deepened the kiss. He slipped his hand to the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair and drew the breath from her. Her hands seemed to move of their own accord, slowly up to cup his jaw, the feel of which made both of them succumb to an "elevator drop" in their stomachs. They both pulled back, blinking their eyes. He whispered, "Marie..." Then, closing their eyes, they crushed their lips together.

Both hands in her hair, he moved his lips over hers in fervent urgency, touching his tongue to her lips, and when she opened to him, sucked her eager tongue. She growled a tiny moan  in the back of her throat. She wound her arms around him, pulling him closer, as he slid one knee off the sofa and turned his body to hers, allowing her to press herself to his chest. She ended up leaning over him, her knees between his legs. Releasing her hair, he wrapped his arms around her and lay back, dragging her to lay on top of him.

She leaned up on her elbows, lifted her lips, and looking down at his handsome face, observed the sweet "fuzziness" in his eyes, and could feel his genuine affection pressing against her belly. "Steven...I can't...I want..."

Managing to focus on her eyes, he interjected, "Honey, It's okay...I know what you mean...I won't go any..." He was attempting to get up. She shook her head violently and placing her hands on his shoulders pressed him back into the couch cushions.

"Don't leave..." She leaned down and looked into his eyes. "I'll...I'll stop leading you..."

"Stop." He took hold of her arms and gently shook her. "You are not doing anything wrong. It's me. I was trying to leave before I do something we both regret. I want you so badly right now that I'm having to think about baseball and naked grandmothers to keep from ripping your clothes off you."

He pulled her close, so close, her lips nearly touched his, and whispered, "If I don't leave, I won't be able to stop...Honey, l ..."

She whispered back, "Don't stop..."

"Marie..." She dropped onto his chest and crushed her lips to his. "God, Marie..." He held her by her arms away from himself. "No. This is too much like what just happened to you. I've dreamed about this moment for weeks now. It's got to be right." He wiggled himself off the sofa, reached down, slipping his arms around her chest, and stood up her entire body dangling in front of him. She wound her arms around his neck in a move of self-preservation, hanging on.

He walked toward the bed, playfully swinging her as he carried her, all the while planting quick little pecks on her lips and cheeks. Positioning himself with his back to her bed, he set her on her feet, she having managed to lose her shoes on the way. Having lost four inches of height with the shoes, she looked wa-ay up at him, feeling small and feminine and protected. 

He reached out and took hold of the shoulder straps of her LBD, pausing and looking into her eyes, to allow her to stop him. She stuck her arms straight up to allow him to pull the dress off over her head. With a quick cock of his head, he pulled the dress off and tossed it over the back of a chair. She stood still so he could look at her. She wore only a little scrap of lace that was pretending to be panties. He sucked in a breath and whispered, "So beautiful..."

She took one step closer to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He jerked his belt out of its loops, and unbuttoned his jeans. Stepping out of his Nikes, he pulled his shirt off and lay it on top of her dress. He hooked two thumbs into the waist of his jeans, slid his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving him clad in gray boxer-briefs.

"We need to get rid of these." He pulled the lacy panties away from her tummy. She reached around and pulled a bow on her hip. The lace fell to the floor. He smiled an appreciative masculine smile, taking in a neatly-trimmed thatch of curly hair.

She poked him in the stomach at his boxers' waistband. "How about those?" He pulled the boxers down to his ankles, freeing a very ready masculine body part, and kicked them away. She stared at swollen member felt her toes "curl" as she had always read about. He glanced down at himself with a smattering of masculine pride. He knew he was not the smallest guy around and hoped that she was pleased. From the shocked look on her face, he couldn't tell.

He turned his back to her and dragged the covers down to the foot of the king-sized bed, grabbed a couple pillows and piled them in the middle. As he bent over to arrange the pillows, she ogled his pretty bum and noticed his eagerly taut testicles crushed between his thighs. He stood, turned to her, and smiled a slightly confused smile when he glanced at her face. She was gazing dreamily at him, one hand laid flat against her stomach.

He stepped close and gently lifted both her breasts. "Which one did he hurt?" She glanced down at her left breast and raised that shoulder. He cupped her left breast and murmured, "I believe it's bruised, honey." He placed gentle lips on the top of it and kissed it a couple times. She closed her eyes and shivered deliciously. He turned his attention to her right breast, and cupping it more firmly leaned down and kissed and sucked her now peaked nipple. Placing both her hands on the back of his head, she held him against her breast, reveling in the warm sensations he was causing lower in her abdomen.

"Marie, we can still stop...It'll probably kill me...but if you don't want me..."

"Steven..." She stroked his cheek. "I do want you..." He stepped close, picked her up as he had earlier, and backed against the bed. Sitting down he scooted on his bottom tot her center of the bed, dragging her with him until she was on her knees between his legs. He took her by her arms and lay back against the pillows, pulling her over him. She put her hands on his shoulders as he leaned back and Felt his trapped member on her belly.

"I think we were about here..." He pulled her up toward his chest and felt his maleness nestled against the lips of her vulva. Lifting his hips he pushed the head of his shaft into her warmth, just as she lowered her hips and took him in completely. He was surprised at how very tight and how very wet she felt. He panicked. "Marie...darling, were you a virgin?" She shook her head. He was slightly relieved, but then worried if he had hurt her because of his size. Evidently not, because she started moving her hips against him and inhaling in ragged breaths. He began an even rhythm matching her hip thrusts.

She was supporting herself on her hands on either side of his head, but finding the feel of his manhood inside her so wonderful, she dropped to her elbows, bringing her lips within a inch or two of his. He wound his fingers in her hair and drew her mouth to his. He teased her mouth open, slipped his tongue gently between her lips, and sucked her tongue with tender care. 

Her whole body trembled as something...something she needed, licked around the edges of her consciousness. She breathed, "Steven...I feel...I need..." She sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes slowly closed as the most beautiful feeling shook her being. Hot waves of ecstasy washed through her middle, over and over. 

Watching her face brought his own need screaming to the fore. Could he hold out until she finished? He wasn't sure. Her eyes opened and she gazed at his much-adored face with not-quite-complete focus. "God, I never knew...never felt...Oh, Steven, that was so wonderful..."She lowered her body onto his and crushed her lips to his in a fervent and passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue wildly.

His whole body trembled as he still held on. "Steven?"  She saw the naked need in his eyes and started pounding her hips against him, forcing his shaft deep into herself. He tried to meet her thrusts, but the aching pleasure of his own release burned the column of flesh that joined them and blossomed outward through his whole body, rendering him almost helpless.

As he recovered control over his limbs, he struggled to a sitting position, turning her so she was sitting on his lap. "Honey?" He hugged her to his heart. "What did you mean that you never felt...never felt a climax? I thought that you said you'd had sex?"

"It was never like that.I had sex with my ex-boyfriend, but had decided that there had to be something else.  I enjoyed the cuddling and kissing, but never felt something so...so pleasurable. I can see why people fall in love." She gave him a meaningful look. "I know I want to feel it again."

He smiled sweetly. "I hope you'll let me help you with that." She responded with a soft smile.

"It should also show you why you weren't at fault. Most guys would do just about anything to feel that, especially with a pretty girl. Like your ex. Her should have wanted you to feel the love, too.  And that Lucas guy...He had one thing in mind when he came to see you. As a man, I'm ashamed of us all."

"I'm not ashamed of you...I...love you." Steven looked surprised and was very pleased. He flopped back down on the bed, taking her with him. He pulled the covers up to their waists and kissed her sweetly, snuggling them both onto one pillow.

"How about we cuddle and kiss...and then see if we can manage that other thing again?"

She kissed his lips and cuddled against him. "Yes, please."