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"With you? That's impossible," I groan as his lips find my nipple and he kisses, sucking and licking and driving me crazy. It's impossible, it can't feel this good, I've never felt something so amazing. I feel his hand reach under my skirt, and suddenly he's cupping my mound, his hand rubbing my slick bloomers and leaving me unable to breathe. I'm falling back, unable to control myself any longer but safe in Troy's arms and he lays me back, until we're laying on the blanket again, the rich smell of the grass and the woods filling my nose while my mind convulses under his caress.

My body clenches, and suddenly warm ripples of pleasure roll through me, and I'm rubbing up against his hand, thrusting and gasping, unable to breathe or even see. The stars spin overhead, and I'm not sure what the hell is going on, except that I want more, forever more. "Holy . . ."

"I hope it gets better even," Troy whispers, helping me the rest of the way off with my clothes. I look and see that his cock has softened just slightly, and I reach out, wrapping my hand around the thick warm flesh, pausing. There's no turning back now, but I don't want to. I stroke him slowly, marveling as he comes back to steely hardness, his breath catching slightly when I run my thumb over the top of his head. "Whitney . . ."

"I know," I say, reaching for the foil packet. I don't want to let go of him, so I stick the edge of the packet in my teeth, ripping it open with my free hand. It's a little dry, and I wonder momentarily if the lubrication had dried out after sitting in my room inside my hiding space for a couple of years. Ah well, the latex feels fine in between my fingers, and I roll it onto him, pausing when he hisses. "What's wrong?"

"It's a little tight," Troy says, then sighs. "It's okay now."

"That's what she said," I joke, and our tension disappears. Troy lays me back, and lifts my hips so that my butt kind of sits in his thighs, a little gap under my lower back. I'm not nervous at all though, and intertwine my fingers with Troy's, nodding. "I trust you."

He swallows and nods, reaching down and stroking the tip of his cock between my * lips, gathering my moisture until I'm mewling again, wanting him inside me, to get it over with. I want to be a woman with him, and I can't wait any longer.

Still, Troy is taking his time, slipping just a little ways inside me, teasing me I'm f*cking sure, but he's opening me up so gently that there's no pain at all until suddenly he stops. I squeeze his hand and nod. "Do it."

"All the way, one thrust," Troy says, pulling back before driving himself forward, piercing me and making me his woman. The pain is sharp but gone in an instant, and I'm sighing in pleasure as he pulls back and thrusts again, the pain transforming into sweet, sweet pleasure.

Troy keeps his fingers wrapped with mine as he leans in until he's directly over me, pinning me to the ground while his cock sends wave after wave of electric blue pleasure up and down my body. I can just make out his face in the moonlight, and he's so intent, capturing me with his eyes, capturing my soul forever.

His hips speed up, and we're climbing higher, toward the inevitable finale, and I draw him in more and more, wanting every bit of this man, wanting it to never end. I want him forever, as silly as that sounds, and I want him as mine. "Troy . . ."

Suddenly, I'm coming again, and it's different than the first time. It's deeper, more soul shaking, and I see everything, feel every nerve in my body cry out in happiness as Troy shudders, and we collapse onto the blanket.



We lay in each other's arms, and I feel a little regret that it’s now over. I didn't want it to ever end. "You’re amazing," I whisper, stroking his face. "I love you, Troy Wood." It came out so easy, like I’d already said it a thousand times, and I loved the sound of it coming out of my mouth.

"I love you, Whitney Nelson," Troy says back, and I grab him tight, never wanting to let go. We don't say anything else, but just hold each other until the two of us drift off to sleep, waking only long enough to pull the second blanket on top and to readjust for the night.

Best birthday ever.





Chapter 8





Troy





There's nothing in the cabinets, yet again. I'm losing weight, I know it, and I can't keep going like this. Practice is too tough, and I'm burning too many calories each day. I can barely stay awake in class. I have so little energy, and even Whitney is starting to notice. Coach is right. I can't survive on pizza and school lunch.

"I'm going out," I say, reaching for my keys. I've only got a quarter tank of gas, but it's all I've got. Fuck it, maybe I can scam Russ's mom into letting me stay for dinner.

"Get in here, boy," Dad says, and I try to ignore him, but I sigh and turn around. Who knows, he doesn't sound all that drunk yet. Maybe he has something useful to say.

"What do you need, Dad?" I ask, surprised to see him off the couch. He's still wearing the same dirty t-shirt from yesterday, though, and the funk that drifts off him tells me its been longer since he had a shower.

"Gimme the money you stole," Dad says, his voice quavering. "I know you stole twenty bucks from my wallet. Give it back!"

"I didn't take any money from you. You used it a week ago, remember? That stuff you brought home in the box, whatever it was? Smelled like turpentine and paint thinner?"