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them, but the first time together was magical and terrifying in its own way. This would be their first mutual impression of one another, the first time each used what they had to give the other pleasure. Their experience was so far fantastic, but sex was different. Her pleasure would come from the source of his pleasure. His pleasure would come from the source of hers.  
    “Are you nervous?” she said, cocking her chin low, eyes inches from his, their noses touching. Her hand was on his leg.
    “Just cold. The water was cold.”
    “You’re shaking.”  
    “It’s momentous,” he said. “The first time.”  
    He felt stupid as he said it. It was the kind of thing Sam would make fun of him for saying. This time she didn’t. Her small mouth filled with very white teeth, so close to his face that she appeared blurred, kindly smiled.
    “I know.”  
    “But you’re not shaking.”  
    “I’m shaking inside. Plenty.” Sam took Zach’s hand in both of hers, then guided it between her legs. His fingers met an island of warmth. Stuporous warmth, like a hot coal. “See?”
    “Do you want me to … ”  
    “No.” Her hand went to his cock, keeping time but still somehow urgent. “I want you inside me. I just want to do it.” Her whole hand was on his shaft, longwise, her fingers down toward his balls. She tugged it, pussy melting beneath his hand.  
    “Not even to … ” His fingers slipped inside, felt her clench them as if afraid they’d escape.
    Her big, blue eyes closed. Her mouth opened. She sighed. With her eyes still closed, she leaned toward him as she’d done at the fair, her breath warm and sweet on his cheek.  
    “No.” She swallowed. Then, sending a shudder through him, she whispered, “ Please .”  
    “I want to. I can’t wait to.” His fingers slipped inside. She rolled up and down on them, squeezing, grinding into his hand.  
    “Hurry.”
    “You’re so beautiful.” It was what she’d want to hear, yes. It was another corny thing to say, yes. But he was watching her face, and she seemed so helpless, so out of control and at his mercy. As he looked at her, it was so true that he’d simply had to say it.  
    “Put it in me,” she purred, desperate. “I can’t wait. Oh God, Zach, hurry … I can’t take it anymore.”  
    Of course. She’d known since that morning that tonight would be the night, she’d kissed him all day and held his hand and rubbed up against him. There had been all of that suggestive talk, all of those coming attractions, the handjob on the ride that left him satisfied and her wanting. He wondered if he should have tried returning the favor, but decided that she wouldn’t have wanted that. Regardless, she’d had a full day of foreplay with no release. That was her warm-up.  
    Zach rolled Sam onto her back. She spread her legs as he laid on her body. He could feel the warmth pouring out of her. He looked down, saw her pussy open like a flower, pulsing at him in anticipation as she rolled her pelvis, writhing. He considered making her wait just a little longer — to slow it down, as she’d said — but then shimmied down her naked body until the tip of his dick was at her hole, her wetness kissing its tip. He took one more look at Sam’s face. She opened her eyes, pleading. He slid inside, felt her whole body respond. She inhaled, held it, then exhaled, wrapping her arms around him, hugging her face into his neck.  
    He started to move. Immediately, Sam sighed and hitched beneath him.  
    “Do you want me to slow down?”  
    “No. Not anymore.”  
    “Do you want it harder?”  
    “Just like that. Just keep doing that.”  
    “You are so beautiful.”  
    “Just like that, Zach. Oh God, just like that.”  
    She closed her eyes again, exhaled slowly, and seemed to retreat from him, as if falling into a hole. It wasn’t the way she usually came, so Zach didn’t see it coming; she didn’t harden, or quicken, or give that feeling of