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"Never?"

I shake my head. She smiles, suddenly more confident. She flicks a switch on the soundboard and the cacophony of sex noises fills the small room. Despite her innocence she takes on a femme fatale kind of vibe, like even though she's inexperienced she knows exactly what she wants, and it's so fucking sexy.

She spins my chair out from the soundboard and sinks to her knees between my legs, eyes never leaving my hard length.

"I'm gonna touch you, Van. And then I'm going to suck your cock. And then you're going to give me something I've been wanting for a long time." She takes a deep breath, like she's pausing to give me a chance to argue or building up the courage for what she's going to say next. "You're going to fuck me."

"I don't have a condom." My stupid brain decides to put up a fight at exactly the wrong moment.

"Good." She strokes one finger down the underside of my shaft, making me shiver. "I don't want you to use one. Not for… our first time."

There's double meaning in those words that stirs a hope in my chest that there will be more times to come.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me have my way with you?" Her smirk is devious, like she's acting a part, but it's clear she likes it.

I nod vigorously.

She wraps her hand around my shaft and tugs. She's rougher than I like, especially with no lubrication. It makes me twitch and my stomach hollow. But it still feels so incredible. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and she stares at it with a look of pure fascination. She wets her lips and leans forward, licking the head of my shaft like it's her own personal lollipop.

"It's… hmm." She squeezes me again and more pre-cum seeps out of my tip and onto her waiting tongue. "I like it."

She sounds pleasantly surprised, and it's so damn cute I want to break into song. She tugs again and this time I flinch enough for her to notice.

"Too hard?"

I'm not sure how to answer that. Yes. And no. She'll rub me raw if she keeps going like that, but I don't dislike it. I cup her cheek. "Spit on it."

She seems a little shocked by my suggestion, but she only hesitates a moment before spitting in her hand and using her saliva to ease up and down my length.

I moan and then she replaces her hand with her mouth, sliding her lips down experimentally, slowly taking me deeper and deeper. When she gags, she pauses, breathes through her nose, and keeps going.

I've had one hand job in the back parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, but I've never had a blow job before. It's fucking amazing.

"That feels…" I grip the armrests on my chair to keep from grabbing her hair and slamming myself down her throat. She moves in a steady rhythm that makes my toes tingle and my muscles tense.

"So good. Too good. You're gonna make me…" I grab her face and pull her off seconds before I lose control. My cock aches, twitching in protest, balls throbbing.

I stand, pulling her to her feet with me, then spinning us and pushing her down into the chair I just vacated. Surprised by the sudden role reversal, she gasps.

"I can't let you have all the fun." I lift her full skirts over my head and find the top of her panties with my hands. "Lift."

She does as I ask and lifts her hips for me, allowing me to drag her underwear down her thick thighs and all the way to her ankles.

I bunch her skirt up at her waist, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. Dark curls obstruct my view, so I gently part them, revealing the prettiest sight I've ever seen. I trail my thumb over her vulva and look up at her, desperate to see her reaction. She's looking back at me with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

I hold her gaze as I stick out my tongue and sweep it up her center. She squirms, like she's trying to get away from me, but grips my hair like she's trying to pull me closer.

The noises coming through the speakers from Katie seem to provoke Heather and push her on.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck." Her hips buck on a moan. I don't think I've ever heard her curse before. "I didn't know… so good. So fucking good. You're such a good boy, sucking my clit. Now, stick your tongue inside of me and swirl it around. I need…" she gasps. "Yes!"

Pride swells in my chest at seeing her reactions. She wraps her legs around my shoulders, squirms, tugs my hair, pushes me against her into my own personal heaven. Her uninhibited pleasure makes me so fucking hard.

"That's it, yes," she says. "So good. Ah! Ah! Yesss!"

She tenses everywhere. Her legs shoot out straight over my shoulders. Her back arches. Throwing her head back, she shakes. Gushes all over my tongue. The sweet, tart taste is unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I feel nearly intoxicated by it.

I lift my head to look at her, wearing a stupid grin. She shakes her head back and forth and clutches her hair with one hand. When she looks down at me, her eyes are dark and she looks almost drunk.

"Wow." A little giggle slips past her lips. So different from the seductive persona she started out with. Her sigh is happy and content.

I'm still a ball of tense energy, my cock protruding out of my open jeans. But she looks so satisfied, I'm not sure I want to push for more. I love the look she's giving me right now. I think I could die happy right here, even if I never get to be inside her.

My cock twitches. Okay, maybe it would be nice to fuck her first. I chuckle at my errant thoughts, and Heather meets my gaze with a smile that's too shy for what we just did.

"We can stop," I offer.

"Absolutely not." She swipes her thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away her release. Her white teeth gleam at me between her plump lips. "I've waited long enough. I want to experience all of it. Everything."

"Everything, huh?"

She smirks and reaches between us to fist my cock. "Well, we don't have to do everything tonight. We should save some of my list for later."

"You have a list?"

She bites her bottom lip and nods. The way this girl can swing from wild sexual confidence to bashful uncertainty is staggering and surprisingly arousing. I both want to corrupt her and have her corrupt me.

"How the hell are you still a virgin?"

She looks down at her hand, casually teasing my cock. "I've kind of had my eye on someone and didn't think he was interested."

If she's implying what I think she's implying, I could shoot myself. But there's no use beating myself up about the past. We're here now. I'm gonna need to send Katie a gift basket for leaving her mic on and starting all this. Puck, too, for sending Heather up here.

"So… um…" She shifts uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to imply that this has to be anything more than… I mean, we don't have to save anything for later. There doesn't have to be a later." She stumbles over her words in the most adorable way.

"There's going to be a later. We have an entire list to work through." I run my hands up her sides and hook my fingers over the top of her bodice.