Whipping herself on top of me, she straddles me, and my dick is instantly hard again. But knowing I’m not getting any gratification tonight, I take her by the hips and lift her to the side, putting her back on the mattress again.

“Hey,” she says. “I made my choice.”

I get out of bed to find my underwear on the floor but stop and look back at her propped up on her elbows. “Well, I’m choosing the other for you. I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she asks, “What if that’s exactly what I want for my first time? I don’t want hearts and roses or picnics by the lake. I want to feel normal like every other twenty-one-year-old.”

I don’t bother with my boxer briefs. I climb back on the bed and then push the covers down so we both can slip our legs under. For someone so sure of herself, she falls in bed and curls up right beside me. Lying with our heads on the pillows, we face each other. “You are normal, Lark,” I say, lying. I don’t know any twenty-one-year-old virgins, but I chalk it up to the fact that I just didn’t care enough about my first time to think twice. “I respect that you value that part of yourself enough to wait for the right time—”

“The right guy works, too.” She drapes her arm over my chest. “I’m ready, Harbor.”

Her whole body vibrates, and she’s still grinning. I remember the delicious feeling. She’s still reeling from the high of her first real orgasm—one that I gave her. Shit, I’m getting hard again. “For someone who is basically begging me for sex, you sure do look cozy and content.”

She laughs. “I can’t help it. Look at us all naked and cuddling. I would have never guessed that I’d end up with the guy from the gas station.” She yawns, and I’m reminded of the late hour.

“I’ve been thinking about that. I’m not thrilled with being the ‘guy from the gas station.’ We need a redo.” I lean over and kiss her quickly. “I also think we need some sleep.”

“I agree on the sleep, but as for the redo, I’d just like the first ‘do.’” She giggles and then lifts the covers, and asks, “What about the situation down there?”

I cover up again and shake my head slightly. “I don’t have a ‘situation down there.’ It’s a hard-on. It will go down.”

“Won’t that hurt? I always heard it hurts.”

Is she fucking with me right now? She might be, but I have a feeling she’s not. “I wouldn’t call it pain, but if you want to kiss it and make it feel better, I won’t stop you.”

Eager, she moves under the covers. “I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“What?” My head bolts up from the pillow, and I lift the cover to see her eyes. She’s got to be fucking with me. “You’ve never given a blow job?”