Jamie and Mike and Debbie

Everyone in this fictional story is over 18. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Mike and Jamie had known each other for several years. Although they lived in different cities, they were members of the same church denomination, so they would see each other several times a year at conventions, retreats, camps, etc. While they were together, they enjoyed each other's company. They would hold hands, kiss, and do some light touching over their clothes. Nothing serious as Jamie's parents made it clear to her that they would disown her if she became pregnant before she was married.

Jamie was a petite girl, standing 5-foot-tall, barely weighing 100 lbs. with short auburn hair, green eyes, and B cups. Mike was short for a guy, around 5' 7", weighing 140 lbs. With brown hair and brown eyes.

The time came for Jamie's high school graduation, and Mike made the hour drive to attend both the ceremony and the reception. After the reception ended, Mike hung out with Jamie at her house. They were sitting on the couch in the basement, the TV was on, but they weren't paying attention to it. They were talking about their lives up to this point, and their future plans. They both planned to attend college in Jamie's town, and they were excited about the opportunity to spend more time with each other. When the conversation lagged, they started to pay attention to the TV. Neither one of them knew what the show was, and it was only mildly interesting. They cuddled together, and their hands began to wander.

At first, it was mild; his hand was on her waist, while her hand was on his knee. Soon after, her hand had drifted up his thigh while his hand moved to her breast. They shifted positions to get a better feel and started kissing. Small quick pecks at first, but then her lips started to linger longer and longer. Soon, their tongues were caressing, and their hands wandered more. Mike's hand made its way under her shirt and rested on her stomach, while hers reached up and cupped his dick. Mike's dick was getting hard, and it was starting to be uncomfortable, but he didn't care. This was farther than he'd ever been with a girl.

Jamie was glad that he had moved his hand from her breast to her stomach. She craved the skin-on-skin contact, but she wished that he would move up her torso. She moved her hand to the top of his jeans, reaching down to try to feel the tip of his dick; Mike moved his hand up and under her bra, caressing her tit with his hand. He then started to massage her nipple with his thumb. Jamie shivered inside. This was the first boy she had touched like that, and it felt amazing.

Mike couldn't take it anymore. He removed his hand from Jamie's shirt and reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Jamie took this opportunity to remove her shirt and bra, tossing both of them onto the floor. She laid down on the couch, her body draped across his. They looked at each other and smiled. Mike reached out and continued to massage her tits. Jamie reached for his now rock-hard cock and freed it from the confines of his boxer briefs. She started sliding her hand up and down the shaft, and a jolt of electricity flowed through Mike's body. He'd never had anyone else touch his cock. Their breathing grew heavier and he leaned down to kiss her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke off the kiss.

"Dare we?" he asked.

"Dare we what?" she responded.

Mike reached down, unbuttoned her pants, hooked his thumbs inside the waistbands, and started to slide them down. Jamie reached for his hands and stopped him.

"I really want to," she said, "do you have any protection?"

Mike paused. He didn't have a condom. He didn't think things would progress this far. "No," he said, a hint of rejection in his voice.

"I can't. Not without a way to protect ourselves," she said, the disappointment in her tone was noticeable.

They sat there for a moment, motionless, unsure what to say next. Jamie's eyes lit up.

"Use your fingers," she suggested, "and I'll use my hand."

"It's not the same," Mike replied.

"I know, but it's the best we can do right now."

Jamie pushed Mike's hands down and lowered her pants to give him clear access to her pussy. She then took his right hand and guided it to her, through the auburn hair, and into her slit. She was incredibly wet. She rubbed his fingers up and down a couple of times, his fingers just entering her folds. Mike took over and continued to rub for a few more moments. Jamie leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being touched by someone else. She had touched herself before, but this was different. Suddenly, she felt a rush of joy and Mike slid two fingers inside of her. She gasped and leaned forward.

"Are you OK," he asked.

"More than OK," she replied.

Mike continued to slide his fingers in and out. Jamie reached over and grabbed Mike's cock. It had softened during the rejection but had stiffened again with his finger fucking. Mike inhaled sharply when she grabbed him. He had felt that same jolt as before.

"Are you OK," she asked.

"More than OK."

She slowly started stroking him, gently at first, and tightening her grip as she increased her tempo. He increased the speed of his fingers to match her pace. They moaned together, their pace quickening, their breaths turning into gasps.

"Jesus Jamie, I'm close," Mike said in-between gasps.

"Me too," she replied.

After a few more thrusts with his fingers, Jamie let out a muffled squeal, trying not to be too loud. Mike felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around them. He stopped with his fingers fully inside her. Hearing her squeal pushed Mike over the edge--his cock erupted, shooting cum into the air. He let out a final groan, his body convulsing as he spurted. As their simultaneous orgasms subsided, they lay together in the afterglow.

"Wow. I've never felt anything like that before," she said.

"Me either. You're incredible."

They lay there for a few more minutes until Jamie suddenly sat up.

"Shit, what time is it?"

Looking at the clock on the wall, Mike said, "It's 11:40."

"You need to go. I'm not supposed to have anyone past midnight--especially a boy."

She pulled up her pants, grabbed her shirt, and ran to the bathroom. She re-emerged with a towel and tossed it to Mike. He hurriedly tried to clean himself up as best he could and tossed the towel back to Jamie. Then he grabbed his jacket and keys, and they quickly and quietly went to the door. They paused for one last kiss.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise," she whispered in his ear.

With that, Mike let himself out to make the hour-long drive home. The whole way, he couldn't help but think of what could have been.

A few months later, Mike found himself at Jamie's house again. They both had Thursday afternoons off from classes. They sat in the basement again, TV on in the background, talking about the summer, college classes, and just catching up with each other. They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Jamie was wearing a sundress that hit just above her knees, showing off her tan legs when she pulled them up onto the couch. With the thin straps and low-cut back, Mike noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. The conversation lagged, but Mike kept looking at her, admiring her beauty. Jamie caught him staring.

"What are you looking at," she asked.

"I'm just admiring your beauty," he responded. That caused Jamie to blush. She grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. She settled on a movie that she had seen before, one with an erotic sex scene. That worked into her plan. She had planned on losing her virginity today.

Mike excused himself to the bathroom. Jamie took advantage of his absence to remove her panties and stash them away. When he returned, she convinced him to sit in the middle of the couch. She draped her legs across his lap and leaned on the corner. The way she was lying, the hem of her dress rode a little higher, and Mike definitely noticed. He put his hand on her leg, just above her knee, and began caressing the inside of her leg. His fingers would reach under the fabric at times, but never higher.

Jamie shifted her weight on the couch, using this as an excuse to discreetly pull her dress higher. Mike looked down when she was done shifting, and noticed more of her leg was exposed. His hand wandered higher since her dress was higher. He noticed that her skin was softer on this part of her thigh. "I wonder how much higher I can go. I've gone this far and she hasn't said a word," "Mike thought. After another minute or so, he decided to risk it. He moved his hand all the way up. Expecting to feel the cloth of her underwear, He stopped when he felt the hair of her bush. "Holy shit! She's not wearing any underwear," he thought, his cock began to stiffen. He let his hand rest on her pussy. Jamie let out a soft sigh when he touched her.

They sat there for a few moments. Mike, not wanting to move for fear of losing his position, started running a finger along the outsides of her folds. His finger would occasionally slip in between them. Jamie's breathing changed when he did. He grew bolder, placing his hand above her mound and using his thumb to stimulate her. Her wetness was starting to build as she let out a soft moan and moved closer to him.

Meanwhile, his stiffening was increasing while he was touching her, but with Jamie's legs across his, he couldn't reach to make any adjustments. The best he could do was only provide minimal relief. Jamie closed her eyes, soaking in his gentle touch. She reached up and cupped a breast, slowly massaging it. Mike noticed this and his reaction only increased his discomfort. He tried adjusting again, but it was no use.

"Do you remember the last time we were here?" She asked softly. "Of course," he replied, "How could I forget?"

"Why didn't we take it any further?"

"We didn't have any protection," he recalled. His stomach dropped when he realized that he was on the precipice again, and he wasn't prepared again. "And I don't have any this time either." The disappointment in his voice was obvious. He hung his head, knowing he missed another opportunity. He pulled his hand from her mound and rested it on her knee.

She opened her eyes and saw his head hanging low. Mike didn't notice, but Jamie reached behind her, between the cushion and the arm of the couch. She grabbed a condom that she had stashed there earlier.

"Hey... It's OK," she tried to assure him. "Yeah," he said, without looking at her.

She brought her hand up and said, "Look at me." Mike let out a sigh and turned his head towards her. Like a magician, she flipped the condom in between her fingers so he could see it. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at, but then he grinned, and his heart started beating hard. "Are you serious," he asked, his tone changing from sullen to excited.

"Yes. I've wanted this for a while. I've wanted you to be my first since graduation," she said.

They smiled at each other. Jamie swung her legs around, stood up, and faced him. She grabbed the hem of her dress, then pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She stood there, totally naked and vulnerable. Mike's jaw almost hit the floor. He'd seen naked women before, on the computer screen, but seeing her in the flesh and someone he knew so well was completely different. It felt more personal, more erotic. She slowly spun around so that he could see all of her. Her auburn hair hanging at her ears, her B-cups not moving at all, and finally, her trimmed bush.

"Well, what are you waiting for? We don't have all afternoon; my parents will be home from work in a couple of hours."

She helped him off the couch and crouched down to unbuckle his belt. After his belt, she unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped his zipper. She pulled down his jeans to his ankles and could see his cock bulging in his underwear, yearning to be free. She kissed it through the fabric, then grabbed the waistband and lowered them to join the jeans. His cock stood straight out. She kissed the head, and then down and up the shaft. She took the tip in her mouth, holding it there for a moment, then ran her tongue back and forth along the bottom.

A jolt ran through Mike's body when her lips touched his shaft. It almost caused him to fall back. Instead, he grabbed her head. The feeling was so intense he let out a gasp when she took him in her mouth and licked his head, "Oh Jamie, that feels incredible."

She swirled her tongue around a couple of more times and then released him. She stood up and placed her hands on his chest. Before he knew what happened, she pushed him down on the couch. "Lay down," she demanded. Mike was shocked. This was a side of her he had never seen before, and he wasn't sure how to respond. At first, he didn't move, but then she said it again. "Lay down!!" she demanded again, this time more sternly. He laid down on the couch, pulling his feet out of his jeans and underwear. Once he was on his back, Jamie opened the condom wrapper and reached down to his cock, which was standing straight up. She rolled it on like a pro, kissing the tip when she was finished. "All safe," she said

She climbed and straddled him lining up her pussy so she could grind on him, sliding back and forth, his shaft along her love canal. They both gasped at the feeling it gave. After a dozen or so strokes, she raised up, grabbed his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto him. She went down until she felt resistance. She raised up a little again, took a deep breath, and plunged down his entire length.

She let out a howl of both pain and pleasure and Mike let out a cry of pleasure. The move was so sudden that he couldn't prepare himself. They sat there, motionless, enjoying the initial rush. They looked at each other and smiled, realizing what had just happened. Finally, Jamie started rocking back and forth, slowly at first but eventually gaining speed. Mike grabbed her hips, enjoying the sensation. She eventually stopped rocking and switched to bouncing, raising up just enough so the tip of his cock is just inside her entrance. She started to grunt as she bounced; Mike let out several long moans. "Oh Jamie," he moaned, "you feel so good" "You too," she responded, "it feels so good to have you inside me."

They fucked like that for several more minutes. His orgasm was building.

"Jamie.... I'm close...... I'm going to...... cum soon, Mike managed to say between moans. "Switch places," she gasped, stopping on a downstroke. She climbed off of him, "Oh," he moaned, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. She helped him up and took his place, pulling her knees up to her chest. Mike climbed up, grabbed his cock, and then slammed it into her. "OOOHHH," she shouted. Mike started slamming into her, determined to get back to where he was before she climbed off. Jamie shouted at every thrust; Mike grunted with her. Soon, he announced he was close again. "Wait," she said, breathless, "pull out and

take off the condom. I want you to cum on me,"

Mike complied, stripped the condom off, and threw it across the room with one easy toss. He grabbed his cock and started furiously stroking. After a minute, he's almost there. A couple of more strokes, and he started spurting on her, letting out a howl. Cum flew from his cock and landed on her from her tits down to her mound. Jamie cried out in glee and started laughing as she got sprayed. Mike slumped over, totally spent, his orgasm-fueled high coming to an end.

"That was incredible," Jamie said. "You're amazing too," Mike replied.

They lay together for a while. Jamie would play with the cum on her stomach, swirling it around, trying to wipe it on Mike's face. They'd laugh, blow kisses, and touch each other. After a while, Mike asked, "What time is it?" "Why, do you have a date?" she chided him. "Well, there are two things. I have plans to meet with a friend to study, and your parents will be home soon."

"You want to get a shower? We have time. I promise I won't peek," Jamie offered. "That would be great. You can peek if you want," Mike replied. They made their way to the bathroom, Mike showered first. Jamie stayed in the room but didn't join him in the shower. She would pull the curtain back once in a while. He caught her once and started stroking his cock for her benefit. He finished his shower and they switched places. He would return the favor, pulling the curtain back to peek. Each time he looked, her back was to him. He didn't see her tits, but he got a great view of her ass.

She finished and got out. They hugged and kissed, little pecks, giggling as they did. Jamie turned around in his arms. They looked at each other in the mirror. Mike leaned his chin on her shoulder. He moved one arm and started massaging her tit, tweaking her nipple between two fingers. Then moved his other arm down to her pussy and started massaging it with his fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

"I wish I could stay with you like this," Mike said.

"I know, me too, but if my parents caught us, they'd kill us both," she replied. A couple more minutes of playing, and she broke away. "You need to go, they'll be here any minute.

"I know." With that, they went out and got dressed, got rid of the evidence, and made their way to the door. They hugged and kissed again. "Can we do that again?" he asked. "I'm sure we can. We'll just need to be careful," she replied. "I'll see you later, " he said, kissing her one more time. She watched him leave, sighing to herself. The afternoon went pretty much as she had planned, and she was already making plans for next time.

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Mike eventually made his way back to his dorm room. He had an extra pep in his step after the events of the afternoon. He went to open the door to his room, and he found it unlocked. "That's strange," he thought. He cautiously opened the door and saw Debbie sitting at the foot of his bed, flipping through a textbook. He walked in and she looked up. "You're finally here. I thought you ditched me, "she said.

"No, not on purpose. Something, uh, came up," Mike said, trying to come up with an excuse.

They were supposed to study together an hour ago. Mike was surprised she actually waited that long.

"How did you get in here?" Mike asked.

"Your roommate let me in before he left. He said wouldn't be back until Sunday night," she replied.

Mike plopped down on the bed and leaned towards her to give a kiss. She leaned in and kissed him back. One short kiss turned into a longer series of kisses. "Mmmm. I've missed that," Debbie cooed. "Me too," Mike replied.

Debbie was a junior. Fairly tall, standing around 5 '10", She had shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, a little on the chubby side, and stacked with D cups. She wasn't obese, but she carried her weight well. They had been seeing each other casually since the beginning of the semester. They would go out occasionally, study together, make out, put their hands on each other, but that's as far as it went. Those were her rules, not his.

"Remind me what we're studying again."

"Psychology," Debbie reminded him.

"Are you sure it's not Anatomy?"

"I'm sure," she chided.

"That's too bad," Mike said, as he got up to get the textbook and notes.

They studied for a while, not making any real progress. He was distracted by her long, tanned legs coming out of her shorts, and her shirt probably had one button too many undone for most people. She would catch him staring at her and tap the book. "Focus," she would scold. "Sorry." was always his response.

"I wonder what got into him today. He's never like this. I wonder...." she thought.

Debbie had been thinking about their relationship for a while, thinking it may be time to take it to the next level. In the beginning, she had made the rules clear, this wasn't anything serious, and Mike had never strayed from them. But today, there was something different about him. He seemed happier, almost giddy. She looked up from the book again and found him staring again.

"What?" she asked, chuckling.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you."

"You're not going to learn the material."

"You're making it hard to concentrate."

Debbie blushed. "I'm not doing anything."

"That's the problem."

"What would you have me do," she asked.

Mike tossed his book and notebook on the floor. He reached over, grabbed her book, and tossed it on the floor. He then slid over, took her head in his hands, and kissed her. Not like before, this was more passionate, more sensual, more erotic. She responded and melted into him, sensing that this was more. He reached down and grabbed her tits with both hands and started tweaking them through her shirt. She dropped a hand to his thigh and then started moving towards his dick. She had done that before, always stopping short, but this time, she kept going. She squeezed it through his jeans a few times and then reached up and put her hand on his waistband, reaching down as far as she could.

When she put her hand on his thigh, he felt a twinge of excitement. When her hand reached into his waistband, his dick started to stir and was becoming more uncomfortable inside his jeans. They broke the kiss, and he moved his hands. She moved her hand from his jeans. Mike cleared his throat and tried to adjust himself to relieve the discomfort. Since she was sitting right in front of him, there was no hiding it.

"Are you ok," she asked.

"Never better," he replied.

He took her arms and moved her so she was lying on the bed. He carefully laid next to her, and they started kissing again. It was more passionate this time, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. He reached under her shirt, grabbing her left tit, massaging it through her bra. Debbie moaned softly. After a moment of massaging, he reached for the right one. He was able to slide his fingers underneath the cup and play with the nipple, rubbing it with his first two fingers. Debbie moaned softly again, giving her approval. He removed his hand from her bra and then reached to move her hands above her head. He climbed on top of her, kissing more passionately now, and started grinding on her hips, like he was screwing her.

"Ooohh Mike," she moaned.

They continued for another minute or so, their tongues getting more aggressive. Suddenly she stopped kissing.

He raised his head. "What's wrong," he asked.

"Do you want to go to the vending machine," she asked. "What?" he thought. "That's a weird question, why would she.... oh.... OOHH," it finally dawned on him what she was asking. Last week, they had been at the vending machine in the lobby of the dorm. She noticed and commented that you could get condoms from the machine. She was asking if he wanted to have sex with her.

"Yes," he said, smiling.

She smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Mike didn't need to go to the vending machine. His roommate kept a stash. He was always having girls over. He told Mike he was welcome to them. He climbed off of her and off of the bed to retrieve one.

"Wait," she said. "I've never done it before."

"Done what," he asked.

"IT," she replied. "I've never been with a man."

"Really?" Mike was stunned.

"I've just never gotten around to it," she admitted. "I've never felt the right vibe with anyone, not a man anyway. But you, I'm feeling the vibe with you." He looked at her, unsure how to respond. "What about you? Have you ever...?"

Mike thought back to earlier in the day. To Jamie and the experience that they had shared together, just hours before. "No," he lied, "I haven't either."

Debbie let out a sigh of relief. "Do you need to go downstairs?" she asked.

"No, my roommate has a supply and said I could help myself."

"Great! Go get one," she purred

Mike went to the drawer where his roommate kept his stash. Thank goodness he had restocked. He turned around and looked at Debbie. She had sat up, watching him with a smile. She took off her shirt, then stood up, pulled her pants down, and stepped out of them, leaving her in her matching bra and panties. She gave him a sly look and said "Your turn." He wasted no time in stripping down to his boxer briefs, his bulge evident. She looked at it approvingly and said "Come here."

Mike took two steps and embraced her, kissing her passionately. He reached around and tried to unhook her bra, but ended up fumbling around due to his lack of experience. "Let me," she said. She turned around and reached back and unhooked the clasp. She held it up with her hands for a moment, almost like she was embarrassed to be seen without it. She took a deep breath and threw the bra on the pile of clothes.

He stepped up behind her and reached under her arms and supported her tits with his hands. They were just more than a handful. As he began messaging them, she tilted her head back. A gasp escaped her mouth as she enjoyed the feeling. After a minute, He whispered into her ear, "Lie down on the bed."

She did so, but also put her hands over her tits, again like she was hiding them. He moved both hands so they were both over her head, holding them there with his left hand. He leaned down and kissed her again. No tongue this time, just long, slow, passionate kisses. He tossed the condom down by her feet and ran the back of his finger down her stomach, barely touching her. When he got to her panties, he flipped his hand over and slipped it inside, continuing towards the prize. He noticed that he did not encounter any hair like he did with Jamie.

He got to her slit and slowly inserted one finger, then eventually another. She moaned against his mouth. He could feel her wetness start to build. When she was sufficiently wet, he moved and started kissing down her body. First, her chin, then her neck, the right nipple, then the left, then the space in between her breasts, down her chest to her stomach, her belly button, finally down to her pussy, kissing it through the fabric. He paused there for a moment, inhaling her scent. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her. He could sense she was ready.

He stood up, removed his underwear, and grabbed the condom. He carefully climbed onto the bed, between her legs, which she had spread to accommodate him. He was on his knees, looking down at her. Her hands remained above her head, her tits barely sagging. She looked at him and smiled. His cock had remained at full attention this whole time. He opened and rolled the condom onto his shaft. "Thank you," she said softly.

He grabbed her legs and raised them up so they were together, he then reached down with both hands and grabbed her panties at her hips, slowly working them off and up her legs. He brought them down to his nose and inhaled deeply, enjoying her scent. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly and he tossed them aside. He spread her legs apart and gazed at her perfectly shaved pussy. He stared at it, mesmerized by the site. He'd seen others in videos, but Debbie's looked so much better.

She looked at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"You," he replied, "You look amazing."

She blushed and giggled, "Thank you." With that, he raised up slightly so he could line up his cock with her pussy. Before he touched her with it. He asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

He placed his cock on her slit, sliding it back and forth inside her folds a couple of times. "Are you sure," he said, teasingly.

"Yes," she said softly, the sensation starting to overtake her.

A couple of more strokes. "I can't hear you," he teased.

"YES!!... STICK IT IN ME. PLEASE!!" she shouted.

Mike lined himself up and guided the tip in with his hand, then grabbed both of her hips. He paused for just a moment and then shoved his cock home with one thrust. Debbie let out a shout of pain while Mike felt the thrill of being inside a pussy, his second one today. When Debbie's shouts eased, he started sliding back and forth. Slowly at first, taking time to enjoy her. He noticed that while she was tight, she wasn't as tight as Jamie. He gasped as waves of pleasure swept over him as he fucked her.

He looked down at Debbie, and she had closed her eyes. Her hands had grabbed the headboard. "More," she whispered, "give me more." He tried to thrust a little harder, causing her tits to bounce back and forth. She let out gasps of pleasure at each stroke. "Harder...... Harder.... Uhhh...... Uhhh," she gasped. Mike tried to oblige her, thrusting harder and faster, but he could feel his climax building. He didn't know if he could last long enough to give her what she wanted or needed. He hooked her legs on his shoulder and tried to fuck her harder and faster. He was now grunting on each thrust.

"Ohhhh Debbie..... Ohhh Debbie..... Ohhhh Debbie," he cried, "I'm close... so close." "Not yet... I need more," she pleaded. A minute later, he reached the point of no return. He thrust all the way in one final time, his seed exploding in the latex, dick throbbing, "OHHH... OHHHH.... OHHHHH.... OHHHHHHH," he cried out on each spurt. Debbie also moaned when he came, but he could tell that her orgasm hadn't hit.

They lay there for a moment, breathing returning to normal. Mike reached down and grabbed the edge of the condom, holding it against his groin, and pulled out of her. Debbie let out a little, playful, disappointing moan as he pulled out. She liked the feeling of having him inside her. He got up, removed the condom, threw it in the trash, and laid back on the bed. They moved so they could hold each other.

"How do you feel," he asked.

"Liberated, like a huge weight has been lifted"

"Was it what you expected?"

"I think so, I wasn't sure what to expect. How about you"

"The same. I wish I would have lasted longer for you," Mike replied. He was running through the difference in the experience between Jamie and Debbie. With Jamie, she definitely had an agenda, while with Debbie, it was more spontaneous.

"That's OK. We can do it again sometime," she promised.

"I'd like that, but I don't want to pressure you into doing something you're uncomfortable with."

With that, she let out a content sigh. They lay there for a while, wrapped in their afterglow. She finally said that she needed to go, she had an early class in the morning. She got up and got dressed, her back towards him, almost like she was embarrassed about being exposed to him

"I had fun tonight", she said.

"Me too," he replied.

She leaned down and kissed him goodbye. "See you later," she said as she stood up.

"I look forward to it."

And with that, she slipped out the door. What a day, Mike thought. Two girls, correction, two virgins, in one day. He had feelings for both of them. The feelings were different, but unmistakably there. "Let's see where this ride takes us," he thought, trying to figure out how he was going to manage both relationships.