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Tina had thought that stress over schoolwork wouldn’t end after high school. So many of her teachers had warned their senior class about how hard it would be after high school, with professors even more strict, that Tina had been sure her high stress over schoolwork wouldn't be ending after graduation. There were so many shows and movies that featured college life and how the workload could be overwhelming. The worry had become so consuming during her senior year of high school that for one week she’d slept so little that she’d ended up fainting in the cafeteria one day. It had scared the hell out of her friends and her parents had gotten on to her after they’d picked her up.

Not wanting anyone to be upset anymore, she’d gone onto the internet and searched for ways to help her fall asleep. Lots of options had come up, from counting sheep to meditating to drinking warm milk. But none of those had worked and she started getting a little desperate, knowing that she needed some way to knock her ass out.

Then there was one suggestion she’d found that had actually worked for her.

Masturbation.

According to the website she’d found, when someone orgasmed it released a mix of neurochemicals that could potentially help prepare someone for sleep. Something about inhibiting the hormone that made them feel stressed.

So one night after she’d gone to bed – and locked her door because the idea of any of her family walking in on her made her want to die – she’d tried it. And almost immediately after she’d gotten off she’d passed right out.

Waking up the next morning well-rested nearly made her cry from relief. It worked! She finally knew how to make herself sleep! There were no more sleepless nights and she didn’t faint again.

The first few times she touched herself, it was just exploring and learning what made her feel the best. It was actually a lot of fun to discover what would help bring her over that edge of euphoria. She experimented touching different parts of herself, switching up the speed in which she used her fingers and hands. Soon she was an expert on how to make herself come and it felt like an accomplishment.

Eventually she found her mind wandering to different scenarios that she’d imagine as she got herself off. Her mind conjured up all kinds of scenes, in different locations with varying levels of intensity. For the most part the person doing things to her – usually a guy, though she wasn’t exactly opposed to it being a girl – was faceless, just a body for her to dream about and rub one out to.

However, it wasn’t long until Tina started putting a face to her imaginary lover and she couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish about it.

Zeke.

Look, if her thirteen-year-old self had been able to time travel, she would have started fantasizing about him sooner, okay?? He’d shot up in height the summer before sophomore year and was now a whopping six foot five. His hairstyle had changed then, too, shaved in a fade haircut with his curls piled on the top of his head. And between wrestling, working out, and working for his step dad doing construction during the summer, his muscles had gotten huge . Most sleeves hugged his arms tight, showing off his bulging biceps. His shoulders were broad and his chest was firm, and he was just so strong .

Despite all his physical changes, his sweet temperament had stayed the same. He still cared so deeply about everyone in his life and was fiercely protective of them all. When she’d found out that one of her boyfriends was cheating on her, Zeke had been the one to track him down and give him a black eye. When Jimmy Jr. had come out as gay, Zeke had sworn that if Jimmy Sr. tried anything he would come running to help. Same for when Jocelyn came out, though thankfully her parents were much more accepting of it. Zeke still loved to laugh and did his best to make all of them smile. He started working at the restaurant after sophomore year and her family adored him, even Louise.

Was it really any wonder that she’d fallen head over heels for him?

Not that she’d ever said anything to him, god no. She knew that he wouldn’t be cruel and laugh in her face, that he would let her down gently and stay her friend, but she could never allow herself to take that risk. He was way too important to her, and just the mere thought of losing him made her want to weep. It was much easier and safer to keep her feelings to herself.

It didn’t stop her from picturing him in her head when she masturbated, though. The lewd and erotic things she’d imagine him doing to her often made her blush and she made sure to stomp down those thoughts when they hung out together. It wouldn’t do her any good to get worked up when he was around, which was pretty often.

The habit of masturbating before bed continued even after they’d graduated from high school. It had become part of her routine and she did her best to stick to it. She wondered if it was going to turn out to be a bad thing at some point down the line, but she didn’t linger on it too often.

Then when she started taking classes at the local community colleges, she’d found out that most of the warnings from her high school teachers had been for nothing. For the most part, her professors were fairly chill and laid back. They’d give extensions on assignments if something came up and would dismiss absences as long as they received an email about it. All that stress she’d been under proved to be utterly false and it was irritating to know that she’d lost sleep over something that didn’t even exist.

Life was pretty steady after she got back to school and the months flew by so quickly that it was rather startling. It was already December before she knew it and Zeke was making plans for his birthday on the fifteenth. He was turning twenty – he was a year older than the rest of them on account of being held back in kindergarten – and all he wanted was for her and Jimmy Jr. to go with him into the city. They were going to get dinner somewhere and watch a show at the theater there. It was some musical that Jimmy Jr. had been dying to see, and even though it was Zeke’s birthday he still wanted his best friend to enjoy himself and have fun. Tina was just glad to be included, though it wasn’t anything new. The two boys had been making a conscious effort to make sure she never felt excluded, which she appreciated.

There was just one thing she was concerned about. Their dinner reservation wasn’t until seven, and then the show started at eight-thirty. And from what Jimmy Jr. had said, it ran for about three hours. The drive to the city itself was about two hours, so they wouldn’t be getting home until very late. Normally that wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but Tina knew her body. It was going to get tired and want a release before they got home.

And if they figured out why she was being so antsy she would just die of embarrassment. Not that she felt ashamed of her body’s needs, but it was just too much for her best friends to know.

To try to prevent this, the day of the trip, Tina locked herself in her room for an hour before she started getting ready and went to town on herself. Her hope was that if she was able to get off then and make it really good for herself, then maybe she could avoid having her body betray her later on. It was a pretty solid plan, or so she thought. And it was good, it was really good, and when she was done she felt a little sore but also deeply satisfied. Pleased that her plan seemed to work, she left her room and got ready before heading down the stairs to meet Zeke and Jimmy Jr. outside. Then they all got into Zeke’s truck and headed out.

The trip itself was pretty nice. Zeke was an excellent driver, having never gotten in an accident since the day he’d turned sixteen and gotten his driver’s license. Jimmy Jr. always had the best road trip music downloaded and ready to go, and Tina got to be the passenger princess, making herself comfy and letting the boys take care of everything. They sang along to Jimmy’s playlist and were all in a great mood when they arrived in the city.

Their dinner reservation was at a Korean barbeque place and the food was absolutely delicious. Jimmy and Tina didn’t let Zeke pay, ignoring his protests as they both pulled out enough to foot the bill. This was for his birthday, after all. They left the restaurant with enough time to get to the theater and find their seats. Zeke had managed to get them seats in the middle of the theater, close enough that they could see everything but far enough where they didn’t have to crane their necks. He kept his arm on the back of Tina’s seat for the whole show and she had to resist the urge to cuddle into his side. They’d cuddled plenty of times before – Zeke’s main love language was touch and he cuddled with all of their friends – but the idea of doing so in such a public place made her blush. Still, she couldn’t resist resting her head on his shoulder and nearly turned into goo when he gently rubbed her arm in return.

The musical was so much fun and Jimmy Jr. was raving about it afterwards. They parted ways outside of the theater – Jimmy’s boyfriend Will lived in the city and they hadn’t seen each other in a bit – and Zeke led Tina back to his truck with his hand on the small of her back. It was very late, close to midnight. They had a two-hour drive ahead of them with just the two of them in the truck.

“Thanks for comin’ out with me tonight, T-Bird,” Zeke said warmly as they got on to the highway. “I had a lotta fun.”

“I’m really glad I could be here,” she responded cheerily, giving him a big smile. “Happy birthday, Zeke.”

“Best one yet,” he hummed, reaching over to place his hand on her knee.

His warm touch suddenly made Tina extremely aware of how close he was, and how good he smelled, and how he had been so sweet tonight.

And how she hadn’t gotten to touch herself like she usually did for her nightly routine.

God damn it, her plan hadn’t worked after all. Her body was jonesing for a hit, and Tina squeezed her thighs together as she desperately tried to think about anything else. She silently cursed herself for wearing such a short dress, since he was touching her bare skin and if he moved his hand up just a little bit more she could spread her legs and guide it to–

“T? You good?”

Zeke’s voice snapped her out of her fantasy and Tina felt her face turning bright red. God damn it, this was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. “I’m okay,” she said quickly, then almost winced when she realized how strained her voice was.

“Ya sure?” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the road. “Ya seem a lil…squirmy. Do ya need to pee? I can pull over and make sure no one see ya if you need to–”

“No, I’m good,” she let him know, nearly groaning when his grip on her knee tightened. His hands were rough against her skin, so different from her own and she was sure they would feel amazing between her–

Oh my god, stop it! You’re just making it worse!

She wished the road would open up and swallow them whole just so that she could escape this humiliation, cursing herself for being affected this much by such a small touch.

“Tina, ya look like yer ‘bout to cry.” His hand moved from her knee, which nearly made her cry out. Whether from relief or mourning, she wasn’t sure. Then he was gently gripping her chin, turning her head to look at him as they came to a stop light that had just turned red. “You can talk to me,” he said, his voice soft as he searched her eyes. “I won’t judge, honest.”

She didn’t know if it was his sincerity or the intense look in his dark eyes, but she found herself blurting out, “I usually touch myself around this time.”

He froze, his eyes going wide as he stared at her. “Wait, do what now?”

Oh god. She swallowed hard but continued on, not seeing any point in trying to backtrack now, “To help myself fall asleep, I usually touch myself to get off around this time. I’ve been doing it nearly every night since senior year, and I think my body is going through, like, withdrawal from not doing it yet tonight.”

She couldn’t read the look on his face as he continued to stare at her, and it was only when someone honked behind them that he started, snatching his hand back and looking back at the road as he hit the gas. The truck jerked forward and Tina gripped the handle above the door to try to keep from being jostled too hard.

“Sorry, sorry,” Zeke apologized quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between the road and her face. “So, um, wh-whatcher sayin’ is ya jus’...really wanna come?”

She nodded, wondering if her face was ever going to go back to its original color at this rate. “Yeah.” Wishing that she could just disappear, Tina turned away from him and pulled her jacket tighter around herself. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry–”

“It ain’t stupid,” he corrected her. “It’s jus’ a basic human need, T-Bird.”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.”

It was quiet for a moment, then he muttered, “I ain’t gonna tell no one. You can trust me.”

“I know,” she reassured him, looking back at him again. “I know that, Zeke. I never thought I couldn’t, promise.”

His expression relaxed a bit, though his shoulders were still stiff. Maybe he just didn’t know how to handle the revelation? Goodness knew Tina wouldn’t, so she got that.

It was quiet again for maybe a couple of minutes, then he let out a slow breath. “Ya know…if you want–” He stopped and swallowed hard, chewing on the corner of his lip as he seemed to contemplate something. Then he seemed to make up his mind, sitting up straighter. “If you wanna just do it now…you can.”

She blinked at him, her eyes wide. “What?”

“If you wanna go ahead and get off now, you can,” he repeated, his face flushing scarlet. “I won’t tell nobody. And I won’t even look if ya don’t want me to. I mean,” he stuttered, swallowing again, “‘c-course ya don’t want me to, that’s j-just–stupid. Sorry. God.” His hand flew up to rub at his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. “But I know it’s still a long ride and yer already gettin’ antsy and I just–I don’t wantcha to, like, suffer or nothin’. S-so if ya want, you can go ahead and do that.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” she found herself asking in a small voice, her heartbeat in her ears.

Zeke shook his head, glancing over at her with a heat in his eyes that nearly made her gush between her thighs. “Not at all,” he murmured, his voice so low that it sent shivers down her spine. His eyes flicked back to the road and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.

He likes that. Oh my god.

…does he like me ??

As her mind frantically searched through all of their history together, she realized that all of the signs pointed to yes . Hadn’t he even told her so way back in the eighth grade?? Granted, he’d been under the pressure of potentially being hit with a water balloon, but still! And there had been signs before and after that…

God, she really was an idiot, wasn’t she?

“Okay,” she breathed, her hands starting to tremble as she slowly pushed her dress up to her hips. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her lacy black panties – look, it was a special occasion and she’d wanted to feel cute, okay?? – and she lifted her ass as she slowly pulled them down her legs and off of herself, being careful to not catch them on her ballet flats. Not entirely sure what to do now and curious about his reaction, she shyly held them out to him.

After a long moment, he reached out and took them from her, his fingers brushing hers and sending an electric current down her arm. She watched as he stared at them for a moment before gulping and carefully slipping them into the front pocket of his jeans. “Thanks,” he whispered, and she saw that his hand was shaking as he gripped the steering wheel again.

He liked her. He had to, if his reactions were anything to go by.

The new realization made her feel brave and she boldly asked, “Do you wanna help?”

His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as they flew over to look at her. “What??”

“Do you wanna help?” she repeated, unable to keep her lips from curling up.

“Help?” he repeated, his voice light with disbelief.

Tina nodded.

“Help you ? Like, to get off??”

She nodded again. “Have you done this before?” she asked, suddenly extremely curious.

“Wh-whaddya mean, T-Bird? Like gotten m’self off, or…?”

“Gotten a girl off.”

He nodded, his eyes once again flicking over to her. “Yeah. A couple times.” Then he turned back to the road. “Been a hot minute, though.”

It wasn’t any surprise that he’d fooled around with girls before. He’d been one of the hottest guys in Huxley High, Tina remembered girls practically throwing themselves at him. It used to make her so jealous, no matter how many times Jimmy Jr. or one of their other friends tried to assure her that Zeke would never go for them. Actually, hadn’t Jimmy been dead convinced that Zeke liked her and had talked about it pretty frequently?

…she really was dense, wasn’t she?

Pushing that out of her mind, she asked once more, a little more shy now, “So? Do you wanna help?”

The silence stretched between them for longer than she thought was comfortable and Tina started to panic. Shit, had she read his reactions wrong? Did he actually not have any interest in her and was just being his usual kind and considerate self? Had she just fucked everything up between them?? Oh no, oh god–

Then the truck jerked to the side and Tina scrambled to grip the handle again, her eyes flying over to stare at Zeke as he pulled off the road and into the parking lot of what looked like an abandoned gas station that had one working street light. He shut off the engine and looked over at her, his expression unreadable. “Yer sure?” he asked, his voice low in his chest and nearly making her swoon.

She nodded, her pulse racing.

His hand started to reach for her, then stopped. “Tina.” He looked almost pained as his eyes searched hers. “If I do this…I can’t just do it once. And I can’t pretend like it don’t mean nothin’ to me. Okay?”

Her heart felt like it was throbbing in her throat. So he did like her, and it seemed like maybe his feelings ran as deep as hers did. Swallowing hard, she nodded, managing to get out, “Okay.”

“I needja to tell me that ya understand,” he said, his voice rough and strained.

“I understand,” she breathed, slipping her jacket off and moving slowly towards him. “And it won’t mean nothing to me, either, Zeke. Promise.”

She held her breath as he studied her for a moment, then seemed to decide something as he nodded and cupped her face with his hand. The other reached out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her across the middle console and onto his lap. His eyes bore into her soul as he looked at her, the tips of their noses touching. “Okay?” he whispered, and she could feel his breath on her lips.

Tina shuddered and nodded quickly, her hands gripping the front of his button up shirt. “Yes. More than okay. Zeke, please.”

“What, baby?” he murmured, the corners of his lips turning up in a smirk. “Whatcha want?”

“Kiss me.”

And he did, his lips capturing hers enthusiastically as his hands cupped her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned when his mouth slanted across hers to deepen the kiss, his tongue dominating hers as she grew unbearably wet between her thighs. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her chest pressed against his as she returned his passion tenfold, her hips bucking against his lap and a shudder going down her spine as her wetness rubbed against the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck,” he snarled into her mouth, pulling away to nip and suck on her neck. His hands flew down to cup her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh and making her whine. “I’ve always wanted this, T-Bird,” he confessed against her skin. “Always wanted to touch you.”

Her pulse skipped. “H-how long?” she keened, gasping when she felt him leave a hickey right under her jaw.

“Forever, girl,” he murmured into her throat. “Least since the eighth grade.”

“ When .” It wasn’t a question.

He pulled back to look into her eyes, his own lit up with such affection it nearly made her heart stop. “The second ya handed me that mascot costume,” he told her, nudging her nose with his own. “I been down bad ever since.”

“You never did anything,” she moaned when he ducked down to mouth at her cleavage.

“Couldn’t. You were with J-Ju, and I ain’t no homewrecker.” His hands squeezed her ass again, his mouth turning up when it made her moan again. “Thought aboutchu all the time, though. ‘Specially when I jerk off.”

“You think about me?” Knowing that made her cunt clench down on nothing . He still wasn’t touching her where she wanted, damn it.

“Hell yeah, baby. All the fuckin’ time.” He kissed her again, murmuring against her lips, “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, girl.” His hands slowly dragged across her hips and to her thighs, his thumbs brushing so close to her pussy that she nearly wept. “Dreamed about gettin’ my hands on you, makin’ you come.”

She was so horny she thought she might burst. “Do you wanna take this into the backseat?” she managed to gasp out, pulling away from his mouth to stare up at him.

Something dark flashed across his eyes, and then Tina was being dragged into the backseat with him. She only had time to blink before his hands were on her again, gripping her thighs and pulling them apart. Then his fingers were rubbing along her wet slit, making her cry out. “Fuck, this all for me?” he growled, staring down at her intently.

Tina nodded frantically, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the edge of the seat.

“Fuck.” A long finger slipped inside her and her inner walls clamped down on it. “So warm and tight,” he breathed against her jaw, his other hand cupping under her knee to keep her leg elevated. “‘S everything I ever dreamed of.”

“Zeke, please,” she sobbed, her pussy throbbing with pure need .

Another finger joined the first, pumping in and out of her as his thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. “Tell me whatcha need, baby girl, and I’ll give it to ya.”

The nickname alone almost did her in. “Please, Sir, I wanna cum,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to focus on the way he was making her feel. “I wanna cum so badly.”

“You wanna cum on my fingers, baby?” There was a sharp sting as his teeth found purchase on the patch of skin at the junction between her neck and shoulder. “That whatchu want?”

Unable to form words, she just nodded.

Then his fingers angled up and hit against a spot inside of her that made her see stars every time they thrust against it. His thumb was relentless on her clit and she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. “Then you cum, Tina girl,” he growled into her skin. “You cum now, all over my hand. Wanna feel you, baby, make you feel so fucking good.”

It was his words that did her in, and Tina threw back her head as her release washed over her in waves so strong she feared she might black out. Her own hands had never made her feel such ecstasy, and part of her wanted to weep about the sensation and how amazing it was. As she slowly came back down, the first thing she became aware of was the way she was gasping out his name between full-body shudders. She opened her eyes and looked at him, her chest heaving as she struggled to take slow, even breaths.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, pulling his hand away as he leaned down to peck her lips. “Ya did so good, T-Bird.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing hot.

The blush was only made worse when he sniffed the fingers covered in her juices before sucking them into his mouth, making noises so lewd she thought she would faint. He pulled them back out and looked her in the eye as he licked his lips, his eyes bright with lust. “Taste so fuckin’ good , T,” he rumbled, leaning down closer to her face. “Would love to get my mouth on yer sweet pussy.”

Okay seriously, her face was just going to be permanently stained red at this point. “I’d like that, too,” she admitted in a small voice, though even her insecurity wasn’t enough to make her look away from him.

His mouth lifted in a wide grin that showed off his slightly crooked front teeth. She thought it added to his charm. “Think you’d want another?”

She blinked stupidly up at him. “Another what?”

“Another orgasm.” The hand behind her knee slid down to grip the supple flesh of her thigh. “I really wanna make you cum again.”

“W-with your mouth?”

A nod made one of his curls fall onto his forehead. “If that’s okay.”

“Yes, yes, oh my god yes,” she moaned, feeling herself gush anew. “Fuck, I’ve imagined that so many times when I touch myself.”

His eyes flew up to stare into hers, wide with shock. “You…you think about me when you get off?”

“All the time,” she confessed, pushing herself up to get closer to his face. “Ever since senior year when I started touching myself before bed. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it.”

His mouth crashed into hers, his hands gripping her hips tight. “Fuck, Tina,” he moaned into the kiss. “Wish I’d known. Coulda been doin’ this for ya a long time.”

She kissed him back, hands flying up to tangle her fingers in his curls as she returned his passion. His happiness was practically radiating off of him and she wanted to soak it in.

He pulled away and stared down at her, a deep affection glowing from his dark hues that made her want to melt into the seat. “I can help from now on,” he said eagerly, grinning down at her. “When ya need to get off ‘fore ya sleep, you can call me. We can go for a drive and find somewhere nice ‘n’ private, and I’ll getcha off any way ya want.”

“Or you could come up to my room,” she offered, grinning back at him.

He arched a brow at her. “Don’t think we’d want yer folks knowin’ I was there.”

“They won’t. You can climb up my ladder to my window and sneak in that way.”

He blinked down at her. “Ladder?”

She nodded. “I have a rope ladder hidden under my desk.”

His mouth opened, then he seemed to think better of it and just shook his head. “You can tell me that story later. For now,” his hands trailed back down her body, gripping her thighs again and spreading them, “if I don’t get my mouth on ya, I’m gonna lose it.”

“We don’t want that,” she murmured, flushing and grinning as she laid back down.

He gave her a grin then dived down, dragging his tongue along her slit and making her gasp out loud. “Fuck, baby girl, taste so good,” he groaned, using his thumbs to part her labia. “I need this every day.”

“That can be arranged,” she choked out, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

Then his tongue was on her clit and she cried out, her hands flying down to grip his hair. This seemed to encourage him, as his lips wrapped around the button and sucked until she saw white spots behind her eyelids.

“Zeke, Sir, please, oh my god,” she wept, her hips bucking.

One of his arms flew up to hold her hips down as he kept up his torturous lapping, his other hand slipping two fingers back into her and pressing against that spot inside of her that made her convulse.

Her second orgasm came faster than she’d ever thought possible and was even stronger this time, with her screaming as she writhed underneath him. He backed off her clit as she came down, pressing a gentle kiss to the flesh before lifting his head to grin at her. “Definitely wanna do that every day,” he panted, slowly sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were shining down at her and he was so beautiful in that moment that she couldn’t help it.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she said without thinking, then immediately stiffened as she realized what she’d just said.

But he just smiled back at her, reaching down to cup her cheek with his hand. “I fell in love with you a long time ago, Tina Belcher,” he said softly, his thumb tenderly brushing over her skin.

His words sunk in and she shot up, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss that made him gasp against her skin. She took advantage of his open mouth and her tongue darted in, ravaging him and tangling with his. He shuddered against her, his arms wrapping around her and pressing her to him as he kissed her back. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck while the other gripped her ass tight, making her keen into the kiss.

When they finally pulled away she managed to gasp out, “I wanna give you a present.”

“You already have, darlin’,” he crooned, pressing several sweet kisses along her jawline.

“I wanna give you another.”

He pulled back to look at her. “What is it?”

Before she could chicken out, Tina pulled her dress off and threw it into the passenger seat. Then she undid her bra and tossed it in the same direction, leaving her naked for his eyes to see. Part of her wanted to cover up, but the other was absolutely basking in the way his eyes traced over her like a starved man.

“I’m one lucky sonuvabitch,” he muttered, then looked up at her face. “Yer so fuckin’ beautiful, Tina.”

She flushed with pleasure then reached out to undo the buttons of his shirt. “You, too,” she murmured. “Want you naked, too.”

“Yes’um.” His hands flew down to undo his belt then unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper following soon after. She finished with his shirt as he wriggled to get his pants and boxers off, his cock springing out and making her stare with amazement. She’d seen pictures of dicks on the internet before and from porn – what? she’d gotten curious, so sue her – and she had a pretty good idea of what the average penis looked like.

Zeke was not average, not at all. He was huge , but instead of intimidating her it just made her cunt clench as she imagined how it would feel inside of her, filling her up.

She needed it.

He was shrugging off his shirt as she crawled into his lap, straddling his legs as she looked into his eyes and grasped his cock in her hand. The long, low moan that left his lips made her shiver with need and she stroked it carefully. In return, his hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples with his fingers until she was panting and bucking lightly. “So beautiful,” he repeated, pressing fierce kisses to her lips and jaw. “I’m so lucky.”

“I want you inside of me,” she whispered, starting to line the head of his cock up with her entrance.

His hands shot down to her hips, holding her back. “T, wait, I don’t have any protection,” he got out between gritted teeth. “We can’t, baby.”

She just shook her head at him. “I’m on the pill, have been since I first got my period. Mom and Dad didn’t wanna take any chances with me.”

His grip on her grew tight as his eyes darkened. “Have you ever–?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Tina, I don’t want yer first time to be in the back of my truck,” he argued, his mouth curling down. “You deserve better ‘n that.”

“Says who?” she challenged, meeting his gaze with just as much determination. “Shouldn’t I get to decide how I want my first time to be?”

“This can’t be what you imagined,” he protested.

“Admittedly not.” Then she leaned forward to brush their lips together, breathing out, “But as long as it’s you, I’m not complaining.” Her hand stroked his dick and she grinned when it made him moan and clutch at her. “I just want you , Zeke.”

“God damn it,” he grunted, his hands sliding up her hips to hold her waist. “When ya say it like that, I can’t tell ya no.”

She grinned and once again lined his cock up with her entrance. “Glad you see it my way.” Then she started to slide down, taking him inside of her inch by glorious inch.

In almost every romance novel she’d read, the pain of a woman’s first time had been emphasized as something the heroine had to work past in order to be able to have sex with her one true love. But in real life…it was a bit more of a stretch than she was used to, and it was kind of uncomfortable, but there was none of the tearing, agonizing pain that she’d been expecting. By the time he was fully inside of her and their pelvises were pressed together, the only thing she really felt was full . And she liked it. A lot.

She especially liked the way it made Zeke lean his head back, his eyes clenched shut tight as he panted and wheezed. “Sweet mother Mary of Christ,” he choked out, his grip on her waist almost bruising.

“You okay?” she got out, her hands grasping his shoulders.

His head bobbed in a frenzied nod. “Yes, yes, fuck yes. You feel so fuckin’ good, Tina girl.” One eye squinted opened and looked at her, his face bright pink. “Could die happy righ’ now.”

That lightened the mood and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “No dying allowed.” Then she focused on the task at hand. She carefully lifted her hips up until only the head of his penis was still inside of her. Then she thrust back down, making both of them moan as he brushed against that spot inside of her that he’d found with his fingers. She did it again, and again, and again. Soon she had a steady rhythm going and she clung to him, pressing her face against his as she panted and whimpered. It felt so good , and she knew instinctively that it would never feel this good with anyone else.

“God damn, baby,” he growled out, his hips meeting her thrusts and making her shudder. “You feel better ‘n anything else in the world. I wanna live between yer thighs.”

His words made her hips falter and she whimpered, clinging to him. “Baby,” she keened, trying to find her pace again.

His hands went to her breasts, plucking at her nipples with his fingers and grinning when it made her cry out. His thrusts increased in power and she cried out again, her inner walls clenching down on him. “Good girl, baby, good fuckin’ girl,” he panted, hands sliding down to hold her waist again. “Pussy’s so fine, got me so whipped.”

Her legs were getting tired but she didn’t want to stop, feeling another release starting to peak. Tina swallowed hard and resolved to just push through, grinding against his lap.

But he seemed to sense her exhaustion, and without pulling out of her he wrapped his arm around her and moved them so that she was laying back on the seat again with him kneeling over her. “Yer tired, baby girl,” he crooned at her, dark eyes full of adoration as he gazed down at her. “Lemma help.”

“This is supposed to be your present,” she protested weakly, though any fight left her as he started to move inside of her again. It just felt too good and she keened again, her hands clutching at his chest.

He caught one and threaded their fingers together. “This is my present,” he insisted, his hips speeding up. The truck was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together and their combined moans, and he was looking at her so intently that it made her heart skip a beat. “You close, T?”

She nodded frantically, her free hand going down to rub her clit.

He let go of her and slapped her hand away, pressing his thumb to the fleshy button and rubbing it. “Cum around my cock, baby,” he grunted, rutting into her. “Please, Tina girl, I wanna feel it. I’ve been dreamin’ about it for years!”

His cock dragged against her g-spot just as his thumb rubbed over the hood of her clit just so , and then she was falling over the edge with a rough cry. “Fuck, fuck, Zeke!” she sobbed, dragging her nails down his back. “So good, it’s so good, god!”

“Tina, Tina,” he keened, bending over her and humping madly into her. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Inside me!” she begged, her hands flying up to cup his face. “Please, Sir, cum inside me! I want it!”

He crushed his lips against hers as his body shuddered, and she felt something impossibly warm filling her up as he thrusted one last time inside her, pressing himself as deep into her cunt as he could. Tina shivered and kissed him back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she continued to ride out her own orgasm. When it was over she pulled her mouth away from him, leaning her head back as she gasped for air. He pressed his forehead to her collarbone, his fingers trailing lightly up and down her sides as he tried to get his breath back.

“Wow,” Tina finally said, looking down at him with wonder in her eyes. “Wow.”

Zeke leaned up to look at her, his eyes full of such tenderness as he cupped her cheek with one hand. “I love you,” he said, soft but sure.

She smiled at him, her hand going up to press his more firmly to her cheek. “I love you.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out and he leaned down to kiss her, murmuring against her lips, "Best birthday ever.”