I kiss her again, catching the gasp that escapes her lungs, pausing before going farther.

“Should I stop?” The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“No. Let’s get it over with.” When I laugh, she smacks me on the arm. “Stop it—your whole body is vibrating.”

“Right. Game faces.” I stop laughing.

Time to get serious.

“Just do it, okay? The longer it takes you the worse it’s going to be.”

“Are you sure?” I’m doubtful.

“No, but it’s only going to hurt this one time, right?”

“How the hell should I know?” It certainly didn’t hurt when I lost my virginity—it felt so fucking good, I came within seconds.

“Push, Kip.”

Push.

Oh fuck she’s tight. And wet and…tight.

She tenses beneath me when I thrust all the way in, expecting the worst, eyes squeezing shut.

One peeps open. “Was that it?”

“I mean…we’re not done, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I mean—that pinched but it didn’t really hurt. Is that normal?”

Again, how the hell would I know? “Not sure babe. Can I move now?”

Her only reply is a wiggle of her hips, and I begin moving, in and out, thrusting slowly. Gradually going faster, gauging her reaction by reading her face.

Mouth gaped open, her expression is almost unreadable.

Hmm.

Bracing myself with one elbow, I reach between our bodies, thumb finding her nub. Her clit. That tiny spot in her pussy I know will make her come.

I rub.

Slow circles as I fuck her slowly, around and around and around…

So wet.

So tight.

My forehead perspires, and Jesus, I wish it fucking wouldn’t because who wants to be covered in sweat while they’re banging their girlfriend for the first time?

Not me.

Christ.

But…

Teddy begins moaning.

Low in her throat. Tiny gasps.

Holy shit, is she going to…?

Is she seriously about to fucking come?

There is no way.

She is.

She does.

“Oh my god, Kip, oh my g-god, oh my god, oh my god…”

The clenching of her inner muscles and ripples of pleasure send shocks to my dick, my balls receiving the message of all clear.

“Fuck,” I moan into her hair. “Oh fuck, Teddy.”

When I roll off of her, I take her hand in mine and hold it while we both stare at the ceiling, waiting to catch our breath.

***

“I cannot believe you actually had an orgasm.” Honestly. Still can’t fucking believe it. The odds of that happening were slim to none. I didn’t think virgins could orgasm their first time.

“Neither can I.”

“I must have a magic cock or something.” What other explanation could there possibly be?

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? If you hadn’t been rubbing me off at the same time, no way would I have come.”

“Wanna make a bet?” My dick becomes alert, interested in the conversation.

“Kip, I am not having sex with you again tonight.” Even in the dark, I can hear her eyes roll. “I’ll barely be able to walk to the bathroom as it is.”

“Fine, but if you change your mind, I’ll be over here, thinkin’ ‘bout that sex.”

“Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want to cuddle me.”

“Cuddling I can do. You want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“Little spoon, please.” Her small body fits itself into mine, ass against my cock, back against my chest. Perfect fit. “Can you not drape your giant arm over my stomach? I won’t be able to breathe if you do—it weighs a ton.”

My phone pings on the nightstand.

I ignore it, obviously.

“Are you going to see who that is?”

We both know who it is, because I never receive texts from anyone but Teddy, my parents, and Veronica. Sometimes from one of the guys on the team, but rarely.

“I don’t want to know what Ronnie wants at this hour of the night.”

“Kip, it’s ten o’clock.”

“So?”

“That is not late, and she’s an hour behind us. Besides, what if it’s an emergency?”

I glance down at Teddy, speaking into the crown of her head. “Are you serious? Nothing is ever an emergency with my sister. She’s texting because she’s nosy.”

Her spidey senses were probably tingling, and she knows I just got laid so she’s texting to investigate.

On the opposite nightstand, Teddy’s phone pings. “It’s like she knows.”

Yeah, she knows all right.

“Send her a Snap of the teddy on the floor with my dirty underwear—that will get her to leave us alone.”

“Your sister?” Teddy cocks a brow. “She’d only screenshot it and use it against you later.”

True. “What she needs to do is mind her own business.”

“That’s funny, Veronica minding her own business.” Teddy laughs. “In her own way, she kind of played matchmaker.”

I’m quiet for a few seconds, considering that. “Holy shit. You’re right.”

“I am?”

“Yes, and that made me throw up in my mouth a little.”

Teddy gives me a poke in the ribs. “Find out what she wants.”

I sigh, rolling toward the nightstand.

Ronnie: I told you so.

Me: That’s why you’re texting me at 10 PM? To say I told you so?

Ronnie: Yes.

Me: Explain

A few seconds later, a screenshot pops up—it’s part of the conversation we had weeks ago, on the weekend I brought Teddy back to my place. When I said we were only friends.

Me: She’s just a friend. Barely even a friend.

Ronnie: Mark my words, Kipling: this isn’t going to have the ending you think it will…

“God I hate it when she’s right. It’s so fucking annoying.”

Teddy is reading the text over my shoulder, and I can feel her smiling against my skin, her hand stroking my back. Lips kissing my shoulder.

“I love that,” comes her timid whisper. “And I love you.”

I set the phone back down, and, careful not to crush her, flip to my back. Find her lips and kiss her.

“I love you too, babe.” Then, “Can we not tell Ronnie she was right?”

“I think she already knows.”

Yeah, probably. But still.

“Did she send you anything else besides that red thing?”

Teddy demurs, tracing my right pec with the tip of her finger. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”