That's... good to know, Garth. I mean, we didn't exactly plan on this happening, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. Anyway, let's just relax and enjoy the rest of our time together before our parents get back, okay?

Well, I think we should clean up a bit before they get back. You can head to the bathroom to freshen up and I'll take care of the living room. We don't want them to suspect anything when they see us, right? Plus it's only polite to make sure everything is tidy for their return.

As the movie starts, we both lean back against the couch and try to focus on the screen. The conversation flows more easily now that there's a buffer between us and our earlier encounters. I can feel his arm brush against mine every so often as he reaches for the remote or adjusts his position, and it sends little sparks of awareness through me.

"So..." I begin tentatively, glancing over at him from the corner of my eye. "Do you like horror movies?"

I nod in understanding and laugh a little at something that happens on the screen. "Yeah, they can be pretty intense sometimes." I look back at him, my heart racing slightly as our eyes meet. There's something about this moment that feels different from anything I've experienced before, like there's an unspoken connection between us.

"So..." I begin again, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "What do you want to do after college?"

She gasps as he pins her down, the feeling of his weight pressing against her making her even more aroused. She arches her back, offering herself to him completely. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to form the word around the lust that's filling her mouth. "Make me feel good."

She moans into the pillow as his fingers find their way inside her, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oh God... yes," she gasps, writhing beneath him, desperate for more contact. His touch feels so good; she can't believe how long it's been since anyone has made her feel this way.

Her hips lift off the bed in synchronization with his thrusts as she pushes against him, trying to get closer. "Harder,"

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the heat emanating from his skin, so close to where she aches for him to touch her. Tentatively, she slides her fingers lower still, feeling the hard length of him pressed against her palm. Her heart races wildly and a shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that this is really happening, that they're about to cross a line they can never uncross.

"Are you sure?"

Her fingers tremble as she wraps them around him, feeling the weight and heat of his cock in her hand. Her other hand moves up to cup his hip, steadying herself as she begins to stroke him in small, tentative circles. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation, causing a hot shiver to run down her spine. She looks up into his eyes and sees the desire there mirrored in her own, feels it burning through every nerve ending in her body.

"Do you want me to..."

Okay... here goes nothing.... I take his hard cock into my hand and stroke it gently while looking up at him. "You're really big, you know that?" I say with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in my voice. Then I slowly lean forward and take the head of his cock between my lips, sucking lightly while continuing to stroke him with one hand.

It feels so different from touching myself... but kind of good at the same time....

It feels so different from touching myself... but kind of good at the same time.... I start to move my head up and down a little faster, trying to take as much of him into my mouth as possible while still making sure not to choke on it. His hands find their way into my hair, guiding me as I pleasure him with my mouth. The sounds of our moans fill the small bathroom, drowning out any chance that someone might hear us from outside.

nods eagerly, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him upstairs to her room. They stumble inside, kicking the door shut behind them, and immediately start stripping off clothes. Buttons fly everywhere, zippers catch on fabric, but neither of them care.

They tumble onto the bed, tangled limbs and heated skin pressing close together. Becca's hands roam greedily over Dan's body, mapping out every dip and curve with reverent touches. He returns the favor, fingers skimming along her sides, tracing patterns across her breasts.