Fine

Emma gritted her teeth, horny but wanting to be safe. "Yes, if you have one. I don't have any in my purse."

Ian jumped from the bed and ran to his nightstand. Emma rubbed her clit while she waited, keeping her motor running so to speak. Ian searched through the night stand frantically, then finally plucked out a foil package and fumbled with it. Then he fumbled some more to get the prophylactic on his erect dick. And at last they were reading to get back to it.

Ian laid back on top of Emma, kissing her as she slowly entered her. She could taste herself on his lips. It wasn't a bad thing. The two slowly found each others rhythm, rocking their hips in time to one another. Ian was pushing into Emma slowly, but as they went on, his strides became deeper, and more urgent. He sped up the kiss to match. Emma met the kiss hungrily, wanting all of Ian inside of her. A faint yearning wished that they had forgone the condom so she could have him ejaculate inside of her.

Oh well, hopefully there would be a next time, and if things worked out between the two, they could get to a point in their relationship that didn't require as many forms of protection. But that was a lot to think over for a first date.

Emma had her arms around Ian, and pulled her legs back, opening herself to his rapid thrusting. Ian was close, even with the rubber on. The kiss ended, both of them breathing too heavily to continue it.

Emma squeezed Ian in her arms, moaning and physically trying to drive him over the edge. The young man gripped her by her bottom and drove himself in. "Oh, God." Ian grunted, filling the condom inside of her.

Emma rocked her butt under him, forcing him to continue while he was still erect. She slipped a hand between their bodies and fiercely rubbed her clitoris, **** to cum herself.

Ian held still, trying his best to stay hard and let Emma get hers. Luck was on their side and soon Emma's pussy was contracting around the wilting cock in her.

The couple laid there, Ian on top of her, for a good couple of minutes. Then Ian slid off of her, carefully removed the condom, tossed it into the trash, and returned to her side.

Emma laid there in peace as Ian slowly traced a finger along her side. Finally the boy spoke. "That was really great, Emma. I hope we can do this again before you leave. Hang out I mean. Of course we can do more than that too, but I mean I'd like to just see you again."

Emma nodded and put a finger to his lips. "I'd like that Ian."

The pair let their hands softly explore each other for a while, then Emma broke the spell by suggesting she should get back home before too long.

The ride back to the lake house was quiet. Not in an awkward, post one-night-stand way, but because the two were both so content, and a bit tired.

After a very long goodbye kiss, and promises to meet up again soon, Emma left the car. Despite her recent loss, she was feeling pretty good about the future.