Frustrating in some ways, wonderful in others.

For once, she wasn't the only one trembling. All of the charm and playfulness she inspired in him couldn't mask the fact that this was his first time touching a woman. Matters weren't helped by how cramped the small hammock was with two insecure adults mushed together in it, their foreheads having no choice but to rest against each other.

There were only a few inches between their lips, and no space at all between their chests. Jessie's breasts were planted firmly against him, and every shift and movement of her body made him painfully aware of it. The awkward positioning of their lower bodies--to avoid wrapping their legs around one another--was the only thing separating them from being lovers.

Time stood still as the rain shower drummed a staccato on the patio roof.

Leon, unable to make his hand move. Jessie, bravely fighting to contain her fears.

With consideration that a virgin male shouldn't have been able to manage, he asked, "Are you okay?"

A crooked breath caused her to close her eyes and reply, "This is... really intense for me, actually."

"Should we stop?" His hand still hadn't moved.

"I want to be normal, so bad," she whispered.

"There's nothing normal about what we're doing," he replied.

"I know." The statement didn't change anything.

"There’ll be other days. I'm not going anywhere."

"I want to cuddle. It's the crazy passion that scares me. I'm scared we'll get lost in it and end up somewhere I don't want to be," she said.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Then we'll go slow enough to never lose our way."

"You’re so kind to me, Mr. Photographer." She stopped holding her legs away from him and let them tangle up in his, one bare leg resting on top of all the others. Now they felt like lovers.

"It doesn't bother you?" He asked, referring to the throbbing reminder of his undoubtable lust for her. It was pushing against her inner thigh thanks to their new position.

"It scares me a lot, when it's this close. Pressed against me." The way she said it made a pulse go through his shaft, which in turn made her grit her teeth. "I don't- I don't like those things at all. It was funny when it was far away and not touching me, but now it feels like a weapon."

"I wish I could convince you that it's not there to hurt you, but..."

"I'm not ready to believe that."

"I know. It's okay. For now, just trust me when I say that I won't take it out and try to use it."

Jessie smiled uneasily. "If I didn't trust you enough for that, we wouldn't be in this hammock."

"Cool. Thanks," he said, and went in for a kiss. She turned so that his lips bounced off her cheek instead.

"I can't handle kissing when we're like this. I don't know about you, but I'd lose my cool for sure."

"Okay." He wanted to makeout with her until the rain stopped, but he could settle for holding her instead. He still had a handful of her tender thigh, after all.

"You know, I was pretty shocked when those covers came off," he said, and she promptly buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I wanted to try being the person in your photograph. Confident, sexy Jessie. I just ended up feeling like an actor trying to play a part, though. Climbing my gross un-showered self out of bed like I was some kind of hot commodity," she murmured, her lips tickling his neck when she talked.

"What would your nun sisters think of you now?" He asked.

"That I should have rolled my nasty ass out of bed and showered before letting you this close to me."

"I think nuns would be more concerned with some of these other dubious aspects."

"Maaaaybe. I really wish I showered though."

"Is that seriously bothering you? You showered last night."

"And then I slept in my clothes like a piggy girl," she said moodily. "Oink oink,” she nuzzled his neck and did a pig impression into it.

“Well I’ll tell you what, miss piggy-“

“You don’t get to call me that! Do it again and you won’t wake up the next time you go to sleep,” she growled, and bit his neck playfully. It probably wasn’t meant to be sexy, but the light prick of her teeth made his cock damn near break through the material of his shorts.

“Whoa whoa okay, I’m doing a stellar job at controlling myself, if I do say so myself, but fair warning: you’re pushing my limits if you keep biting me like that.”

“I found the danger button?”

“Yes.”

“Noted. But seriously, don’t call me miss piggy. It’s mean.”

“Sorry. I was kidding, of course.” He started caressing her thigh in slow circles and said, “You really are a hot commodity.”

She shook her head.

“All it took was these naked legs,” he started, moving his fingers toward her inner thigh as non-threateningly as he could manage, “to make me totally lose my cool.”

Her hand intercepted him.