He's out of the picture

"You mean Tristan?" she giggles a little. "He was never my boyfriend..." she blushes again. "I mean, he wanted to be, but..."

You smile, intrigued, and reach your hand to her chin, lifting her gaze so that she is forced to make eye contact with you. "What happened?"

She bites her lip and you feel your cock jump. Almost as if on cue, her eyes flit down to your crotch, and you can almost feel the heat emanating off of her.

"I didn't want him to be my--my first."

You did not expect to hear that. Vanessa's a virgin? With her body, she must have turned down a lot of horny teen boys to stay a virgin this long. You run your fingers through her dark hair, enjoying every touch.