He waffles

Amy looked at him, her blue eyes glistening with incipient tears. How hard it must have been for her to proclaim her love when she had to know that he didn't feel the same way... or maybe how sneaky she'd been to put him on the spot in front of all those viewers with a proclamation she knew it would be hard for him to ignore.

He pushed that thought out of her mind. Amy was not sneaky.

So, he had to say something. He'd already dithered way too long.

"I like you, too, Melody," he said. "You're a very special girl."

"Soon to be woman," Amy answered.

"Soon to be."

She didn't look completely pissed by his non-response which he took as a good sign.

Using a towel that Tanya handed him, he wiped Amy's juices off his face before sliding around her to kiss Amy on the lips.

"I'm really ready now," Amy whispered after kissing him back. "Make me a woman."

He thought about saying something like 'it doesn't take a man's penis to make you a woman,' but realized how hypocritical that would be considering that he'd thought of his own de-virginization as making him a man.

"We can do it doggy style if you want," she said.

She had, he deduced, forgotten she was wearing a mask that covered her scars.

"Some other time," he answered. "This time, your first time, I want to look at you while we make love."

She smiled at his use of the 'L' word even though he used it in a context that didn't have much to do with actual love. Apparently she was willing to take what she could get.

"This is it," Tanya announced in a stage whisper, speaking to who-knew how many male viewers sitting in front of their computers with their dicks in their hands. "Archie is finally going to smash that cherry."

Well, he guessed he was.

"I can... I can wrap my legs around my head," Amy said. "Would you like that?"

"Uh, yeah!"

Now only would it be sexy, Matt thought it would open Amy up a little, stretching her hymen and making the whole process less painful. Which, now that he thought about it, might be the reason it was sexy in the first place.

She grabbed a leg and, with as little an effort as it would take Matt to scratch his elbow, pulled it behind her head. Then she repeated the process with her other leg... and grinned at him. "What are you waiting for, Archie? I don't think I could engrave an invitation more clearly."

He couldn't argue with that. He settled himself over her hips and pushed his dick against her lips.

She made a face when he slid himself in less than half an inch. "Push it through, Archie."

"Does it hurt?"

"Screw that. Push it through."

Matt wasn't going to do that.

Amy, though, had other ideas. When she saw Matt's ****, she bucked her hips... and he slid in.

Tanya stuck a camera between Matt's legs and gave his balls a little squeeze which, combined with the tight grip of Amy's now full pussy, was almost enough to push him over the line.

This time, Amy's tears weren't because of emotion, they were pain. Despite everything, he'd hurt her.

But she managed a smile. "I'm a woman, Archie. I'm your woman now."

Matt nodded. He didn't need to be thinking sexy thoughts or romantic thoughts right now. He needed to be thinking about not cumming before he gave Amy the satisfaction she needed.

Amy untangled her legs from behind her ears and wrapped them around his ears instead.

"Pound me hard, baby," she growled. "I can take it."

He wasn't sure he could take it but he needed to find out. He watched what he could see of her face behind the mask looking for any sign of additional pain as he increased the speed with which he fucked her.

She was enjoying the fucking, that much was clear. What wasn't clear was whether she'd manage an orgasm. Maybe that shouldn't be Matt's goal. He wasn't sure what percentage of women managed an orgasm during their defloweration but he didn't really care. Maybe he was superficial but he wanted this to be special to Amy and to him, that meant achieving orgasm. The question was, what else could he do to make sure it happened?

He wondered whether to call Karen over. Karen was Amy's best friend, after all, and Amy had already shown herself open to sharing. But this was Amy's moment and Matt didn't intend to dilute it for her. Which meant, Amy's orgasm was up to him.

He pressed a finger to Amy's mouth and she opened, licking, sucking and wetting his finger which was exactly what he wanted.

Moving carefully, he slid that lubricated finger up her ass.

She groaned. "That's so... nasty."

"Nasty is good, isn't it."

She nodded.

Now, as he continued to fuck her... both with his dick in her pussy and his finger up her ass, she responded more actively. Little quivers ran from her ass and her nipples came to sharp points.

He wasn't going to be able to last too long. The finger up her ass didn't just stimulate her, he felt the movement from his cock.

"You can cum in me," she said. "I wouldn't mind having your baby."

Uh, no. Not happening. He kissed her on the lips. "That's sweet but it's not happening. Neither of us are ready for that kind of commitment."

"Okay, just so you know. And Archie?"

"Huh?"

"I... I sort of like sharing. You know, knowing that I'm fucking the guy all the girls want to fuck."

"I'm glad."

"And Archie?"

"Huh?"

"Ohmigod, cumming!" She arched her back, kicked him in the ears with the legs she had wrapped around him, and her cunt and ass muscles both contracted like an oyster shell.

He barely managed to pull out before he also erupted, squirting his cum all over her tits.

Amy scooped it up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. "Waste not, want not," she said with a giggle as she swallowed it down.

He wasn't big on kissing mouths that had recently held his cum but he made an exception.

"That was great," he told her. "You are fantastic."

"I know. And I really do love you."