The between the sheets kind

Charlotte practically drags you to the elevator.

Once the door closes, she climbs on you, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you.

It doesn't take long to pick up on the fact that she isn't a very experienced kisser. She slops all over your face but doesn't really seem to have the tongue thing down. You're not sure how any girl in the 21st century could have missed that lesson but, then again, Charlotte was homeschooled by Mr. Pervert-who-needs-a-virgin. Evidently he'd kept her off the Internet.

The elevator takes a while climbing to the top floor so you have a minute or so to expose her to the joys of French kissing... which she takes to immediately.

"Oh, wow. I wondered why my girlfriends went on about kissing. This is... different."

The elevator door opens silently and you open the door to the bridal suite.

You're not sure what you were expecting for seven hundred bucks but the hotel seems to have done this right. There's a huge bed, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket (fast work by the hotel staff since it's only minutes since you asked for the room), rose petals sprinkled on the sheets, and a heart-shaped hot tub bubbling nearby.

"This is so cool," Charlotte effuses. "Now, get naked."

Oh. This was going fast. "But--"

She's already stepping out of the little dress she wore dancing... exposing a silky pair of panties and no bra. Not that she needs one... she's definitely all woman but she was shortchanged in the chest department. Which bothers you... not at all. Sure, you enjoy a nice rack but sweet little nubs have a charm of their own.

"There's all I got." Charlotte obviously mistakes your silence for condemnation.

You study her for a moment longer, trying to commit every detail to memory.

She's small--barely more than five feet tall with tiny breasts. But she's got a great waist and nicely rounded hips and ass. Her face is sweet, with a button nose and vibrant blue eyes. Her chin-length black hair shines in the gentle lighting of the bridal suite.

Your dick pushes against your pants trying to grow all the way to Charlotte.

"You're beautiful," you say truthfully.

"Come on. I saw those girls you were with. Please tell me that blond girl is wearing a wig, by the way. Nobody can have hair like that."

"It's all natural," you admit. "Just like you are."

"What I am is unused," Charlotte says. "And it's up to you to change that."

"Is this what you mean by ****? You're going to use me to betray Charles just like he used that stripper to betray you?"

"Forget about Charles. Now, come on." She wiggles and her underwear vanishes leaving her shaved twat uncovered and beautiful. "You're not naked."

You can see why Charles went for her. She looks sweet and innocent... except her eyes which are begging you to have your way with her.

Well, you're certainly not going to turn down that offer.

"Undress me," you command.

"Really? That sounds wild." She grabs your shirt and tugs.

Obviously she's stronger than she looks. By the time she's done with your shirt, it's ripped into three pieces and buttons have flown everywhere.

Your pants and boxers soon follow (although the pants stay in one piece) and she freezes at the sight of your erection.

"O.M.G." She spells out the letters. "Am I supposed to put that thing inside of me."

"Only if you want to," you **** yourself to say. You want to pick up this girl, throw her on the bed and have your way with her but you're forcing yourself to take it slow, give her every chance to change her mind. After all, she's had one asshole in her life, she doesn't need another.

"Hell yes, I want to." She giggles. "I said 'H.E.L.L.' I guess I'm damned now."

"I don't think you're damned. I think you're a sweet and loving person and I don't think any deity worth worshiping would punish someone like you."

"Boy you haven't been listening to Charles."

"Nope. Don't intend to, either."

"Good. Now make me a woman."

You're pretty sure she's already a woman. She's old enough to drink, after all. But obviously Charles had hooked her on the importance of hymen-breaking. Well, you're certainly willing to do your part.

You pick her up, carry her to the bed, set her down gently (resisting the urge to howl like a cave man) and slip in beside her.

"Do me," she whispers.

That's exactly what you want to hear.