Virgin Territory

"Wait."

Gary could hardly believe that he had spoken. How he had found the self-control to stop himself, to pull himself away from Wyatt's beautiful, perfect lips was beyond his comprehension. It was every young man's fantasy to find himself woken up by the kiss of an incredibly sexy, barely dressed woman, who had already climbed onto his naked body and was ready to go. It felt so incredibly right.

And yet, at the same time, it felt so incredibly wrong.

"We can't," he said, painfully aware of how close his erection had come to changing his status as an 18 year old virgin, nestled as it was between Wyatt's thighs, the tip brushing up against her panties. All he would have to do was one little thrust, one quick push, and he would cross the threshold he had only dreamed about.

"Baby," Wyatt whined, her breath hot on his face, "Why not? We're not sparking anymore. I think that whatever that was, we fixed it."

"I know," Gary said, wiggling himself out from beneath her incredibly sexy body. "At least I think I know. There was a spark. Something happened when we kissed. You saw that, right?"

"I saw it," Wyatt said, pouting. "But who cares? It sparked, and then it stopped. Look," she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "no spark. See? I want you, you want me, so let's do this!"

"I do want you," Gary said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his aching penis pointed straight at the ceiling. "I want you so badly. It's just... I mean... you're my best friend, Wyatt. This is too soon. Too much."

Two feminine hands snaked their way around Gary's exposed chest, followed by the pressure of two large breasts pressing against his back. Soft lips began to kiss the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself.

"I know this is a lot. And I know we both want it," her hands began to move slowly downward. "But in the next couple days this could all wear off. We could wake up and be our old selves again. What happens then?"

"I don't care what happens then, sweetheart," Wyatt said, nibbling on his ear. "You're my best friend, Lisa, but you're so much more. You're the only person who can really see me for who I am, who I want to be. And when I look at you..."

Her hands slid down and grasped Gary's erection.

"I just see a man that I want to give myself to."

Gary jumped to his feet, shaking himself free of her grasp. A part of his brain was screaming at him to get back on the bed. That part of his brain could see no downside to the situation. There she was, the embodiment of his sexual fantasies, willingly offering herself to him, and for some reason he kept saying no!

But a small, quiet part of his brain was resisting. When he looked at Wyatt he saw long legs, huge breasts, juicy lips, but he also saw the short, dorky friend who obsessed too much about Warhammer. Would he be betraying Wyatt, the true Wyatt, if he gave in to his temptations?

Wyatt could tell that things weren't going her way. She crossed her arms and began to pout.

"Listen, honey," she said in a petulant tone, "I didn't plan tonight, but it just happened. If we don't admit what we're feeling soon, it's just going to keep happening. And maybe next time it won't be as comfortable as tonight."

"Fine," Gary said, "but not tonight. Tonight's too soon. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Talk?" Wyatt looked upset. She grabbed her breasts, holding them up for him to look at. "Are you sure you don't want to at least have a quickie? Look at this body! You know you want it!"

"Tomorrow. I promise we'll figure it out tomorrow," Gary said, in some ways not believing the words coming out of his mouth. "Tonight I need to sleep. And think."

"And take care of that," Wyatt said with a giggle, reaching out and touching the tip of his penis, causing him to shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," he said decisively. "I'll definitely be taking care of that."