Well, no

"It's so cute," she continued.

Huh?

Natasha took his hand. "Guys always seem to think they have to be macho all the time. Like it's some sort of sin to actually be nice to a girl. Or tell them the truth. Now, didn't you promise that we could make out?" She fingered a button at the top of her blouse, then unbuttoned it and the one beneath. "Is that enough motivation for you, Archie?"

Matt didn't need motivation. He was so motivated his dick felt like it was going to rip through his jeans. He knew Natasha was intentionally teasing him but he didn't mind. Things were moving in the right direction.

Rather than answer her in words, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his lips.

He didn't recognize the scent she wore but suspected that he'd associate it with this moment for the rest of his life.

Then he wasn't thinking because she kissed him back and he was drowning in sensation.

With her fairly obvious hint earlier, he didn't hold back from her breasts but he also didn't grab and squeeze the way he would have before his sister had given him lessons on what girls like and don't. Instead he stroked them gently, savoring the softness. He'd tit-fucked Ms. Chadra which had been fantastic but he wondered how tit-fucking Natasha's younger softer tits would feel. Of course, if he didn't keep his dick under control, he might never have a chance to find out.

"I think we should... take this to the next step," Natasha said after about five minutes of making out.

"If you're ready."

"Well, the fans want to see blood."

"Yeah, well, they can wait if you're not ready."

She looked relieved to hear him say that but she shook her head. "I'm scared. I mean, it's silly, right. But I've always heard how much it hurts and... well, I'm scared."

He kissed her again. "I'd be scared, too. But we'll take it slow and if it gets too bad, we'll stop. Nobody is going to think less of you if you don't want to go on."

"Right. Like nobody is going to look at me and say 'there's a girl who's too chicken even to put out because it might hurt her. Boo-hoo."

"Absolutely." Matt ignored her sarcasm. "Because if anyone says that to you, I'll beat the crap out of them."

She giggled. "Okay, Archie. Show me how it's done."

Natasha rolled back on the bed. Her top was almost completely undone, her beautiful breasts spilling from the school-girl uniform.

"Let me undress you," Matt said.