I don't want this to end

I grabbed Alice's hand, and gently caressed it with my own, feeling the softness of her skin and my lingering wetness on her fingers. "I don't know," I replied honestly. "I don't know where this is going to go." I turned my head and looked at her, she seemed concerned. "But I know that I don't want this to end, Alice."

She beamed, smiling softly. "Me neither," she replied, and snuggled closer to me. "That was so perfect." She sighed contentedly. "I've never had so many orgasms," she laughed.

I stroked her hair. "Well that's because you've never been with a woman before."

Alice laughed. "I guess so. I just never thought my first time would be with you." She coughed. "But uh, I'm really glad it was you."

"I'm really glad I was your first too." And I reached my arm around and pulled her closer into me. "And I don't want anyone else to touch you."

"Mmm, possessive much?" She joked. "No, but um. I don't want to be touched by anyone else."

My mind was racing. This had accelerated beyond any form of comprehension. But I couldn't go back, not anymore. But it was my honest feelings. Finally, I had Alice in my arms, and I never wanted to let go.

Then Alice asked the question that I had buried deep within my subconscious. One that I didn't want to think about, that I could ignore for the rest of my life and just stay in bed with her.

Alice asked, "What are we going to tell mom?"