You still want her

"Oh Sally, we should stop while we st-" You step back from the teen like she's made of Chinese porcelain.

"No!" Sally's voice rises sharply. "Mr. Hawkfeather, I want this, and I want you to be the one." She climbs to her feet and standing only a foot or two away her hands slide up over her boyish hips and flat belly until they reach her breasts, squeezing the budding mounds firmly and making the soft flesh bulge between her fingers. "I'm eighteen now, and in college. It's about time I found out what all the fuss is about."

"Sweetie, your first time should be with someone who loves you. I can't -"

"I know, Mr. Hawkfeather." Sally interrupts as she toys with her peaked nipples, "I know you can't love me, Sir." It's almost like she heard what the Colonel told you. "But you can fuck me; I want my first time to be with a man who knows what he's doing. Please?" How could you resist?

"OK, Sally. One time, and this one time only. Understand?" Her bright smile is all you need to break down the last of your reservations and you lift her onto the desk, stepping between her pale thighs. The tuft of auburn curls, one shade darker than her red hair is neatly trimmed, and you wonder if she had been preparing for this moment even before she came to the Academy or if she was just tidy that way.

Gently lifting her chin with just one finger you lower your lips to brush against hers. The kiss starts slowly, but before long your tongue is stabbing into her warm mouth and she is moaning with renewed urgency. Her tits are so small they almost fit inside the hollow of your palm, and you can feel the stiff nipples stabbing into your hand as you deepen your kiss.

"They're not too small?" She asks during one of the breaks you take to catch your breath. Apparently, even this otherwise put together young women is keenly conscious of how her body falls short of Hollywood standards.

"Oh Sweetheart, they're beautiful." You assure her as you softly pinch the puckered tips, "not all men like udders on their lovers, the boys around here are going to go wild over these."

"Please, Mr. Hawlfeather." She whimpers urgently, "I can't wait any longer." Her long legs swing up and hook around the back of your thighs pulling you closer. "Do it Mr. Hawkfeather. Do it now!" You lower her onto the desk noting that it is the perfect height for you as you use your hand to rub the swollen head of your dick against her slick labia.

"My friends call me Hawk, Sally." You tell her as you prepare to push, "Tell me what you want."

"Please Hawk, take me." She whispers as her eyes whirl with excitement. "Make me a woman."

"This might hurt." You warn her as you ease into her tight passage until the head of your cock is stretching her open. She doesn't say a word, but her nod is all the permission you need.

"Aaaiiiighhh." Her groan of pain is so loud you pause only halfway into her, expecting Ms. Naylor to come flying through your office door. The pause gives Sally enough time to pull herself together. "Don't stop Hawk, don't stop until you're all the way in." You rock forward again and her mouth opens to cry out but this time your hand covers her mouth stifling the sound. You expect her to change her mind, but she only nods again as you push even harder, for the next one or two minutes you keep your hand firmly over her mouth as you work your way in and out of her amazing pussy, but with each thrust she loosens a little more.

"Is this OK?" You ask, taking your hand from her face as she lies gasping on the desk.

"Yes! Oh Hawk, I can't believe I did it!" She peers down to where your groin is embedded against hers. "You put that entire thing in me."

"The worst is over, Sally I promise." You tell her trying to remember the last time you popped a virgin's cherry. It's been at least fifteen years. "I'm going to make you feel good now, very good."

With that you grip her slender hips and begin to move in and out of her gradually picking up the pace when you saw her responding. She still makes soft little gasps and moans, but now they sound more like pleasure than pain and her legs are locked tightly around your hips as she rocks and twists her sex against you.

You can tell she's getting close, but unfortunately you can't hold out much longer yourself. The pressure of her tight sheath squeezing every inch of your shaft feels so good. With a jolt of reality, you realize that there is a good chance that this innocent virgin is not on birth control.