Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She turned, pulling her hair aside, to show him the skin-colored patch there. “Like the pill. Only a patch. No babies.” She couldn’t find the words to ask about disease; the words tangled thickly on her tongue. They were both virgins, weren’t they? There was nothing to catch, right?
“Oh….” He gasped with the air of dawning comprehension, immediately resuming the near frantic rocking of his hips against hers, relieved that they were each other’s first time. “I-I’ve h-heard it feels b-better like this…?”
Summer shook her head slightly; she didn’t know. She’d never indulged in that kind of girltalk to know. Rolling off him, she grabbed at the hem of his boxers and yanked, sucking in a sharp breath when his cock popped out. “Come here,” she gasped, “come here, come — “