Is it just me, or it's getting hot in here?

"I don't do virgins," He said with a deep voice, his eyes darkened by the tree's shadow above them. She couldn't read his face, always inexpressive and bored. "Besides, I'm no hooker for you to hit me up to have sex just like that."

"I'm sorry… I thought that's how it worked." She swallowed hard, all her determination going to the toilet by the second. "I know I'm not as hot as those girls you sleep with, but it's not such a bad deal, right?" Her question hung there while he raised an eyebrow. She pushed. "I get to lose my virginity with someone of my choosing, and you get one hookup effortlessly."

He shook his head. His colored eyes were blinking under the tree's light spots as he approached her.

"You know you can just CHOOSE a boyfriend, no?"

"I can't CHOOSE if someone deceives me." He blinked twice and recoiled a bit. She sighed, knowing this was her last card to play. "I heard my ex-boyfriend talking to his friends… Telling them he started 'dating' me only because he wanted to take it. That's not giving my virginity willingly, but being tricked into doing it. With you, I decide I want to do it and I know there's nothing between us… this is not a lie."

His eyes were watching her hard, his lips pursed. Now he was thinking seriously about it. She felt hopeful. Finally, he clicked his tongue and raised a hand to scratch the back of his head. With the other, he reached it out in front of her.

"Your phone." He demanded. She followed quickly, fearing he might change his mind. After saving his number, he looked at her dead in the eye. "You sure you know what you're doing?"

She just nodded violently, making him sigh loudly. He then turned around and left. That same day, she sent him a text to set a date. He never replied.

A week had passed and she didn't press any longer, waiting patiently for his reply. Both have crossed paths a couple of times, but ignored each other to the core. She always pays attention to where he is, though; anxiously waiting for his reply.

That day, right before the end of the term, her phone rang. A deep, hard voice answered her back after she picked up. "I'll pick you up a couple of blocks away from school. In front of the drugstore". The voice didn't wait for a reply and hung up.

She could feel her stomach sink as she walked towards her destination. She was nervous. As she approached the drugstore, she spotted a matte-black Jeep. HIS Jeep. Of course, he arrived first. She walked faster and when she was there, she opened the door. His blueish eyes landed on her, this time with a not-so-bored expression. He signaled her to get in, which she did.

The drive there was quiet, but not uncomfortable, and even though she tried to fake it, he noticed she was nervous. When he was about to say something, she spoke.

"Are we going to a hotel?" She asked shyly. He was caught off guard. Did she really believe I was taking her to a hotel? He thought.

"We're going to my place."

And that was the last thing he or she said. That question pissed him off. Who does she think I am? A lowlife bastard? He thought. But she doesn't know me... All she knows is I'm a man whore. I guess that can't be helped. The thought helped him calm down, and in 15 more minutes they arrived at his place.

It was a huge modern house, surrounded by a pretty large backyard and front yard. He parked in the garage, which had a door inside that led to the inside of the house. He led her through it and went upstairs, then proceeded to open his room's door.

She advanced slowly, too shy despite her motives to be there. She pushed those thoughts back for a moment and took a look around.

It was pretty big, with a huge bed with a black setting right in the center. It has a huge window with sliding doors that lead to a balcony. In front of the bed was a massive television, a video game console and a few scattered games. Next to the bed was a simple desk with a very nice looking PC on it, along with books and other school-related stuff. Next to that desk was a door which led to a bathroom.

She heard him throw his backpack to the ground near his bed. He then looked at her.

"You can leave your bag wherever you want. Just try not to touch around too much." He said as he took off his shirt.

His body was perfect, and everyone knew that. Now she knew that too, because one thing is seeing it in pictures and the other is seeing it live. She felt her mouth go dry as she shamelessly checked him out: broad shoulders, well-defined six-pack, thick arms with bulging veins, hard pecs and an exquisite V line.

He crooked a smile.

"Like what you see?" She blushed, but looked right through his eyes.

"It's not like I'm blind, you know?" He laughed while heading to the bathroom.

"I'll take a shower first." After opening the door, he looked at her again. "You can take a shower after me… Or if you want, you can just join me." He winked at her and closed the door behind him.

She felt goosebumps all over her back. It was not good. He was definitely hot, but she was too nervous to concentrate at all. Am I gonna be able to do this? She asked herself, feeling her hands tremble. She knew it was bold of her to ask the school's hottest playboy to sleep with her; she even thought that maybe it was not a good idea. But the thought of her ex talking behind her back about how he was planning on using her made her make a choice.

As he just felt the water fall down his body, he also felt the door open. That froze him on the spot. Really? He thought. He then heard her trembling voice.

"Y—You said I could join you." He was still in shock. The hot water was hitting his back, but he could not feel it anymore. He started to get nervous.

In reality, he had been nervous since she asked him to take her virginity. He had done it before, have sex with virgins, and didn't care if they were hurt or not after he was done with them. That, until the day one of them came home looking for him. She was distraught, telling him she loved him. After a harsh encounter, the girl ended up leaving. That same day, his older sister went to his room to talk to him. He always acted annoyed around her, but under that facade he really loved her. After a long chat, she confessed she went through the same thing that girl did, and that broke him. He realized then that he could've been that motherfucker that messed with his sister. He felt sick.

He never slept with virgins after that. Why was this an exception, though? She told him something that moved something inside of him. She told him that someone she trusted wanted to trick her into sleeping with him just because it was fun to mess with her. And that made him furious. Yes, he was a dickhead, a bastard and a man whore, but he'd never use a woman like that; not anymore. He only fucked women that previously knew what the deal was and didn't mind being a one-night fuck.

He saw her through the glass door, already fogged because of the steam, as she started to undress. He averted his gaze to the front and felt his heart pound inside his chest. He'd never felt this way about sharing a bath with a girl before, and he had done it so many times before that this feeling made him uncomfortable. He ignored it, but couldn't really move since he forgot what he was doing in the first place. Allen just stood there, with the water flowing endlessly towards him.

His heart didn't slow down, though. It actually skipped a beat when he saw her opening the glass door to get in. She then fixed her eyes on his manhood, making him blush. She, of course, blushed too. It was her first time seeing a man naked in real life, after all. She noticed his gaze and looked the other way, making her way inside the shower. Her arms were covering her breasts and her most intimate part, leaving practically nothing to the imagination.

She has a nice body, he thought. He didn't care much as he watched her up and down, realizing how beautiful this girl actually was. Her cute little nose, big hazel eyes adorned by long lashes, soft thick lips, and semi-wet dark red hair. But that was not all. The mixture of her boldness about going there and her shyness about it started to make him hard.

VERY hard.

It's not something that can be hidden, and it quickly caught her attention, deepening both of their blushes.

"Sorry." He said, averting his gaze. Why the fuck am I getting so worked up about this? He thought. "But it's not like you were not expecting it to happen."

"I know!" She said, exasperated. "It's just my first time… In all this." She shivered, the little water drops had already made her wet even though she wasn't under the shower. He noticed, and grabbed her as gently as he could to make her get under the water with him.

"I know that. Why do you think you're here?" He answered, but his voice didn't come out as hard as he wanted it to. "For now, let's just shower, OK?"

And so they did.

The tension was so thick they could almost touch it. She reached for the shampoo and put some of it in her hands, thinking about if she should just do it or not. In the end, she just went for it. With all her strength she faced him, reaching out her arms and bearing her breasts, she started washing his hair. He just stood there, watching her face as he tried to control himself and don't look a little below. She was "concentrating" on his hair, faking that she didn't feel nervous under his gaze.

A few moments later, right after she rinsed his hair off the shampoo, she felt something in her back; making her focus again on his eyes. He was looking shamelessly at her breasts with an unreadable expression, while using a sponge to soap her back. Her breath stuck in her lungs as she finally saw it. She saw how dark his eyes were when he looked back at her. She felt a knot in her stomach, and something else she couldn't recognize.

He dropped the sponge to the ground, touching her skin barehanded for the first time. She felt his hot hands shape her waist. They were facing each other, the atmosphere turning hotter by the time.