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    â€œWould you mind if I kissed you now?” Brad asked.
    Nicki thought she said yes, but she wasn’t sure. This was the fantasy. Right here, this was it. The kiss she’d been waiting for her whole life.
    Their lips touched. A rush of heat raced from her head to the farthest reaches of her fingers and toes. It was a gentle kiss—her first—not the sloppy, tongue-tangled mess that she’d seen in the hallways of school, but rather a light, beautiful thing, exactly as she’d always dreamed that a kiss from Brad would be. He cupped her face in his hands as their tongues touched, and Nicki found herself being lowered gently backward onto the still-made king-size bed.
    Nicki’s mind reeled as her body surged with energy. She felt his hand move from her jaw, ever so gently tracing a line under her robe and toward her breast. She tensed.
    â€œRelax,” he whispered.
    Her robe started to pull away from her body, and she realized that he was going to see her. All of her. He’d see the ugly body and then he’d know the truth of the mistake he’d made asking her here.
    â€œI want the lights off,” she said.
    â€œBut I want to see.”
    â€œPlease.”
    Brad stood from the bed and glided to the light switch on the bedroom wall. He pressed it and the room went dark, save for the trapezoidal patch of light that spilled onto the carpet through the half-open bathroom door. Nicki watched as he walked back to her, a towering silhouette. He shrugged his shoulders and his bathrobe slipped away.
    Then he was with her again on the bed, so close, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. Nothing happened the way it did in the movies or in the trashy books she’d read. There was no grunting and fumbling, no tearing of fabric. His touch was like a breeze, barely palpable, but undeniable. Nicki’s heart hammered a timpani beat as she allowed him to explore her, his eyes reflecting dim flashes of light as he looked at her.
    â€œRelax,” he said again, his voice barely audible. He caressed her left breast, and when his fingers found the nipple, her breath caught in her throat. It was as if he was somehow charged with electricity; his fingers introduced sparks that rewired her brain. She’d never felt like this before: confused, frightened, and oh, my God, so turned on. The mattress moved as he shifted his position and she closed her eyes. The terry cloth pulled away, and her breast felt the hotness of his breath. She gave a gentle yelp as he pulled it into her mouth.
    â€œAre you okay?”
    Nicki tried to control her breathing. “Yes,” she whispered. Oh, God, yes.
    Brad moved closer still, rolling his body just so, until the fullness of his erection was pressed against her thigh. The tip of his tongue drew circles around her nipple as his fingers found her hand and moved it south, past her belly and on down to his penis. It felt wet and slippery at first touch, and she pulled her hand away.
    â€œIt’s okay,” Brad whispered. There was amusement in his voice. “Just rest your hand there. You don’t have to do anything.”
    Nicki relaxed and let him guide her hand back down. What she found surprised her. Certainly, she’d heard of hard-ons and boners and erections, even seen a few, although always in the form of distended trousers. From as early as junior high school, it was great sport to say things to boys that would make their dicks go stiff, just to see the lengths they’d go to hide the obvious. But bulging pants or even the pictures in the health books didn’t prepare her for the reality of what things felt like. Brad’s penis felt smoother, more fragile, than she’d expected, and the testicles—the balls—weren’t really balls at all, but more like, well, nuts. As she fondled him, Brad let out a little groan and his hips started to move in a kind of undulating, circular motion.
    She yelped again as