"Let me finish this beer," Daisy said, stalling, wondering if Max would force himself upon her if she refused to ball. He hadn't used any force the first time, or the second, and she'd actually been just as responsible for what had happened as Max.
They'd only been going together for two months. She was a cheerleader, and he was a star football player. She'd been flattered when he'd first asked for a date. He came from a wealthy family whereas her father was a drunken bum. Max hadn't had much experience with sex, despite his good looks, and he'd been awkward as hell while popping her cherry. She'd read enough to know that. There hadn't been much pain, or blood, but he'd been so fast she hadn't even climaxed. The second fuck had been wonderful for them both, though, and if she could just get over her feelings of guilt and shame -
"I'm getting blue balls, Daisy! You've finished your beer… let's get in back and fuck!"
"I wish you wouldn't we that nasty word!"
"Why? It's a perfectly good basic English term, baby, and there's nothing nasty about the word or the act. We're both the result of a piece of ass, you know, and I can't understand why you hate to admit you enjoy fucking jut as much as I do."
Daisy didn't bother to tell him she'd always wanted to save herself for a husband. Well, she thought, allowing Max to take the empty beer can from her hand, she'd kept her virginity for seventeen years. Now that she'd lost her cherry, it'd be foolish to deny herself the wonderful sensations of fucking.