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Brodie's brown eyes are on me, and the look he's casting me sets my mind on fire as I think about all the things I want his hands to do to my body right now. The AC kicks on in the room, buzzing to life and sending a gust of cool air down onto my hot skin. Goosebumps quickly spread down my arms, stomach, and legs and my nipples perk beneath my bikini top with the sudden change of temperature and the sensation of his chest pressing against mine.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Lani?" He checks again, brushing my inky curls away from my face.

My heart is racing inside of my chest because despite how sure I am that I definitely want to do this with him right now, it doesn't change the fact that these are completely new waters I am treading on.

My pulse rings through my ears, drowning out all other sounds around me, and I almost can't even hear myself as my voice rasps out, "Brodie, will you please fuck me?"

My words are an instant trigger, and our lips collide against each other, his fingers lacing into my hair as he kisses me hungrier.

We're both completely out of breath as he pulls himself up, his hands yanking my bathing suit off of my chest and leaving my breasts exposed. His mouth clings to my nipple, sucking and flicking the pinkened flesh with his tongue. I can't hold my moans back and Brodie chuckles with satisfaction, placing his palm over my mouth and muffling my growing sounds in regards to the rooms next door. The restraint turns me on more than I thought it could, and I revel in the pleasurable sensations his tongue is creating as it trails against my skin up to my neck, and then to my ear.

"Your body is beautiful," he whispers, sending a rush of shivers down my spine.

I reach between our bodies, brushing my hand against his smooth, muscled stomach before gripping onto his length and causing his breath to hitch as my hand begins pumping against it. I'm grinning like a fool as I enjoy the sight of him unraveling in front of me just by a single touch. His head collapses against my shoulder, his head nuzzling into my neck as he tries to quiet his groans.

"Your's is too," I hush back, teasingly. "I want to see what it can do."

"Lani," he growls, yanking away from my hold at the unbearable pleasure my palm was creating and my tempting words. Labored pants leave him as he hovers over me, stretching over to the pine-wood nightstand beside the bed and pulling out a condom from one of its drawers. He tears one of the foiled corners, throwing the wrapper to the side as he brings the latex ring to the tip of his erection. His biceps are on full display as he holds himself up with one arm, using the other to aid him in sliding the protection over his penis.

Our bodies are both tense as he meets his skin back up against mine, and his hands cradle my head as he looks into my eyes sincerely. I don't think my heartbeat has ever been elevated this high before, and I can only hope that he doesn't hear how loud it's beating inside my chest.

"Brodie," my voice quivers, as he presses his penis against my slick lips. He stops his movements, attentively listening as I nervously request, "Go slow, okay?"

He nods earnestly, "Of course. Lelani, are you sure?"

"More sure than I've ever been about anything."

His beautiful, boyish smile tugs across his face and he kisses my lips deeply before easing himself into me. Already, I can feel the pressure increasing as he inches further and I cling to his arm, baring myself for the sharp pain I've been warned about many times before. Once more he freezes and his thumb caresses my jaw, giving me a moment to respire before proceeding.

"Does this feel okay?"

"Mhmm."

His hips thrust gently into me, his shaft going deeper into my pulsing core, and I hiss out with pleasure and pain, my face flushed and hot with the heat we're creating together. I clench around him, wanting him to proceed but apprehensive about the discomfort I can begin to feel building.

Brodie notices my stiffness, suggesting, "You wanna try on top? It'll give you some more control. Whatever is most comfortable to you."

"Sure," I murmur, bobbing my head and biting against my bottom lip anxiously.

Flipping his back onto the mattress, his hands grip against my hips, hoisting me on top of him. His palms smooth against the curves of my waist before trailing down to his penis and guiding it back to my wet slit. I lower myself onto him, sliding down bit by bit, allowing him to fill me gradually. Fingernails grip onto my sides, and I gasp with satisfaction as a surge of pure intensity courses its way up my spine. My muscles relax around him, granting me smoother motion as I sink onto his cock. A burning sensation rips through my groin and overcome with desire and the urge to get the most difficult part out of the way, I force myself to plunge all the way down his erection. A searing pain immediately comes from the abrupt maneuver, but I bite it back, heaving onto Brodie's chest as I wait for the throbbing to stop.

"Oh fuck," he grits out between his teeth, gratification consuming him as he feels all of me.

"Shit, Brodie," I whimper back, enjoying the sounds leaving his mouth but still taming the bitter-sweet ache between my legs.

His hands force my gaze on him, "Does this hurt too much?"

"It hurts just enough," I manage to giggle out through the subsiding pants leaving my mouth. Gaining my composure and drawing up enough courage, I start to ride him, becoming wetter and feeling less soreness as I gingerly increase my pace on top of him. When he's completely sure that I'm enjoying myself, he syncs into my movements, thrusting his hips up and digging his hard-on deeper in me.

"God, Lelani, you're going to make me come already."

He continues rocking into me, and I become dizzy from the high that is Brodie's touch and the innumerable sensations he's causing as he pushes in and out of me. As much as I already can't wait for our next intimate moment together, I know that right now I'm not capable of taking much more, so I beg, "Come for me, Maverick."

Brodie's hands guide me to lie back, once more placing his body on top of mine. His mouth sucks and kisses against my neck, and my head tilts to the side in contentment as he carefully shoves back into me, keeping his thrusts soft and gentle as he fucks me missionary style. My knees gather at my sides and just as I'm about to have to force myself away from him, Brodie gives one final push, a growl escaping his throat as he climaxes and fills the condom inside of me.

He plops down next to me, his chest rising and falling as he gasps for air and comes down from his peak. "Lelani Kahale, my God."

"What?" I laugh nervously, feeling a blush starting to spread against my cheeks.

"You're incredible," he sighs. Trickling his fingers against my stomach, his hand strokes against my warm flesh. His brown irises cut up, locking into mine as he asks, "Was that okay?"

I smile, "It was perfect. It really was."

And I mean that because although having sex for the first time isn't the most comfortable experience, it was a lot more endurable than I expected it to be. Brodie went out of his way to make sure that I felt safe and secure and that's all I've ever wanted when I've imagined and played with this scenario in my head. He brushes a knuckle against my cheek, his stare skimming over the features of my face and we both lay together, our pulses calming as we relax into each other's arms.

Unfortunately for me, the quiet only lasts for a moment as I feel a wetness begin to trickle between my thighs. I sit myself up quickly, darting my eyes down to my vagina and panicking as I catch sight of red. Brodie jumps up beside me, and my head is aching as a sense of embarrassment takes over my thoughts. The sheets beneath me become stained, and I draw my legs up to my chest, hiding my naked body in shame. "Oh my god," I whimper, feeling my ears start to burn with humiliation. "Brodie, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey," his soft voice reassures me. He jumps off of the bed and quickly cleans himself up with a towel before returning back to me. "It's okay, Lani. I promise. Here," he offers, covering my naked body with his comforter. "I'll be right back."

I'm mortified by the mess I've made as he hurries into his bathroom, and my ears listen carefully as he starts up the shower. It doesn't take him long to return and when he does, he holds a clean towel in his hands as he walks towards me. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright? Here's a towel. I've got some soap and shampoo in there already, okay?"

"Thank you," I mumble, rising from the bed. "What do you want me to do with the sheets? I'm so sorry-"

"Lelani, don't worry about the sheets. I'll get them washed up, I promise. Enjoy your shower, you wild thing."

The comment immediately makes me feel better, and not wanting to cause any more disarray, I quickly jump into the shower. The water is hot as it hits my skin, and I let it clean me of the evidence left behind from our enjoyable sins. I wrap myself into the absorbant cotton that was so graciously handed to me, my hair clinging to my back and the curves of my body still wet with water. I step back into the main room and Brodie is waiting for me on his remade bed, his chest still bare while a pair of underwear covers his lower half. He leans forward keenly, smiling at my soaked curls and damp legs.

"What are you staring at, Maverick?" I tease, flinging my towel off of my body and throwing it straight at his face. My fingers pick up my clothes that he laid out for me, and I begin dressing back into my bathing suit.

"I'm sorry," he says with a devious smirk, still ogling me with his eyes. "I can't help it. You're so goddamn gorgeous. You can just stay here tonight, you know?"

"Oh, yeah?" I giggle, throwing my tank top over my head and shimmying it down my chest and stomach. I cross over to him, climbing back over his body, and straddling myself across his hips. "Now, how do you think my Daddy would feel about you luring me into your dorm and keeping me captive all night?"

"What he doesn't know, won't hurt him," he chuckles.

"I'll make sure and let him know you said that."

Our laughter fades, the quiet lingering between the two of us settling into the room. Using the stillness to my advantage, I allow myself to admire Brodie's handsome attributes, scanning my eyes from his disheveled brown hair down to the scar carved into his side. I brush my fingertips over the prominent mark, making sure to keep my touch tender. He gulps but doesn't flinch or pull my hand away, and full of curiosity, I ask, "How did you get it?"

"Umm, I- I- was-" he stutters on the words, unable to finish the statement. "I-I'm sorry," he mutters, pushing my hands away and sitting back up against the mattress. He hangs his feet off of the edge of the bed, his eyes looking down towards the floor.

"Brodie, I apologize. I didn't mean to make you upset."

The muscles in his back go rigid, and I'm consumed with guilt that I was stupid enough to ask such a personal question. A hard set of knuckles collide against the door to his room and Alana's voice booms through the barrier, "Chicka! Sorry to interrupt whatever the hell is going on in there, but we've gotta head back. Your Mom said our curfew was midnight, remember? It's 30 minutes till!"

"Hang on!" I shout back, "I'll be out in a minute."

I turn back to Brodie, who still refuses to look my way. I go to speak again, but he interrupts me before I have a chance, "Sounds like that's your call."

"Brodie?" I question, feeling my chest start to become heavy. "Did I say something wrong?"

His head darts back, and he throws me a fake and forced smile, "No, you're okay, Lani." My face drops and I can tell he notices because he reaches back, gripping onto my hand as he insists, "I'm just n-not feeling very good. It's nothing that you've done." His arms tug me into him one final time and he voices his goodbye for the night, "I really enjoyed tonight, you know that?"

"Me too," I hush back, looking into his eyes and seeing the wound he's so clearly trying to mask. While I know he's not being completely honest with me, I decide not to push further on the matter, knowing that sometimes silence is the best answer in a given moment.

"Lelani, your momma is going to give us dirty lickins' if you don't hurry your ass up!"

"I said I'm coming!"

Brodie gets a kick at the candid interaction between my best friend and me. I place a longing kiss against his lips, hating that it was already time to go home and wishing we could be granted just a few more minutes together. "Till the next adventure, Maverick."

"I can't wait to see what we have up our sleeves next, Lelani Kahale," he nods, his gaze coming back to life a little more.

I leave him like that, but I know all too well that in any adventure you take part in, you have to cross and acknowledge the unknown. Even if you try to avoid it at all costs, eventually it shows up, giving you no other option but to face it.

Brodie's unknown won't linger forever, and neither will mine.

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