A/N: This chapter contains sex so if you're not cool with that then please
don't read it.
Lindsey lay awake in bed. She couldn't sleep. It had been two days since the whole "getting drunk fiasco" but she still felt guilty about it. The spiting headache that followed was reason enough never to drink again along with making a fool of herself in front of Paul. She had apologized countless times to him and only hoped that he really understood how sorry she was.
There was a soft tap on the door. At first Lindsey didn't realize what it was but when the noise came again she quietly got up and opened the door. Paul was standing in the doorway. He was wearing boxers and his brown hair hung in his eyes. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just I couldn't sleep," he said taking a step into the room.
"I wasn't asleep," Lindsey said going back to the bed. Paul joined her. They sat side by side in silence for a long time before Lindsey began talking again, "Paul, I really am sorry."
"I know. Forget about it," Paul said putting his arm around Lindsey's waist. He slowly leaned his head around and kissed her softly. She put her arms around his neck and turned around so that she was now sitting in his lap. She pushed him back on the bed and fell on top of him. He put his hands under her nightgown and around her waist, then slowly slid it off so that all she was wearing was her underwear. Paul put his palms on top of her breast and slowly messaged them. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely nice so she let him continue.
Lindsey didn't realize the reality of the situation until Paul began to take off his boxers. "Wait," Lindsey said without thinking.
Paul stopped immediately. He seemed almost scared, "What? What is it? Are you ok?" he asked taking his hands off her.
"Nothing. Sorry, I'm just sort of," Lindsey didn't know what to say.
"Nervous?" he asked kissing her gently.
Lindsey nodded.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I want to." Lindsey got off of him and let him take off his boxers. His erection stood straight up. She had never seen a guy's dick before and got a funny feeling in her stomach. Paul stood over her and slid off her panties. He laid her down gently on the bed and laid on top of her. Lindsey was rather uncomfortable but didn't want to spoil the moment. She had never been so scared in her life. Paul leaned over the bed to get a condom and put it on. He slowly guided his erection into her. At first it hurt. It hurt a lot. Lindsey closed her eyes to keep the tears back. If this was sex she didn't know why anyone wanted to do it. Paul kept it there not moving until she got used to the feeling of him inside of her. Slowly, the pain ebbed away and it felt unusually good. Paul began to move around. It felt so good and Lindsey moaned in pleasure. He continued to move inside of her. Lindsey moaned again and dug her fingernails into his back drawing him further inside of her. Her heart was racing. She could feel something building up inside of her. The feeling was intense and she stifled a scream. She could hear Paul panting on top of her and leaned her head up to his to kiss him. Paul pushed into her once more and Lindsey climaxed. Shortly after Paul came and fell on top of her breathing heavily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Paul?" Lindsey asked softly. She looked next to her at Paul.
He rolled over to face her, "Yeah?"
"Do you have any STDs?"
"Oh, now your asking," he said laughing.
"I'm serious."
"Well I don't."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've been tested."
"Recently?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"For you."
"So you were planning this?"
"In a way."
"Oh," Lindsey said softly and rolled back over to face the other side of the room. She had almost fallen asleep when another question filled her head. "Paul?"
"MMmmm?" Paul said, still half asleep.
"How many other girls have you done it with?"
Paul sat up in bed and then hesitantly laid back down, "Why?" "Well I deserve to know don't I?"
"Five."
"Honestly?"
"Maybe," Paul said sheepishly.
"Paul," Lindsey said growing serious.
"Okay, six."
"Honest?"
"Honest."
"Was I bad at it?" she asked softly.
"What!"
"Well you've had so much experience you should know."
"No you weren't bad. It's a lot better with someone you love."
"Good."
Lindsey lay awake in bed. She couldn't sleep. It had been two days since the whole "getting drunk fiasco" but she still felt guilty about it. The spiting headache that followed was reason enough never to drink again along with making a fool of herself in front of Paul. She had apologized countless times to him and only hoped that he really understood how sorry she was.
There was a soft tap on the door. At first Lindsey didn't realize what it was but when the noise came again she quietly got up and opened the door. Paul was standing in the doorway. He was wearing boxers and his brown hair hung in his eyes. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just I couldn't sleep," he said taking a step into the room.
"I wasn't asleep," Lindsey said going back to the bed. Paul joined her. They sat side by side in silence for a long time before Lindsey began talking again, "Paul, I really am sorry."
"I know. Forget about it," Paul said putting his arm around Lindsey's waist. He slowly leaned his head around and kissed her softly. She put her arms around his neck and turned around so that she was now sitting in his lap. She pushed him back on the bed and fell on top of him. He put his hands under her nightgown and around her waist, then slowly slid it off so that all she was wearing was her underwear. Paul put his palms on top of her breast and slowly messaged them. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely nice so she let him continue.
Lindsey didn't realize the reality of the situation until Paul began to take off his boxers. "Wait," Lindsey said without thinking.
Paul stopped immediately. He seemed almost scared, "What? What is it? Are you ok?" he asked taking his hands off her.
"Nothing. Sorry, I'm just sort of," Lindsey didn't know what to say.
"Nervous?" he asked kissing her gently.
Lindsey nodded.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I want to." Lindsey got off of him and let him take off his boxers. His erection stood straight up. She had never seen a guy's dick before and got a funny feeling in her stomach. Paul stood over her and slid off her panties. He laid her down gently on the bed and laid on top of her. Lindsey was rather uncomfortable but didn't want to spoil the moment. She had never been so scared in her life. Paul leaned over the bed to get a condom and put it on. He slowly guided his erection into her. At first it hurt. It hurt a lot. Lindsey closed her eyes to keep the tears back. If this was sex she didn't know why anyone wanted to do it. Paul kept it there not moving until she got used to the feeling of him inside of her. Slowly, the pain ebbed away and it felt unusually good. Paul began to move around. It felt so good and Lindsey moaned in pleasure. He continued to move inside of her. Lindsey moaned again and dug her fingernails into his back drawing him further inside of her. Her heart was racing. She could feel something building up inside of her. The feeling was intense and she stifled a scream. She could hear Paul panting on top of her and leaned her head up to his to kiss him. Paul pushed into her once more and Lindsey climaxed. Shortly after Paul came and fell on top of her breathing heavily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Paul?" Lindsey asked softly. She looked next to her at Paul.
He rolled over to face her, "Yeah?"
"Do you have any STDs?"
"Oh, now your asking," he said laughing.
"I'm serious."
"Well I don't."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've been tested."
"Recently?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"For you."
"So you were planning this?"
"In a way."
"Oh," Lindsey said softly and rolled back over to face the other side of the room. She had almost fallen asleep when another question filled her head. "Paul?"
"MMmmm?" Paul said, still half asleep.
"How many other girls have you done it with?"
Paul sat up in bed and then hesitantly laid back down, "Why?" "Well I deserve to know don't I?"
"Five."
"Honestly?"
"Maybe," Paul said sheepishly.
"Paul," Lindsey said growing serious.
"Okay, six."
"Honest?"
"Honest."
"Was I bad at it?" she asked softly.
"What!"
"Well you've had so much experience you should know."
"No you weren't bad. It's a lot better with someone you love."
"Good."