Maddison and I lay naked in bed. Just taking a moment to really get to know every inch of each other's body. It's the morning and the sun peaks through the curtains. We just lay in the dark. She stays silent as her fingers trace every inch of my skin.

I shudder under touch and goose bumps rise on my skin. Her fingers find my tattoo and they pause. She moves in the bed to get a better look, moving so that she is eye level with my hip. She traces it with her fingers.

"What's it mean?" she asks.

It's a firefighter hat with a date on it. It has no color.

"That's the day my dad died," I say.

"What happened?"

"He was a firefighter died on the job. He sacrificed himself. The building was coming down, but there was still someone inside. Very cinematic I like to think, he ran back in despite everyone telling him not to. Pulled the kid out and tossed them out the door just as the building collapsed. He died a hero. I was 12."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it's the only tattoo I have, and the only one I'll ever get. I put it on my hip because I like to think that he's still by my side every day."

"I love it." She crawled up to me and laid her head on my chest.

"Me too."

"How old are you?" she finally asks.

I was wondering how long it was going to take for her to ask. I know how old she is, but she can only guess how old I am.

"How old do you think I am?" I decide to tease her.

"Well, you went to college and have a degree that takes at least four years. So, you are definitely older than 22, if you went to college right out of high school. Plus, you can't just start teaching high school don't you need like a few years of experience? I'm going to guess 27?"

"Ouch, you cut me deep. I'm only 25."

"Really? How?"

"Well, I did a skip year before I went to college, then had to take a semester off after freshmen year to get my life together. That got me behind. I didn't graduate till I was 24. Then thanks to my mom being a superintend, I got this as my first "real" job. I just turned 25 in September."

"Well, at least you're not that much of an old lady" She teased.

"Hey! I'm still in my prime."

"Sure, sure."

"You ass." I pinch her side.

She giggles.

For a moment we are silent again. I just hold her in my arms and she runs her fingers across my skin.

"You hungry?" I ask.

"Not yet." She snuggles deeper into me.

I pull the blankets over us as I can feel myself getting cold.

"What is your weirdest or most unique interest, something you think people would be freaked out by if they found out." She twisted my nipple between her fingers.

"What brought this on?"

"I just want to get to know you more."

"Well, what's yours?"

"I like seashell collecting. My family always goes to the beach every summer, I always try and find some seashells to bring back."

"That's not so bad."

"Yeah but not exactly normal either."

"Meh."

"Tell me yours."

"Well I like cosplay, I used to be really into it in college. I also like body painting. Anytime the body is the center of an art piece I like it. I think the body should be shown off. No matter what the body type I think anyone can work it with a little effort."

"Have you ever just walked around naked with only your clothes painted on?" she smirks.

"Actually, I have. I was a wild one in college. Went to a convention with only pasties and some slim fitting underwear on. I froze my ass off, but it was worth it for peoples reactions once they realized. I had a friend who wanted to use me as their project, they were a body painter. I think he just wanted to see me naked." I snort in amusement.

"I wish I could have seen that." She squeezes my nipple.

"Emm, fuck you are turning me on," I warn.

"Short fuse." She says more to herself than me.

"Hey, I can't help myself. My sex drive is high, and you are literally laying naked on me."

"How many people have you been with? Like a rough estimate as to how much sex you've had."

"Eesh, that's a loaded question. I lost count, but I think you are somewhere in the'40s, maybe? Maybe 50's? I got around okay."

"With a body like yours, I'd expect as much, what's been your longest relationship?"

"E.J by far. We were going on 3 months before I dumped him. Although in college I did have this one guy I was on and off with for two years. But I think we mostly kept going back to each other for the great sex."

"Wow what a slut." She teases.

"Hey! I just haven't met someone who satisfies all my needs. They need to be hot, keep up with my sex drive, be there when I need them, and most importantly they need to kinky. I like to get freaky sometimes."

"So the sex is a make or break for you then?"

"Definitely, I have a three strike rule. You get three chances to prove yourself. If I am still not satisfied by the third time, you're out."

"How am I doing?"

"Oh, you have already proved yourself. Anal on your first go, wow. Tell me who taught you that?"

"No one, you're my first." She says.

A thrill runs through me. She's a virgin! Fucking hell. How the hell does a virgin have sex that good on their first go? What the actual fuck? No way, I don't believe it. She has to be fucking with me.

"Liar, no virgin is that confident on their first go," I call her out.

"I'm not lying."

"A virgin went for anal on her first go?" I turn to look at her.

"I watched a lot of porn, I'm a horny child. I fantasize all the time what I would do to you if I ever got the chance. I masturbate every day. So, I guess you could say I was just finally ready to lose it."

"No fucking way. This is crazy. Not even I was that good on my first try. You were like a professional."

"Fooled you. I guess I'm better than I thought."

"Fucking hell. And why the anal?"

"It turns me on, I like watching porn on it, I just wanted to try it." She shrugged.

"Damn, I've been fucking a virgin."

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Oh yes you are, you've been fucking me, but I have yet to fuck you and take that cherry. Fingers don't count. You may not be an oral virgin anymore, but you are still a virgin, virgin. If that makes sense."

"Hmm, interesting observation. I'm hungry." She sat up.

"Oh no, you don't!" I grab her and tackle her back to the bed.

She dissolves into laughter as I struggle to pin her to the bed.

"You little tease. That cherry is mine." I pin her down.

"Is it? And how do you intend to take it, Ms. A." she teases.

"I'm going to fuck you with your own new toy. Shove that thick shaft into you, show you the bliss of being fucked."

"I don't know, I don't think you've earned it yet." She smirks.

"And what does it take to earn Maddison Johnson's cherry?"

"Well you remembered my name, so that's good. But,"

"But?"

"But I don't think you've shown how committed you are yet. I don't want to go into the book of nameless sex victims. When I am done with you, you will never be able to forget me. If you want my cherry, then you got to take me dancing."

"Dancing is that like slang or something?" I raise my eyebrow.

"No, I want to go dancing, like on a date."

"I don't know." I pull back.

"Well why not?" she sits up a frown on her face.

"First of all if anyone sees us together I am so dead. I have a lot to lose here. Job, status, relationships, hell even my freedom! That's a lot on the line for just one girl."

"Am I just some girl? Someone not worth taking the risk for?" she crosses her arms.

"Will you cut it out, this is still very new for both of us. We shouldn't rush anything."

"So, this is about labels then?"

"Maddy come on, don't be like that." I move to comfort her, she pulls out of my grasp and gets off the bed.

"What am I to you? Am I just some student who got lucky? Some sick pedophilic fantasy you can cross off your list? Or maybe you just have a thing for young girls, tell me, how many students have you slept with?"

"Cut it out, I don't just sleep with my students. You are my first, why is it so important anyway?"

"You call me a tease but you're the real tease. All you do is lead people on to get laid then dump 'em. Well not me, I'm not going to be another name crossed off on your list." She gathers her clothes and starts getting dressed.

"Will you relax, you are fucking stressing me out. You came on to me remember and I am pretty sure the only reason why you did that is because you wanted to have sex with me. You knew what you were getting into." I get up.

"What are you going to do once you steal my virginity huh? Are you going to dump me? Just move on to the next?" she whirled on me, now semi-dressed.

"I-I don't know. This is all new for me okay. I've never been with a girl before, let alone someone who was underage. I mean can I even dump you or would you just go tattle on me?"

"I can't believe you, do you really think so little of me?" she resumed getting dressed.

"I don't fucking know you! How the hell am I supposed to know whether you are mature or not? We've barely started getting to know each other. Fucking hell! This is why we shouldn't rush anything."

She ignored me and finished getting dressed.

"Maddison!" I called as she walked out of the room.

Ugh! Teenagers. I grab my robe and put it on, chasing after her.

"Will you stop, come on. You are really going to throw a fit over this?"

"Fuck you Scarlet!" she whirled on me.

"There is a bigger picture here that you need to think about! This isn't just about me being your girlfriend or whatever, this is a much bigger game we are playing. My whole life is on the line here. And you! You have stuff to lose too! Your reputation, your honor, your relationships will all suffer if this were to get out."

"I just want to know if you're serious about me. How do I know you aren't just taking advantage of me?" she sobbed.

I sighed.

"I don't even know where we stand. I mean I gave up my dream for you. I could have gone to California, been with Carmen who would have taken care of me no questions asked, but I didn't. I chose you. I don't know why, but I did. Isn't that enough?"

She embraced me in a hug and buried her face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Are you always such a cry baby?" I teased.

She held me tighter. I sighed.

"Take me dancing." She demanded.

"I can't."

"There's a place, a couple of cities over. They have this cool dance club. It's 18 or older, but I have a fake id. No one will know us there. Please."

"You aren't going to drop this are you?" I said it more like a statement.

"Please."

"Fine, but if I see anyone eyeing us funny or someone I know, I'm out of there the first chance I get," I say.

She leans up and kisses me on the cheek. My insides twist when she does this.

"They open at 5. So we have time to kill, plus I really am hungry now." She pulls back.

I sigh and pat her head, moving to the kitchen.