Emilio wouldn't say he was nervous, but he didn't feel completely comfortable when he rang the doorbell of Jip's apartment. The only movies he'd watched with girls were porn and they all knew what the purpose of that was. This girl was different — she was greener than grass. For him, watching a romantic movie together was simply step one to get into her pants. Whether he would succeed, remained to be seen. The fact that he now knew that she was his boss' little sister wasn't making things less awkward at all. He was probably going to regret this — but he was here now anyway.

The door swung open. "Hi, Emilio!" Jip looked at him with an innocent, shiny smile.

"Hey, beautiful." Giving her a wink, he leaned into her to kiss her cheek before taking distance again.

Her eyes were sparkling. "Do you want a drink?" she asked, leading him to the living room. "I bought ice tea."

"Yeah, sure." He walked with her to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame while watching how she opened the fridge and took glasses from the cupboards.

While he waited, he looked around. One of Jip's roommates was sitting on the couch. A pretty girl with long blond curls. The moment he gave her a nod, she quickly looked away. He thought to hear her mutter a greeting, but he wasn't completely sure of it.

"That's Grace," Jip introduced her. "Grace, do you want a drink too? Hmm, maybe Sep wants a drink too, he's on the roof terrace to have a smoke," she told Emilio. Shrugging, she filled two more glasses, although Grace murmured she was fine.

Emilio noticed that Grace barely dared to look at him. Which was a little over the top; it wasn't like he was going to jump her bones. She might be insanely beautiful, but she looked boring and didn't have the slightest bit of a sex appeal. Her grey sweater saved too much for the imagination and she looked like she wished she was wearing a turtleneck.

If Jip wouldn't have been right behind him, he might have said something flirty anyway, but he didn't want to show her that she wasn't exactly his first. He turned around and took a glass from Jip. "Thanks, babe."

"I already downloaded the movie and connected my laptop to the tv," Jip said. "But we'll have to sit on my bed for I don't have a couch." She led him into her room.

Emilio followed her. "Sure."

Even better.

He entered the room. It looked girly, movie posters were decorating the walls. It reminded him of the room of a 14-year-old and it made him feel uncomfortable. How old was she? She was at least 18, right? She didn't look smart enough two skip two school years.

"It's a Christmas movie, I hope you don't mind?" Jip said. She sat down on her bed.

"All good." He crawled atop of the mattress and sat down with his back against a pile of pillows. Hopefully, he wouldn't fall asleep.

Jip pressed play and took a seat next to him, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around them.

The movie was boring. Not that he expected anything more of it, but it sucked anyway. This was the reason he never watched movies with chicks. Well — he'd have to find a way to make things more interesting himself. He waited for a romantic moment at the screen and subtly laid an arm around her.

Jip looked at him, hesitating, seemingly wondering whether she should do something too. In the end, she snuggled up to him, laying her hand on his shoulder. She didn't seem to know what to do with her arm, for she replaced it three times.

Her insecure movements showed Emilio she hadn't done this before. With his thumb he brushed her shoulder, hoping to make her feel more relaxed. He looked aside and smiled when she caught his glance.

She blushed. Slowly, she laid a hand against his chest. Her fast breathing told him how nervous she felt. Was she expecting something from him? He deemed the chance very little that she would kiss him, but he didn't want to startle her. Lifting his hand, he raked his fingers through her red hair, now and then slightly touching her auricle. Actually, he had no idea what the hell he was doing. Yeah — he was quite experienced in bed, but usually, he skipped tender gestures like this. Jip however was like a shy schoolgirl. He thought back to when he was in high school when Juan dated the shyest girl in school. Doing all those little things girls loved was natural to him. Back then, Emilio had only rolled his eyes at it; he never understood how his best friend could be with a girl that still refused to have sex after six months. Now, he wished he could borrow a bit of his friend's subtlety.

"Did you like it?" she asked when the movie was over.

His fingers stroked her hair and he turned a little more towards her. "To be frank, it was hard to watch the movie since there was a very sweet and beautiful girl sitting next to me."

Jip blushed. Her thoughts seemed to wander off, and suddenly it looked like she made a decision. Raising herself a little, she pressed her lips against his mouth.

Well — that was easy. He doubted she had a lot of experience, so after pressing a few kisses to each other's lips, he took the lead by cupping her jaw and turning his head a little. It wasn't a wild, passionate kiss and he held himself back by acting as tender as he could when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

It was a boring kiss. Emilio laid a hand against her hip, stroked her side, and turned the kiss into something a little more playful by pulling back his tongue a little to toy with the tip of hers before stroking it again.

"And? Did you like it?" he asked after ending their kiss. "You haven't kissed a lot of times, did you?"

"No, I've never kissed before," Jip said. "Did you?"

"Only a couple of times," he lied. "We could practice a bit more if you like?"

Jip nodded. "Okay. Uhm — you mean now?"

"Uh-uh." Laying her hand against her cheek, he leaned into her and kissed her once more.

Things felt a little easier this time — until she pulled back in shock.

Emilio created a little more distance to see why she'd frozen. "What is it?"

"I felt something," she whispered. "Something weird. Between my legs."

Emilio stared at her, overwhelmed by her words. He had no idea what to say — which didn't happen very often. Was she horny? He was barely excited; she was more intriguing than super hot. Somewhere in the back of his head was a voice telling him she wasn't right in the head and that he shouldn't push for further, but Emilio chose to ignore it. Someone needed to tell her how all this worked, right? "Some girls get excited when they kiss," he explained. "Or when they do other things."

"Excited?" she asked hesitantly. "You mean sexually?"

Emilio nodded, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Yeah... sexually."

"Oh! I don't think I've ever been that before. Can we try it again?"

His fingers wandered through her curls. "Why don't you lay on top of me?"

"Okay." Jip did as he said and crawled on top of him, leaning into him to kiss him.

Now her body was pressing against his, he noticed he was getting excited. His fingers tangled up in her hair as he kissed her back, a little more passionate than before. His hand stroked her back and settled right above her waistband.

Slowly, she started to rub her waist across his crotch. Emilio let her be; it was kinda funny to help her with her first sexual explorations.

He thought they were doing fine; she seemed to feel comfortable enough to feel his hands underneath her shirt. Caressing her back, his lips left hers and he trailed kissed down her neck.

When she let out a soft moan, he hooked his thumbs underneath her bra. "Let's take our shirts off, okay?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded. Raising herself a little, she pulled her shirt over her head. He did the same and she laid her hands on his chest before she started to kiss him again.

His breathing sped up as he watched her upper body. "Damn girl," he said. His hands slipped across her stomach and bra. He couldn't wait to take the thing off, but he held back a little longer.

She started to kiss his neck too; it was getting harder and harder to keep himself in check. He hadn't had sex in a week and he feared to lose control over his hands. Up to now, she seemed fine with everything he did, so he unhooked her bra, rolled her on her back and started to kiss her neck, while his hands massaged her breasts before he moved his lips to her nipples.

Her soft moans encouraged him to kiss his way down until he reached her pants. Would she allow him to go further? It was hard to tell. He looked up at her. "Did you like this? I can make you feel even better, but you gotta take off your pants."

"Will you take off your pants too?" she asked.

"Yeah. We can also take off all of our clothes?"

The girl was visibly hesitating. "That's what they do in the movies too, right?"

Emilio got the feeling that movies were her frame of reference. More and more he was starting to believe that she was autistic and he wasn't completely sure he wasn't misusing her trust. But she wanted this, right? It wasn't like he was forcing her into something...

"Okay," she said eventually.

Emilio unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, pressing kisses to her legs. Before he took off her underwear, he made sure he was naked too.