Backround story:

One day, a girl named Celia and her boyfriend Marshall were out on a date, you see, they really were'nt dating, they wanted to just be friends hooking up, but Marshall thought it would be a good idea to do that after a nice, fancy dinner, to get their stoumachs rumbling for the late night they surely had ahead. It all started because neither of the two wanted to commit, they simply wanted the sex. So, they said they would just hook up.

Celia's POV:

Marshall told me he wanted to take me somewhere special tonight, which was odd, because we were just two 17 year olds that wanted to have sex. I know, I know, we shouldn't be having sex just yet, but who the fuck cares! I know I didn't, and hopefully, he didn't, either.

"Shit!" I scream, as I realize I have no freaking underwear for tonight's, what do you call it? It isn't a date, but that's besides the point! Marshall being the rich guy that he is, bought me this really sexy red dress, and I simply can't not wear it! I guess I'm just going without underwear!

After ordering at the resturaunt...

Marshall keeps on toying with me. First, he took off one of his shoes and socks off, and is taking off my heels with his foot, he does so all underneath the table, so no one can see.

Marshall's POV:

I keep getting Celia hot, using my foot that is underneath the table to caress her leg, all the way until I make it to her thigh, then, I have to stop using my foot, or it would look too suspicious, so I take my hand, and continue where I left off, massaging Celia's thigh.Then, I decide I'll slip my hand in her panties, but when I put my hand on her bottom, I can tell it's naked. Pleased with this surprise, I start carressing her clit, and she bites her lip, obviously holding back. I don't want you to hold back! I think, but do not dare say. I continue to rub her clit, slowly at first, before picking up pace and squeezing it gently, until the feeling grows strong enough to let me finish my hand massage. Then I take my finger and slowly rub the slit, making her moan slightly, and she goes red, which makes me happy. After that, I put the finger into her mouth, and she sucks on it hard, moaning more. She licks my finger clean while I am still inside of her, making sure I get everything, even though I don't need it at all. After finishing with her mouth, I remove the finger from her, and slide it in her pussy, which causes her to whimper. I tell the waitress we don't want dinner here anymore, because I already want my desert, and the 13 year old waitress looks at us in shock. I walk outside with Celia, and we make up a plan to get into Celia's room without her parents knowing we were there, which was pretty hard, considering they thought that Celia was at a party. The plan was this:I'd go over to her window, which was on the first floor, Celia would go in, saying that the party was a scam meant for losers, pretend she was sad, and then she'd unlock her windows, and I hid in her closet until her parents went to bed. The plan worked out flawlessly. It only took around 20 minutes for Celia's parent's to go up to bed, which was on the second floor.

Celia's POV:

After my parents went to bed, Marshall came out of the closet, and we got down to business. He was doing this thing where his tongue kept dipping and swiping in my folds. He even sucked on some of my nipples a little bit (which made me squirm), and I knew it was time for him to come in me, but before he could, I pulled away, saying, "No!" Because I wasn't ready. But I wasn't gonna let him do something like that again, not if I could help it. Not unless I was ready, anyways. I looked at him with big pleading eyes, and he understood. We both laid down next to each other in my bed, kissing passionately, until we heard a small squeak. We turned our heads towards the sound and saw one of my stuffed animals, lying on the ground, and my parents looking in on us with wide eyed expressions. "What the hell are you two doing?!" my dad screams louder than I've ever heard him before. "Whatever, Tom, let Celia be a 17 year old!" my mom responds for me. She shuts the door, and I can hear her muffled voice out in the hallway. "Oh, come on, Tom, he won't get her pregnant before they're married like you did with me!" mom states, like I wasn't just making out with Marshall. Oh! Marshall! They don't even know who Marshall is! I'll tell them we're dating, and I'll be in the clear. "Well, let's make sure they get married." My dad says. And so my parents go back into their bedroom, I close the curtains to protect my privacy, and we start making out again, this time he starts pulling up my dress, and I start undressing him, and we finally fall asleep together, naked under a thin blanket on the cold, hard floor, snoring softly.

Marshall's POV:

Celia's parents walk in, and I nearly jump out of the bed and run out the window, when I realize I can't, they might call the police, or worse, my parents. The two parents get into an argumeant themselves, though, which leaves me with Celia, how it should be. I've been wanting to tell her how I feel for a while now, but my best excuse to fuck that daughter of a god was that I "wasn't ready for a commitment either," and "we should just hook up," what? She's so beautiful, and smart, and funny, and kind... and I just want to tell her so bad! But instead of telling her, I show, taste, and feel her with my body to explain how much I truly love her... I kiss her neck, and suck on it, as my tongue slips its way into the crook of her neck, sucking and licking and nipping, and she moans and giggles with pleasure. I continue to suckle on her skin, and then, I pull away to see her reaction to the bite marks on her neck. She's breathless and has her head thrown back, her hands clutching onto her pillow. I lick the area that I just marked, as I watch her, her face reddening a shade, and her breathing speeding up. I smile, and move onto her breast. I suck on her nipple lightly, teasingly, and she gasps loudly. This is it! She's definitely ready for my cock in her ass. I slide my hand into her panties, and pull out her clit between my thumb and index finger, watching her as I rub it, gently, trying to get her wet. She moans, and arches her back slightly. Then, I flick my middle finger against her clit in time to her moans. Finally, I push two fingers into her asshole, and she lets out a soft cry of surprise, almost sounding like a cat. I thrust two more fingers into her ass, and she's crying out loud now. Then, I add another finger, and she's moaning louder. "Come on, baby! Come on for daddy~" I whisper in her ear. She whimpers and cries louder. Her ass starts shaking, and her walls tighten up as she comes apart. I let out an ooh and aah. God, Celia! You have such a lovely ass, my dick is twitching and throbbing in my pants. "Mm... fuck!" I groan, grabbing her thighs tightly. "Yes daddy! Yes! Fuck me harder!" I give her a quick kiss on her lips, and start pumping in her ass. We spend a long and passionate night together...

Celia's POV:

"Marshall?" I wake up in the morning but no one's there, next to me on the bed, I cry a soft flow of tears as I realize what I've done. Mom rushes into my room as soon as she hears me sobbing, yes, my soft flow of tears has quickly turned into sobs. "Honey, what's the matter?" Mom asks. "I-I-I l-lost my v-v-virginity to a h-hook up!" I'm even hiccup sobbing now, "Wait, you two took it that far?" "Yes! Ok, Mom, I know I'm not perfect, but I love Marshall! I just wish he would've wanted it to be more than a one-night-stand, too..." Mom pulls me into a hug, "I understand honey, you don't need to worry about anything, we'll sort this out okay? Just focus on getting better. That is your main goal right now." I nod my head, then let her go. When I walk downstairs, my mother stops me in my tracks, "Celia, what happened last night?" She looks concerned and shocked, but also like she doesn't really want to know. "Umm... it was just a d-" Before I finish my sentence, I hear a familiar voice calling my name, and turn to look behind me and see Marshall running towards me. I gasp and step back. "Don't worry, babygirl. I won't touch you unless you ask." "Please stop calling me that. Call me 'Celia.' " He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer to him and kisses me. I try to break free, but he's stronger than me, so I eventually give up, and kiss him back. When he stops kissing me, he puts his forehead against mine, and smiles at me. "You're so gorgeous when you blush." He whispers. Dad then says, "Alright, who is this again? Marshall? Well let me tell you something, Marshall. If you EVER hurt one of my daughters again--" "--You'll have 2 black eyes, a bruise on your balls, and a whole lot of bullet holes through ya..." Alex and my dad finish together.

Marshall's POV:

"Celia! Celia!" I say and run towards her. "Don't worry babygirl. I won't touch you unless you ask." That's a lie, and we both know it. She tells me to stop calling her that, but I'm not really listening, I grab Celia's wrist, pulls her closer, and passionatley kiss her. She tries to fight it, but gives up and kisses me back. Then her dad recites something my dad used to tell my older sister's boyfriends, back when they were both alive, now, it's just my mom and me. "How'd ya know that?" her dad asks. "My dad used to say it, back when he was alive, at least. I'm gonna tell my little baby girls that too someday." I respond, and her mom says "Well whose kids are they going to be?" her mom and dad both ask at the same time. "Mine, obviously." I respond, and Celia just laughs. I love hearing her laugh, it's so kind, and gentle, and close... and intimate. I kiss her again, I hold her waist, and she wraps her arms around me. I can smell her shampoo and soap from her hair, and it smells wonderful. I kiss and lick and suck all over her neck and collarbone, leaving a mark wherever I touch. "Stop, please." she whispers, smiling, "But it's fun, baby girl." "I know, but I can't take it anymore." she mumbles. I chuckle and stop.

"So, who else do my little baby girls belong to?" I ask.

"They're Celia's if you want them to be." her dad replies. 

"How about we make a deal?" I ask Celia's dad. "What kind of deal?" he asks. Smart man.

"If I don't sleep with your daughter until you approve me to, or until we're engaged, we are definatly not getting engaged yet, plus, she's only 17, so obviously that's a long way down the road... The thing is that you have to make the baby's first quilt. I heard you sew, so I really hope you can quilt, too."

"Alright." He agrees, "if you want, you can sleep with Celia tonight, since I don't mind, if that works for you." 

"Thank you, sir." I bow respectfully, and she chuckles, but I notice that she isn't looking at me, "And you, sweetheart? What do you think?"

She shrugs, still not looking at me, "He's nice." I nod, "Yeah he is." I say and leave the room. As soon as I'm in the hallway I turn into a random hallway, and then change into some sweats and a hoodie, and I just lay down on the floor, and relax. I never thought I would live to see the day where someone actually wanted me, wanted the girl I love... and especially wanted her for me. It's been years since anyone ever tried to take care of me and love me, too.