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I lied in his bed staring contently at where he lied before I woke. My mind drifted back to the events that took place last night and I smiled at the thought. I still couldn’t believe I had lost my virginity because I honestly thought I’d only lose it once I get married. But something about Patrick made me want to give it to him before it’s to late. It wasn’t all about giving it away for sex; but more for showing him how much I loved him. He was also very gentling yet also passionate. The feeling of him inside me felt so right as if it was always meant to be. I loved the way he filled me completely like he was the hand and I was the glove. And my God was he fucking amazing (pun intended).

I decided to get out of bed once I smelled the sweet scent of what I hoped was breakfast. I looked down on the floor for my clothes. Seeing as I thought dressing up in all my clothes again would be a hassle, I grabbed his shirt off the floor and slipped it on. Thanks to my small body the shirt went all the way down to a few inches above my knees. I went into the bathroom and squeezed some toothpaste into my mouth. I hated eating before I brushed my teeth. Once I finished I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see my boyfriend fixing something up. His back was facing me so I couldn’t really see what he was doing on the island. I took a moment to look at him. He was wearing no shirt and his pajama pants were hanging dangerously low that I could almost see the crack of his ass. I looked up at his hatless cute head with his disheveled hair a top of it. You could still see his bald patch but not as evident as it would be if he brushed his hair. I loved how he didn’t have the typical hot body; I loved his imperfections and his chubbiness. To me his imperfections made him perfect. I loved everything about his features, even down to the very cute freckle on his left butt cheek. My thoughts were broken when I heard the clanking of metal due to contact with the ground. I watched as he bent down to pick the knife up. I never really admitted to him but just like his guilty pleasure was my ass, my second one was his. I loved the way it fit snuggly in his jeans. Once he stood up straight I tip toed up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped a little but relaxed once he realized it was only I. I kissed his shoulder blade and laid my head on his back, rubbing his belly.

“You should stop that before I go crazy on you,” he chuckled, moving around putting stuff on the island. I moved around with him.

“What if I want you to go crazy on me?” I asked seductively, moving my hand down to the waistband of his pants. I could feel him stir a bit. He pulled my hand back up and turned his body to face me. My arms were still wrapped around his waist. He pulled my face up and kissed me.

“You’ll have to wait until later for that, right now I made us breakfast,” he kissed me again before showing me the island in front of us. It was beautifully stacked with a big plate of pancakes, French toast and strips of bacon. Then there was a bowl of strawberries and raspberries. Next to two empty plates there was a glass of orange juice by each one.

“Shouldn’t I be the one doing this for you since it’s your birthday,” I kissed his chest.

“Yeah you should have, but you looked so peaceful sleeping that I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up, so I let you sleep,” he kissed the top of my head where I could feel him smirk. “Besides, I can think of better ways for you to spoil me,” his hand went down to my ass and squeezed it. I kissed his chest again and pushed his hand back up my waist. I looked at the island again.

“Wow baby, this looks great,” I looked up at him to see him smirk. Then I raised my eyebrow. “But I thought you didn’t cook.” I caught his act as his smirk disappeared and turned into a pout. I laughed at his actions.

“Yeah you caught me. I paid a kid fifty dollars to ride to my mom’s house and get this stuff,” he told me.

“You paid a kid fifty dollars to just bring this here? And your mom made it?” he nodded. “Patrick Martin Stump, did you wake your mom up to make us breakfast?” I gave him a stern look.

“Well she was already awake cause she’s the one who called me this morning to ask how my party went. So I asked her to make us breakfast,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal. My eyes opened up to the size of saucers at the realization of what he said.

“Wait, your mom knows I stayed the night?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He nodded in answer. “Does she know we had sex?” I bit my lip, hoping she didn’t know a thing. My prayers came unanswered when I saw him nod. “Oh my God,” I cried in humiliation.

“Yeah I didn’t even have to tell her, she just blurted it out and said she could hear it in my voice,” he told me. I gave him a questionable look.

“She could hear it in your voice?”

“Yeah, that was my reaction too. So you can’t blame me for her knowing,” he put his hands up in defense. I smiled.

“Okay, okay let’s eat now I am starving,” I said, patting my stomach and letting go of him. He let out a dirty laugh.

“”Did I work you out so much to make you starve,” he said in a very sexy voice I never knew he had. That voice alone made me feel hot between my naked thighs. I turned my head back to give him a sexy smirk.

“You’d be surprised at what I can do to you,” I winked. I saw his face turn red in lust. I sat on the stool on the opposite side of him and faced him as he also sat on his stool. I looked at the bacon and gagged.

“Hey, that’s my mom’s food you’re gagging at,” he scoffed.

“I’m not gagging at her food in general, just the bacon. I don’t eat pig,” he dropped the fork he had in his hand dramatically.

“What, are you Jewish too?” he asked incredulously. I gave him a serious look and shook my head.

“No I’m not Jewish Patrick,” I retaliated. “I already told you I’m Catholic. Just because you don’t eat pig doesn’t mean you’re Jewish,” I scolded him. Even though I knew Patrick was Atheist, I still didn’t like it when he or anyone else for that matter took religious things light heartedly.

“Hey I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I was just thinking of how Joe gags whenever we make bacon cause he’s Jewish and doesn’t eat pig,” he explained, lowering his voice. “I’m sorry.” My look became less serious.

“I’m sorry for scolding you like that, but I hate it when people pin-point religion at things they don’t really agree with and not know the whole story,” I told him. He smiled shyly. You’d think after having the best sex ever the shyness would go away.

“I know, and I should be a bit more sensitive I guess. I’m sorry again,” he apologized.

“It’s okay babe. Give me a kiss,” I leaned over the island and pouted my lips. He leaned in too and his lips met mine briefly and we sat back down. We both piled food on our plates, my load being smaller than Patrick’s.

“So what do you plan on doing today?” he asked through a mouthful of food. I swallowed before I answered.

“Well I have a test I’m writing on Wednesday at school so I should actually study for that. But I want to spend the day with you,” I shrugged, stabbing at my toast before putting it in my mouth.

“If you really need to study I think you should, I don’t want to keep you from your school work,” he said, taking a gulp of his OJ.

“I already know most of the stuff and plus I don’t have class on Tuesday so I can still start early,” I said nonchalantly. I looked up at him to see his eyebrow raised in a serious look.

“Baby, I am serious. You’re going to study today,” he told me. I dropped my cutlery on my plate in an unintended childish manner.

“But babe you’re going on a super massive long tour next week and I want to spend as much time as I can with you,” I folded my arms across my chest.

“I know, I also want to spend so much time with you. But look, by the time I come back you’ll be close to graduating and then you can come on tours with me after that. I promise. Right now I want to see you excel in school and not be distracted by me,” he said.

“But baby, it your birthday today and I want to spend the day with you! Why are you forcing me to study, don’t you want to spend the day with me?” I cried, close to tears. He saw how emotional I got and jumped off his chair and walked over to me.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling me into a hug. “I just don’t want you to be distracted by me with your school work. I know you’re a smart woman and all. Don’t ever think I don’t want to spend a day with you okay? I love you,” he assured me. I pulled him closer to me, nodding in his naked chest.

“I love you too,” I muffled into his chest. He pulled away and kissed me in the lips.

“I’ll let you stay, but you promise me when you’re out of class and work tomorrow you’re going to study hard,” he said, looking me in the eyes. I smiled.

“Yes daddy,” I said.

“You can’t call me daddy, or else I can’t do this,” he said then kissed me. I let his tongue in and gave him a very passionate kiss. The kiss went on deeper and he picked me up and walked over to the couch in the living room. I could feel his erection through the thin material of his pajama pants. I pulled away for some air and looked into his eyes that were full of lust.

“On the floor, now,” I demanded. He didn’t object and gently put me on the floor, hovering over me. He wrenched his shirt off of my body and went straight for the kill and sucked on my breast.

“Oh yes Patrick,” I moaned. He did wonders with his tongue. His lips left my breasts and trailed down to my womanhood, making me wonder if he’s actually going to do what I thought. He answered my thoughts as I gasped in shock and pleasure when I felt his tongue dip into my clitoris. “Good heavens baby,” I gasped. I felt him slip two fingers into me while still biting, licking and sucking at my clit. My hands tangled into his hair and pushed him deeper into my crotch. About fifteen minutes later I shuddered into an intense orgasm. He slowed down his actions and pulled his face and fingers from my crotch. He moved his face up and kissed me. He pulled away and smirked in satisfaction.

“I really got you there didn’t I?” he said proudly. I nodded, and then gave him an evil smile. I flipped him over on his back and pulled his pants off. Tricky sprang to life in freedom as he stood up straight, looking bigger than ever. I never really liked the thought of having a penis inside my mouth; for some reason it turned me off. So instead I just kissed the tip of Tricky and then lowered myself on him. He let out a groan of pleasure as I sat there on him. I’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like if I was on top, and so far it felt good. I started to rock my hips on him slowly and then steadily quickened the pace. After a moment I started feeling adventurous and went crazy on his dick. He kept his hands on my hips, keeping me close to him and his thrusts. I leaned back with my hands on his thighs, still bouncing like crazy.

I felt close to my orgasm and moaned loudly when I felt his one hand let go of my hip and rub my clit with his thumb. That always drove me crazy. I clawed onto his thighs, feeling my walls clench to him tighter. I was nearing my orgasm.

“I’m…almost…there,” he said breathlessly. Then he made a quick bucking movement in which he achieved in hitting my g-spot. I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes in a good way as I experienced something I’ve never felt before: multiple orgasms. We both screamed out each other’s names and other pleasurable obscenities as waves after waves went on through us. I could have sworn we woke up the neighbors. I collapsed on top of him, trying to catch my breath.

“Damn,” he let out after a moment of no speech from trying to get our breathing back in pace. I chuckled.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Are you sure you never had experience before last night?” I laughed and hit him lightly on his chest.

“Baby!”

“What? You’re fucking amazing, and the pun is intended,” he joked.

“Well what can I say, I’m very talented,” I winked.

“Oh yes you are and you’re all mine,” he pulled me into a kiss. I was about to release him just then we heard voices from outside and the sound of keys jiggling in the key whole. We tried to quickly put our clothes on but soon realized it was too late as the door slowly opened. Patrick pulled the blanket from his couch that was conveniently put there for cold movie nights and wrapped as much of it as he quickly could around us. Once Pete came into view I held myself close to Patrick to hide my breasts. Still sitting on the ground, we both turned our heads to see everyone standing by the door gawking at us. And when I said everyone I meant Joe, Pete, Andy, Ashlee, Svetlana, Kara, James and Maxine.

Oh my God this was going to be a long day….