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take care of things, so I purchased the condoms the day after the Homecoming dance in hopes I’d need them some day.
    She looked at me in wide-eyed fear and I felt my chances slipping away. I kissed her before she could protest and she melted into me once more. I peeled off her clothes just a little at a time. With each kiss, I unfastened one button. With each caress, I eased the shirt from her shoulders another inch. Her bra was an enigma. I struggled to unlatch it and finally appealed to her for help. I knew if she took it off on her own, she was ready. This would give her another chance to change her mind and bolt.
    “A little help?” I whispered.
    To my immense relief, she reached behind her and unhooked it. She allowed me to ease it from her body. I nearly wept with joy when I gazed upon her breasts, large and unencumbered by their restraints. I dipped my head to taste first one, then the other. She closed her eyes and gasped.
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    “Mmm hmm,” she murmured. I eased her back onto the bed and kissed her mouth again. I sat up just long enough to remove my shirt, then leaned over her once more. She tentatively ran her hands along my bare chest and I shivered at her shy touch. Her fingers skimmed across my belly and rested on the button of my jeans. That was my undoing. 

 
     
    Chapter 5- Alex
    The internal hurricane that never rests
    Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine
    (Canto V, lines 31 & 32)
     
    I wasn’t ready. I knew that the moment I sat down on his bed. I wasn’t ready, but I gave myself to him anyway. He said he loved me. He said he’d fallen into his online gaming obsession to keep his mind off me. Wouldn’t it be cruel to tell him no? Sean was fragile. I couldn’t risk pushing him away, knowing he could relapse at any time. He was the only person who really loved me, so why shouldn’t I show him how much I cared about him?
    With every kiss, I wanted him less. But with every kiss, I felt more and more indebted to him. I knew the further I let him go, the more unlikely it would be that I would be able to change my mind. He began to unbutton my shirt and I wanted to leave. He eased the shirt from my body, and I wanted to cover myself and cry. He struggled with my bra, and when he asked me to help him remove it, I unhooked it myself. I could feel his elation and see victory in his eyes. He knew he had me, so I let him believe I wanted him. It was too late to turn back.
    When he removed his shirt, I touched his bare skin for the first time. I’d always fant asized about marrying a muscled, ripped, well-experienced man, a man from one of my silly romance novels. Sean was not that sort of man. His kisses were too rough, too wet. His touch was fumbling and desperate. But, I felt wanted, and that would have to be enough.
    I felt guilty for not wanting him, so I pretended I did. I rested my hand on the button of his pants as if to show him how much I desired him. I didn’t.
    “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, as he eased my jogging pants down, down, down. I lifted my hips to aid him in his quest. The cold air hit my naked thighs and I pushed my knees together instinctively. Sean eased them apart. His hand began at my knee and inched up toward the part of me I tried to hide. I liked the feel of his hands on my legs, but didn’t want him to go much further.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, giving me yet another chance to back out.
    “I’m fine,” I lied.
    He breathed a sigh of relief and kissed my neck. His fingertips breached the security of my underpants and I gasped in horror. He mistook my exclamation as pleasure and moaned against me. His fingers were inside me and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t want to do this. A draft of cold air hit me as Sean stood up to take off his pants.
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice raspy, his eyes glassy with lust. I told myself it was all worth it just to see him look at me that way. 
    “Yes,” I