I knew I had to leave soon, but there was still something I wanted. I just wasn't quite sure how to approach the topic, and finally blurted out, "I want to taste you."

He pulled back and studied me, replying carefully. "You don't owe me."

I smirked, "It's cute you think I am doing this for you, but really it's for me."

He looked at me quizzically.

My light demeanor slipped away as I tried to explain. I murmured, "I want my first time to be with you...I don't want to give that to anyone else."

I wasn't sure how he was going to take my statement, given it was...