In the darkened bedroom that wasn't mine, I sat awkwardly on the bed and looked at the long-haired stranger in front of me.

"Nervous?" he asked gently.

"No. Yes! ...I don't know..." I studied the bedspread. "It's just that I've never done this sort of thing..."

"And you don't know why you're here."

"Yeah." I was blushing. I hoped he couldn't see it.

He asked permission before sitting next to me. Everything about him was polite and kind. If he'd been different I wouldn't have been there.

"I'm not going to bite you, Katie," he said. "I swear that I won't hurt you at all. If I do somthing you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop."

My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Just sitting next to him was making me horny. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Cary."

"Will you kiss me, Cary?"

His lips met mine in response. We put our arms around each other as we melted to the bed. When the kiss broke, Cary kissed and licked his way down my neck. All I could do was whimper and clutch him.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes!" I gasped. "Oh Christ."

He kissed a nipple through my shirt. I squirmed. Suddenly, I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I tried to tell him, but I couldn't make the words come out. He looked up. "What is it?"

"I... I can't."

Cary slid to face me. "Look," He said, touching my cheek, "don't be afraid to tell me what you want, Katie. It's okay. That's what I'm here for."

"But I'm so embarassed," I said, blushing again. "I don't even know you."

"Whatever we do, Katie, it won't leave this room."

"You swear it?"

"Yes," He assured me. Then he began kissing me again, slow and sweet.

I moved against him and whispered, "I want your hands on me."

"Where?"

I was afraid to say, so he put his hands in mine and told me to guide them. I put one on my side, the other on my stomach, and asked him to explore.

His hands ran over me, drawing small noises from my throat. In the process, my t-shirt and bra wound up on the floor. Then he was cupping a breast in his hand and slowly circling the nipple with his tongue as his other hand worked between my legs, through my jeans. I writhed and made pleading noises, trying to pull his shirt off. He wouldn't let me.

My sneakers, socks, and jeans came off quickly. Cary teased by paying special attention to my bellybutton and thighs before sliding off my underwear.

"Aren't you getting naked too?" I asked.

"It isn't necessary," he told me, and wrapped his arms around me.