Sex in the Stacks

Josh smiled at Molly. “You’ve become a bit of a legend,” he said, holding out his hand to help Molly stand. She wobbled a little on her feet. Josh laughed. “You’ve never drank before, have you.” Molly shook her head.
She brought her mouth close to Josh’s ear. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered. Josh nodded and, putting an arm around her waist to support her, led her up the stairs. He pulled her into a bedroom and, while closing and locking the door, kissed Molly hard. She let his tongue explore her mouth, dancing with her own tongue in an intricate tango. Molly greedily pulled him in deeper. Josh responded in kind, kissing forcefully, his hands roaming Molly’s body. He bit her lip and grabbed her ass tightly. He slipped his hand up her skirt and began rubbing her butt, then slapped it lightly.
“Josh,” said Molly softly. He looked at her quizzically. “I want you,” she murmured. “I want you… to be my first.”
He looked hesitant. “Are you sure?”
Molly nodded. “I want you to…” she trailed off.
He grinned. “To what?” he coaxed.
Molly flushed. “I want you to fuck me,” she said quickly, and turned even brighter red. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Josh kissed her.
His body was wonderful. Molly traced her fingers over his biceps, marveling at their curve, and down his arms. “You have great arms,” she said reverently. She trailed kisses down Josh’s shoulders to his elbow, then back up to his collarbone. She slid her hands up Josh’s shirt and slowly lifted it, taking pauses to run a finger across his sculpted abs. He was everything all the porn stars had, and more. His skin was warm; he smelled of an earthy cedar forest. Molly took his shirt off completely and trailed kisses from his chest down to his abs, where she knelt and removed his pants.