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So there he was, standing alone on the street several blocks from his house. He sighed, wondering just how crazy Anya was really being about her security. He suddenly couldn't wait for the prom and to have the cat be out of the bag, that way this weird shit could stop. What started out as a desperate prom date request was becoming so much more than he ever expected.

As he walked he thought about things. What Anya was ultimately doing to him, why Cassie was suddenly acting all weird (despite what she said in the bathroom it was weird to have that come out so suddenly, not to mention her boyfriend showing up to clobber him one), and how badly it sucked to walk twelve goddamn blocks in wet clothes.

None of it made any sense. Anya seemed to like him one moment, so much so that she would be naked with him, kidding on him, then just like that she was cold as ice and often leaving him to wallow in his own sexual frustrations. Did she even have a lebido? There was no way she could be getting worked up to horny levels, only to pump the breaks on it like that.

In front of Jake's house was a news van, not just any news van but a TMZ news van. Jake blinked and his step faltered. Why were they here? No wonder Anya didn't take him all the way home, the paparazzi were now in town. This was getting ridiculous. All he ever wanted was a fucking prom date. That's it? Was it too much to ask that a guy just have a normal fucking date?

The sight of the van angered him and he stormed into the house. His mom asked him what was wrong and Jake just shook his head, "Women are CRAZY!" He shouted, and stormed to his room.

His phone was back to full charge and he turned the device on then immediately grabbed a set of clean clothes and headed in to take a nice cold shower. As he washed himself he thought more, and wondered what the fuck he was doing. Why was he letting himself go through this? Despite everything that happened, he really didn't think Anya was going to sleep with him, and she really didn't have any reason too. All he knew was that he would take her to prom, but he was even doubting that.

Maybe he needed to distance himself from her. Just make it about the prom and nothing more. That way there was no way for either of them to get in trouble. Anya wouldn't have to risk being seen with him, which she clearly didn't want. And he would have to suffer through the giant levels of cock teasing she put him through before the prom. Then he could take her to prom, have a few dances, and part ways.

Maybe that made the most sense.

If Anya hadn't said yes to this date, Jake would have a date with Cassie. He knew he would have agreed to go with her when she caught up with him back at the Denny's. Hell even if he had said no there, he probably would have caved back at the pool party and he wouldn't be a virgin anymore. He would have fucked Cassie and it would have made the bruise on his forehead worth it.

Now all he had was a mild concussion, and blue balls. Neither of which he appreciated.
 
The TMZ van was only the first. Even as Jake's mother was telling the reporter at the door that she must have gotten her wires crossed, that her son didn't know Anya Clark, let alone date her, other entertainment, gossip, and paparazzi outlets were sending their reporters and vans to Victorville. By sundown, there was a helicopter and four camera-equipped drones overhead, looking for evidence of the connection that had been leaked by not just one, not just two, but three different crew members out at the farm filming location.

Leah showed up at the door to the Bed & Breakfast on the opposite end of town from the farm, hurrying Anya out the back into the less conspicuous mini van for her flight from the press. Deputy Parker ended up outside Jake's house with three squad cars, doing whatever he could to get rid of the invaders. He threatened to tow vans for illegal parking; he threatened to arrest the film crews for trespassing as they rushed any and every neighbor who showed their face, asking if they'd seen Anya Clark at the house; and he actually did arrest one reporter for vandalism when, after getting mouthy and proclaiming her first amendment rights to free speech, ended up trampling through a patch of Daylilies after she saw Jake's mother come out into the side yard to take out the trash.

It wasn't until 10pm sharp that Parker was able to make the madness end. Announcing that the assembled out of towners were violating the city's evening noise ordinance, his Deputies (with 12 more from neighboring towns and most of the Victorville High's football team, deputized and paid $50 each for their effort) began arresting and zip tying the invaders until finally the message came across loud and clear and, in less than 15 minutes, the street was once again as quiet as it could be. Parker left a car out front over night, but for the most part, the mayhem was done and, because of Parker's continuing threat of arrest, didn't start again.

The craziness only shifted locations, though. Many of the vans and even more helicopters shifted to the south, staking out the roads going into the historical farm at which Anya was filming. Production had to actually shut down due to the constant thump thump thump of helicopters and bzzzzzz of camera drones.

This continued for six days, during which Anya Clark had seemingly disappeared from the face of the planet. No public appearances, no interviews on television or the internet, and no work at either the V'ville location or the Hollywood studio. Wild stories began to circulate about Anya: she'd abandon her current film to run off to France with a younger man; the studio had fired her for a string of illicit affairs, a violation of her contract's moral clause; even that she'd drowned in the Victorville River while skinny dipping with her underage boy toy. Even after Deputy Parker made it clear that no one, let alone Anya Clark, had drowned in his jurisdiction in over 40 years, the story persisted, particular the part about the teenage subject of their suspicions (who Parker refused to identify, even though Jake Rudger's name was already all over the place).
 
The press frenzy was madness, they seemed to try and do anything to get answers. Yet when they got no answers they simply made up stories. Jake saw all kinds of shit on the new about Anya and the endless string of things she was supposely doing while out of sight. Jake felt terrible, he knew this wasn't his fault, but surely he was the source of some of this. No wonder Anya didn't want to be seen with him, hell he couldn't even imagine what would happen if they HAD seen Jake and her together.

All damn day they harassed Jake and his neighborhood, until finally the police were able to chase them away. Though Jake heard that they only move their attentions to where the film was actually being made. He couldn't believe how crazy everything got and how quickly it had happened.

Jake tried to call Anya and was redirected to her PA. "Hey Jake she isn't available right now. I can take a message for you though." Melanie was the girl's name, Jake remembered.

"Hey Melanie, the press was all over my house yesterday. I just wanted to tell Anya that I'm sorry for this. I really tried to not let anything happen. And I don't think they know that she and I know each other for real. They are just making shit up now." He explained.

"Jake she knows. I've been told to tell you that she will contact you as soon as she can, but it might be a little while. In the meantime don't say anything to anyone. Even whispers can get out." Melanie instructed.

Jake sighed, he hated being told the same shit over and over again. But he said, "Yeah my lips are sealed. I'm pretty pissed at my friends anyway for....other shit." He said and hung up.

So now he had to go to school and try to deal with this bullshit. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Nope.

It was bad.

It was real bad.

Reporters were all over the front of the school, trying to interview anyone that would talk to them as they tried to find out if there was some mystery younger man that Anya Clark was dating. Jake was furious to see that shit there.

He tried to avoid it, but as he approached the gates he saw Cassie speaking to one of the reporters.

She saw him and pointed. "That's him there. He's the one going out with Anya."

Jake eyes widened as an army of cameras and microphones desended upon him. "WHAT!?" He screamed.

Questions came at him from every angle, cameras flashed taking his picture.

Who was he?
How did he meet Anya?
Was she good in bed?
Did Anya's ex lover give him that bruise?
How big was his cock?

Jake roared. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU VULTURES!"

He pointed back at Cassie who seemed smug that she had directed such attention to him. "I don't know Anya Clark. That girl there is just a steamy cunt who's jealous that I wouldn't help her cheat on her boyfriend! It's her boyfriend that punched me in the head. I have no idea about Anya Clark, I don't even fucking like her. All her movies are shit, and Cassie Green is a nothing but a selfish slut." He grabbed the nearest camera man, "Oh hey you guys want a scoop. Here," He gave out Cassie's cell phone number. "She loves to suck dick. Give her a call guys and she'll have you busting nuts all over her face."

Then he shoved himself through the crowd who all seemed rather stunned about what just happened. Slowly the cameras began to turn on Cassie and questions about her oral skills started to pop up.

"Fuck my life." Jake muttered as he headed to class.
 
Melanie knocked lightly on the stateroom's door, opening it only after she wasn't specifically told to stay the hell out, as had been the order of the day often over the past week. Anya was sitting on a bench seat at one of the starboard porthole windows, looking out on the French Riviera. She usually loved this place, but then she was usually out there on the beach laying back in a lounge chair with a glass of red wine or a frozen Margarita, not hiding out inside one of the yachts the Studio had on long term lease for just such Talent getaways. (Even though they were a mile from the beach, Anya had had to remain below decks because the paparazzi had taken to flying camera-mounted drones out over the anchored yachts to see if there were any celebrities or other public figures onboard.)

"You're gonna wanna see this," the Personal Assistant said softly after she sat next to Anya. She set a tablet on her boss's lap and tapped the screen. Anya slapped a hand over her mouth in shock as it became quickly obvious that the video was of the skinny dipping event. "The consensus is that a duck hunter was probably in a camouflaged blind just downstream from where you hid from the cop. Season opened that weekend. That's what all the shooting was about."

"This is out," Anya said more than asked. Melanie pointed to the tiny TMZ logo in the upper left corner of the screen and confirmed it had been posted three days ago. "And I'm just seeing it NOW?"

"Does it matter, honey?" Melanie asked. "You said you wanted to pretend all this never happened."

Anya slumped back into the cushions. She had told Melanie that. She thought back to the first video, to when Jake had claimed he didn't know Anya Clark and didn't like her movies, calling them shit. She knew he didn't mean it, so she hadn't been hurt by his words. He'd been doing exactly what she'd asked of him: covering up their relationship, if you could call it that. What was hurting Anya was the fact that Jake had had to do any of this at all. This was all her fault, of course. Jake had only wanted a date to the Prom. It had been Anya who had insisted on meeting him first; it had been Anya who invited him to the shoot, where their friendship and his name was leaked out; it had been Anya who'd come to see him yet again; and it had been Anya who'd stripped her clothes off and gone skinny dipping in his home town, something that had turned a simple actress-goes-to-country-boy's prom story that would have gone away overnight into an international sex scandal that had inflated Anya's Hollywood standing and falsely identified Jake as an underage boy toy who likely had been seduced and maybe even raped, though only by statute.

"Have they identified Jake?" Anya asked.

Melanie answered by urging her boss back up and tapping the screen again. "These were posted yesterday. I cut out the stuff you don't need to see."

The third video began with a TMZ reporter accosting Jake outside a downtown Victorville store. But no matter how the reporter tossed out the questions or made accusations, Jake held fast to his story that he didn't even know Anya Clark. Three more videos were of filming site employees who claimed they'd seen Jake at the farm shoot. But none of them had had pics or videos, which led to the last video, this one of TMZ's hostess ending last night's report with, "Will we ever know the true identity of Anya Clark's skinny dipping boy toy? Stand by, because TMZ will remain on the story until we can tell you what you want to know."

Anya fell back into the cushions again. The PA waited a while before she said, "So, what do you want to do about this?"

"What makes you think I want to do anything about this?" Anya asked. "What is there that needs me to do anything about it?" Melanie didn't respond, and after a very long moment of nothing between the two, a teary eyed Anya looked up to her PA and asked, "Who should we call?"

Melanie smiled tentatively, knowing that there was a lot of risk in what Anya was about to do, but also knowing that it had to be done. She turned the tablet around to Anya and pointed to the trademark symbol in the upper left hand corner of the frozen video.



Days later:

"Jake, honey, can you come down here please?" his mother called up the stairs. When he began descending the case, she held out a small box, saying with a confused expression and tone, "Deputy Parker just delivered this. Why would he be delivering a package to you?"

Inside the box were a prepaid burner phone in a baggy that had written on the outside, Call me after you watch these; a pre-paid FedEx Express envelope with an address label made out to TMZ's office in Los Angeles; and 2 DVDs, one of which had scribbled on it in black permanent marker, Watch first, IN PRIVATE, and the other of which had a cute heart written in red permanent marker. When Jake put it the first one in his DVD or computer he would find Anya's smiling image popping up on the screen. "Hi, Jake. I'm sorry I've been, well, I've sort of been in hiding, as you probably figured out." She diverted her eyes for a moment, selecting her words before looking to him and continuing, "I'm sure by now you have seen the video of us skinny dipping." She chuckled and blushed. "Every one on the planet with a phone or computer has, I guess. Anyway, I've been told that they don't know it's you yet. But, I've also been told that they aren't going to give up trying to figure out who it is."

By now Jake had probably figured that out on his own. TMZ, which was running point on the Anya Clark Boy Toy Story, had had investigators in Victorville now for almost two weeks, interviewing just about every high school boy, young local man, and woman who might be able to identify the male skinny dipper in an effort to finally get a name. Jake was, of course, still the leading suspect, and the paparazzi and reporters had continued trying to get interviews with him in the hopes of finally breaking him into an admission.

"So, I thought I should try to fix this," Anya continued. She lifted a DVD, with a cute heart written in red. "This is the only copy. If you want, destroy it. If you want, send it. I didn't know any other way to fix this." She paused for a moment, looking away and taking a deep breath before looking back and saying with a sincere tone, "I miss you."

The recording ended there, and if Jake put the heart DVD into his device, it showed Anya again, in a tight fitting, bosom lifting, bikini top and yoga shorts., sitting in the stern of a boat with a foreign looking shore line in the background. Anya introduced herself (as if all the world didn't already know who she was), then got to the heart of the matter. "A few weeks ago, I got an Instagram video from a young man in Victorville, the filming location of my upcoming movie. This young man, knowing that I would be in town the weekend of his Prom was kind enough -- and I have to add brave and bold enough -- to ask me to be his Prom date."

She chuckled playfully before continuing, "I thought it was sweet, and on a whim -- particularly since I never went to my own Prom because I was home schooled, thank you very much, mother -- I told this young man that I would indeed go to his dance with him. But to prevent a public spectacle, not unlike the one that has resulted in me hiding out here in France, I told him he couldn't tell anyone about it until the night of the dance. This was going to be a special night for him, because it was his Prom. It was never ended to be a publicity stunt for me or my movie. It was meant to be just a guy taking a girl to a dance."

She drew a deep breath, then began again, "Then, I made a mistake. I decided I wanted to meet this young man. I wanted to know who he was, what he was like--" She smiled and laughed, adding, "Whether I should bring a Taser or a big Doberman or my badass bodyguard, Leah." Anya nodded to the person operating the camera, and when it swung to the left, an attractive woman in a dark suit, dark sunglasses, and a dark expression. Off screen, you could hear Anya say, "Meet my badass bodyguard, Leah." Leah smiled for an instant, then returned to her stern look before the camera shifted back to Anya. "Anyway, I very quickly learned that just like his video invitation, this young man was sweet. Adorable." She donned a bit of a devilish grin, adding, "Good looking, and sexy, and everything a girl could possibly want in a boyfriend." She leaned in a bit closer and spoke as if she was telling a secret, "By the way, you girls who didn't want to go to the Prom with him, you know who you are--" Her smile widened as she shrugged, adding, "Your loss."

A rapidly moving boat passed by the stern, delaying the video a moment as Anya waved to the skier. When she turned back, Anya continued, "Now, I'm sure that all of you have seen the recent online video of me skinny dipping." Again she leaned in, declaring, "And yes, the camera adds 5 pounds, as you could clearly see by the unflattering shot of my ass as I got out of--."

Off screen, a voice Jake may have recognized as Melanie's said, "Anya! You can't say ass on television."

Anya looked away toward the voice, asking, "I can't say ass on television?"

"No!"

Anya laughed, then looked back to the camera, shrugging as she said, "I can't say ass on television, who knew? Where was I? Oh! So, the video. You all saw my fat--" She glanced to Melanie, then back to the camera, continuing in Tom Hank's Forrest Gump accent, "but-tocks!" Her smile widened again as she went on, "And you all saw that gorgeous man who joined me in the water as well. And since I was in Victorville River, near the town where I would soon be attending the Prom with my new friend, you all assumed that the man in the river was my future Prom date. Well, you know what happens when you assume, don't you?"

She reached to a tablet that had been to her left on a stand this whole time and turned its screen to face the camera. There was a dark haired man around 20 years of age wearing exercise clothes that revealed a very fit, tight body. He was smiling and waving to the camera, which he could see in a monitor at his remote location. If Jake took a good look at the man, he would have realized that he looked incredibly close to Jake's own appearance. Anya said to her camera, "Meet Geraldo--" She hesitated a moment, then clarified, "The man in the skinny dipping video. Some of you may recognize him from his fitness videos--"

Geraldo cut in quickly, saying, "Available on disc, flash drive, or digital download at www. GeraldoFit. com."

Anya laughed, saying, "Hey, this is Hollywood. Someone's always plugging something or other, right? Anyway, some of you who follow my Facebook page or Twitter account or Instagram or any of a number of social media sites on which I post, you will also recognize Geraldo as having been my fitness coach for my last movie. We spent almost two years working on this bod'--" Anya stood, twisting around to show off her impressively tight ass cheeks before sitting back down. "Geraldo and I became friends during out time working together, and we have continued to spend time together, sometimes in his LA gym, sometimes on my movie sets--" She leaned forward again, smiling wider, "--and sometimes in the lakes and rivers, skinny dipping."

"I love to skinny dip!" Geraldo weighed in. He continued almost poetically, "The feel, the freedom, the joy of being without clothes to bind--"

"Yeah, yeah," Anya cut in, reaching to turn the tablet backward again. Geraldo could still be heard for a few more seconds, but after he realized that he'd been axed, he went quiet. "Any-way, something about Geraldo that you in the know might also know is that he is gay. Therefore, not my lover. And those of you who right now are screaming But we saw you kiss him! Yeah, I kiss a lot of friends, but that doesn't make them my lovers. So, bottom line: I was not in the river naked kissing a boy from Victorville; and I wasn't in the river naked kissing my secret lover. I was just in the river naked. Get past this. Find another story, so that I can get back to filming my movie."

She leaned toward the camera again, saying with a firm tone, "And please, leave my young friend in Victorville alone. There's no story there, but because I know ya'll're gonna camp out on the Prom steps looking to get a picture of us dancing, I'll make you a promise now: if you'll leave us alone until then, I'll make sure you're all invited to the Prom."

Anya gave her signature goodbye wave, and the screen went black.
 
It was not a good week. Even after he called Cassie out for her bullshit on TV the video of Anya skinny dipping with him surfaced. Jake hung his head when he saw it being played on basically repeat. Reporters pounced on him at every opportunity, asking him questions about Anya. Still he insisted that he didn't know her, despite the video. The video was from far away and frankly it was hard to tell it was him. He only knew because he was there. Which meant he could still deny the reporters any information.

Still it was annoying and it severely interupted his trips to and from school. He asked Parker if he could do anything about it, but Parker only shrugged and said that they weren't breaking any laws so he had limited influence on them. Apparently it was possible to be a completely law-abiding scumbag.

Days passed, prom got closer and closer. The weekend before the prom, Jake's mom called him downstairs to give him a package. He took it upstairs and sat with it for a long moment. It was from Anya, of course, but he didn't know if he wanted to open it now. All the attention was weighing on him, and he wasn't even sure he wanted her to come back anymore. At least not to see him.

Inside he found a phone, and two dvd's. With a sigh he sat at his computer and watched both tapes. The first one had a private message from Anya to him on it. It hurt to she her, but a good kind of hurt. He smiled despite being rather depressed about the whole thing. But it felt good to know that she hadn't forgotten him and was thinking about him.

The second DVD made him sick. The completely false confession, designed to take the pressure off of him showed some hot gay fitness dude, who could be the guy in the skinny dipping video, but Jake thought he also looked like a jackass. Perhaps that was just Jake feeling threatened by his manhood and the fact that he was with Anya and Jake wasn't.

Afterwards Jake took out the disc and held it for a while. She confessed to the prom on this disc, which meant that even if he did give it to a reporter, they'd still be on him like white on rice. Their questions would just be different. They'd be asking about prom, how it felt when Anya said yes, all that bullshit. It was a noble attempt from Anya to help him, but it wouldn't do a fucking thing to get people off his ass.

He set the DvD down, not knowing what he was going to do with it in the end. Perhaps he should give let it be put out there. Let everyone know about the prom date thing. But everytime he thought about that, he felt it was pointless to do so. Who cares if they knew? They'd be at the prom anyway because there was no way Anya was moving through town in any fashion without them knowing.

He grabbed the phone out of the box, there was already a number saved on it so he assumed it had to be the number he needed to reach her. He didn't know what he was going to say or what he was going to do until he heard her voice. He realized that he was hiding everything for her so she could stay safe, while he was buried in the mud of it all.

Anya answered the phone and he took a deep breath. "Hey Anya." he didn't sound happy.

"Yeah I saw the video. Look...I gotta say something...it sucks you know. This is kinda bullshit." He took a deep breath. "These people have been swarming me, swarming the town...all for information on you. I thought you would be hiding out locally, or getting filming done...but then you send me a video and you've been just chilling in France? FRANCE!? I'm here keeping your secret, being accosted by these fuckbags, and you are in FRANCE! Does not one part of that seem a little fucked up to you? You chill in paradise, probably in some fancy hotel or yacht party, and I'm stuck covering up for you."

Jake shook his head. "Anya I'm not showing them this DVD. They'd just be on me even worse asking me about the prom and what color dress you'll wear or some shit." He closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. "You know what....why even do this? Just forget the prom...you obviously care more about what other people think of you than you actually care about other people. This stress isn't worth it, this assault isn't worth it, and it isn't fair that I am the one dealing with it while you 'vacation' out somewhere."

"Goodbye Anya, it was nice meeting you." He said and hung up the phone. Jake curled up into a ball and began to cry.
 
Anya had been pacing for almost three hours, with Melanie begging her every ten minutes or so to take a soak in the hot tub or have a drink or down a bottle of pills, anything to relax before she exploded. She cursed herself again for not having verified specifically when Deputy Parker was going to deliver the package intended for Jake. An email had told her that the Sheriff Department's substation had received the package just before 3pm, but without calling the Victorville cop, she had no idea when the man was going to swing by Jake's home.

Anya had been concerned about sending a package directly to the teen's house. And even if it did, would he sign for an unmarked box what with all the mayhem surrounding him right now? So she'd talked to Leah; who had talked to Security at the Victorville filming location (which was all but shut down by now); who talked to Parker; who called Anya; who Anya then explained what she needed. (Parker had told her he was more than happy to help, of course: Anya had gotten him a very short part as a thug who Ben Taylor's character gunned down simply for ogling Anya's character. The irony of a law enforcement officer playing a criminal in a modern retelling of Bonnie and Clyde wasn't lost on either Anya or Parker.)

When her phone finally rang and she saw the burner phone's ID on the screen, Anya's heart leaped. She didn't hide anything concerning identification, saying with excitement, "Jake! Oh, Jake, I'm so happy you called!"

"Hey Anya."

She was so excited that she didn't pick up the discontent in his tone. "You got the package then? Sorry about the method of delivery, but, well, I'm just glad you got it. Did you watch them both?"

"Yeah I saw the video..."

As he went on, Anya knew from his tone even before the key words spoke it that he wasn't as happy about her decision as she'd hoped. When he got upset about her being in France, Anya tried to defend herself between his angry moments.

"Jake, please--"
"This is no picnic for me either--"
"It's not like I'm out having fun, partying--"

But he was furious, and Anya knew, rightfully so. Her flight to Europe looked a lot worse than it was, but there was no way to explain that appearance away.

"Anya I'm not showing them this DVD."

She stopped her pacing for a moment, disappointed. Anya had seriously thought the recording would make things better. But as Jake went on, explaining that he'd still be hounded by the press and paparazzi, now for just new shit, she realized that she hadn't thought this out very well. The release of her confession would have made life easier on her, but it wouldn't have necessarily done anything for Jake.

"Just forget the prom..."

Anya's heart leaped in her chest! "Jake, no I don't--"

"You obviously care more about what other people think of you than you actually care about other people."

"Jake, please, that's not--"

Anya was beginning to tear up at the realization of what she'd done to this sweet, young man with whom she'd been seriously considering having her first sexual encounter. All she'd been able to think of (aside from the mess she'd created for the both of them, of course) since being naked with Jake in the river that day was what it would be like to pull him into her arms and parted thighs Prom night and trade her V-card for his.

"This stress isn't worth it, this assault isn't worth it, and it isn't fair that I am the one dealing with it while you 'vacation' out somewhere."

By now, she was sobbing, though she held her fingers over the cell's mouth piece in the hopes that he didn't hear her. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed for being emotional like this: it was the fact that she come to be able to tear up, cry, and sob on the Big Screen at the drop of a hat, and often through her life when emotional events had occurred, many people had accused her of faking her reaction to them.

"Goodbye Anya..."

"No, wait! Jake!"

"...it was nice meeting you."

"Jake! Please, let me explain!" Anya begged into the phone. "Jake! Jake?"

Realizing he'd hung up, Anya spun and threw the phone with all her might, not meaning to but putting it right through the window of the Bed & Breakfast on the north end of Victorville where she'd inconspicuously arrived the night before. Melanie rushed to her, crying herself, taking her into her arms for a tight hug before explaining to the B&B's quickly arriving owner that there had simply been an accident and Miss Clark would, of course, be paying for the damages. Melanie held Anya to her for a couple of minutes before the distraught star broke free and went to her bed, collapsing onto it and not moving for more than two hours.



As she did when she had nothing else to do, Melanie was monitoring the internet for anything and everything Anya when her boss finally stirred, padded bare footed to the bathroom, and took a long hot shower. When Anya emerged wrapped in a thick, comfy robe, she glanced at the PA's tablet and asked, "Anything new?"

"Not really," Melanie answered, setting the device aside. "TMZ seems to be the only ones around anymore. The rumors that you left the yacht for Paris seem to be working." Talking about the very blonde double taking Anya's place and using Jake's word to describe the paparazzi, Melanie said, "Our girl got chased by the vultures for three blocks along the Seine last night, before she turned a corner, dumped the coat and wig, spun, and walked calmly right through them without any hassle."

"What about Jake?" Anya asked. She'd hoped that the teen would call her again, but Melanie only shrugged. "I really messed this up, didn't I?"

"Not your fault," Melanie responded. "Shit happens. Usually you hope it won't happen to you, that it will happen to someone else. Then, sometimes it happens to someone you care about, and you wish it would have happened to you."

A long moment of silence passed before Anya said softly, "I do. I really do."

"Do what?"

Anya hesitated before saying with the tone of a girl suffering a grade school crush, "I really do care about him."

"I know you do, honey."

"No, I mean, I really do care about him." After a moment, Anya corrected, "I care for him." She saw Melanie studying her with a slight knowing smile, then giggled as she blushed. "You should have seen him at the river."

"I did see him at the river," Melanie reminded her, wagging her tablet in the air. "We all did."

Anya began a slow pace about the room, reminiscing, "Not like I did. You know, I've seen naked men before. And I don't mean in my work. I mean, well, you know what I mean." Melanie knew that Anya had been flashed by men trying to seduce her or even sexually harass her, but she didn't know the names. "But, seeing Jake like that, even from that distance--" Unlike Jake seeing Anya's naked body from just feet away, Anya's view of him as he'd entered the water had been from more then thirty feet. And yet, it had been one of the most erotic sights of her entire life. She continued, "--had been, oh, incredible."

"Good looking?" Melanie mused, knowing she wasn't even close.

Anya laughed, then blushed yet again. "Adonis."

Melanie laughed, saying with just a hint of doubt, "Adonis? Okay."

"He's a beautiful boy, Mel," Anya went on, ignoring her PA's doubts.

"He's eighteen!" Melanie reminded her boss. When Anya's reaction indicated that she didn't understand the point, the PA clarified, "You're twenty-one! It's not like you're his mother's age. You're still a girl yourself. Hell, you're still a virgin, just like he is."

"Just like he was," Anya said. When Melanie asked what she meant by that, Anya said, "I doubt he's still got his V-card after all this. How many girls at that school of his do you think threw themselves at Jake after learning that he'd fucked Anya Clark?"

"But, he didn't."

"You know that, and I know that," Anya said, beginning to get emotional again. "But those girls only know what fucking TMZ tells them." She paced a moment more, then turned to look at Melanie. "And what do you think Jake told them? The girls, I mean. How do I know he didn't tell them all that he was my lover, so that they'd want to fuck the same boy who'd fucked me?"

Melanie stated her doubt that Jake would do something like that, and the two of them talked and argued and rationalized and justified for the next hour about what had happened, what was happening, and what should happen next. The conclusion to their conversation left the two of them standing there staring at one another with hopeful expressions.



"Jake, honey?" his mother called her son again for the second time that night. "Can you come down stairs again. Deputy Parker is here again and wants to talk to you."

When Jake got to the bottom of the stairs, Parker was wearing a rather hard expression. As soon as Jake was within reach, the deputy reached out and gently turned him, saying, "Please place your hands behind your back, son."

Parker set about cuffing Jake and reading him his rights as Jake's mother acted like a mother would at seeing her son cuffed and led out the door. Parker didn't explain why the teen was being taken into custody, but by the time he'd reached the curb, the reporter who had so conspicuously been hiding out in a large van across the street was already rushing toward the cruiser with his microphone out before him and his camera man trying to shoot film while keeping up.

"Why are you taking Jake Rudger into custody, Sheriff?" the reporter called. "Does this have anything to do with his relationship with Anya Clark?"

After he sat Jake down in the back of the cruiser and curled around to get in behind the wheel, Parker answered, "No, this has nothing to do with Miss Clark. Further, an exhaustive investigation following the arrival of you fine, upstanding Americans--" Parker's words dripped with sarcasm. "--has failed to show that there is any connection between Mister Rudger and Miss Clark--"

"Then why are you taking him in, Sheriff?"


As Parker dropped into the cruiser, he answered, "I will have a full statement for the Press in two hours at the station. If you would like to head there now, I'll ensure that you get front row seating for the press conference."

As he fired the car up and sped away, the camera man chased after the car, trying to film Jake through the window, before hurrying back to the van. Three blocks later, Parker got on the radio and asked, "Are they behind him?"

"Two blocks," a second deputy reported. "We're standing by at 3rd and Washington."

"Taking the turn now," Parker said. He checked his mirrors, seeing the TMZ van shooting through the beginnings of a red light. He took a slow turn to the left, peeked over his shoulder to see the home on the corner block the van's view, then slammed the accelerator to the floor. The powerful cruiser shot to the end of the block, where a second cruiser was parked at the curb. Parker took another hard left, and behind him the second cop car pulled out and headed at the speed limit toward the sub station. Parker looked into his rear view mirror at Jake, telling him, "Sit back and relax, son. We'll be there shortly."



Five minutes later, after having taken some unnecessary turns to check for other paparazzi, Parker pulled the cruiser up to the back yard of the Bed & Breakfast. He helped Jake from the car, then looked up to the second floor of the big house that, with the studio's pull out and exodus of its stars, had only one current patron. And that patron was standing just behind the glass of the one window that did not have cardboard now filling the broken pane.

"Oh, I forgot to read you your rights, Jake," Parker said as he removed the cuffs from Jake's wrists. "You have the right to be who you are. You have the right to be who you want to be. You have the right to find out who you want to be with someone who cares enough about you to get me four more lines in my first motion picture performance." He saw Jake's reaction to that last and just shook his head, saying, "Never mind. I'm sure she'll explain that to you." He looked up to the window again, then back to Jake. His expression was harder now. "She's just a kid, Jake. Like you. Kid's make mistakes. If they didn't, I'd only have to work half as much as I do. She cares for you. She didn't have to tell me that, even though she did. It's obvious." He dangled the cuffs before Jake, saying, "Not many women like her would go to this kind of effort for someone they didn't care a great deal about."

Parker stepped back, clearing the way for Jake to head for the house, saying, "Give her a chance. Oh, and ask her if I should be working on any sort of gangster accent. Maybe something New Yorkish. Or Chicago."

(Sending you a PM with a pic. Only open the PM if Jake goes to her room.)
 
Four years ago when he was fourteen, Jake read the Twilight books as a joke. They were complete and utter nonsense, total bullshit, and yet he couldn't stop reading them. He of course kept this a secret, but he found himself enjoying the books. And yet for the past few days Jake suddenly had a new understanding of the books. In the second novel, Edward abandons Bella, and she becomes nothing but an empty void of a person for months on end.

After Jake said his final goodbye's to Anya, he suddenly knew how Bella felt. He became....numb. He felt nothing, he cared about nothing. It was weird because he honestly didn't know how much he cared for Anya until he broke it off with her. They weren't even dating. They were nothing, just casual friends at best. Yet she used him to tease and flirt with, she seemed to really like him somehow, and in the end it didn't matter.

Jake had thought it best to bail on her. To bail on the whole arrangement. Nothing good could come from it, he knew that now. She was too big of a star to ever get away with a prom trip in silence. The media was starting to disperse as word got out that Anya was in Europe and not in bum-fuck-victorville. Though there were still too many reporters around for Jake's liking, and despite everything they still harassed him.

But he was numb. He didn't care, he didn't do anything or say anything to anyone. He didn't even talk to his family more than yes/no answers. It was all a wash to him. He went to class, he came home, and he slept. That was all he did, for days and days.

He would never see Anya again. He even went so far as to throw out all the DVD's he had of her movies. He tore down the poster of her he had on his wall. He tore her out of his life completely.

It was over.

So he thought.

One evening his mother called him downstairs, where he found Parker in full uniform waiting for him. The car outside had it's blue and reds flashing like he was here on official business.

Parker sighed and shook his head, "Please place your hands behind your back, son."

Jake blinked. "What's going on?" For the first time coming out of his funk in a rush of adrenaline as he realized Parker was there to arrest him.

"You're under arrest Jake, please don't make this harder than it has to be." He said, causing his mother to freak out. "Jake turn around and put your hands behind your back. I promise to make this as easy as I can."

Jake of course did what he was told. "But why? What's going on?"

Parker fastened the handcuffs behind his back and gently led Jake out the door. His mother screamed and tried to follow, "Breanne, stay in the house. I will take care of him. Just stay home for now please." Parker ordered her.

"Come on Jake, I'll explain at the station." Parker said leading him towards the car.

Jake's heart beat frantically in his chest, he didn't know what was going on or what he could have done to warrant an arrest. He feared for his permanent record. He was eighteen and would be tried as an adult for whatever it was he did. But he didn't do anything.

A reporter sprang from the bushes to rush them. Parker explained that if the reporter wanted answers then there would be a briefing at the station later on. The reporter grinned as if he had just won a prize and took off running for his van down the street.

Parker shook his head and placed a palm on Jake's head to get him into the car gently. Jake chewed his lip and waited for Parker to get in the car. "Officer Parker what is going on? I haven't done anything. I haven't even been outside in a week." Jake insisted.

Parker glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Why don't you sit and think on it then Jake. You know exactly what you did, and if you don't remember....I'll be happy to remind you at the station."

Then they were off.

As the drove Parker spoke to someone on the radio, seemingly giving their location and ETA to the station. But....every turn Parker made was wrong. Jake blinked as Parker turned to go the back way to the station....and then drove right past it.

"Hey wait what's going on?" Jake asked.

Parker looked back at him. "Would you relax, I don't want the press following us into the station, so I'm going around."

Jake settled back into his seat, but Parker never made a U-turn to return to the station. He just kept going.

Finally Parker pulled into the local Bed & Breakfast and got out of the car. "Hey!" Jake protested.

Parker came around smoothly and opened the door for him, helping him out of the car.
"Oh, I forgot to read you your rights, Jake," Parker said as he removed the cuffs from Jake's wrists. "You have the right to be who you are. You have the right to be who you want to be. You have the right to find out who you want to be with someone who cares enough about you to get me four more lines in my first motion picture performance."

Jake looked at him. "Wait. What is this?"

Parker shook his head. "Never mind. I'm sure she'll explain that to you." He looked up to the window again, then back to Jake. His expression was harder now. "She's just a kid, Jake. Like you. Kid's make mistakes. If they didn't, I'd only have to work half as much as I do. She cares for you. She didn't have to tell me that, even though she did. It's obvious." He dangled the cuffs before Jake, saying, "Not many women like her would go to this kind of effort for someone they didn't care a great deal about."

Jake chest felt tight as he followed Parker's gaze. There was a blocked up window, where the suite room was. He looked at Parker, "Is she?" He asked softly.

Parker stepped back, clearing the way for Jake to head for the house, saying, "Give her a chance. Oh, and ask her if I should be working on any sort of gangster accent. Maybe something New Yorkish. Or Chicago."

Jake gave him a look and then looked back up at the window. He couldn't believe all this. He left Parker and made his way inside where the woman at the desk just pointed for him to go upstairs. Every step up that flight of stairs felt heavy to Jake. He didn't know what to say or what to think. Part of him was afraid to see her again, and the other part couldn't wait.

He finally got to her door and slowly knocked.

His heart hammered in his throat when he heard her voice, telling him to come in. Slowly Jake opened the door and saw her, waiting for him by the window in a big fluffy white robe. She looked incredible, like always. Jake felt tension ease out of him as he stepped into the room and shut the door.

He walked over to her, and took a deep breath. "Hi." He said softly. "You uh..." He paused and took a few more breaths. "You didn't have to get me arrested." He told her finally with a slow smile crossing his lips.
 
Anya smiled at Jake's mention of his arrest. "Actually, that wasn't my idea. That was all Pete. Deputy Parker, sorry. I think he's showing off for my next film, a police buddy dramedy." She looked down to Jake's wrists as he rubbed where the hard metal had been clasped about them. She donned a devilish smirk, asking suggestively, "I, um, don't suppose he let you keep the cuffs, did he?"

She backed slowly away from Jake toward the bed with her hands up before her as if wanting to be cuffed. She smiled, then laughed. "Well, maybe for our first time, we should keep things conservative. She pulled the robe's ties loose and dropped the gown to the carpet, standing before the bed in a sheer panty and bra set that showed off the pert nipples of her firm breats and the closely trimmed landing strip at the meeting of her thighs...


Sitting on the edge of the bed, Anya gestured Jake to ber, saying almost in a whisper, "Come here."
 
Jake smiled as she explained that it hadn't been fully her idea. She toyed with the marks on his wrists, playing around with the suggestive idea of what they could do with handcuffs. Then she slowly backed away from him, moving towards the perfect white bed. Again Jake's pulse raced as he watched her bring her hands up to the top of the robe.

He held his breath, watching the robe fall away. Her underwear was so sheer it might not as well had been there at all, and for the third time Anya was bare before him. This counted as naked and as being in her underwear. As much as JAke wanted to enjoy this, as much as he wanted to enjoy her naked body, he felt himself tense.

Even as she sat herself on the edge of the bed and gave him the most erotic look he had ever seen. "Come here." She whispered.

Despite himself, Jake approached her carefully. His body tight as he waited for the tease to end, and the other shoe to drop. "Anya I..." He said softly as he got close enough for her to reach out for him. "Please don't do this. I can't handle being teased anymore. I will break." He pleaded.
 
"I never meant to tease you, Jake," she said, her words and expression sincere. She reached out to him, taking his hands into hers as she pulled him closer, into between her widening thighs. Looking up into his eyes, she continued, "I never meant to hurt you."

She squeezed his hands, then let them go and reached tentatively to his belt buckle. As she began to work it loose, Anya looked up into Jake's face and almost in a whisper said, "Let me make this up to you, Jake. Let me make love to you." As the buckle popped free and she reached for the pant's snap, she continued, this time in whisper, "I want to make love to you, Jake."
 
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As she took his hands in hers and spoke, Jake knew she was telling the truth. It didn't make the past weeks events any less hard, but it did mean that she was sorry for them. And frankly that didn't make him feel better either. He didn't want her sympathy either.

He didn't really know what he wanted and he felt bad for it. But then Anya's hands lowered from his hands to his pants. Her fingers began working on him. Her gaze locked onto his eyes as she spoke the magic words.

Jake looked at Her, reached up to brush his finger through her hair. He looked into her eyes and slowly nidded, "Okay." He whispered.
 
Anya beamed at Jake's answer, her tight, slight grin becoming a toothy smile that filled her face. She repeated, as if to ensure him that she felt the same, "Okay."

She loosed the snap on his pants, grasped the pull tab of his zipper between two deft fingers, and lowered the metal connector. His pants loosened on his hips, then suddenly fell away to gather in haste about his ankles. She urged him to step out of his shoes, then his pants, and as he did her gaze remained set upon his face. She'd seen his cock down at the river already, and yet here and now, Anya found herself to look at it.

"Take your shirt off," she whispered, and as he pulled it over his head, she let her eyes take in the impressive growth hiding behind the cloth of his tight fitting jockeys. She glanced up at him after the shirt was tossed aside, blushing and then chuckling nervously as she realized he'd spied her staring at his erection. She asked, still looking into Jake's eyes, "Can I touch it?"

Anya knew what the answer would be, of course. She looked back to his groin, less than foot from her face, fairly even with her neck, then let the fingers of one of her hands slide over to the shaft behind the cotton, ever so gently tracing the features of it.
 
Jake watched her face brighten with a huge smile as he agreed to her. He watched her fingers work open his pants, his body trembled. This was finally happening, after all of this. He was not only going to finally have sex, but he was also going to have sex with one of the most popular women in the world.

Her hands tugged his pants down and he stepped out of them with a flick of his foot, the pants flew to the side of the room. He pulled his shirt off and stood before her with just underwear and a buldge. A budge that held Anya's attention.

She looked from his cock to his face and whispered for permission to touch him. Jake let out a breath, "Please." He replied.

Her hand came up and caressed him through his underwear, and that was officially the first time a girl touched him. It sent a wave through him, her hand rubbed him through the material and he was so hard against her hand.

Jake bent over and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her up to kiss her. His lips worked with hers in a passionate tongue filled kiss. He broke away just far enough to whisper, "Take it out." He told her.
 
Anya could see and even feel Jake's trembling at the excitement (maybe even fear?) of what was finally going to happen. She'd been looking at what her fingers had been gently caressing but now she looked at her fingers themselves. And she found them trembling as well. She realized she was scared, far more so than just seconds ago when she'd dropped her robe to essentially stand naked before him; or days before, when she'd been naked with him in a river, sharing one of the most, no, the most erotic kiss of her life.

She suddenly wondered whether she could do this! She was going to have sex for the first time, with a man, a young man, a boy almost, who she'd only known for a very short time. Anya looked up to Jake with her mind suddenly conflicted: she knew she couldn't back out of this now, not after what he'd called teasing, and probably for good reason; but she also feared that as they got deeper into it, she might panic and call an end to it suddenly, tragically.

Then.

He kissed her.

It was a passionate kiss, like back in the water. And all her feelings for this man came rushing back to Anya. And all she wanted was to have Jake in her arms, to have their bodies pressed firmly together, to have him inside her.

He whispered, "Take it out."

Anya couldn't help but giggle, looking away as she exploded in a blush. She apologized quickly, "I'm sorry. It. It just sounded to funny." She looked up into Jake's face, begging him to kiss her again, and as he did, she moved her hands to the waist band of the front of his jockeys, pulled it forward, and pulled it down. She couldn't look at it, and instead prolonged the kiss for another moment until they both knew it was time. Jake stood taller again, and Anya's gaze dropped to his groin. She drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she repeated her compliment of what seemed like so long ago, "It's beautiful."

With outstretched finger tips, Anya touch him, then looked to Jake's face at his reaction: with the very first touch of her cool finger tips to his cock's warm head, the entire thing twitched. She laughed, asking, "Was that reflex? Or did you do that on purpose?"

She laughed again, then moved her attention back to the teen's cock. It was like a rock with a skin coating, so inflated by his hard pumping blood that the end of it was smooth and shiny. Blood vessels meandered up and down its sides, and Anya traced them with a gentle touch, as with the entirety of his length for what seemed like an eternity before finally asking, "Does that feel good?"
 
Anya giggled at his whisper which made Jake blush. He was trying to be sexy and shit, and she just giggled. Jake gave her a look which she returned with a completely different look, a look of need and want. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. So he kissed her again, pressing his lips firmer to hers, shoving his tongue in her mouth and showing her how much he wanted her. And want her he did, more than anything.

He knew that they had only known each other for a short time, but it had been the best time of his life, despite the run around. Anya was so down to Earth and amazing, he could hardly believe it. She shared some very deep secrets with him and it showed a level of trust that went beyond just a friendship. Together they would explore and enjoy each other, Jake knew that now.

This time when he broke the kiss Anya's attention returned to his crotch. Her fingers came up and she tugged his waistband out then down, revealing his hard throbbing member mere inches from her face. Jake rose back upright and watched her, hunger in his eyes.

"It's beautiful." She said softly, as her fingers came up to grasp at the swollen mushroom end of him. Her touch caused his cock to jerk in delight in her hand. She laughed and looked at him, "Was that reflex? Or did you do that on purpose?"

Jake smiled and shrugged, then he purposefully made his cock throb and twitch the same way some guys could flex their pecks. This made Anya laugh again, the whole time her hand held onto him so she could feel what his cock did. But once more her attention turned back to his shaft, her hand moved down his length. She seemed to trail over his veins, and the muscles within his sex stick. It was like she wanted to explore him, and it felt wonderful.

He let out a pleasured sigh as her hand slid along him, back and forth. "Does that feel good?" Came her voice.

Jake smiled and said, "You have no idea how wonderful it feels to have you touch me. It feels even better because it's you."
 
"You have no idea how wonderful it feels to have you touch me," Jake answered.

Again, as would happen so often with him, Anya's lips widened in a pleased yet somewhat shy smile.

"It feels even better because it's you."

That made Anya's heart fill with joy. She believed him. She believed that Jake wanted her and only her to be the one touching him. And she believed with all her heart that he wanted her to be the one not because she was Anya Clark, sexy movie star, but because she was just her, the girl he'd asked to a dance, spent some interesting times with, kissed passionately, and more of the stuff boys and girls did when they liked one another. Few people in Anya's life had liked her just for herself. It was nice to finally be accepted for who she was away from the screen. Oh, she wasn't naïve: she knew that Jake was often and repeated reminded by voices in his head that he was with a celebrity, a sexy celebrity who thighs millions of men had fantasized about laying between. It would have been impossible for him not to consider her status on occasion. But deep in her heart, Anya believed that Jake would have been just as excited to be with her like this if she'd only been some pretty girl from V'ville High.

Like Cassie.

Suddenly, the mayhem and madness and coverage of her suspected relationship with Jake filled her already busy mind. She recalled Cassie fingering Jake, Jake denying, filming crew members informing, and everything else that had occurred over the past month or so. A thought struck Anya, and before she even contemplated how he might her it or interpret it, she looked up into Jake's eyes and asked with a serious tone, "You're not going to tell anyone we're doing this, are you? This is our secret, right?"

As soon as she asked, Anya realized there were two ways for Jake to interpret her question: the way she'd meant it, which was This is personal, between the two of us, so, you're not going to go bragging to your friends at school that you fucked Anya Clark; or the way she feared he'd interpret it, which was I'm Anya Clark, movie sensation and lusted-for babe of the big screen, and I can't have the world knowing I surrendered my V-card to some country hick kid, so, you're gonna keep your mouth shut, right?

But before she could clarify what she'd meant, Jake responded...
 
Jake looked down at her and shook his head. She was still so concerned about keeping her damn image and secrets. It angered him that she would even have to ask him this shit.

"Seriously Anya? All this time I could have been blabbing to the media? To people at school? I've keep my mouth shut, what makes you think I would suddenly start talking now?" He told her. "You should know me better than that at least by now." He insisted.
 
Anya's joy had turned to concern, and now it had turned to confusion. Was this supposed to be this hard? Falling in love? After all, wasn't that what they were doing here? It wasn't just sex, she knew, or at least for her. Hell, if Anya had only wanted sex, she could have been getting that for years, clear back to when she'd been 14 and her 40 year old female co-star tried to seduce her; and then again as recently as just six days ago when one of her long time male friends came to Riviera at her request to offer support and instead tried pull her skirt up and finger her. (He ended up overboard, thrashing in the dark water of the Mediterranean after a crew member heard Anya cry out for help.)

Anya's hands fell away from Jake's groin as he finished his declaration of being trustworthy, and she diverted her eyes away from the pole aiming right at her face. She felt stupid suddenly; she felt self destructive. Jake had been so good to her, and yet Anya just couldn't seem to make things work like she'd envisioned they would.

Then, she looked up into his face and smiled. She said with sincerity and firmness, "I trust you, Jake. I trust you with all my heart. I'm sorry." She stood, threw one leg behind her then the other to end up on her knees in front of Jake, then reached out to pull him to her in a tight hug as she kissed him passionately. After a moment, she began knee walking back away from him, holding his hand as she whispered, "C'm'ere. Come up here with me." After he, too, knee walked to the middle of the bed, she kissed him again, then told him, "Lay down." After he was on his back, Anya straddled his thighs, looking down into his eyes with a growing smile as she snapped her bra free and tossed it aside. She gave him a moment to ogle her young, firm breasts, then reached to the corners of her panties' triangle of sheer fabric.

"I bought these just for tonight," she said, smiling. She gave the corners a little flick, and hidden snaps came loose, causing the panties to pop free from her body and fall upon his legs. She snatched them up as she watched him ogle her now naked body, tossing them aside before quickly laying down upon him. She was blushing, embarrassed that she was shy about being seen naked. Oh sure, he'd seen her at the river this way, but that had been from a distance and without any chance of them doing what they were going to do tonight. She pressed her body against his, pulling herself up his torso with parted legs until her belly was laying atop his hard shaft. She kissed his muscular chest, then higher, then to his collar bone, then finally scooting up high enough to press her mouth to his. And, of course, it was her wet pussy that was pressing against Jake's shaft now, not her belly. She kissed him passionately, then whispered, "I can't believe I'm doing this. Finally. I'm finally losing my virginity." She kissed him again, softer, looking into his eyes as she whispered, "To the best guy I could possibly hope to make love to."
 
For a moment Jake thought that his words had ruined the mood, that it was once again just going to be over. Anya's hand fell away from his swollen member and she looked away for a moment. He felt a pit form in his stomach as he feared that this time he fucked it up.

But that wasn't the case, Anya looked up at him with a smile and nodded, "I trust you, Jake. I trust you with all my heart. I'm sorry." Then she climbed onto the bed fully, perching on her knees so she could be almost level with him. Jake stepped forward into the void against the bed where her legs had been before and she embraced him. Their lips met and Jake felt Anya give herself to his kiss. His cock nudged against her stomach as they held each other in that moment. The heat of her skin seemed to burn through him.

When she broke the kiss, Anya took his hands with a smiled and shifted back onto the bed. She encouraged him to join her and Jake felt his body tingle. Here it comes, this was happening, every second put him closer to becoming a man. He followed her onto the bed, mimicing her knee-walk.

She spun with him and laid him down, Jake watching eagerly as she positioned herself over his thighs. His shaft was hard and heavy against his lower belly, as he watched her hand move up her body. She was perfection personified.

A lustful smile crawled across his face as Anya's fingers popped her bra free. She toss the garmet aside and exposed her beautiful rack to his gaze. Jake licked his lips and watched eagerly as she did the same thing to her panties which popped free unexpectedly. His eyes widened as her smooth little slit came into view. A slit he would soon fill.

She lowered herself on top of him, her breasts caressing his stomach as she kissed her way slowly up his body. Each touch of her lips sent shocks of delight through him, trembles or promising pleasures to come. She move until he he felt the moist heat of her pussy on top of his cock.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Finally. I'm finally losing my virginity." She kissed him again, softer, looking into his eyes as she whispered, "To the best guy I could possibly hope to make love to."

She was in position, his cock throbbed underneath her. Jake reached up and slid his hands over her body, caressing her breasts for the first time. He smiled at her and swallowed, "At least we can be bad at it together." He said softly teasing.

He looked between him and saw her labia gently wrapped upon his shaft. He could feel her excitement making his skin slick so that she could slip back and forth along him easily. It was then that a thought occured to him and he turned his gaze back to her. His fingers came up and brushed the hair back from her face, "I...umm....do you think we should get a condom...I don't know how long i'll....you know...it's my first time so.." He blushed.
 
"At least we can be bad at it together," Jake said about it being each of their first times at this.

Anya smiled, laughed, and kissed him again. She reassured him, "Even bad sex feels good. Or, so I've been told."

In the back of her mind, Anya was contemplating the pain of having a cock inside her for the first time. Back when she was just short of 19, after a conversation in which Anya admitted to still being a virgin, a female acquaintance of hers had given her a vibrating dildo and a tube of warming gel as a Bday gift. Anya had been horrified opening the box, yet when she got home that night, she'd taken the realistic cock-looking device out, coated it, and tried it. Or, tried to try it. The pain had been too much for her at the time, so she'd limited herself to using its vibration function upon the outside of her pussy, driving herself to the most incredible orgasm of her early masturbatory history. She planned on trying to fuck herself again at some point, but then the device had been lost at the airport in a piece of luggage that, thankfully, had not had a name tag or anything identifiable to Anya Clark inside. She'd never replace it, and in the months and years that followed, her self pleasuring had been limited to fondling her clit with her fingers with ever increasing skill.

She hoped that this time around, the not-realistic-looking but absolutely-real cock she wanted to mount would hurt less. Anya wanted this moment to be totally spectacular for each of them. She'd heard so many horror stories, of boys who came before they even got inside and of girls who'd felt such pain that there had been no joy of which to reminisce. As she laid upon Jake, Anya began working her pussy ever so slowly up and down the bottom side of his shaft, which, of course, with him on his back was actually the top side, or something like that. It felt so good, and it felt so different, from the standard fondling of her sensitive little nub of flesh with her own fingers.

"I...umm....do you think we should get a condom......" Jake asked. Anya smiled, so happy that he thought to ask. He continued, "I don't know how long i'll....you know...it's my first time so.."

She giggled at the blush that filled his face, then kissed him playfully. "First, Jake. You're not going to last." She pecked his mouth again. "You'll be lucky to get inside me before, well, you know." This time she laughed and blushed herself. "But that's okay. It's supposed to be that way. It'll be fast for you, and it'll hurt for me. We have to accept that." She'd still been slowly rubbing her pussy up and down Jake's shaft, but now she sped up just enough for him to notice and lengthened the stroked of her now sopping wet lips upon him, wetting him from the end of his cock to the top of his scrotum. She kissed him more passionately, then with almost a whisper, "And I love that you thought about protection, but, we're good. I took care of it long ago, just in case I finally met the right man." She kissed him again, a slow, erotic kiss, before telling him, "And finally I have."

Anya could tell that her movements upon Jake's virgin shaft were beginning to truly affect him. She slid slowly off him, looked to his now glistening rod, grasped it, and as she looked back up to him, began stroking him, tighter and faster as she said, "I think maybe, we should just get your first time out of the way. Don't you?"
 
Jake's breathing began to change as Anya's hips began to move and back forth. Slowly at first, her labia opened around his rod, moving back and forth in short gentle motions. IT felt like she was trying to work herself up the nerve to go further. But as she explained to him the reality of what they were about to do, how it wouldn't feel fantastic for her, and wouldn't be long for him, her hips also began to move longer in the strokes. Like she was using her soft labia lips, juices, and warmth to stroke him off.

Jake grunted under her as her movements went from base to near tip and back again. Her juices painted along his shaft like a coating of slippery paint, making her motions smoother and easier. His cock throbbed and pulsed under her, involuntarilly flexing up against her as if trying to hunt for her entrance on it's own.

Anya smirked as she told him she finally found the right guy for this. He felt his heart skip a beat at her words. He could tell that she really cared about him, and he loved her for it.

She slowly lifted herself off of him, Jake watched their bodies separate and he marveled at how shiny his shaft was from her wetness. Anya settled back and grasped him in her hands, stroking him immediately. He grunted as her fist pumped up and down his girth with the aid of her own juices lubing him up.

"I think maybe, we should just get your first time out of the way. Don't you?" She told him softly, as if encouraging him to cum for her.

Jake propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her. "Are you sure?" He asked her. "Maybe we should just do it." He shrugged, "I mean, if I'm not gonna last, and it's only gonna hurt you. Maybe it might be best to get the shitty one out of the way, so we can make up for it later?" He suggested.

"Like ripping off a bandaid?" He suggested. "I don't wanna hurt you Anya. I understand it might really suck for you and that's the last thing I wanna do to you. But it's gotta happen eventually right? So why not make sure it'll be the worst one for both of us?"
 
"Like ripping off a bandaid?"

Anya laughed at the imagery, saying, "Oh my god, Jake." She leaned in and kissed him, listening to the rest of what he had to say before pushing him back to the mattress and returning to straddle him, again above his thighs, not his groin as just before. But, this time she remained high above him, her hands upon the front of her thighs as she looked down on him. She reached to his cock with both hands, stroking it again as she studied his expressions.

"Maybe you're right," she said, rising to her knees to walk forward, putting her groin over his. She said with obvious humor, "Maybe we should just get this horribleness done and over with."

She laughed, but, as she moved into position, lifting his rock hard erection with both hands still grasping it up from his body and placing it at her hole, Anya's expression got more serious. She played the bulbous head of his cock at the fold of sensitive flesh for a long moment, fore and aft pass and against her opening as her breathing began to get more noticeably excited.

"Ready?" she whispered as she ever so gently began to lower herself upon Jake's cock. She hesitated at the first sign of resistance, then lowered farther. She wasn't opening to him, so she lifted again, rubbed his head to spread her natural lube, then returned to trying to get him inside. She gave him a nervous chuckle, whispering, "Maybe I should have asked myself if I was ready."

But then, suddenly, her muscles opened to the intrusion, and the big bulb of Jake's cock slipped through. Her eyes slammed tightly shut and her vaginal muscles tightened, which, of course, only caused her more discomfort. But after a moment of more heavy breaths, Anya looked down to Jake again, moved one hand to press against his muscular chest, and lowered her weight upon him again.

"Oh, god," she murmured, wishing she'd replaced that dildo she'd lost so many years ago and prepared for this moment. She was looking right into Jake's eyes as he moved her other hand to his chest as well. Now, rather than just letting her weight drop, Anya purposely forced her body downward, grimacing at the feel of Jake's thick shaft slipping between her resistant muscles. She repeated, "Oh, god. Oh God. Jake. You're. You're in me. I can feel."

She relaxed enough somehow to suddenly take the rest of his length deep into her now less virginal pussy, and as their groins touched she laid down upon him, pressing her mouth hard to his, whispering, "My god. You're in me. I feel you in me. My god, Jake."
 
Jake laid still for Anya, not wanting to show how excited and eager he was to finally have sex. He found himself so happy that he saved himself from Cassie's wraith and was here to experience this with Anya for the first time. No matter what happened or how bad this might be the first time, they would experience it together. Sharing this with each other will only help them get to know each other and make every time after this that much better.

So he held his breath and watched Anya position herself over him, her body hovering over his cock like she was about to be lowered on some kind of torture device. He could tell she was nervous, even reluctant to do this, but virginity has to be lost sometime right? He smiled and tried to give her encouragement with his gaze as she grasped him between her hands and pressed his tip to her entrance. He could feel her heat burning into his tip, telling him that a paradise would lay within.

There was a pressure as Anya pushed down, but she gasped and lifted up before he body opened to him. Instead she rubbed his tip through her folds, trying to lube up his tip some more. It made him tremble.

This time when she tried again, her body opened around him. Anya let out a sharp cry as her body opened and his tip plus a little extra slipped into her. Jake also let out a gasp, but it was covered up by her moan of pain. Jake gritted his teeth as he felt her tunnel spasming around his tip, grasping and milking on him. The pleasure was incredible, but he tried to ignore it. Anya needed to finish this, he couldn't be going soft until her pussy had accepted him.

She pressed her hands to his chest, and Jake felt her pressing more of her weight upon him. Her tunnel squeezed him, but slowly his cock forced her velvet to part and accept. His cock throbbed eagerly as more and more of him disappeared into her. "Oh, god. Oh God. Jake. You're. You're in me. I can feel." She said to herself almost softly, as if motivating herself to continue.

Continue she did. It was a slow process, that felt like it took half an hour, though in reality it probably only took ninety seconds. Anya took a few deep breaths and her body seemed to relax, when it did, she had no problem lowering herself the rest of the way until she sat firmly upon his waist with his dick throbbing deep inside of her.

She kissed him, her body completely drapped on top of him. "My god. You're in me. I feel you in me. My god, Jake."

Jake reached up and brushed her hair away so he could look into her eyes. "I feel you. I can feel your body squeezing and almost rippling along my penis. Everytime I throb I swear I can feel your heart beating through me. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life. Anya you are wonderful." He told her softly, kissing her between sentences.
 
Anya pressed her mouth to Jake's again in a long, slow, erotic kiss before wrapping her hands under and tightly to the outside of his shoulders and simply laying upon him. She marveled at how well the two of them fit to one another, as if they'd always meant to be together. The pain from his intrusion upon her had even faded (for the most part, anyway) leaving Anya to feel little more down there than the pleasure of having his cock pressing inside and against her vagina and clit. She could have remained here all day like this, her hands having slipped under his arms around to the back and outsides of his shoulders, pulling him to her; her toes having wriggled under Jake's calves, enticing him to raise his knees a bit and let her chilled toes find warm refuge between him and the bedding.

There was a bit of a chill in the air, and after a moment Anya found herself beginning to shiver, despite the wonderful warmth of Jake's torso against hers and of his arms wrapped tightly around her, hands caressing. And she contemplated asking him to disengage so that they could slip into the blankets and continue this undercover. But she knew what she needed to do to for Jake to get off, and bedding would only get in the way of that happening.

She rose up from him a bit, kissing him again, then up a bit more until her hands were pressing against his well built chest once more. Then. She began shifting forward and back, just a bit, just enough to be noticed, the pain returning as his shaft worked back and forth within her loosened yet still tight pussy. And as she increased the length, and then the speed, of her stroke around him, Anya both watched her lover for his reaction to what she was doing, while also beginning to show her own reaction to it as well. Her mouth opened wider, the breaths became quicker and shorter, timed to her movements: inhale on one aft-ward push, exhale on the next, repeat.

It was beginning to feel incredible, and while she'd heard and read many stories about the difficulty some women had orgasming by the simple act of fucking, Anya was already certain that having Jake inside her like this would make her cum. But she was also already certain by the look on his face and the sounds coming from his mouth, that he was going to reach heaven before her.

And, as she watched her lover's every expression and listened to his every sound, Anya knew that that was just fine with her.
 
They laid there together in embrace. Anya lay against his chest, kissing on him, but trying to be as still as possible. Still she wasn't though, Jake could feel her vagina squeeze and flex around him in random spots. Which felt great, and made him tremble when it gripped him near the tip. It was like her body was trying to figure out what the fuck had just invaded her.

Anya began to move slowly as well, not sexual movements, but her hands flexed on his chest, her toes wiggled under his calves. She was clearly trying to work up the courage to continue this act. Jake was actually glad it was taking her so long, because the pleasure of being inside her was starting to fade. Not that it didn't feel great, but that first rush of excitement of being inside of a woman, had begun to fade and his impending orgasm retreated a bit.

Anya trembled on top of him, Jake thought it was from pleasure but it might have been from the coolness that was settling into the room for the evening. She took a breath and began to push herself upright, her palms tight against his chest. He watched her carefully, holding his breath as her movement caused her tunnel to shift and move around him and it was incredibly intense. She looked at him and shifted her hips, moving back and forth lightly. Her walls trembled and wiggled around him, bringing a gasp from his lips.

Her movements began slowly at first, not really doing anything be grinding his shaft within her. The look on her face suggested that it didn't feel great yet, but she also seemed determined to make him feel good. As if she would give him pleasure if she couldn't get it herself. Then she began to lift her hips, sliding him in and out of her, still in short strokes but enough to change the way the motion felt.

Jake gasped as she lifted higher, stroking him longer. Suddenly he realized it was like she was jerking him off, except using her pussy to stroke him. Her walls and folds caressed him tightly, moving up and down his shaft. The tip of him seemed to re-open parts of her tunnel that closed up immediately after he was withdrawn. He shivered under her and reached up to caress her breasts. His palms filled with her soft, lovely mounds. He caressed her and held her while she bounced on him.

He felt his cock throbbing and swelling as the return of his orgasm began to rise through him. His breath turned into a pant and he flopped his head back on the bed as Anya continued to move along him. "Oh god." He moaned. "That's incredible...Anya....I'm.....close." He panted, her walls moving up and down, up and down, stroking, pleasing, incredible. His hips flexed under her, coming up slightly as she came out, purely out of reflex but also joining with her rhythm that began to become steady, as if she no longer hurt.
 
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