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**April's POV**
"Yes, absolutely" I breathed. I understood that I was a little bit drunk, but it wasn't the alcohol talking... at least I think so.
"April, are you sure?" He was dead serious.
"Yes! Gerard, I love you."
As I said it, his mouth collided with mine. His kisses weren't full of lust, but love and wanting. He reached around my waist and rolled on top. His legs were straddling over my hips as he reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. I began to unbutton his flannel one at a time, but ended up ripping it off as a whole. My whole top half was almost naked in a matter of seconds. I that was left was my bra, and undone skinny jeans at this point.

He sat up on the bed and looked at the floor, "Um... This is awkward..." He began.
I leaned on my elbows, "What's up?" Was he gay or something? Did he already... finish?
"I don't have anything... on me..."
What the fuck was he- Oh! "Oh! Right. Well, there's barely a risk of that happening right now. Um... shark week starts soon so.. Yeah." I hinted. It was true. You can't make a baby when it's about to be eliminated along with the other unnecessary shit.
Gerard looked at me a little uncertain but crawled back and under the covers. He had slipped off his jeans with ease, but mine were a bit of a challenge... cheap skinny jeans that don't stretch. He pulled the down but they rolled up and got stuck about mid thigh so he had to stand at the foot of the bed and pull them off from my feet. I was giggling the whole time. After he got those devilish jeans off, i was in nothing but my panties and bra. He reached under me and felt around for a moment while kissing me. 'This is fucking hilarious.' I thought and reached under myself and undid my bra by myself. I dangled it in front of Gerard before tossing it away to meet the rest of the clothes on the floor.

He pulled me closer to the foot so I didn't hit my head on the headboard and kissed me again, more gentle; almost protective. He slowly slid my panties off and carefully rested inside of me. I should tell him... No, I don't need to. But maybe he should know.
"It's my first time" I squeaked through a gasp.
"I can tell." He moaned. as he pushed into me a couple more times.
Man, this was actually not as bad as I thought it would be. Yeah, I'm losing my virginity to a man who is several years older than me, but it didn't hurt, it didn't feel uncomfortable. He was gentle with his pushing, he kept his hands on the pillow on either side of my head. Sweat was accumulating on his forehead and started soaking into his inky locks. I wasn't worn out or anything. This was great!I just had to lay here for a while until he finishes and hope I don't get pregnant.

He had me in missionary for a good hour until he had to catch his breath, "Wanna be on top for a bit?" He said pushing out his chest to crack his back.
"Yeah, sure." I said as he rolled over so I was on top. The top sheet got caught on my foot. and all of my hair made its way to Gerard's face. Pushing it away, he still smiled at me, blinking out stray strands that succeeded in scratching his eyes. I pushed it all to one shoulder and continued to kiss me, He positioned himself and slid right in. What, what the fuck do I do now? Do I just rock back and forth or is it more of a grinding motion? I carefully moved my weight towards his belly button and back towards his feet. He breathed out a little more than he should of and placed both hands on my hips, giving me an extra lift once I did it again. Oh, so that's how it works!

I almost forgot that I was tipsy. Everything was just so new and passionate; it took my mind off of things. After ten minutes of being on top, I guess I got bored and rolled back over. Gerard was straight on top of me and intertwined his fingers with mine on one hand, leaving the other to cling to his back with dark nails.

He pushed harder and faster. I could feel his sweat mingling with mine and leaving us both with the sliding sensation against each other's bare bodies. I could feel him tightening his grip on my hand, and pulling me as close as he could. With a few sloppy moments, he pulled out and.... gross. I gotta clean those sheets.

He fell down beside me and tried to catch his breath. I pushed the hair that clung to the remains of my lipstick and dried the sweat on my forehead with the pillow. He smiled really big at me and opened up his arms. I grinned and snuggled up close to his chest. It was hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable, but I was perfectly content.
He kissed my cheek, "You're so perfect, April. I've never experienced something quite like that." He huffed.
Ummm.... Yeah, me too? How do I respond? I smiled, "I love you" and nuzzled closer to his chest where he had both arms wrapped around me.
We laid in complete silence for an hour until I heard his breathing slow down and a little snore rise form his throat. Fuck, he is a cute sleeper. I pushed myself away form his grasp and rolled over onto my other side. I always heard guys complaining that their arm would fall asleep or some shit, so I thought maybe I could give him a break from the cuddling. After all, he was already fast asleep.

Notes

Well, I decided to make it a lot more realistic. Frick frack is not that hot and passionate. I mean, it is, but everyone leaves out the awkward bits like leg cramps, fumbling over each other to change position, giggling fits, the awkward bra unclipping, etc.
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