You gotta go downtown
That's the way to my love
Take it round and round
Ooh, you can't stop 'til you find my love
Go downtown,
To taste the sweetness will be enough
That's the love that you've been dreaming of
-SWV

Eighteenth birthday drama was not that bad. Pamela let her invite A-listers and many of her celeb friends were there. Not that they were real friends, they never got to know her. At least she had M'Liyah and Melodie. She did not know what she would do if she did not have her girls with her through the journey she called fame.

"So Gin, what hottie are you trying to scoop up tonight?" M'Liyah asked, standing near her while she snuck gin into her cup of punch.

She guzzled the punch down before she answered the question. "So many to choose from. Any, many, minee, mo," she said, scanning the party room. She was eighteen and had yet to have a boyfriend. That was going to change somehow tonight.

"Turning eighteen is a big deal. Lucky you are the oldest, you get to do everything first before us," Melodie said, grabbing Ginger's cup and taking a sip, then making a face. "Ugh! Girl! Shit is nasty!"

"Lightweight." Ginger poured more gin in her cup, though there was no more punch in it.

"Mel, you're only a month behind. I have to wait four more months," M'Liyah said with a sigh. "Besides, there's no guy around I'm even interested in. Mel, you have a guy that is crazy in love with you, Gin, you don't care for the concept of love. Me, I want that love that knocks me off my feet."

"Excuse me, wench, I believe in love. It just ain't for me. We're young! We're hot! We're famous! Why fall in love when we can enjoy the best time of our lives," Ginger told her. "I'm wilding out, LiyLiy, keep your mom away from me tonight. That's my birthday wish, remember."

"Got it."

Though she liked being the center of attention at her party, she had other plans. She made sure a hotel room key was delivered to her secret crush and hoped he would take her up on the offer. She made it up to her room and took a nice long shower and made sure she was fresh and clean from head to toe. She did not know what to expect, she may have always had a dirty mind, but she was new to this.

She slipped on a sexy negligee but hoped it would not be on long. She sprinkled red rose petals all over the bed before she lay on the silk sheet covers, hoping her crush would find her super tantalizing.

When the door opened and in walked the man she had wanted for years, her heart skipped a beat.

"This is what you want for your birthday?"

She smiled at him. "Yes. Do you want?"

"You know I find you damn sexy."

"Feelings mutual, you know that."

"But...you are still my artist. I've known you since you were fourteen."

"I'm not a kid anymore." She spread her legs open so he could see the tiny thong she wore. Spitfire licked his lips and moved closer to her in the bed.

"You could have any guy down there."

"I want you, stop having me wait so long. I'm eighteen, old enough. I waited right. That's what you said back..."

"Back when you were fifteen trying to fuck me," he reminded her, looking down at her and rubbing her cheek. "I wanted you then you don't know how much I had to hold myself back from just taking you."

She grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"Spitfire, make me a woman tonight."

He got into the bed and pulled her close to him, kissing her so long and strong she turned to jello. She knew Spitfire was the one for her. He was all she ever wanted. The only boy that did it for her. Sure, technically he was a man when they met, he was twenty-three when she met him at fourteen. He was not about that R. Kelly and Aaliyah's life, so after she came on to him, he pushed her away and said maybe when she was older and if she felt the same way.

Well, she felt the same way and she was ready to hand in her V-card. She knew it would be good because she heard the stories about her super-producer putting it down in bed.

"I'm honored you want me to be your first," he said, his hand grabbing her ass and holding it. "And I want you so bad I might break your little ass in two."

She giggled, playing in his locs.

"You got...protection? Or do we need-"

She pointed to the nightstand where a box of magnum condoms sat. If the rumors were true, only magnum would do.

"You knew I was going to say yes?"

"You told me you wanted me too I was just too young. Eighteen is legal, they can't call you Chester the Molester."

"Man, that's sick," he replied, sitting up. "I don't know Gin, you're still so young! And I'm so much older than you."

"Nine years is nothing in reality. When you're thirty I'll be twenty-one, and why would it matter." She reached over to pull his shirt off. "I'm horny as hell baby, and I want you."

He grinned, looking her over. "You ain't even had ta wear a get-up like this babe, shit's not gonna be on long." He yanked the negligee off her little body. "Damn."

"What?"

"You are all grown up," he started kissing her as he kicked off his shoes and they both started at his pants.

Once undressed in nothing but boxers, he picked Ginger up and placed her under the cover.

"Let me do some things to you I've been dreaming about."

With that, he kissed a trail down her stomach and in between her thighs as his tongue made its way inside of her. She gasped at the feeling. It was incredible. She tensed as his tongue darted in and out of her.

"Relax," he assured her. "Enjoy."

Damn. All she was expecting was him to put his dick in her, a couple of bump and grind moves, and virginity lost to the sexiest man she'd ever known. What he was doing to her now was better than she imagined. She did not want it to end. He could do this to her all night and she'd be a happy woman. She reached down and held his locs, holding him down there as he continued to slurp her up.

This was amazing. This was sex? Why had she waited for so long? No wonder grown-ups didn't want them to enjoy something so great. She could have just hopped on Spitfire's face at fifteen.

He finally came up for air, grinning at her.

"I take it you liked that?"

"Yes please, more," she answered, trying to push him back down.

He chuckled. "Come on, more of that later. Baby, that was just a taste, I want all of you."

He got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. She wondered what he was doing, then he came back with one of the lush hotel towels. He threw it across his shoulder and then pulled off his boxers.

"The hell!"

His erection was massive. Like super big. Like how the hell was he going to get that thing in her little ole self?

"It's gonna hurt at first, but I promise baby, it'll feel good too."

He put the towel under her. He grabbed the box of condoms and got one out. He looked over his shoulder at her.

"You nervous?"

"A little."

He leaned down and kissed her. "Don't be babe, it's me. Imma take care of you."

He slid the condom on his thick, long length and she still shivered at it. He got back into the bed with her. He went back down on her, licking her like he was cleaning a plate. He moved back up to her.

"I just want to make sure you're wet," he positioned himself above her. "Tell me you want me, Ginger."

"I want you, Spitfire."

He grinned at her. "You can call me David, my real name."

She felt his massive head poking around trying to enter her and she tensed up.

"Gin baby, let me in," he whispered in her ear. "Let me have you."

She relaxed, let her inhibitions go. Spitfire was always the man she wanted. She wanted to be here with him. She could not imagine this happening with any other man. She gasped when she felt him enter her.

"Ow, fuck, it hurts!"

"Shhh, come on, relax baby, you're doing great," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, kissing her and soothing her. "Put your arms around me. Yeah, baby, like that. Imma make it feel good."

He kept pressing inside her and the pressure was overwhelming. She tried to hold him back.

"Wait...Spit..."

"You want me to stop?" He planted little kisses around her face, not moving inside her. "Baby, I'll stop if that's what you want." He kept kissing her. "You know I love you, baby. You love me?"

"Yes, I love you, Spitfire. Don't stop."

Once he was deep inside her, he stopped and they just kissed, holding each other. Then he began to move in and out of her and it started to feel better. She moaned, clawing at his back. Spitfire was giving her no relief, just driving her crazy, making her feel things she never felt.

"It feels good baby, I like it. Mmm, you feel so good."

"Tell me this is my pussy," he went on, pounding into her.

"Yes! Yes, it's yours!"

"No one else can have this but me," he told her. "You're mine now."

"Mmm-hmmm."

When he finally pulled out of her, he checked the condom and took the towel to wipe her off.

"Come on, you need a soak in the tub, ease any pain you might have."

"I feel great."

"Well indulge me," he pulled her up and off the bed.

He ran a bath in the oversized jacuzzi tub and put some bath beads and bubble bath in. She climbed in and he climbed in, pulling her down between his legs.

"Was it worth the wait," he nibbled on her ear, while his fingers massaged between her legs.

"Yes!" She giggled. "You were amazing. It was magical. I'll always remember my first time."

"Girl, you gonna remember yo second, third, fourth...I ain't done with you tonight, not by a long shot."

"I love you, Spitfire."

A/N: What of this relationship? Wrong? Inappropriate? Age of consent, she's old enough, but...