LAST CHAPTER. DON'T FLIP YOUR SHIT. I MADE IT NICE AND LONG FOR YOU 😉

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"Wow, this place is more beautiful than the place we stayed in when we were in Paris," Francie said, looking around. "Hey, Maeve, how much is this place costing?"

"Hm? I don't know," she replied. "It's part of my graduation present."

Maeve's family was loaded, like old money, knew the Vanderbilts loaded. Their overnight bags had already been brought up, along with stacks of board games and video games. And, miraculously, a dozen bottles of wine were already chilling in the wine fridge, next to which stood a full-sized refrigerator, full of cut up fruit, ice cream, cheese, and paté.

Oh my god.

"Maeve, I think you need to leave Hollister and marry me," Tyler jested as he surveyed the counters, which were covered with bags of chips and popcorn. "Seriously, I'm way better looking than him, too, not to mention smarter. I've got way better prospects, I think, don't you?"

And Hollister, who frequently got compared to JFK junior, and was going to Yale in the fall, just laughed and tousled Tyler's hair. 

Chester looked around the main room and gave a low whistle. "Man, this makes our lives look pretty pathetic, huh?" he said to Francie.

Francie nodded, still awestruck. 

"So I figured you guys could take this room, since I'm pretty sure it has the bathroom with the handicap bars? Okay?" Maeve looked at Francie and Chester questioningly.

They nodded, and Francie took their bags in as Chester followed. It was a beautiful room, with a view of Central Park, which was just a dark rectangle in the night.

Francie, never able to resist, flopped backward on the bed, which whooshed in a very satisfying way. She laughed delightedly, inviting Chester to join her.

He laid his crutches aside, and lay down a little more carefully, scooting up until he was next to her.

"Bring the condoms?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.

"Condoms? Plural?" he repeated.

"Yeah, of course," she said matter of factly. "I'm expecting to have at least five or six gos."

"What?" Chester sat up abruptly, his voice coming out in a high pitched squeak. He stared at Francie and saw that her mouth was twitching.

"I'll settle for one good one," she relented, pulling him back down next to her and kissing him.

"God, you can be mean," Chester murmured between kisses.

"Hey you two, are you planning to join us, or are you just going to get down to business in there right away?" Ross called from the main room. "We're starting a game of Pictionary, and we need to know!"

"We'll be right out!" Chester called, laughing. "Come on, sexy girl, we can do this later."

The first game was couples, and Tyler and Veronica, who'd been friends since infancy, won handily. The next game was boys against girls, and became very fraught and competitive, with a lot of name calling and hot tempers.

"Oh my god, did you just call me a bitch?" Allegra asked Ross. "Did you? Do you want to sleep out here on this very nice couch tonight?"

"Are you serious?" Ross asked, stricken.

"You just try calling me bitch one more time and we'll see how serious I am," Allegra retorted, pointing at him with her marker. "Now, Francie, can you pour me some more of that excellent wine, please?"

Francie hustled to do Allegra's bidding.

The girls ended up winning, by virtue of the fact that Maeve and Veronica were very good at sketching, and they were just more in tune with each other. The boys against girls thing was way more exciting than couples, and it became established that the rest of the evening would remain that way.

"You know, this is just the perfect group for a gathering like this," Maeve reflected, passing around the cheese plate while they set up the Jenga game. "I mean, it's not like I care that this place cost a lot or anything, but it's nice that I don't have to explain about it or worry that any of you are going to get sloppy drunk and trash the place, you know?" She looked around at everyone. "So thank you for that."

Everyone smiled at her.

"You're welcome," Chester responded with a wink. "But we're still going to kick your ass at Jenga. Guys have better hand to eye coordination, it's just a fact."

"Oh ho, we'll just see about that." Maeve, a little tipsy, was very offended. It didn't help matters when Maeve ended up being the one who lost for the girls' team.

"Okay, that's it, poker next," she declared. "For high stakes, too."

"Like real money?" Tyler asked. "I don't have much with me." He sounded worried. And, even though everyone at Sycamore Prep was wealthy, relatively speaking, Tyler was probably one of the less privileged kids there.

"Like clothes," Maeve declared, looking around. 

There were hoots and whistles all around from everyone except Francie, who looked nervous, though no one noticed but Chester.

"Um, you guys? If you don't mind, I'd rather not," he said. "I feel a little awkward about my legs, and it's not easy for me to get in and out of my clothes, so I think I'll pass, if that's okay?"

"Me too, Francie said immediately, slipping an arm around Chester's waist. "We'll just watch a movie or something."

"No no," Hollister said. "Let's do something we all want to do, then." He looked at Maeve, who nodded. "How about video games?"

"You boys want to play video games," Allegra said. "Besides, there are only four controllers." She reached for an unopened bottle of wine. "So how about you guys play one of those racing or shoot-em-up games that you want to play, and we girls will take the wine and the cheese plate and go sit on the terrace and talk?"

"Sounds perfect," Maeve agreed. "Yeah?"

Everyone split up, and the girls went out into the evening to sit on the beautiful terrace and enjoy the views of the city and gossip.

First they talked about what everyone had worn to Prom, which dresses worked, which didn't, who'd stay together, who'd break up. They drank the bottle of wine in the warm night and laughed.

When there was a bit of silence, Allegra spoke up.

"Francie, can I ask you something?"

Veronica's hand stole over to Francie's in the darkness and gave it a squeeze.

"Sure."

"I heard, when all that stuff was going around at school, that not only did you not sleep with any of those guys, which I knew, but that you've never slept with anyone. Is that true? Are you a virgin?"

Francie licked her lips and took a swallow of wine, then nodded. "Yes."

"I am too," Veronica added. This time Francie squeezed Veronica's hand.

"But I plan not to be after tonight," Francie added, almost as an afterthought.

"Really?" Maeve squealed. "Tonight?"

"And you too, Veronica?" Allegra asked.

"Pfft, are you kidding? Tyler's like my brother," Veronica scoffed. 

"But you are, Francie? You're going to lose your virginity tonight?"

"Yes."

"That's so exciting! You're so lucky, Chester's such a nice guy," Maeve said, nodding. "But here, have some more wine, it will help."

"Help?" Francie asked, holding out her glass.

"Yeah, it's going to hurt a little," Maeve said, nodding sagely.

"But it might not," Allegra said, turning to her friend. "It doesn't have to, don't get her all expecting the worst, Maeve. My first time wasn't that bad, I even came."

"I've read that, too," Veronica said, not letting go of Francie's hand. "That it doesn't have to hurt, and that the girl can have an orgasm. Don't worry, Francie, I'm sure it'll be nice."

"Yeah, how could it not be? You'll be with Chester. You guys love each other, right?" Allegra asked.

Francie nodded.

"Then it's going to be great," Maeve said with certainty. "My first time was terrible."

"Oh no," Francie said. "Why?"

"I was at a mixer at Harvard, and I just hooked up with a hot guy who rowed crew," Maeve admitted. "I was flattered that he was into me, and we were walking to his room, but he couldn't even wait that long, and we just did it on the way back. I mean, he basically pushed me into a bush, did what he wanted, said it was nice, and left." Maeve shrugged. "I've had good experiences since, but I can never get that first time back, you know?" She patted Francie's leg. "You're doing it the right way, Francie."

"I really, really want to, that's all I know," Francie said with a smile.

"Well, that's all you need to know," Veronica said, returning the smile.

"Come on, let's go see how stupid drunk they've gotten," Maeve said.

They opened the door to shouting and the sound of explosions.

"Wozniak, you butthole! You blew me up!"

"Sorry, you were in my way!"

"Dude, pick it up, pick it up!"

"Don't yell at me, I didn't know!"

"Guys, we're going to bed," Allegra called.

"Goodnight," Ross answered without missing a beat.

Allegra narrowed her eyes and looked at the other girls. "Hold on," she said to them. She walked over to the sofa, leaned over the back and whispered something in Ross' ear. 

He listened to her, sat up, and set the controller down. "I'm out, guys, sorry." And he walked to the room he was sharing with Allegra, holding her hand.

Chester looked over at Francie, who smiled at him. He, too, set his controller down. "Me, too, I'm out. Night, everyone."

Hollister quickly followed, leaving Veronica and Tyler staring at each other.

"You want to go to bed?" Tyler asked doubtfully.

"Hell no," Veronica answered cheerfully. She gestured toward the game console. "How about I kick your ass at MarioKart? We've got all night, mister."

"Yeah!" Tyler answered enthusiastically. "Let's-a go!"

Francie and Chester took turns in the bathroom, and when Chester emerged to find Francie sitting up in the bed, she was wearing something he'd never seen before, definitely not the yellow PJs she'd been wearing earlier.

He swallowed. "Where'd you get that?"

She blinked. "I bought it at a store last week. If you don't like it, I can change back?"

Chester shook his head. "No. No, uh, you look outstanding, honest."

It was basically a sheer blue piece of netting, cut in the shape of a short nightgown. At least Chester assumed it was short; he couldn't see the bottom half as she was covered by the duvet from the waist down. He could see her breasts through it, but only barely. She was breathing rapidly, they were moving up and down, and just seeing this was making him hard.

He was over at the bed, though he had no memory of crossing the room. He set his crutches aside and sat down, swinging his legs up and lying down. "Do you mind if we leave the light on?" he asked, his voice husky.

Francie shook her head.

He leaned over and kissed her, and her lips were already hot and so soft. The fabric of her nightie whispered under his hands.

Chester made a sound as he lay across her, and hearing him made Francie throb between her legs, and she already felt a heaviness; she knew she was already wet.

He slid down and rolled over, pulling her on top of him, letting his hands go to her breasts, which felt slippery and soft through the blue fabric. 

Francie grasped his wrists and squeezed them, so he squeezed her breasts, which made her moan as she let her head roll back and closed her eyes.

Chester sat up, holding a breast from underneath so he could suck on it, right through the nightie, and the friction of the gauzy blue cloth made it feel almost unbearably good.

"Oh god, Chester," Francie whispered, holding his head to her. He rolled her nipple around in his mouth, making a sound as he did, pinching the other one with his other hand.

"You're gorgeous, Francie, god," Chester murmured. His grip on her breasts, both with his mouth and his hand, got stronger, until it was just short of painful, and Francie cried out against his head. She could feel him between her legs, warm and hard, and she squeezed her thighs together, pushing a moan out of him.

He let go of her long enough to pull his shirt off, and Francie loved how he looked in the lamplight. She leaned in and kissed his neck with an open mouth, hard enough to leave a mark, which made him squeeze her body hard as he lifted his hips into her.

Then he pulled her so they were lying down again, and he was on top of her. He lifted himself on his arms so he could look down at her. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he said simply. 

"Thank you." She smiled up at him.

"I'm really, really excited, so if I do something too strong, or something that hurts, tell me, and I'll stop right away, okay?"

Francie nodded.

"You too," Francie said impishly.

Chester bit his lips together for a moment as he looked at her, blinking. "Okay," he finally said seriously, though his mouth was twitching suspiciously.

He untied her nightie and parted it, exposing her luscious, curvy body, now clad only in a wispy, blue thong.

"Oh wow," he said, bending down to kiss her delectable tummy. He sponged kisses all along her hip, slipping her thong off as he went, exposing her soft, fragrant sex as he slid it off down her toned thighs.

So sexy.

"Now you," Francie breathed, slipping his pajama bottoms over his hips. Tonight he was wearing no underwear, so his length was exposed as she slid them down his thin legs, over his feet, and flicked them to the bottom of the bed.

"Francie?"

"Yeah?" 

"I don't know if I can push hard enough from this position." Chester sounded embarrassed. "I'd like to try, and maybe you can help, but if I can't do it, we're going to have to turn over, and you're going to have to get on top--"

"Okay."

"It's just that I never heard of a girl being on top for her first time," Chester explained apologetically.

Francie shrugged, making her breasts sway a little. "So? If I'm on top for my first time, then I am, okay?" She reached up and kissed him, long and hard, insinuating her tongue into his mouth, moaning, arching her body into his. "Now, condom?"

Chester leaned over to the table and reached into the drawer, pulling one out, and Francie took it from him, opening the package and rolling it on with quick proficiency. Chester closed his eyes at how good her hands felt on him.

Chester looked at her in surprise.

"I've been practicing," she explained with a shy smile. 

They lay back down together, and Francie opened her legs, giving Chester room to settle between them.

"God, just lying on top of your body feels so amazing," Chester told her, looking down at her upturned face. He brushed her lips with his, nodding. He could feel her opening right at the tip of him, warm and wet, soft and inviting, just like Francie herself, and the desire to just rut up into her, hard, was overwhelming.

"You ready?"

Francie nodded, putting her hands on his backside, and Chester lined himself up, pressing into what he hoped was the right place. Almost immediately, he felt resistance, and stopped.

"Don't stop," Francie whispered.

Chester pulled back and pressed forward again, and this time, when met resistance, he kept going, even when he felt Francie tense up, even when he felt her stop pressing on him.

"Keep going, Chester, ahh, keep going," Francie encouraged in his ear.

She lifted her hips to meet him when she could tell he couldn't push anymore.

"Oh my god, Francie, nothing has ever felt as good as this," Chester managed through gritted teeth.

"Really?"

"Yes, god yes!"

He lifted his head to kiss her hot mouth with the swollen lips. "Is it terrible? Does it hurt?"

Francie shook her head. "It did at the beginning, but now it just feels--tight."

Chester pulled back and pressed forward again, but couldn't go as far forward as he wanted.

"Francie, I think you're going to have to get on top, I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay."

Chester pulled out and rolled over, leaning back against the pillows, and Francie threw her leg over him, and just seeing her sex for that split second was so sexy Chester nearly lost it right then.

"You ready?" Francie asked, smiling as she recognized she was echoing his words from minutes earlier.

"Yeah," he responded with a smile.

He lifted his length so Francie could lower herself on it, and this, too was so sexy to Chester that he nearly came.

Francie and Chester kept eye contact as she slowly slid down on him, and Francie let out a slow breath as she pressed all the way to his body.

"Chester, I can touch myself this way," Francie breathed, putting her hand on her clitoris. "Wow, this feels marvelous!"

Chester's eyes widened as he watched the most beautiful woman in the world touch herself as she rode him.

"Jesus," he said. "My head's going to explode. In a good way, though." He put his hands on Francie's hips and moved her slowly, up and down, helping her find the rhythm he wanted, as she stimulated herself towards a climax.

"I'm so wet," she marveled.

"I know," he answered, eyes riveted to her. "Francie, I'm going to come in, like less than a minute, okay?"

She could only nod, too close herself to talk.

"Oh god, oh god," he muttered. "Francie, I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Me too, Chester," she replied, her. hand motions getting faster.

His grip on her hips got impossibly tight, and they would find bruises there later. He pressed up on her, lifting her off the bed, as he felt himself shooting off, rope after rope, into the condom.

Francie came simultaneously, arching her body, breasts pointed toward the ceiling, bracing herself on her other hand.

After what felt like long minutes, Chester slowly lowered them back, rolling Francie to the side, to take her in his arms.

"Jesus, I feel like I died," he said, still panting.

"Yeah, that was the best orgasm I've ever had," Francie agreed, blowing her hair off her forehead and grinning.

Chester leaned forward and kissed her. "Well, that was fun while it lasted. You can go now, whatever your name is."

"Very funny, Wozniak." She kissed him again. She scooted in to cuddle even closer. 

After a few minutes, she spoke. "How many people can say they lost their virginity in one of the suites at the Plaza?" she mused.

"We might be the only people in the world," Chester agreed.

After a little more silence: "Do you feel different?" Chester asked.

Francie considered. "No, not really. I mean, I'm a little sore, but that's not what you meant, was it? I think I feel normal because this was the logical next step in our relationship, you know? If this was too big a leap for us, we might be feeling odd, but we were supposed to do this, I think, so I feel fine."

Chester gave her a squeeze. "I feel that way, too. I'm really happy, but I feel like tomorrow we'll get together and work on homework, and next week we'll go to school, and then we'll spend the summer together and all that, and things will just be normal." He nuzzled her neck. "Except that we'll have sex as often as possible."

"Exactly."

More silence.

"So," Francie asked with a giggle, "how many of those condoms did you bring?"

The End