*WARNING: This chapter contains an intimate scene that may be a bit mature for some readers. Please skip past if you don't want to read the details*

Dom walked into the entrance of the squash courts complex, half expecting to find himself alone in there.

'I'm back here!' Em's high-pitched voice called out to him.

His heart quickened. Looks like she's up for it!

Dom was surprised. He thought he'd been too forceful and had convinced himself she'd back out. He hoped she wasn't lying about not being a virgin. Either way, she was kind of cute. She wasn't Pascal. But then again, no girl at Watford could hold a candle to his ex. He might as well have a bit of fun. He'd moped long enough.

Dom walked towards the change room at the back of the courts. Em met him halfway. The yellow walls seemed to close in on him, he'd never noticed the paint chips before.

'Hey?' he smiled at Em. 'Did anyone see you come down here?'

'Nah,' she responded, leaning invitingly in the doorway.

'You?'

'No, I think we're all good.'

Em dropped her eyes as if uncertain where this would go next.

'Come here,' Dom said, taking her hand and pulling her towards him. Em took a deep breath. When she was up close to him, he asked. 'You up for this?'

She nodded, awkward in the daylight. The sun cast shafts of light across them in little strips, cutting her into pieces. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. It felt strange. It was so long since he'd kissed anyone but Pascal.

For the first kiss between two people, it kind of worked. She seemed clenched at first, but then she relaxed into it, and the kiss became long and deep. Though it stirred something inside him, Dom didn't feel romantic; he wanted to get straight to it. He was smart enough about girls to know something more was expected of him. He held her close for a while, stroking her hair, nuzzling her neck.

Soon, she took him by the hand into the adjacent room. The harsh sunlight gave way to a softer daylight, still his eyes flickered rapidly, adjusting to the changed light conditions. He noticed her glance over at the bench. It was the obvious place for them to be intimate. There were soft cushions across it, almost like a bed. He'd been in this room before with Pascal, more often than he cared to think about right now.

Before Em could walk over to the bench, Dom stopped her. 'Stand over there...,' he pointed towards a small table in the corner.

She looked at him, confused.

'Go on,' he said firmly.

As she reluctantly moved towards the table, Dom sat down on the bench. She turned to face him.

'Unbutton your shirt.'

'Dom, what is this?' she asked.

'Trust me,' he said, not unkindly. 'Just do as I say.'

She started to unbutton her shirt uncertainly. Dom could see a glint of lace through the gaping fabric. His cock swelled.

'Good girl,' he encouraged.

To put her at ease, he unbuttoned his own shirt and whipped it off his shoulders in one swift stroke, without taking his eyes off her.

'Now take it off,' he said in a low voice.

Em leaned her bottom against the desk. Her hands slipped on the buttons as she attempted to open them.

Soon she was standing half-naked, her eyes gazing down at her naval. Her bra was bright white against her summer tan. Dom noticed first the light freckles on her chest and then her breasts, small and perky, with no cleavage whatsoever. He couldn't deny, though, she looked good stripped down. Her stomach was brown and toned, and a diamond belly ring sparkled enticingly, drawing his attention to the taught muscles on her midriff. He remembered vaguely a conversation they'd had when she'd said she was a dancer; of course, she'd have a good body. Finally, she lifted her head, and they locked eyes. A silent stare-off followed; then Dom broke the tension with a smile.

Em reached her arms up to remove her hairband. She shook her silky hair over her shoulders, and Dom thought how cute she looked with her perfect profile and little ski jump nose. He hadn't understood the allure of blondes before. They seemed too conspicuous. The words from his English class that morning flew back to him. All that glitters is not gold. So not true, he thought, laughing inwardly. He was happy to be there with Em.

'Don't be shy,' he said when she pulled her hair in front of her chest. 'You've got no reason to be.'

Though she did seem keen, at the same time, she came across a bit like a deer in the headlights. He sensed it wasn't a good idea to play on her insecurities; she looked green to him, nervous and unsure. If she had had sex before as she'd implied, she certainly wasn't very experienced.

Pushing his luck, he said: 'Turn around and put your hands on the table.'

A flash of anger swept across Em's face, making Dom grin. He moved towards her; conscious she might pull the brakes at any moment.

'Shhh...,' he whispered. 'This is going to be fun. Nothing to be afraid of.'

He kissed her and held her to calm her jitters.

She tilted her head back and laughed tentatively. He smiled at her.

That's it.

'Why so nervous?' he asked softly.

'I wasn't expecting this,' she responded. 'You-being all instructional and shit.'

He cupped her chin in his hand.

'What say we put our expectations aside for today-take a walk on the wild side?'

'I'm not afraid if that's what you think,' Em said. 'Just surprised is all.'

'Alright,' Dom said, his voice almost a whisper. 'Turn around then?'

This time she obeyed his request.

He guided her forward until her body bent over the desk, her weight on her elbows, her hands flat against the surface.

'Nice,' Dom said, standing back to admire her, as she glanced over her shoulder to look at him. He walked to the door and pushed it closed with his foot.

'Now keep your hands there-I'm liking what I'm seeing.' Em shifted her body awkwardly. In two quick steps, Dom was beside her again. He pressed himself against her backside, cupping both of her breasts in his hands. As he pulled her body against his, she gasped.

'You should know your power, girl,' he said under his breath. 'There isn't a thing I could refuse you, right now'.

He noticed her breathing quicken. She was so petite within the circle of his arms; he could hold both her hands on the desk at the same time. He pushed her legs apart with one foot and moved his hands along her bare back slowly, then to her waist, her hips. All the time he touched her, he whispered how she turned him on. She said nothing. He couldn't tell if she was excited or still nervous.

For a second or two, he held his hands on both of her hips, bunching up her school skirt in his fingers, till he could see her white lace panties. He flipped her skirt against her back, exposing a beautiful satin triangle that barely covered her bottom. Gently, painfully slowly, he rolled her undies off her. She lifted one leg after the other. Dom flung them onto the bench; then, stood motionless. Patiently he waited for any sign of Em backing out.

'What are you doing?' she asked, in a small voice, her naked bottom in the air.

'Checking in,' he said. 'Do you want to carry on?'

'I don't want to stop,' she said in a half-laugh, half-whisper. It was all the confirmation Dom needed. Sliding a hand over her buttock, he entered her soft center from behind with his index finger. Em squawked and moved her body away from his probing touch, but he soothed her back. She was dripping wet, her body incapable of telling a lie.

Deftly, he unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles. Em smiled back at him standing in his boxers, her face shone, and her eyes sparkled.

He needed nothing more than to know for sure she was turned on by the thought of having sex with him.

He pressed one hand on the small of her back and coaxed her to push up against his finger. Slowly her body responded, moving back and forth. Gently he inserted a second finger. This time there was no reluctance.

She let out a soft moan, and he knew it was time. Hastily, he dropped his boxers in one smooth move, releasing his desperate cock from its cotton jailer. He urgently ripped a condom packet open with his teeth and slid the silky sheath over him.

Guiding one of Em's hands towards him, Dom made certain that she could feel the rubber on him. She curled her fingers on touching him as if by instinct. He moved her hand away briskly; fearful he wouldn't be able to control himself if she felt him that way.

'I'm going to put him in?' he said, half-statement, half-question.

She groaned in response, 'hurry up!'

Instantly he entered her; he slid up inside her effortlessly. Immediately, she bucked against him.

'Easy baby', he said with a grin, 'take it easy.'

Dom didn't know if he could heed his own words, but he wanted to act casual. As he glided in and out of her, he tilted her head towards him with one hand. Briefly, they kissed.

'I'm sorry Em,' he said, chuckling, 'I'm not going to last long.'

'It's okay,' she moaned. Outside, there was silence. They both withheld labored breathing, trying not to make too much noise. Dom could feel her legs shake beneath him, an almost imperceptible shudder which, such was their intimacy, was undeniable. A couple more thrusts were all it took, and he released himself inside her.

Damn it felt good to blow his load inside a girl again.

He realized then; he'd put his hand over her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as much to hold her as to keep his legs from buckling.

As he gently withdrew from her, he snapped the slithering condom off him.

'Y'okay?'

Em smiled at him and turned, burying her head in his chest. He clutched at her hair, sweat-full and smelling of coconut. This was the start of something good, he just knew it.