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eyebrows in anticipation of his next words.  “I promise you…when you’re ready, I want to make you feel like a woman.  I want you to feel like you were born for it.”
    She blinked and then smiled.  But then she whispered, “I’ve heard it hurts.  Bad.”
    He pulled her close and whispered in her ear.  “I’m not talking about losing your virginity.”  He kissed the side of her ear and then pulled his head back, his hands still cupping her head.  “I’m just talking about when you let me touch you.”  She blushed and giggled.  “I want you to feel like I just did.  But that will wait until you’re ready.”
    Her cheeks remained a soft pink.  “Okay.”
    Brad had only had success once thus far, and it was thanks to his dad’s advice.  He didn’t see his father much nowadays, but the man was still the best father Brad could have asked for.  His father had told him that all women were different, but the tongue could level the playing field.  It took a lot of patience and what his dad called “indirect stimulation,” but it had worked, and Brad was amazed.  He could tell the girl’s orgasm was nothing like his had been—hers was long and sustained, whereas his was out of this world but bam! and then done.  He wanted to try again with Leah, because she was a girl he really cared about.  He’d told her no pressure, though, and he’d meant it.
    “Come on.  Let’s get out of here.”  He tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up.  He took Leah’s hand and walked toward the bathroom door.  When he opened it, he halfway expected someone to be there waiting to come inside.  But the coast was clear, and they walked down the hallway toward the stairs and descended them.
    The closer they got to the ground floor, the more bodies cluttered the stairs.  Some of the people were talking, while others were embraced and in various stages of making out.  Apparently, Brad wasn’t the only one to get lucky that night, but he was one of the first.  It was loud downstairs, music blaring from the speakers of the stereo in the living room, and Brad figured the only thing saving the kid hosting from having the cops show up was the fact that his parents’ house was in the boonies.  He had no idea where the kids’ parents were, but he wasn’t going to question it.
    One step before they got to the floor, Brad shouted at Leah, “If you see Ethan anywhere, let me know.”  When his friend had knocked on the bathroom door earlier, he’d sounded ready to snap.  Brad knew what that meant—it meant he had to get his friend out of there and pronto.  He was probably fighting with his girlfriend again.  Those two were volatile, like oil and water, and Brad would breathe a sigh of relief when Ethan grew tired of the stupid girl.  He had no idea what Ethan saw in her.  The girl was a slut and had hit on him once or twice— after she and Ethan had started dating.  Brad had turned her down, but it had eaten at him, and he’d considered telling his friend more than once.  Instead, he’d hinted around that maybe his friend’s girlfriend wasn’t so nice.  Ethan seemed to know but didn’t care.
    Brad and Leah walked through the noisy, crowded, smoky living room, slowly making their way through the crowd that halfway parted as they moved between bodies.  He held her hand tighter as the crowd pressed in.  He couldn’t see Ethan anywhere and decided to make his way toward the living room.  But then Leah squeezed his hand and he heard her voice.  He turned to look at her and she said, pointing with her other hand, “He’s over there.”
    Brad looked at her finger and followed the invisible line extending from it away toward the front door.  But Ethan wasn’t quite that far.  He was standing beside the closet door next to the door leading outside.  He was opening the door to the closet and he looked beyond pissed.  Brad took that as a signal.  He’d seen his friend like that enough to