Hunter had no idea where this was all heading. He was a teenage boy. He had heard the others talking about sex, when they got a hold of some alcohol, or someone's girlfriend had finally given in. None of it had ever interested him before. But now, with Fawn's perfect body laid out on the grass, the sun hitting her in splashes of light, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. And the idea terrified him. He nearly pulled away, when she moaned, still worried that he might harm her somehow, or go too far, but the feeling of her fingers in his hair kept him where he was.
Hunter's body curled over top of Fawn, his knee falling between her legs, catching in the long folds of her skirt. Slowly, he let his body press down against her own, gasping as he felt the exquisite pressure it created.