The third point of view:

Anabelle was as nervous as shit knowing what she was about to do. But then, wasn't it the whole idea of coming to his place.

Julie hadn't placed a knife on her throat and forced her into coming, this was her decision. Moreover, she was tired of being a virgin, she wanted to experience what it felt like for someone to love her - even if that someone was Julie whom she just doubted his commitment hours ago.

But then if there was someone she would lose her V card to, it had to be Julie - at least she had feelings for him. So with a deep sigh, Anabelle tied the robe cincture and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Anabelle," He was already waiting for her.

And God knew how happy she was when she saw him being flustered with her appearance - it was satisfying to know he was attracted to her.

"Annabelle.." Julie's voice was so husky when he spoke, "I think you might have misunderstood my intention in bringing you....."

Without warning, Anabelle undressed in one swift move and let the robe fall to the ground. Her chest heaved with the awareness of what she was about to get herself into.

Anabelle was as bare as the day as she was born, not to talk of the fact that she might die from suffocation - she was holding her breath. Plus the fact Julie's intense gaze was making her uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" The girl was glad she could still find the voice to speak. And with renewed confidence, walked over to him, and thankfully, he didn't move away - she was barely holding off the mortification.

"I want you to have sex with me, Julie. Isn't that why you called me over?"

"I'm sorry, Anabelle -"

Her expression changed, "You don't want to have sex with me?"

"No... Yes... No... I mean, I really want to have sex with you but I can't," He tried his best to explain

"Why? Because I'm not as beautiful as Sara," She accused him.

"Seriously!" Julie hissed then reached and grabbed her waist forceful, such that she bumped into his chest and stumbled back, "Have confidence sometimes, woman,"

He continued, "I wanted you to come over to bond with you and as well prove to you that I'm not just after your body!"

"All the better," Anabelle said, "We can now -"

"I keep to my words, Anabelle, and until I convince and gain back your trust, I am not having sex with you," He told her straightforwardly.

"Gosh, I'm so stupid," Anabelle hid her face with her palms, this was the most embarrassing day of her life. What had she done? What was that adage again? Ah, right, moving faster than her shadow. Yes, she had done it finally. She just thought.... well, look where the thought landed her.

"No, no, you're not stupid," Julie pulled her hands away, "You're a kind beautiful soul Anabelle and I'm the one who doesn't deserve you,"

However, discovering she was still discouraged, Julie compromised by saying, "Although there are other ways I can pleasure you if you want that so much,"

Anabelle was stunned, she stood unmoving as Julie whispered into her ears, "But I can't assure you that I'd be gentle,"

No, she didn't need him to be gentle, she wasn't a fragile damsel in distress. This was the end of people thinking that she was some sort of barbie girl, she was strong - in her own way, probably.

"Do what you must do then," Anabelle whispered back, barely containing the gasp that came out of her mouth when Julie caressed down her spine; she shivered.

Then Julie's lips were on hers, not as gentle as the passionate kiss they shared under the rain, but the kiss was hard and hot like he was right now. Anabelle could feel her heart pumping as he deepened the kiss with his other hand cupping her ass. Their tongues tangled, and she moaned, her blood thrumming through her veins with excitement. And without warning, Julie scooped her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, both of them still kissing as he walked over to the bed.

Julie lowered her down, her back hitting the soft bed as he set himself between her legs. He continued to kiss her while moving his hips against her sex. God, he was dry humping her. Julie swallowed her sweet moans, her hands yanking his hair while the other pulled him flush to her. Her whimpers and the pressure she added to tugging on his scalp told him she had met her first orgasm.

Julie pulled up for air, loving the sensual movements of her chest as she gasped for air. Anabelle's breasts were not full but he loved it like that because it fits right into his mouth and that was exactly what he did.

Anabelle's head lulled back from bliss as he took the whole of her breast into his mouth, continuously flicking it back and forth with his tongue. She cried out for more. Then he bit her nipples hard, however, before she could cry out in pain, he inserted a hand into her wetness and rubbed her. Thus, it was a sweet pain.

Anabelle hardly recognized herself with the lewd sounds she was making; she never thought she was capable of such feelings. However, before she could hit another climax, Julie pulled her to the edge of the bed and began to eat like a man starved of food for weeks.

Anabelle screamed, not just cried out, as the waves of pleasure built and crashed inside of her. She couldn't take it or so she thought because Julie kept taking her to higher heights. She arched her hips into his face and he kept tasting her, pushing her back down to the bed whenever her back arched.

Then it happened. Her body went into spasms of pleasure that rippled through her and stole her breath away. Anabelle laid on the bed exhausted until Julie lifted her and tucked her in properly.

"That was beautiful," Anabelle breathed, a contented smile on her face. So this was what it tasted. Like heaven.

Julie simply snuggled up to her and kissed her on the forehead and lent her his body heat.

"Do we still have to eat? I don't feel hungry," Anabelle felt full after this mind blowing gratification.

"Are you still cold?" Was the question he asked her.

"Nope," She was hot. More than hot.

"Then you don't need it." He lifted her chin, holding her gaze, "Moreover, there's a better way of keeping off the cold,"

He pounced on her.

Tonight, it was he and the love of his life. Tomorrow, it was going to be between him and his grandfather. But until then, he'd make better use of tonight.