Breaking His Cherry by Desiree Steel

she purred seductively.
        There was a silence filled with heavy breathing at the other end of the telephone for a minute before he responded plainly, “Yes.”
        “Good.  I’m glad I got you instead of Jeff.  I was hoping we could talk?”
        The silence was longer this time before Dan answered, “Look, I don’t think that would be a good idea.  We both used some poor judgment the other day.  I don’t want you to think that I don’t like you or that what we did didn’t mean anything, but…”
        “Shhh baby,” Stacey cut him off soothingly, understandingly, “That’s why I’m calling you.  I didn’t want you to panic and do anything stupid like admit what we did to you wife.”
        “God no!” Dan blurted out before he could stop himself.
        Stacey smiled, knowing she had him for sure now as she nodded encouragingly to Jenna who was sitting in a chair across from her watching her face anxiously.
        “I know that we really shouldn’t be having this conversation on the phone either.  That’s why I wanted to reassure you that I can be … hmmm … let’s say discreet?  So what I did was get a room at the Hyatt.  I thought if you wanted to come over we could talk this through face to face just to make sure there weren’t any misunderstandings.”
        “I don’t know,” he hedged as he tried to weasel his way out of it, “I really think we should just leave it the way it is.  I mean, I like you Stacey,” and here his tone dropped considerably as if he was afraid of being overheard, “But I really think it just best if we forget about what happened.”
        “Forget about it?” she raised her voice just a fraction to make sure he understood he couldn’t do that as she reminded him just exactly how much of a sin he’d committed, “How can I forget about it?  I mean, asides from your son, you’re the only man I’ve ever had.  I mean, I just can’t forget how it felt to have you pinning my wrists to the carpet while you made love to me in your house.  How could you even ask me to forget about that?”
        Dan closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply.  He doubted very much what she said about him being just the second man she’d ever had.  There was no way, not with the way he’d watched her so willingly take Jeff’s prick into her.  Not with the way she’d taken his!
        But the images she clearly brought to mind of him on top of her also instantly brought him semi-hard as he thought about it before he could stop himself.
        “Are you still there Dan?” she asked him coyly, “Are you thinking about sliding your cock into me? Are you getting hard thinking about my tight little pussy taking you all the way into me?”  She was talking in a little girl voice now as she teased him.  Across from her Jenna smiled and bit her hand to keep from laughing.
        Dan’s cock was at full attention now and he was breathing hard, finding it hard to think straight as she played with his mind.  He tried to separate what he wanted from what he knew to be right.
        “Look,” he said hoarsely, “I’ll come over there, but just to talk.  Nothing else, do you understand?”
        Stacey smiled and nodded affirmatively to Jenna, “Sure baby, I understand.  Just to talk.  I’m in room 146.  Come as soon as you can … I’ll be waiting.”
        As Dan hung up the phone he closed his eyes and tried to clear his head.  He had to get her to understand.  He had to make her know that they couldn’t do that again.  He was a married man for God’s sake, and she was just a teenager!
        As the images she’d planted in his mind receded and the blood left his cock, he became more and more sure that that’s exactly how it would go.  He’d be firm and reasonable.  He’d make her see it was a mistake and that they couldn’t do it again. 
        As he grabbed up his car keys and tried to think up an excuse to tell