They had planned to watch "Pitch Black," on HBO but then the power went out.

L: This is great. Did you pay your power bill.
A: Yes, I paid the electric bill.

L: The street lights are still on.
A: Shit. I bet the city messed something up underground when they were working on the street today.
L: Well, what do you want to do now?
A: You can go home if you want. I'll just read.

He goes around lighting candles.
L: I'd rather hang out here with you.

A: Okay.

He sits on the couch. She lies down on her back and puts her head in his lap. He starts to lay his arm across her then thinks better of it and stretches it out across the back of the couch.

L: Tell me a scary story.
A: Uh. Hmmm. Okay. You want true crime or monsters or psychotics?
L: Tell me a vampire story.

He tells her a story he claims was told to him as true. A woman he knows used to be immersed in the Goth scene but got tired of it one day. She went to the club in a regular red dress and told her friends she was getting a life, then sat at the bar and watched the scene through new eyes. A man struck up a conversation with her, made her the focus of his attention, made her feel special and fascinating. And she could tell he was really interested in her. She was a woman whose looks had never garnered her any extra attention, so this felt really good. They moved the conversation to his hotel, where they began to kiss.

Lauren starts being a smartass, asking when this story is going to get scary. Alex puts his hand over her mouth to get her to shut up. Sara says that she nearly came out of her skin when he did that.

In the story, the man starts to bite her throat. She struggles viciously because it hurts like hell, but the man's hand over her mouth won't budge. It's like fighting steel, and she can't scream. He drags his fingernails from her shoulder down across her chest, and she says it feels like five knife points. Alex demonstrates. Then the pain begins to feel like a warmth enveloping her. It starts to feel good, and she stops struggling. And she passes out.

She wakes up with a wicked scratch down her chest and bite marks on her throat the next day.

Lauren asks Alex if he thinks the story is true. He says no, he thinks the woman was trying to impress him. They were at a hotel bar when she told it to him. "Did you go up to her room?"
"I plead the 5th."
"You dog. Did you bite her?"
"I'll have to go with the 5th on that one, too."
"You did! You perv."
"Well, she dropped enough hints. It was kind of obvious that's what she was looking for."

Alex: "You tell me a scary story now."
L: "I don't know any."
A: "Hell, you're in high school. Your life must be a scary story right now."

A tense silence ensues. He's running his fingers through her hair.

L: "Have you been thinking about the other day?"
A: "What day?" [She gives him a look because he knows damn well what she's talking about.]
L: "I haven't been able to think about anything else. ... I really liked it.
A: "Well, now you can teach whatever boy you go out with how to kiss right."
L: "I don't want to go out with any of the guys I know. They don't interest me. And I think my mom is going to give me that, 'you should have more friends you own age' speech again soon. But people my age are boring."
A: "Have you given them a chance?"
L: "I don't have to. I listen to them all day at school. Blah blah blah clothes; blah blah blah cars; blah blah blah sex [she goes on and on]. If they had as much sex as they claim to, they'd all be pregnant. Including the boys."

They keep talking. She tells him a guy asked her out to the basketball game that night, but she turned him down because she had plans with Alex. But that this guy is better than the last one she went out with. Alex tells her she can always cancel their plans. She says she'd rather spend time with him.

They're facing each other on the couch at this point, and she leans in far and kisses him. He leans back a little, but not quite out of reach. She kisses him softly, and he kisses her back.

L: "I want you, Alex."
A: "Oh, god."

The kiss with more enthusiasm. Throughout this encounter, he keeps saying "fuck." As in, "Oh, fuck. I'm a dead man. I'm lost."

A: "I can't do this." [He pushes her away.]
L: "Don't you want me, too?"

He told her what he's really like. What he does with women. She said she couldn't be afraid of him. And it wouldn't be like that, he wouldn't need that, with her. She said she loved him. And he couldn't say no.

He said they would take it one small step at a time so that if she or he freaked out, they could stop.

L: I won't freak out.
A: I might.

And they started to make out. He went slow. So slow. Starting with kissing. They lay down next to each other on the couch and kissed. And then he started to caress her. Arms, face, breasts. Then he went under her shirt.

It was so wonderful. Feeling her body tense with what she was experiencing. She held her hands close to her body, only reaching out tentatively to close her arms around his back or touch his chest.

"You're so smooth," she said. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You're not all grab and squeeze. That's what it was like before." "How far have you gone with a boy, Lauren?" "Just this far. This is as far as I've gone. But not under my shirt."

Man, the power of showing someone what it feels like for the first time.

He unhooked her bra and pulled it off of her without taking off her shirt. Shoulder straps through the sleeves and off her arms and then off completely out the front of her shirt. And he felt her bare breasts for the first time. And after a while, he pulled her shirt, kissed her belly, working his way up, exposed one breast, and laid his mouth on it.

The noises she made were so sweet. He kept checking in. Are you okay? Do you like that? Is it too much? She urged him on.

He took her shirt off. She tugged his off. He spent a lot of time stroking her whole torso. Up and down her arms, across her chest, around her breasts, down and up her belly.

"You trust me implicitly, don't you?"
"Yes. I love you, Alex."

They took a short bathroom break, got some water, and when they started again, she was lying back across his lap again.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up."
"What?"
"It's butterflies. Really, really intense butterflies."
"You want me to stop? Not go any farther?"
"No."
"Because you don't have to be afraid that if you tell me to stop, that I'll stop altogether and that's it. We can just slow down for a while, and then keep going later."
"No. I'm okay. I want to keep going."

He asked her what she thinks about when she masturbates. She said it used to be James Marsters. And before that it was Giles. Now it was him, Alex. He would kiss and touch her. Fondle her breasts, and then he would say, "I want to make love with you." Then she would be outside herself, watching them under the sheets.

"And what do you do then?"
"I squeeze my legs together."
"Show me. I want to make love to you, Lauren."
"Oh, God. Oh, God." [He's squeezing and playing with her nipples.] "Say it again."
"I want to make love with you. I want to kiss you everywhere. Touch you. Hold you. Make love to you." She shuddered.

Then we quit the scene, went upstairs and fucked hard for our last 30 minutes. Oh, man it was a blast. Sara said she really did have those butterflies. Remember what that feels like? That first-kiss flutter?

I think that's why I like doing age play so much. It's a way to recreate that utter newness. To experience something you've done a thousand times as if it were the first time. Ungh.