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"...so tough shit!" she exclaimed. I just smiled in response and held my ground. "I can't just let you give me money" Rory continued to argue.

"That's what friends are for. Money is meant to be used, not just for my selfish wants, but to help my friends when they need it." I finally responded.

"It's the principal of the thing. I can't just mooch off of you all of the time."

"Rory, you're not mooching. Don't give it another thought. Just let me do this for you and stop worrying about it. Honestly, if you..." I hesitated.

"If I what?"

"Never mind." I hurried to cover up my blunder, but she caught the nervousness and persisted.

"No Paris, what were you going to say?" Rory was insistent.

I blushed and looked at my beer. "Fine, I was going to say that if you were my girlfriend, you wouldn't have had to borrow the money in the first place. I'd take better care of things than that. You wouldn't need to go looking to other people to meet your needs. Geez... I hear all the time about what Dean isn't doing for you. My question is, what is he doing for you that I don't?" I stopped suddenly, looking at Rory's eyes, which had widened as my speech grew more passionate.

"Well, I guess you told me didn't you, Paris?" She was stunned.

"Rory, don't be offended. I didn't mean it like that. It's just my perception of things. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." I just stared at my plate. This wasn't going at all how I had planned. "What I said was based on a hypothetical situation. You're with Dean and you love him." My neck was beginning to feel hot.

Seriously she replied "I'm not so sure anymore. All of those things that I've complained about over and over aren't getting better. You're right that you do more for me than he does in so many areas, of course there is that one important area where I'm not getting my needs met by anyone, but....." She smirked at me now. "But you said yourself that this was all hypothetical, so I'm paying you back the money that I borrowed." She stated, returning to the original topic. "Now, if you were my girlfriend it would be different,but since you don't see me like that..." Suddenly Rory was grinning widely. I could tell that she was planning something, so I played along, suddenly curious to discover what her devious mind was thinking. I tasted the hope that it would have something to do with an idea that had been growing since the day we met.

"Well, since you gave up on me so quickly, I guess you'll just never know."

That sounds like a challenge. You know that I love a good challenge." She was warming up to her idea.

"It's not much of a challenge if I go willingly, now is it?"

"So if I asked you to go to a hotel with me right now, you would?" Her eyes held mine and I could tell that this was changing from a playful joke to a serious question.

I couldn't back down at this point, so I called her bluff and replied "Of course".

"Let's go then." She replied, her wicked grin returning, raising the stakes just a bit higher.

'Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?' I thought as I grabbed my purse, threw some money on the table for the drinks, and followed Rory to her car.

My hand trembled as I put the card in the lock. The green light came on and the door swung open easily. I turned to look at Rory and gave her my best "I'm not nervous at all" grin, but she could see right through me and gave me a knowing smile in return.

"How did I get into this?" I asked myself. One minute we were at a pub having a few drinks, then I opened my big mouth and made a remark that Rory ran with.

We walked into the room and the door slammed shut behind Rory. I turned to look at her and she reached for my hand. "We don't have to do this you know. It's alright." She smiled at me, and my stomach tightened.

"We don't HAVE to, but don't you want to?" I replied, hoping that she could see past my nervousness and realize that I wasn't hesitating from a lack of desire, but simply from a lack of knowledge. After all, she's done a hundred times, more really, with other girls, but she's my first. Why should I be nervous really, I've done this for myself before... How different can it be? Curiosity, anxiety, desire all wound themselves around in my brain while we just stood there in the middle of the room.

Finally, I took a deep breath, leaned forward and kissed her. When I drew back to look at her face, I saw my own desire reflected there, but also my nervousness. "What's wrong?" I asked Rory. "Did you change your mind?"

"No.... I just.... well, honestly Paris, I didn't ever... I just didn't know it would feel like that when you kissed me. I guess I'd never thought about it, I mean we're friends. You're not supposed to fantasize about your friends, right?"

I'd never seen her so flustered. I figured honesty would be the best idea at this point, so I took a deep breath and said "I've thought about it a million times before, but this is better than anything I imagined."

I took her hand and pulled her to me. She's always seemed so tough, but really underneath it all she's fragile, and I wanted to take care of her tonight. "Rory, listen to me... You just say the word and we stop, okay? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable at all. This is just a favor between friends, remember?" I smiled at her, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.

"Let me just say, then, that so far you're doing everything right." She said as she leaned in for another kiss.

Her lips were soft and when they parted, her tongue was like velvet. I was wet already, but wanted to take my time and savor this. We'd already agreed that this was a one time thing, just two friends spending some time together. I pulled her closer to the bed while I unbuttoned her blouse. Her nipples were hard and I licked each one, tasting her for the first time. She moaned and pulled me closer to her. "Paris... That feels... It feels..." She breathed.

I was even wetter now, knowing how much she was enjoying this. I pushed her blouse completely off and began kissing her shoulders, her neck.... Her skin was so soft, I couldn't get enough of it. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. I noticed her fingers unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it off, and removing my bra. Then, her hands... They were everywhere, touching me, burning my skin... I'd never felt anything like this. I turned her toward the bed and pushed her gently down so that I could remove her jeans. Thong underwear, just like I'd always imagined. She was so sexy, just laying there on that hotel bed looking at me, then reaching for my hand to pull me down beside her.

The sheets were cool. I didn't remember turning down the blankets, maybe Rory had. It didn't matter because suddenly there I was, naked beside her, aching for her. We lay spooned together, making it so easy for my hands to roam all over her body. Her breasts filled my hands. Then I was touching and caressing and just losing myself in the sensation of laying so close to her, skin to skin.

Neither of us spoke, the spell was drawing us in. My hand moved down her stomach until it came to rest, right above her clit. Slowly I moved it further down, touching her there for the first time and hearing her sharp intake of breath.

"Paris.... Please... keep going."

She was so wet, just aching for me, but I wanted to go slowly and take my time. I turned her onto her back and began kissing her, working my way down to where my hand was gently touching her. When I moved my hand from that spot, and replaced it with my tongue, she whimpered again and reached for me. I looked up at her, her eyes were so dark, her face flushed... I wanted to take my time with this, let her enjoy it.

I licked her gently, slowly building, placing my tongue at the entrance, and then further in. She moaned and grew wetter. I moved my tongue faster while she writhed on the bed.

"Paris, I can't stand it. I need you so much." she panted.

Knowing what she wanted, I placed my fingers on her again, slipping them inside her. She was so ready, so wet for me. I had three fingers in there, working them in and out, slowly then much faster. I could feel her climax building, she was moaning and reaching for me.

"Paris, I'm... It's... I'm coming..."

Her muscles squeezed around my fingers, she was so tight in there. I just held on until the last wave was gone and she relaxed.

She smiled at me and drew me closer to her. "I thought you'd never done this before." She teased.

"I've had a lot of practice at home" I smiled back at her.

She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder, tired but content. "We have the room for the night don't we? I'd like to return the favor." She stated as she began to kiss me again...

Afterwards, I lay awake for a long time simply enjoying the feel of her petite figure snuggled in against me. She felt so small and delicate lying next to me.

I pulled her in closer and kissed her lightly on the neck. I can't help but marvel at how soft her skin is, how strong her hands are, her lips, her hair... She's a miracle to me, lying in my arms after so many sleepless nights that I had spent wishing for this. I dreaded the dawn, knowing that she would wake up and return to her old life, to her boyfriend, and away from me. And I knew that I would love her more than Dean ever could, but that's not what really mattered here, because as long as Rory loved Dean I had only a gossamer thread of hope to hang onto. I could only pray that the night that we had just spent together influenced the decisions that Rory would be making in the coming week.

"Paris?" Rory mumbled thickly. "What time is it?"

I was sitting in a chair watching the sunrise, watching Rory sleep, and wishing that I could just hold these moments in my hands forever. "Don't worry Rory, it's only 5:30. Get some more sleep." I replied softly.

"Come back to bed. We only have a few more hours. Let's not waste them sleeping." Rory requested, more awake now.

How could I resist such a request. My head was telling me that I was going to end up hurt, but my heart was saying it was too late so just jump on in. I followed my heart. Pulling back the covers I slid under the cool sheets.

Rory immediately reached for my hand, tugging me closer. She took charge this time, running her hand along my hip, down the back of my thigh as she pulled me into a closer fit against her body. Her skin was warm, her breathing already shallow. My heart was pounding, desire pulsing through my body.

"Rory... Come live with me. We could move to Boston while I finish law school. We'd get our own place, you could decorate it however you wanted. We could travel, go to the theatre, to concerts. I promise you would never regret it, I'd make sure of that." I poured out my dreams to her and she stemmed the flow with a kiss that gave me the answer that I had been hoping for.

"When do we leave?" She asked with a smile.

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