Room 318, Saturday After The Dance

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Peter had barely gotten the door open before Rebecca decided it was time to pin him to the wall with one hand and kiss him hard. She used one foot to kick the door shut, then brought that knee up to the wall as well. For balance. Not to stick out her ass. Really.

There was a pink rose in her immediate line of vision and not much else in the way of decorating, but guess what so was not on her mind right now? She was way more preoccupied with the making-out part, thanks.

[[continued from here, and for him whose room it is! (not you, jim.) NSFW, yo.]]

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Peter was at least starting to figure out the making-out part, though he wasn't exactly what one called debonair about it.

He broke away for a few seconds to mutter, "...should probably call Jim--"

Because he was really not looking forward to dealing with the guy walking in on him.

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Oh, right, some people cared about their roommates. Though consideration for others was really kind of a turn-off, Peter, god.

"Now?" Rebecca demanded, looking like she felt this was entirely the wrong time and place for such things.

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He just didn't want Jim to walk in on him! That's about as far as that went.

Peter squinted down at his phone. "Eh," he said, "We'll leave him a post-it on the door."

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"Okay!" Rebecca exclaimed, with an undercurrent of 'So hurry up and do it, Peter, god.'

Meanwhile, her dress? So getting unzipped.

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Fgfkgjklfjlk.

Peter snagged a post-it off the desk, scribbling down, Busy tonight, stay out on it and plastering it on the door.

Jesus christ, what the fuck was he doi--

Oh, okay. The dress was off.

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So it was! Peter was very observant.

"Okay," Rebecca said, a little less flustered now that the room didn't feel about a thousand degrees. She took a few purposeful steps toward Peter, purring, "Where were we?"

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"You took your dress off," Peter pointed out, intelligibly.

And then, because well, she'd taken her dress off, he didn't see how she could possibly protest him touching her breast, if she was going to put him through this and all.

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"Finally," Rebecca gasped. So no, not a protest at all. She wasn't even going to make fun of him for the less-than-intelligent observation!

Mostly she was just going to let him touch her breast and get to work undoing his tie, if that was quite all right with Peter.

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That was fine with Peter, who was getting his first feel of girl breast (though not the first look, which happened during a scarring moment involving Val and a bad training bra) and was coming to terms with this.

There was also girl hip, which his other hand descended towards, though he was not yet in any frame of mind to cope with what girl-hip implied.

Also oh right, he was wearing things.

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Yes, and the wearing-things thing was really pretty inconsiderate of him, to tell the truth. It inhibited the sexing quite a lot. God, Peter.

Rebecca tossed his tie to the ground and then got to work on his shirt buttons, sliding her hands up over his bare chest once his shirt was open.

What? He'd gotten to get started with groping first. THIS WAS HARDLY FAIR.

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What? Had she expected consideration? From him?

Okay, Peter thought he had the whole kissing thing somewhat down by now, and so he leaned in to kiss her again, letting his hand roam to the other breast in the mean time.

That... was a little awkward, but he'd deal with the awkward in a second.

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Rebecca was mostly just pleased that he was actually doing things now, so the awkwardness of the groping and the kissing didn't bother her that much. Instead, she thought she'd expand his horizons a bit, so without breaking the kiss (for she was Rebecca Freaking Logan, and thus very skilled), she reached one hand around to her back to unhook her bra and let it fall to the ground.

There. Have fun with that, Peter.

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Peter peered down.

His somewhat-collected "Hi," must have been the most suave thing he'd said since she'd kissed him.

He'd figure this out. Eventually.

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He could take his time. She wouldn't say so, but Rebecca thought it was a little bit adorable. Just a little.

"Hey," she said, grinning a little despite herself. "Having fun?"

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Peter squinted at her. "I could be worse," he said. Secretly he was kind of proud of managing that much without giving in to nerves.

Then? There was touching. And maybe a little rub of a thumb to see what nipples did.

Call it science.

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What they did was get a little -- okay, not really all that little -- noise out of Rebecca, and harden a little under his thumb.

"Good," Rebecca breathed, because it was seemed like a good idea to encourage the virgin when he did good work. Yes.

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Sadly, Peter's knee-jerk response to 'Good' was 'Hey, I determine what's good!'

Though he didn't say that out loud right now. Busy.

He got a little bolder and cupped both with his hands and, fine, breasts really weren't such a hardship to touch. At all.

So to speak.

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No, no, they weren't. Actually, Rebecca -- who was currently looping an arm around Peter's neck and taking a few steps backward in the direction of the bed -- might go so far as to say that they were pretty freaking awesome.

Not that she was arrogant about them or anything. Nooo.

"Here," she said, aiming to improve this experience just a bit, and settled her hands over his with just a little bit of... force. Because cupping was nice and all, but surely Peter could do better than that.

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Peter instinctively wanted to speak up and complain that he knew exactly what he was doing, thank you. Except he... really didn't have any clue what he was doing, so he was obediently applying some force.

Though now he kind of wanted his hands back. His pants were being annoying. "Got it," he said, attempting to pull one away.

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"Quick study," Rebecca breathed, only a little bit condescendingly, before letting him work at those pants as she braced both hands on the mattress behind her and flopped down on it.

If that wasn't a 'do me' position, she didn't know what was.

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Peter had never seen a girl in a do-me position before, so he was going to take a moment - pants half-off, half-stuck-over-his-shoes to stare at her.

Then he remembered about the shoes.

And so his eyes kind of went elsewhere.

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Rebecca let out a breath of a laugh at that. Oh, Peter. You and your virginness were so tremendously entertaining.

Then she shimmied around on the bed -- partly to get into an actually doable position instead of her legs dangling half-over the side, but also partly to see if it would get his attention.

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And triumph over his shoes!

Which landed... somewhere on Jim's end of the room. Sorry, Jim.

Then Peter stripped out of his pants with an alarming level of expertise before he sat back down on the bed. "Lead on."

This was going to be the only time he ever took instruction.

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Oh, Rebecca liked having that opportunity. Liked it a lot, actually.

But first she was just going to slide one hand around the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. Because it had been a whole two minutes or so without touching and that needed to be remedied immediately.

And then she was going to lead on. But one thing at a time.

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Really, Rebecca? They'd covered that already!

... Okay, he'd take limited instruction. Still, kissing, and while her stomach wasn't nearly as interesting as her breasts, he supposed touching that was something new, at least.