Nine

Jacob stirred the embers with his stick, shooting for an air of idle nonchalance, but the huge, goofy smiles spreading across his face probably ruined the effect. The stick smoldered red-hot at the tip-----not unlike the current state of his cock. Just in case there was a God, he sent up a prayer begging for self- control to not screw this up.

Annie folded her legs up against her chest and hugged them."So?" She asked belligerently. "What are you going to do now,  Mark me?"

He studied the rigid set of her spine, the tremor in her hands. She was scared to death.  The realization sent a rush of tenderness through him. "Nothing sudden," he said gently. "Nothing scary. "Nothing rough."

She twisted her hands together. Would you, um, like a marshmallow?" Her voice was shaking. 

Food was the last thing on his mind, but he smiled gently into her wide, anxious eyes. "Sure."

Annie leaped up and rummaged through a cardboard box on the picnic table, h