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And there she sat debating undoubtedly what would be the hardest decision of her life.

Yep this was it, the part in every teen romance movie where the innocent girl loses herself to the hot jock. Except this wasn't a jock, and this wasn't senior year after prom.

This was Trey Songz, official playboy and certified sex machine.

And who was she?

The 17 year old girl who laid in bed contemplating whether or not to give herself to a 34 year old man.

Trey had a certain look in his eyes, one that told Lunar that she couldn't handle what was ahead, and to her dismay she was correct.

In the room was silent for the most part, aside from the breathing of the pair.

Then it was broken.

By four words.

Four words that put her between a rock and a very hard place.

Four words that she wished he had never asked.


"How old are you?"

In that moment, a devil and angel appeared on her shoulders. In her left ear one whispered to fabricate her age, and make her dreams come true.

On the contrary, the angel on her right said to tell him the truth and save them both the possible consequences of lying with someone out of their age range.

Ultimately, every part of Lunar wanted to listen to the morally correct part, but with the way his eyes pierced into her body as he hovered over her, made her dismiss all of her morals.

"21."

And that was all he needed.




Article by article, he removed his clothing never breaking his stare on Lunar's body.

He didn't have to say much, the look on his face told it all.

Lunar's heart beat quickened, as he removed the main and final piece of clothing.


Was he too big?

Definitely.


If Lunar wasn't scared before, seeing his member had done the trick and then some.

Pulling her body toward his, he hovered his lips over hers.

She wanted to kiss him so badly, but had heard he didn't do kissing.

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