Mark stood and gazed happily at the sight of the sated Shelly. He slowly removed his shoes, socks, jeans, and undershorts. He knew there was no hurry - it would take awhile for her to recover. His cock, of course, was insistent, but he told it that it would just have to wait. It throbbed, objecting to his instructions, but he was its master. Finally, she looked up at him, and her smile told him it was time. Again, he joined her on the bed. He gave a quick kiss to her pussy, thanking it for allowing him to use it to give her so much pleasure. He nibbled his way up her body, paying special attention again to her perfect breasts. As he kissed her lips, her hand grasped his cock, trying to draw it to her. But he used his own hand to stop her. Against her own judgment, he felt she wasn't yet ready. He continued to kiss her until he felt her relax. Her slack hand fell off his cock. Now he moved forward. He teased her pussy lips with his cockhead, and heard her gasp. Slowly, he began to enter her. First just the head, then he stopped. Another inch, then stop. Again and again until he was fully inside, his pubic hair mashed against her, his prick reached as deeply into her as possible. He paused, savoring the feeling of her vagina gripping him. Then he slowly began to pump. He waited for her to match his rhythm, then picked up the pace. Soon they were moving as one, and pleasure washed over both of them. Then he stopped. He turned her over, letting her chest rest on the bed, and raising her rear on her knees. Now he entered her from behind and fucked her doggie style. The change in position thrilled them both. However, he couldn't bear not seeing her face when he came, so he turned her back over. He draped her legs over his shoulders and drove into her again, achieving maximum penetration. He rested his weight on her legs and reached forward to caress her breasts. He drove faster and faster, and thrilled when she smiled up at him. He smiled back, and finally drove himself to the point of release. Slamming his cock in to the hilt, he pumped shot after shot of his semen deep into her womb, coating her cervix with the evidence of his love. He dropped her legs from his shoulders, and still buried inside of her, he lowered his body onto hers, and kissed her gently, while using his elbows to help support his weight.

He sighed with delight. "I know", she said. "It was my first time, too." He looked at her with puzzlement. "You're thinking of the woods, and yes, I'd had sex before that. Three times with Dan Conner, once with Joey Clark, and four or five times with Brad Roberts - not that memorable, so I lost count!" It hurt him somehow to hear her speak of her other lovers, although he had known that they must have existed. "I said, I'd had SEX before, but like you, this is the first time I ever made love." Mark couldn't believe it. He had come here with the sole purpose of somehow repaying something of what she had given him, and now her words told him he had succeeded! He smiled at her and kissed her again. She pushed him off her, and led him to the bathroom, where he joined her in a shower. His cock once again pleaded for more "action", but they both knew that this evening had given them all it could, so they toweled off, dressed, and he went home.

Epilogue:

Mark saw little of Shelly over the next three years, but shortly after his 19th (and her 22nd) birthday, in his freshman (and her senior) year of college, they began to date. At first their parents objected. His thought she was too old for him, while hers thought he wasn't rich enough. But when they explained that they had a special connection ever since the crash, their parents relented, and as they saw the two young people together over the next few months, and witnessed the depth of their love, the feelings changed to approval. When on announcing their engagement Mark said that what he loved most about Shelly was her capability, and Shelly said what she loved most about Mark was his kindness, both their families knew that this was a match founded on solid ground.