<strong>F/M</strong><br/><br/><br/>"One!"  She squalled though a throat made tight by the angle her head was yanked back at.  That finger making those tiny little circles, the firm warm pressure of his palm  were driving her out of her mind.  "One."  She said more softly, huskily.  "A couple, I, I fooled around with, used my hands, no - nothing more."<br/><br/>And that one had been a messy disaster, she hadn't repeated it, even climbed into a haystack with a boy since.<br/><br/>The pain of his grip on her hair, her body was responding to that, she dimly senses a connection  And when his fingers had gripped her throat... that had stirred something as well.