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The night was long during winter, and the occasional snow made the atmosphere all the more ideal for a comfortable sleep.

But for Evangeline, sleep eluded her since she proposed sex with Eric at Christmas. With the date nearing, she found herself staring at the ceiling with red veins creeping in her wide eyes. The reunion was even push back in her head, nowhere to be thought.

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And since she was sleeping next to Eric every night ever since that event in the horror house, she knew about Eric\'s little escapade at midnight. Though she didn\'t know what exactly he was doing, lock up inside the study.

But him away at night was the only comfort for her. Her head was nothing but wild impure thoughts, and Eric next to her wasn\'t helping in her predicament.

She hadn\'t been idle. The past days, she was researching on her own. Like, what was the best smell to attract guys. What was the best color to wear during the first night? Or was it necessary to dress a lingerie or plain robe underneath an underwear and things like that?

But there was one topic that caught her attention. She stumbled upon it accidentally –– a topic about first-time intercourse.

There was this about a couple who couldn\'t get it in because the girl was a virgin, and it hurt so much, leaving the man annoyed, and they broke up. And another topic about a married couple who couldn\'t penetrate her wife because it was so small and his was big, and they canceled their honeymoon and end up divorce. There were also other numerous scenarios.

But the things were, all the girls were all virgins with tight holes, and the guys were all giant in size.

This was bugging her to no end. Would Eric break up with me because I\'m a virgin? Or will he break up with me because he can\'t get it in?

And because of this reason, she was secretly formulating plans to check Eric\'s penis to see if he would fit or not. She wanted to check –– no, she wanted to affirm that nothing goes wrong the first time they have sex.

And because of this, she was waiting for Eric to fall asleep, which she had no luck apparently since the man locked himself in the study. And by the time he was back to bed, she was already dead asleep.

But now, her luck hadn\'t entirely dried out. For some reason, Eric didn\'t go to the study. He was sleeping beside her with a peaceful, contented face.

This is my chance!

Holding her breath behind her pursed lips, she got up in a sitting position beside the man who was sleeping so soundly on his back. A very small, tiny part of her said she should get hold of herself. And the rest pretty much screamed to go for it.

She slowly released deep breathes to calm her nerves before she reached her trembling hand towards Eric\'s face to check if he was really asleep.

"Eric . . . ," she called.

. . .

. . .

Silence returned her call, and she gently removed the blanket from his body, exposing his black v neck long sleeve short and pajamas.

She heard the blood rushing in her ears when she swept his body with her greedy eyes. Her tongue moistened her lips while she swallowed in rapid succession to wet her parched throat at the sight of him defenseless.

Sucking in quick breathes, her trembling fingers clumsily, yet carefully raised the hem of his shirt to the bottom of his chest. Her gaze bounced from his face to what she was doing to check if she woke him. Luckily, he was still asleep.

But the hard part came sooner than expected when her eyes took in his lean pecs and sexy v line of his hips and . . . *gulp . . . the stimulating dark curls adorning his pelvis.

He didn\'t like men and their hairs like she watched in magazines and videos. She was gross-out about it. But not Eric.

She wet her lips, feeling the need to bite those dark curls. Couldn\'t resist the temptation, her little fingers traveled from his pecs, slowly tracing the line of his hips and finally resting on his hairs.

Her fingers quivered when she felt the texture. It was hard but soft, and she couldn\'t get enough of it!

He may be lean, but he was riped. Must be from all the work he was doing. He is the perfect picture of adolescence!

Wait! What am I doing?

She was not there to play with his pubic hair! She was there to check his size.

Gulping a series of an unending pool of saliva, her eyes traveled to his crotch, and for a time, she just stared at it with a blank face.

If not for the feeling of dripping wetness at the side of her lips, she wouldn\'t wake up from her trance.

Get your grip together! It just his cock! You\'ve seen one in the net and comics!

Taking in a long intake of breaths, she calmed herself and started her exploration. She checked his face first to see whether he was awake.

". . ."

Still asleep.

With trembling fingers, she couldn\'t control no matter how hard she tried, she gripped the hem of his pajamas and slowly, slowly, slowly pulled it down.

From time to time, she would check his face to be sure until she managed to bring his pajamas down enough to expose his boxers and bulge. And by that time, a bead of sweat coated her face, and her breathing turned laborious. The cold of winter wasn\'t enough to extinguish the blazing inferno wreaking havoc inside her.

This is it, Evangeline. The moment of truth.

This will decide their fate. Decide the outcome of their relationship.

Gulping another pool of saliva, she breathed through her mouth when she could no longer breathe normally. Her trembling fingers were gradually reaching for his bulge.

"What are you doing?"

Gasping, she retracted her hand and recoiled, almost tumbling out of bed.

"E-E-E-Eric . . . I-it\'s not . . . I-I don\'t. . . t-this is not what it looks like." She didn\'t know what to say, her brain was fried from embarrassment.

Her eyes bounced from place to place before she peeked at him through her eyelashes. He was looking at her with a teasing smile, and it dawned on her.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

The smile on Eric\'s face widened. "Long enough for me to feel you raising my shirt."

". . ." Evangeline closed her eyes in utter shame. At this moment, she didn\'t know where to place what was left of her face, so she just lowered her head.

". . ."

". . ."

The silence was awkward and suffocating for Evangeline until Eric broke it with a low and deep voice.

"Do you want to touch it?"

Snapping her head, Evangeline gaped at Eric with bulging eyes and slack mouth while the man\'s face remained serious.

Not waiting for her reply, Eric casually gripped her limp hand and pulled it towards his crotch.

Evangeline audibly sucked in a mouthful of air, goosebumps sliding along her spine like electricity shooting through her veins when she felt his placid somewhat hard erect piece of flesh.

Her hand lost all strength, and she was too stunned even to think when his placid cock turned bigger and bigger and harder beneath her fingers.

Her breath was trapped in her lungs when she forgot to breathe. Feeling lightheaded, her head swayed from side to side as his cock pulsated in her hand.

Shock, she gawked at Eric, who was panting. His serious face no more as it was covered with sweat. His eyes were half-closed while steamy air puffed from his parted moist lips.

Is he in pain?

"A-are you alright?" she asked. Momentarily forgetting about her hand on his cock.

Eric stared at Evangeline, pupils dilated, voice rough and thick as he said, "N-no . . . not really."

Evangeline wanted to say more but stopped when she felt him growing again. Her eyes stretched to the maximum that she was afraid they would fell out from her sockets.

Eric knew what Evangeline wanted to see. It was no brainer that she wanted to see his cock. Maybe like him, she was also worried about something. And that something could only mean his size.

With a bit of difficulty, he asked, "How is it? Can you take it?"

He was so aroused with Evangeline\'s little fingers pressing against him. And unknowingly, he rubbed her hand against his erection to ease the pain, but he stopped when it only worsened his condition. If this continued, he was afraid they wouldn\'t make it till Christmas.

He released her hand and pulled up his pants, but it still didn\'t cover the noticeable bulge on his crotch.

"You alright?" he asked when Evangeline was looking at him with eyes wide and face pale.

Did it shock her that much? Did I scare her? Does that mean Christmas is canceled?

Before Eric could lean in and check up on her, Evangeline threw herself in Eric\'s arms, which caught the man off guard, and they fell back in bed with her on top, face pressing against this chest.

"What should we do?! What should we do?! You\'re too big! Too big! We won\'t fit! And then you\'ll be annoyed, and we\'ll break up!"

Surprised at Evangeline\'s sudden hysteria, Eric couldn\'t respond for a full minute while she continued to speak with tears now.

"Eve, calm down. Calm down for a second." Eric tried to pacify her. Gripping her shoulders, he shifted their position.

"B-but . . . we will break up. How do you expect me to calm down?"

Watching her teary face and perky red nose, far from her usual icy cold looks, shuddering with a meek expression –– did damage to Eric\'s heart.  When he saw the ice queen looking all fearful, his heart almost stopped.

He gently wiped away her tears and cooed her with the gentlest tone he could muster, "We won\'t break up. I won\'t break up with you no matter what. Not until you don\'t want me anymore."

Still a bit distressed, Evangeline gazed over at Eric. "But . . . according to the testimonials, if we don\'t fit, we won\'t have a happy couple life and eventually will break up. Eric, I think you\'re too big for me. I think it won\'t––"

Before Evangeline could finish her words, Eric\'s fingers pressed against her lips, halting her from saying more.

"We won\'t break up. And it will fit. I promise."

Evangeline didn\'t buy it. She felt his size, and she was sure that enormous meaty flesh wouldn\'t fit against her tiny hole.

Sensing her skepticism, Eric continued, "We will fit. You and I are made for each other. Your body was made for me, and I am to you. We\'re just going to get you wet, and everything will be alright."

Raising her brow, Evangeline asked beneath Eric\'s fingers, "Wet?"

Eric\'s eyes bounced left and right while an awkward expression replaced his calm face. "We\'ll get to that when we do it."

He then shifted his head to the side and removed his fingers from her lips, a soft hue of red appeared on his cheeks.

Something glinted in his eyes, and he stared at her with all seriousness. "Eve . . ."

Still a bit daze, Evangeline answered absentmindedly, "Yes?"

"I have to ask this . . ." Now that he was going to breach the topic, the seriousness of his face wavered, and the solemnness of his tone gradually lessened. He rubbed the back of his head and asked.

"Uh . . . d-do . . . do you prefer we use a condom or not?"

". . ."

". . ."

"Eh?" Evangeline responded with a slack jaw. For a time, she couldn\'t respond. Rather in the first place, why ask her about that? She had no idea at all! She didn\'t know what was the difference if he wore one or not. She\'s a virgin for fuck sake!

But of course, she had a reputation to uphold.

Tilting her chin high, she raised her brow and answered, voice missing the confidence she portrayed, "I-I\'ll. . . I\'ll leave it to you."

". . ." Eric pursed his lips and avoided his eyes. The faint hue of red appeared on his face once more, redder than the last. "Then . . . are you okay with injections?"

Injections? She didn\'t know what he was talking about. The only research she did was how to look good and seduce him. Good thing she didn\'t have to ask since he followed up.

"I researched about it and . . . it\'s better we take the injections once a month rather than the pills that had to be taken daily."

"Oh." She still didn\'t know what he was talking about. "Alright, we\'ll take that injection whatever."

Eric paused for a moment, studying Evangeline\'s face. That awkward curved of her lips and the frown on her brows down to the desperate attempt of her face to cover her ignorance.

And he followed up, a bit awkward. "It\'s so you . . . won\'t get pregnant . . ."

". . ."

". . ."

Evangeline\'s lips formed a small \'oh\' while her face didn\'t know what expression to portray. Her head instinctively lowered when her cheeks heated.

"Of course . . . if you\'d rather take the pills . . ."

"No," she protested. "We\'ll take . . . whatever you suggested."

". . . Mmm . . ."

Watching her, Eric\'s eyes turned much softer, and a smile naturally appeared on his face.

"Go to sleep. it\'s getting late." He kissed her forehead and got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Evangeline asked.

"Toilet."

Eric replied, not looking at her and zoomed towards the bathroom.

Evangeline heard the urgency in his tone and the hurry in his strides.

I guess he needs to pee.

Shrugging her shoulders, Evangeline arranged herself on the bed and covered her body with the thick comforter, waiting for Eric to come out and join her on the bed.

But as the clock continued to turn, Eric still hadn\'t come out from the bathroom, and Evangeline\'s eyelids grew heavy. The long sleepless night took a toll on her, and she could no longer keep her drowsiness at bay.

And not before long, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep, dreaming of her hand rubbing a big, long, meaty stick.