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her lowered panties, between her closed thighs. “I thought you said it was aftercare, and it was the most important part.”
    “It is… it was—it’s just, well I think it’s a kind of aftercare that we probably shouldn’t do for a while.”
    “Oh, Mark.” She clung to him fiercely for a moment, gathering her courage, and then she said it. “I want you to be the one.”
    “Sally—”
    “Not tonight. But… in a month, or so?”
    He drew back and held her at arms’ length, so that they could look into one another’s eyes. “Seriously?” he asked.
    Sally nodded. “Thank you for stopping. I don’t think I… well, if you hadn’t stopped, I’m not sure I would have stopped you.”
    “I want your first time to be special,” Mark said.
    Sally pressed her lips together, wondering if she could ask the question she wanted to ask.
    “What?” Mark said.
    “Will it be your first time too?”
    Mark took a deep breath. “Yes,” he admitted.
    Sally felt her face light up like a Christmas tree, and she hugged him again. “Oh, that makes me so happy!” It seemed like Mark held her a little stiffly, though. “What’s wrong?”
    “Well,” he said, “the guy is supposed to be experienced, isn’t he?”
    “You are experienced,” Sally said. “I mean…” She found that her blush had started up again. “Well, I mean, you spanked me.”
    Mark laughed. “I guess I did. Was it so bad? Can you forgive me?”
    Her blush felt even hotter. “Yes,” she whispered. “More than yes. I mean, I didn’t like it! Don’t get me wrong! But, I mean, I told you—I want you to be the one.”
    “Because I spanked you?” Mark said. There was wonder in his voice.
    Sally couldn’t even say the word “Yes.” She just nodded, against his shoulder.
     
    * * *
     
    Sally walked back to Castle House hand in hand with Mark, neither of them saying anything. Her bottom tingled under her skirt and her duffel coat, but it didn’t really hurt, exactly. Or maybe it did hurt, but she liked it? Her mind veered away from trying to figure it out, and concentrated on the feeling of Mark’s big hand holding her little one.
    In front of Castle House, Mark kissed her, much harder than he had kissed her earlier, in front of Jackson House. But the kiss was only the slightest bit less chaste: he opened her mouth with his lips, but just as Sally was sure she would feel what it was like to French kiss, he broke it off, and said, “We’re going really, really fast, but… well, let’s not say it, yet? But do you feel it?”
    Sally felt an enormous grin break out on her face. “Mm-hmm,” she said. “Can we say it next time?”
    Mark laughed. “Deal,” he said, kissed her quickly once more, and walked away, back toward Jackson House. Sally stood there, hoping he would turn back to see if she were watching him. Then he did, still walking away, and she blew a kiss. He turned all the way around, walked backward for a few steps, and blew a kiss back to her.
    Then, not wanting to spoil the moment, she turned and ran up the steps, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. Rachel, one of her two roommates, was waiting in the lobby, practically jumping up and down with excitement.
    “Sally, you’re so lucky! He’s so cute!”
    “Oh my God, Rachel. That date… well, it…” Suddenly Sally felt as shy as she had ever felt in her life. She had been about to tell Rachel about the spanking, and now she realized that maybe she shouldn’t. It had seemed so perfect until she had come through the door of Castle House, and now suddenly it seemed like no one would understand.
    “What?” Rachel asked. Rachel Lowenstein was probably the person who had the strongest claim to be Sally’s best friend at Mendon. She was a little taller than Sally and a little curvier; she had black hair and brown eyes, and she was known as just about the nicest person in the freshman class. Sally knew that if she did tell anyone about the spanking, it should be