WARNING: This chapter, if you couldn't already tell, is not intended for you twelve-year-old gals out there. It is quite smutty, but I know you'll read it anyway. Everyone else, enjoy.

George's Point of View

I was lying on my side, with my head propped up using my fist. I was wearing a white button-down and jeans with my best belt.

"Princess?" DJ asked. "Since when did you decide to call me that?"

I shook my head and smiled, standing up. I walked up to her and took her hands.  "I'm going to get serious for a minute."

"Okay."

I gave both of her hands a good squeeze. "I know what you've been doing."

She smiled. "So you figured out my little scheme?"

I nodded. "I wanted to have a little talk before anything happens."

Her smile disappeared, and she nodded.

"What we might do in a minute or two isn't something to force. Because once you lose your virginity, you can't get that back."

"George, I know all of this. I don't need to hear it again." She interrupted me.

I put a finger to her lips. "DJ, it doesn't matter. I want you to hear it again. From me this time. Please."

She stayed quiet.

"I want you to think this through. So if you change your mind, I won't be upset." I knew that part was a bit of a lie. "I'll wait as long as you need. Because I know before you were just teasing me, or, maybe. I'm not really sure about that. Although, your plan sure did do a number on me. You drive me crazy."

I paused while I watched as she laughed. Her eyes sparkled.

"But I would hate to do this and then have you regret it. I don't wanna force you to do something and then have you wake up the next morning horrified. I can't lose you, DJ, not now and not ever. I really like you. It would kill me to see you upset." I moved my hands to her face. "So I'll ask again. Are you sure I can be the one who takes your virginity?"

She was quiet. All she did for a while was stare into my soul. I got a sad gut feeling she would change her mind, and I had done all of this for nothing.

Then she slowly took off her jacket with no effort and let it fall to the floor. "Yes."

With no hesitation, I pulled her in close and kissed her.

DJ's chest was on mine, and I could almost feel her heart racing. 

And I hoped with excitement.

DJ's Point of View

Though my pulse was racing, it didn't stop me from letting my hands explore every curve on George's body.

Body.

He's never seen me fully bare before. The only time he ever saw me without a shirt on was when I was drunk. But even then, I still had a bra on. I'd just hope he wouldn't be judgy...

My heart was pounding like a drum now. I felt his lips brush my chin down to my neck. The slight scruff of his facial hair tickled, so I let out a giggle.

"Everyone has a sweet spot," he breathed, making me shiver. Before continuing, he softly kissed a few spots on my neck. "They can be anywhere. Your ear, neck, collar bone..." he paused and unexpectedly sucked a spot. "Your shoulder."

It didn't affect me, which I think surprised him. "Maybe I don't have one."

He laughed. "Sweetheart, like I said. Everyone has one."

He kissed me again, and for once, I let his tongue explore my mouth. "Jump."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and did as I was told. He carried me over to the bed, placing me in the middle. I was sitting up, his hands gripping my waist. Then, he reached inside of my shirt, right around to where my bra hooked on. "Can I?" He asked.

I nodded, feeling the pressure being taken off of my chest. He seemed to do it with no effort, so I guess he's had some experience.

He tossed it to the ground and gently pushed me down by pressing his hand to my stomach. My head softly hit the pillows. I watched him tower over me, making my insides churn. I'll admit, I used to fantasize about this moment right here. Once or twice.

Okay, definitely more than twice. My point is past me would never believe it if she was told that this would happen one day.

After some time went by of our heated kissing session, he grabbed both ends of my shirt, looking at me for permission. I bit my lip but nodded after a short few seconds were spent thinking in my head.

He didn't keep his eyes off of mine. Throwing my shirt to the side, I didn't give him a chance to move on before I unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. He quickly undid the rest himself and took it off, revealing his toned chest. I traced my fingers along it.

Eventually, he did begin leaving a trail of kisses down my chest and finally got to my stomach. I looked away, not even able to watch.

He stopped. "Fucking hell..."

"What?" I asked, worried. Had I somehow done something wrong?

He looked back up at me. "You are perfect."

I bit my lip hard as he continued leaving kisses.

"Oh." It felt like something had forced a moan out of me when he reached a certain point.

His laugh was gravelly. "Looks like I found it."

"Found what?" I asked.

"Your sweet spot, of course." He didn't give me a chance to ask any further questions because his lips dove back into the spot that felt weirdly better than the rest. "My god, George... why does it feel like that?"

"Weird stuff, innit?" He moved down to my pants, which probably frightened me the most. He looked up once again. "Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes for a second to keep my breathing steady. "It's now or never."

He first took off my jeans and then my underwear. instead of continuing down there, he came back to continue a makeout. I was so confused. Was this my torture? Making me wait for this?

No, I've waited long enough, and I know George has too.

I first tugged on his belt and then moved farther down to the bulge sticking out, making him groan. It was music to my ears, so I stroked it a couple of times. He gave up and let out a moan that made my stomach flip around.

I watched him take off his belt and pants while laughing at his tight face. He must have remembered what I had been doing to him for the past few weeks.

He used his thumb first to rub my clit. I hadn't realized my hips were so flexible until now. He took his chance and dove his nose right into me. His velvet tongue did some magic, making me unable to keep quiet any longer. My jaw dropped, and after some time, he came back up to continue using his fingers.

His eyes filled with lust, watching as I started to reach my high. "George, oh my God, I'm so c-close..."

Just before I hit cloud nine, he slowed his thumb and sat up to watch my expression change to anger. His laugh was low and despicable.

"What the hell?" I said.

"Just giving you a little insight on how I've basically felt for weeks." He winked, then shifted his position.

He then reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a box that I hadn't seen before. He opened it and pulled out a condom. It took no effort to slide it on.

I gulped, already nervous as hell.

He leaned back over, looking sincerely into my eyes. "I'll go slow. You tell me when to go. I do warn you, it's likely going to hurt."

"So I've heard." I felt as every inch of him slid inside me. My mouth opened as I let out a choppy gasp. Jeena was right. It does hurt. But I guess I have to wait for it to get better, right?

I opened my eyes after having them closed for a few seconds. I could see he was impatient to continue. I looked at him. "Keep going."

He didn't wait another second.  I was almost afraid to see why it hurt so much. Of course I was curious to see what it looked like, but that might've been a little hard since It was already occupied.

Soon enough, I could tell what Jeena meant. "George?"

"Hmm?" He groaned. It made me grin to know that he was probably more impatient than ever.

"Faster."

He stopped to look at me. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He bit his lip, quite happy that I gave him the green light. His breathing picked up, while I couldn't keep back the loud moans that were urging to be released. I was clutching the bedsheets now. The pain was starting to numb away, while a newer and even better feeling was arising.

"Oh, DJ... shit!" I could tell he was just about at his peak while I was at mine.

It was this incredible feeling. It still hurt but felt so great. How does something that hurts also feel so good?

Our moans echoed off of the walls, and I was sure the neighbors could hear us. But in that moment, I didn't care. I was having sex with George Michael, and that's all that mattered.

Finishing, he flopped on the bed next to me. We listened to each other's breathing for a long time. I wasn't really too sure what to say. Should either of us say anything at all? I wasn't told what to do after.2

"Wow," I said, staring at the ceiling fan.

"Yeah." he let out a big huff and laughed. "Wow."

I looked at the time, which showed it was now half-past nine. The candles were still lit, so George got up quick to blow them all out, and then came back into bed. Although I wanted to be wrapped in his arms again, I was sure the both of us were sweating. I watched the ceiling fan spin in circles. It was cold outside, but it sure felt like above 90 in here.

"So." He breathed. "Are you alright?"

I laughed. "Are you kidding? That was incredible. I mean, I've never felt anything like that in my life. You know, I've been told that your first time really isn't that special. Maybe it's awkward. But this was really amazing."

"Really?" He turned over to look at me, even though it was dark now. "Well, call me any time. I'll really give it to you next time. That is if you want."

"Obviously," My smile faded. "But you're going back on tour tomorrow."

He kissed my cheek, now wrapping me in his arms. "I'll be back before you know it. You get all the sex you want. Plus, you'll be out of school in a few months."

I cringed, even though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, about that..."

I could tell his expression changed after I said that. "What?"

"I'll probably want to go to college after."

The silence that was left was uncomfortable. I honestly regretted letting him down like that.

He cleared his throat. "Where?"

"I'm not sure where yet. Just not here. In Pennsylvania. Not to say it sucks here because It doesn't. I just think that the idea of going to school somewhere else might be an interesting idea."

"Why don't I come live with you?" He got excited. It was really cute. "Wherever you go, I'll go. Gosh, that sounded corny."

I laughed a little too loudly. "No. It was perfect."

He cupped my face and kissed me. "I'm serious. You don't have to live in a small dorm. We can find another apartment, and live there while you go to school."

"George." I sat up a bit. "I've known you for almost five months. You're already talking about moving in together?"

He chuckled. "You've known me for almost five months, and you just had sex with me."

"Well, that's a little different." I giggled.

He lied back down on his side, facing me instead of being propped up. I started playing with his fluffy hair. It was so soft and just perfect. "George, I've been wanting to ask you this since the day I laid eyes on you."

"Hmm?" He blinked, I knew he was tired.

"What's your secret?"

He frowned. "What?"

"Your hair. What the hell do you do to it? What shampoo do you use?"

His laugh was light and sweet. His big hand stroked my cheek. It was warm, unlike the room that was now getting cold. "I guess that will always stay a secret."

I groaned, folding my arms. "You suck."

My cheek was like ice now. So when he placed his entire hand on it, I shivered. "Do you want me to turn off the fan?"

"Please."

He got up lazily and turned off the fan while I turned on the white noise machine I had.

"DJ?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I felt his one arm wrap around me again.

"I..."

He didn't continue his sentence. It was quiet for a while. "George?"

"Never mind. Goodnight." The white noise machine all of a sudden seemed louder.

He what?

I guess that's another thing I'll never know.

Original Publish Date: September 25th, 2021