Helping You Fit In

by An Intricate Disguise

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Anon, Second Person, Romance, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex
Length: 9399

Twilight Sparkle helps you feel welcome at Canterlot High by inviting you on a friendly date. Turns out both being new kids gives you a lot in common, and things quickly escalate!

You've been a student at Canterlot High for almost a week, now. You enrolled on Monday, and since then have found that like every high school, CHS is very centred around cliques and friendship groups. You're either in one, or you're a loner.

Luckily, there's another girl, Twilight, that's recently been in the same boat as you. You poke each other in math class, share notes in physics, and for the last couple of days, have been texting after school. You've taken a bit of a liking to her, and she's pretty cute to boot, if a little timid. She has other friends around the school that she's planning to introduce you to—apparently, they're kind of a big deal—but she wants to spend some one-on-one time with you outside of school first.

You're excited to get to know Twilight and spend some alone time with her. It's just a friendly date, though. Nothing to get too excited about. Still, you're definitely open to the possibility of more.

Which is a good thing, because Twilight seems to have been withholding some interest of her own...

Published 2018-12-10 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-10 00:40:01 UTC

Twi-tight

The clock on the classroom wall was ticking at the speed of a zimmer frame equipped snail. You were sure that time began to move slower right when you were coming up to the end of a school day—the closer you were to crossing the proverbial finishing line, the longer it took. Students took notes, chatted quietly amongst themselves, checked their phones... you were in the latter category. You hadn't really gotten to know anyone in lit over the last few days, and it was easier to watch meme compilations on your phone and browse Insta than it was to actually attempt to engage in conversation.

Every student in class was operating under pack mentality, after all. If someone encroached on their space, they took it as a threat to the fragile social ecosystem they'd cultivated, or some such bullshit. Basically, people used their cliques as a means of emotional security, and weren't quick to let new friends into their circles.

That impacted you pretty heavily, considering you were so new here. So it was that you spent your time browsing the net rather than trying to connect with a group of four to six people all at once.

You were just getting through a particularly hilarious video of a man shouting 'I'VE GOT THE JUICE' whilst pouring a carton out of his car when a text flashed up in the top corner of your screen, interrupting your barely restrained laughter. It was from the other, considerably less new girl, Twilight Sparkle, and read: I hope going over fin de siecle symbolism isn't boring you too much! I'm free after school, so you know. If you...

You had to slide up to see the rest of the text, which unfortunately meant leaving the juice man behind. That was alright, though. Twilight was all you could wish for in a first friend at CHS, and was more than worth breaking away from quality content for. The rest of the text read: ...feel like it, we could hang out together tonight? It's up to you what you wanna do, I'm not too fussy. Heh, at least I don't think I am... Anyways, let me know! Xxx

Huh. You hadn't expected that whatsoever. It was enough to force a blink and a reread, going through the words and overanalysing as any teenage boy worth his salt would when a cute girl offered to hang out. Well, not just offered, but approached. You hadn't expected Twilight to want to spend more time with you so soon, even though she'd briefly alluded to the idea once, earlier this week. Saying and doing were two different things, though, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of accomplishment upon your second reread of the text. There was a goofy smile on your face as you counted the digital kisses, which might have said more than the entire text combined.

That said, text kiss culture was an intricate and extremely difficult to understand thing. Knowing how many kisses to send, and interpreting how many you received? Modern leading experts in communication and linguistics could write books on the subject, you were sure. Three kisses... what did that mean from this girl, in this context?

More importantly, how many did you reply with? Hell, you hadn't even thought about how to reply to the text in regards to words yet, but you knew that how many kisses you signed it off with could be the difference between looking cold, cool, friendly, flirty, or desperate. She sends three... you send one? No, too little. No matter what you say, it sounds like you're not interested in her company if you sign it off like that.

Maybe two. The silly grin you sported had twisted into a pout that only came about with heavy concentration. She'd opened up the conversation by talking about the class you were in right now. That meant she'd at least paid attention when you were bitching about your timetable and how much Victorian literature bored you. That was a sign of interest from the start, or was it simply good memory?

Didn't matter. She also wanted to see you, but she'd left the message with a measure of modality, all by using the phrase 'if you want?'. No matter what, it looked like the decision came from you, which was clever. It also reminded you that even now, when Twilight was being a little forward, she was still rather sheepish.

But that didn't matter, did it? It wasn't like you had to be too nervous around her, surely. So why were you having such difficulty parsing this text and coming up with a reply? It wasn't freaking rocket science.

You glanced back up at the clock, it had moved by three minutes? What happened to the glacial crawl of time from before? Apparently, it sped up with your heart rate. There was still the issue of interpretation. Was this a friendly thing, or was it a date-y thing? It was hard to tell without asking, and prodding for the real meaning could leave you open to some pretty awkward rejection, so you avoided searching for clarification.

This meant the onus was on you to do two things: A) decide whether you actually wanted to go on a date with Twilight, whether friendly or romantic (of course you did), and B) think of a place to take her that didn't seem too friendly, but didn't seem too romantic, just in case you'd read her wrong.

You didn't know this town well. What the heck was a middle ground? It was too late for daytime activities, so crazy golf or go carting was out the window, and that just left... what? Bars and restaurants?

Alright, you had an out. It'd hopefully work fine, as it'd put the pressure on Twilight to decide where you both went. Now to play it cool, send the message, and try to relax before you began sweating. You typed out the text, deleting the entire thing a couple of times in an effort to get your wording exactly right, even if you'd deny making any effort if ever asked. Once finished, it read like: Yeah, I've got some spare time. Sounds like fun! I don't really know the area tho, so do you think you could find somewhere for us to go and text me the address? Cheers xx

It was strange having to make that much effort in order to send something that looked laid back and carefree by design. Playing the social game of chess could be freaking difficult at times.

When you were waiting for a reply, the world slowed to a crawl again. You found yourself semi-obsessively checking your phone, opening and closing the messaging app as if it would make a response appear faster. You bet Twilight didn't do this, and would freak out if she knew you did, but it kept you excited. If anything, you were just happy you didn't have read receipts switched on in your message app.

When you saw the 'typing' bubble appear on Twilight's side of the screen, you grew a little excited. And by a little, I mean you were biting your lip without realising, had a pair of fingers twirling in your short-ish hair, and your foot was incessantly tapping against the floor like you were trying to power the world with a kick drum. The light shining through the class window reminded you of the time more than the tick, tick, tick in the background, and part of you hoped that whatever Twilight said, she'd be up for meeting you later on. You were a little dressed down at the moment, and wanted to look the part when you saw her for your maybe not completely platonic date.

When you finally received the next text back, your finger automatically pressed the open button within half a second of it popping up on the screen. It was almost preemptive. Okay! I know a nice little place near my apartment, it's 26 Hayseed Road. Meet there at 7? Xxxx

Four. She sent four. Could it have been a typo? No... Twilight didn't strike you as the kind of girl that ever made mistakes whilst writing. Which meant there was just a little chance she was trying to say something through the cryptic medium of phone kisses.

Or that you were reading way too into it and making a big deal out of basically nothing. All you knew was that on your return text, you sent four back.

Class had ended soon after your small exchange with Twilight, and the next three hours had been spent obsessively attempting to look as perfectly put together as you could whilst still maintaining the illusion that you hadn't made any real effort to dress for the occasion. It was only when you'd tried on three different outfits that you decided it might be an idea to simply Google the place you were meant to be going to, as it might give you a hint regarding appropriate dress code.

You tapped in the address you'd been sent, and found that it was a small, intimate looking smoothie bar near the centre of town. Well, if that wasn't the epitome of mixed messages, you didn't know what was. A restaurant you could plan for, a bar too. Fuck it, even a diner. But a smoothie bar? What the fuck was the appropriate outfit for that?

It didn't help that when you clicked on their website, you found out that they also happened to serve food and alcohol, and tables could be reserved but it wasn't a requirement. What the hell kind of place was this? Did you and her have a reservation? Were you just going there to have a smoothie, or were you eating too? Would you be drinking? Eighteen was legal drinking age here, so both of you were old enough to if you wanted, but was that the plan? You were half tempted to text Twilight and ask for more information, as you honestly had no idea how to progress.

In the last moments of indecision, you settled on a plan. You put on a smart casual outfit—a mid range dressy shirt and pair of dark jeans—then placed a large puffer jacket over the top of the shirt so you could go full casual if necessary. It was all about adaptability, looking as if you'd magically hit the tone no matter what. You made sure you had enough cash on you to foot a full bill if it came to it, half a paycheck of this week's kitchen work in your wallet.

The touche finale was the rucksack on your bag, a plain black thing that you had a blazer and pair of smart shoes tucked away in, just in case. You already had your plan in mind, the best way to scope what kind of date this was. You'd make sure to let her get there first, then spy through the window at what she'd came in. If she was wearing jeans and a tee, you were fine, and could simply stroll in as is. If she was wearing an evening dress, you'd slip around the corner and change shoes and jacket. It was foolproof.

Honestly, all of this just to make sure this went down without a hitch. You really might have been a bit more interested in her than you wanted to admit to yourself.

Once you'd put a little product in your hair and sprayed some cologne, put on your digital watch and tied up your sneakers, you felt about ready to head out the door. You sent a short text to say you were on your way, four kisses the norm, then almost doubled in pace when you received five back. The struggle to understand this girl was real.

You really weren't paying much attention to your surroundings as you walked down the street, then down another, heading towards the centre of Canterlot. Scenery sped in and out of your peripherals, but all that was on your mind was Twilight. She was cute, she was fun to be around, and the more you anticipated this moment, the more you realised that you might have been a little disappointed if this didn't turn out being what you were hoping it was.

Which wouldn't be fair on Twilight if that was the case, but you hoped it wouldn't come to that. In fact, you were almost sure it wouldn't.

It wasn't long until you arrived outside, and what you saw confused your man senses immensely. Short skirted blue dress, check. That meant formal, formal and sexy. But she was also wearing loud, bright purple tights, which surely meant informal. She had her makeup done, lipstick, eyeliner, and shadow, which meant formal, but her hair was all frizzy, which meant casual?

You didn't think you could be any more confused if you tried, but there was no question that Twilight rocked it. You never saw her with her hair down, let alone imagined her with curls, but the way her locks bounced when she so much as tilted her head was captivating, as was the small pull of her lips as she ran a finger over them, glancing at a menu in front of her.

She still had her straight cut fringe, though. Some things never changed on that nerd, it seemed. You decided to say fuck it and just head inside, couldn't hurt to brave it in your current attire. She was wearing smart casual too, right? That or your perception of dress sense was seriously fucked.

The moment Twilight saw you, her eyes seemed to light up, which was only accentuated by her delicate makeup, which made them seem all the brighter. "You came!" she started, then fumbled on her words, casting a sheepish grin. "I-I mean, you're here!" Grin was followed up with a blush combo, leading to her running a pair of fingers through her curls and beginning to twist one strand in circles. "Sorry, I'm bad at this... You want to take a seat?" She stopped herself again, shaking her head. "Christ, now I'm asking stupid questions. Of course you want to sit down... I mean, don't you?"

"You're right," you answered, sitting down next to her and allowing relief to begin to wash over her face. "You are bad at this," you continued, dashing whatever hopes she had at retaining her confidence. You finished your little diss by poking your tongue out, showing her you didn't mean anything by it, and managed to get a giggle in return. "So... any reason you seem more nervous than I've seen you all week?"

"Well, technically, you've only known me a week, and you haven't really seen me in any real capacity which necessitates anxiety. Moreover, we haven't been in a social environment or date like setting, and—" Twilight's voice was growing incredibly high pitched and squeaky as she spoke, and she paused to quickly fan a hand over her face. "Sorry. The point is, I can get a little carried away over things like this."

Jesus, she wasn't kidding. Though behind your exterior, you could feel that familiar tingly buzz travelling over your body reminding you that you felt the exact same way, like you could drift away on a breeze at a moment's notice or freeze under a cute pair of eyes and never move again. "Things like this?" you managed to repeat, desperate for clarification? What was this?

"I-I mean, this is a..." Twilight waved her hand around in the air in a pretty decisively nondescript manner before pulling it away. "I haven't really gotten a chance to get to know you better, so uhh, this is... that! Y-yeah, this is that." Twilight nodded to herself, as if she was trying to confirm the logic of her words in her own mind. "Yeah, that didn't make sense. This is definitely a thing though, no doubt about that." She finished off with a nervous titter, seeming to suddenly find it difficult to look you in the eye.

Not that you were having much of an easier time. She was just... adorable. An explosion of colour against the bar's urban backdrop, her body language only accentuating her natural beauty, whether it was the little flutter of her ample chest when she laughed to herself, or the little flick of her hair when she tucked it behind her ear. It led to you fidgeting, drumming your fingers against the table, and you grabbed hold of the menu if only to break eye contact for a second and feign concentration on something else.

Honestly, you weren't even taking in the stylised words on the laminated page. You were too busy processing the ones you'd just heard.

"So... it's a thing, huh?" you grinned despite yourself, still not entirely sure what that word meant but willing to make a pretty good guess. "Maybe I wanted it to be a thing, hahah." You felt nervous. Of course you did. How couldn't you? She did too though, unless she was faking the shifting of her eyes behind her spectacles, the bite of her lip. "So, is there anything you like out of here, or?" Stupid question. Why would she have picked here specifically if she didn't like what they served?

Twilight took control of the conversation there, and you were secretly extremely thankful. It was when she took a finger and pointed directly at a certain drink on your menu that you realised she wore acrylics with little golden stars painted on each purple nail. She was so fashionably unfashionable. "My favourite's the Flaming Atlantis. Blue curacao, lime, white rum, tabasco sauce, satsumas, coconut milk, and ice!" She paused to consider for a second, then added: "Stirred, of course."

The whole time she spoke, you felt your eyebrows raising increasingly high. "H-how do you remember all of those ingredients?"

"I'm a budding chemist, you know," Twilight said with a smug little smirk on her face, looking as if she'd found a little confidence. "I make cocktails in my spare time, when I'm not trying to, y'know, decipher the secrets of the universe or develop cures to deadly illnesses. You should try an Atlantis with me, it's pretty mild as far as spice goes, the coconut milk offsets the scovilles from the tobasco."

You hesitated at that. As much as you wanted to look like a macho man in front of your (you were now pretty sure) date, you knew you didn't handle spice very well. What if you made an idiot of yourself? The last thing you needed was to take two sips and have to run to the bathroom or beg a waiter for the Greek yogurt of rejuvenation. "Alright, sure. Hit me." Of course you went for it. What were you going to do, the intelligent thing? You called out to a waiter, getting his attention and waving him over. "We'll have two Flaming Alaskas, please."

"Oh? Still sharing your signature shake around, Miss Sparkle?" The waiter seemed to give a knowing smile, like there was some inside joke here you weren't privy to.

Twilight coughed to herself, simply giving a nod. Seemed something had got her embarrassed, but you had no idea what.

"In that case, they'll be right up!" The waiter left in a hurry, and you looked back to Twilight with a curious glint in your eye.

"Signature shake, eh?"

Twilight was hiding half of her face behind her menu despite the fact they'd already ordered. "I might've designed and optimised one or two items on the menu here... I mean, not that it's a big deal or anything."

"Heh, no wonder you like it here." You held your tongue on the part about how impressive that was at her age, she'd seriously had such a distinct effect on an entire business? She was just getting more attractive by the moment, and you found yourself wanting to learn as much as you could about her in as little time as possible. "So, how many's one or two really?"

"Only like, a quarter of the drinks menu! It's not anything special, honestly." All of a sudden, there was a mess of curls in front of her face, shy mode engaged once more. "I just like to experiment, that's all..."

Okay, there was something about watching her say those words whilst pushing her long, messy but still luscious hair back that undeniably stirred something in you. Whether that was meant to be the case or not was beyond you—it was almost definitely innocent, and yet you were taking it and twisting it into an innuendo in your mind just because you could. You realised you'd spent about ten seconds simply sitting there, staring. "So... do you mean to hide your wild side under the geek persona, or is it all just a part of your personality?"

"Hey!" Twilight swatted at you across the table, though she didn't manage to reach because your lean back skills were unparalleled. "I'm not geeky, I'm nerdy. There's a big difference!"

You laughed at this, finding her to be even more sexy when she went into a tizzy. "Oh yeah, and that difference is?"

"Well, you'd have to be a nerd to understand the difference," Twilight replied before sticking her tongue out, and you realised you'd fallen right into her trap.

Right before you could come up with a decent rebuttal, the drinks arrived, and Twilight thanked the waiter before taking a generous gulp of hers. "Ahh... still tastes divine. Try it! I always love hearing new opinions on my little creations."

Twilight watched you studiously as you gingerly held the glass up to your lips, trying to psyche yourself into taking a sip. It probably wouldn't be too spicy, you assured yourself. Then why were your eyes already steaming just from holding it close? It had to be a placebo effect, you were just worrying too much. Drumming up as much courage as you could, you took a hearty gulp, being sure to swallow more than Twilight did as she watched on.

The taste was exquisite, and the texture of the drink was thick enough that you could really feel the cool liquid sliding down your neck and hitting your stomach. Honestly, that might have been one of the best things you'd tasted in a long, long time, but the only problem was the fact that your cheeks were beginning to heat up. It wasn't as hot as you were expecting, but it still had a serious kick to it, and you had to lick around your lips and let your tongue lull out for a second as you tried to get used to the mix of pain and enjoyment without tears ending up in your eyes.

"Well?" she pressed, still staring at you intently. "What did you think? Full bodied enough? Too thick?"

"L-lovely," you responded, realising that your throat had closed up a bit and your words were coming out in a faint wheeze. "Probably one of the best things I've had in ages..." You finished off your sentence with a light fit of coughs and sputters, and instantly Twilight hopped up, looking worried.

"Oh no... this happened to Rainbow Dash too. Hold still, I'll go get you some milk." Twilight rushed off to the kitchen, which she could apparently go into without anyone shouting at her, and reemerged not a moment later with a glass of cool milk. "Drink this." There was a mixture of care and concern in her tone as she began to lightly pat you on the back, making you feel like an infant that needed to be burped. You tried to ignore that self-deprecation as best you could as you took a couple of sips of the anti-hot, instantly feeling a little better.

"Rainbow Dash?" you asked, trying to change the subject a little. "Isn't that the one that's captain of like, all the sports teams?"

"Yeah. Apparently, she can't handle her spice either," Twilight giggled, maybe a little at your expense, but you felt better knowing the exact same thing had happened to someone that was considered to be one of the coolest girls in school. "Just keep sipping, you'll feel better for it..." She moved to rubbing at your shoulders as you did as she instructed, and soon enough you began to realise that rather than helping you to keep the drink down, she was simply giving you a massage through your clothes. One that came with a light touch and felt fucking magical.

"Uhh... Twilight? I feel a lot better now." You almost wished you hadn't said anything, because a moment later, Twilight seemed to realise how far her hands had wandered and pull them away, moving to sit back down.

"Heh, sorry, I can get a bit lost in the moment..." Twilight had sat back down and was chewing on her straw between words, taking intermittent sips of her drink, which she handled like a champ. It probably wasn't even that hot, you just had a shitty constitution for all things spicy. Not wanting to look rude, you began to alternate between the hot drink and the cooling milk, finding it to be a happy medium that didn't disrupt the taste. "So... first week at CHS, how have you been finding it?"

There was a topic you could easily dive into. "Honestly? I've felt a little lonely." You saw here face drop straight away, and instantly started waving your hands in defense. "Not around you, of course! You've been great company, whenever we've had a chance to hang out between classes and stuff. But the rest of the time? I dunno, it almost feels like everyone's so social here that they're asocial, if that makes any sense. It's hard to break myself into a group, and I'm not too sure I want to if it's gonna take that much freaking effort."

All the while, Twilight nodded, nodded and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean. I wasn't popular or well liked in my last school. People used to look at me and just see the grade obsessed loner girl. Hell, I didn't even do my makeup or style my hair." Somehow, you imagined even that looked sexy on her, but didn't interrupt to say so. "Then, when I came here, a lot of weird stuff happened. The long and short of it was that in a weird way, I got lucky, and ended up with six wonderful friends that I treasure immensely. I know it isn't that easy for everyone..."

"But you still reached out to me," you said, cutting her off before she could begin to grow upset. "You didn't have to do that. You gave me someone to chat to when I was new, and spent time around me being your adorkable self. You've made the last week so much easier for me, and I'm really thankful for it." You didn't really think about what you did next, just did it. You put a hand halfway across the table, into the no man's land separating the two of you. "I'm glad you invited me out tonight. I'm having a great time right now."

It didn't take long for Twilight to reciprocate the gesture. She too extended her hand, not touching you, but tapping her fingers against the table only an inch away from your opened palm. If anything, you could feel the ghost of her coming touch, and it only made the scene more electric. "I'm having a great time too... I've had a lot of fun around you, and honestly..."

"Honestly?" you repeated, daring to move your hand that tiny bit closer, but not break the invisible barrier separating the both of you.

Twilight was braver. Her fingers drummed against your palm, then slowed, then stilled. Her hand began to slide atop yours, and her fingers wrapped around your thumb. You pulled back a little, almost by instinct, but before she could flinch, you began to interlock your fingers with hers, your thumb rubbing against the back of her hand in a calming motion that echoed your connection. "Honestly, I wanted to spend time with you doing... other things." She shifted her eyes, lowering her tone. "I-I mean..."

You couldn't help but snicker. You didn't let go of her hand, not at all, but the laughter remained, only growing in intensity when you began to see annoyance on Twilight's face, bolstered by her reddening cheeks.

"H-hey! What's so funny?!" Any softness of her tone, any flirtation, it'd essentially been lost. She sounded aggravated, slighted.

And like an immature idiot, you couldn't help but enjoy it. "I-I'm sorry, it's just..." you had to pause to wipe a tear from your eye. You couldn't believe this had legitimately just happened. "Who would have thought that a girl like you would make a pass at me?"

You felt Twilight tug at her hand as if she was considering freeing it, and realised you might have overstepped the mark. "Choose your next words very carefully."

Shit, time to clarify. "I wasn't trying to say anything bad about you, Twilight. More like, it's hard for me to imagine you wanting to do intimate things with guys. You seem so shy, who would've thought you'd even entertain the idea?"

"I-it's not guys, plural, it's you!" Twilight defended, lips pouted. "Besides! Who says I have to be all prudish and boring just because I wear glasses and tie my hair up?!"

"Uhh, society at large?" you ventured, knowing that your argument was falling apart by the moment. "Honestly, you're really cute, but I probably would've guessed that you were frigid."

"Well, screw society, and screw you! I-I can fuck too, I swear!" Her face was like a beetroot dipped in red paint, but she seemed determined to keep this up, even if she'd shouted that one a little too loud.

You knew you were going off of bravado now. Honestly, you weren't exactly sexually experienced, the grand total of your knowledge being a sloppy first kiss late into middle school, but you weren't going down without a fight here. "Oh yeah? So tell me, if you're so down with screwing around, why do you look so nervous right now?"

"B-because..." Twilight took a breath, though her tone lost none of its bite. "Because I haven't exactly done this before, okay? But that doesn't mean I can't! I can so fuck, like you wouldn't believe."

You were some mixture of aroused and nervous right now, but you couldn't back down here. "Well if you're so sure of yourself, why'd you take me to a smoothie bar first and dance around it for the first twenty minutes? If you were really confident, you would have just texted me over to your place and lit some candles."

"Well, I thought we could use a bit of courage first! I didn't even know if I was going to ask you back over afterwards!" Twilight pretty much downed the rest of her drink before refilling from the pitcher in front of them and taking another hearty gulp. She took a couple of breaths, and she seemed to calm, a devious smile on her lips. "Now, though? Now I'm definitely taking you back, because this is a challenge. I'm gonna be such a great lay, and you're gonna wish you never insulted me."

"Right now, huh?" God, not right now, you needed a minute to steel yourself no matter how badly you wanted it, but you had to carry on goading her, it'd gotten to the point where that was your new form of flirtation. "Bet you can't even kiss properly."

"Oh yeah?" Downing that drink seemed to go straight to Twilight's head, because not only did she lean forwards a little tipsily, she failed to realise the table was too far apart for you and her to reach each other's lips even if you tried. "Ahem." She stood, looking to correct her mistake by walking around to you and planting a peck on your lips.

You still had a bit more fight in you, even if just feeling her softness made you want to melt. "Hah, you call that a kiss? That's how you kiss a relative you don't like. Give me a real kiss."

"Fine!" came the almost bellow of Point to Prove Sparkle as she leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against yours, almost instantly opening her mouth and inviting her tongue to play with yours. The two of you slowly brushed together, and your hands seemed to go into her long hair of their own accord, pressing against her scalp and slowly descending to the back of her neck as she squealed into your mouth from the tickling sensation. Her tongue was spicy from the smoothie, but it was more than bearable, only heightening the experience and making her taste as gorgeous as she looked.

Twilight deepened the kiss, pushing you back a little in your seat as she bent down, apparently not caring if other patrons in the bar saw, too enamoured and caught up in your battle of wills to give a shit. You began to kiss back, pushing up and attempting to nip at her bottom lip, but you weren't exactly an expert yourself and had to narrowly avoid clacking your teeth against hers and completely ruining the moment.

Two things remained a fact, however, even as she pulled away. One, she definitely knew how to kiss. Two, she'd just brought you to a state where you were beginning to vaguely regret wearing tight jeans.

Twilight panted a little, licking at her own lips as she looked down into your eyes, seeming to be in the midst of considering something. After a couple of seconds of quiet contemplation, she leaned in to kiss you again, almost as if she was testing a hypothesis. You didn't complain about another five seconds of those saccharine lips, and when she pulled away this time, her mind was made up.

"We're going to my place. I'm pissed at you right now, but you're still cute, and I still like you, and I'm losing my virginity tonight."

Before you could even say a word, Twilight hoisted you up out of your seat, poured the remainder of both of your glasses back into the pitcher, took it, and walked off, the swing of her hips calling for you to follow. Her ass really did look good in that dress, but there was one thing playing on your mind.

"Uhh... don't we have to pay?" you ventured as you struggled to keep up with the girl on a mission. It had gotten to the point where you began to wonder whether you were a date or a research component—she seemed deadset on screwing you and proving she wasn't any of what you'd assumed.

"Compliments of the house. They're the ones that pay me," Twilight snickered, grabbing you by the hand and leading you forwards as she took small sips of the rather strong elixir. She seemed pretty able to hold her liquor, but maybe she really fucking needed it for what came next. You were almost tempted to take another chug to ready yourself, even with no safety milk on hand.

"Sooo, no chance to turn back now, huh?" you ventured as you were dragged along, knowing full well you couldn't get off this ride even if you wanted to, which you really didn't.

Twilight didn't even give you an answer: just smirked. It all felt like a big masquerade, each of you acting as if you were more confident than the other. Maybe you'd be able to out psyche her if you really tried, or maybe it was the false confidence that was keeping each of you from simply chickening out and going back to doing something tame and comparatively usual.

It wasn't long until you were in her building, being pulled up the stairs to her apartment on the second floor. Luckily, it wasn't too many stairs to wear you out, but your heart was hammering anyways. She slipped the key in and opened up the door, which led straight into the foyer of a moderately sized, well kept interior, the kitchen open planned and off to the side and a large living room taking up the centre of the house. To her side was the bedroom, which had the door open.

You looked about as Twilight went and fetched the two of you more glasses, and found there to be a certain absence of pet in the vicinity. "I thought you had a dog?" you asked, having heard her mention it once or twice.

"Sunset's looking after Spike today," Twilight answered as if it wasn't a big deal, but this said a lot to you. She'd been planning to have you over the whole time, hadn't she? "Now. More?" She gave the pitcher a little shake, and your tenseness won out.

"Sure, just one more." The moment she poured the two drinks, you both had them against your lips. You took a large sip, and it burned, but you simply didn't care anymore. You could very well have been drinking liquid fire and you doubted it would have put a damper on your mood or distracted you from the situation you were in. You were both quiet for a moment, progressively working through each of your drinks, and by the time you were done, Twilight was running her fingers over your arm, pulling your shirt sleeves up and beginning to touch you all over.

"So..." she looked a little shy, bangs all but covering her eyes, but you pushed them out of the way out of desire to see more of her. She stalled for a moment, but finally finished her thought. "Did you wanna, uhh, take this straight to the bedroom?"

You arched an eyebrow at her sultry delivery, and she pushed a hand into her own face.

"Gosh, I'm really bad at this. Can you just fucking kiss me, please?"

You were hardly going to say no to that. You did as you were asked, hooking your fingers into her hair as you began to make out with her once again, the soft dance of your lips distracting you enough that you scarcely noticed Twilight unbuttoning your shirt until she was over halfway down. She pulled off your bag and let it fall to the floor, and you subconsciously winced before remembering that your laptop wasn't in there as it usually was. Your shirt came off next, and once Twilight had finally pulled away from the kiss, she gave you a good look over, her expression meek as it was excited.

"So... turns out you look good with your shirt off." Twilight's eyes flicked down your body then back to your eyes, before she nodded to herself. "Really good."

"You really are a master class flirt, aren't you?" You were laughing on the outside, but you felt like a million dollars beneath the surface, ecstatic that things were going so well this far. You'd never stripped like this in front of a girl, let alone been stripped, so receiving a compliment straight after was really offsetting any potential stage fright.

Still didn't stop Twilight from batting you on the chest for your rude comment. "You just shouldn't talk while we do this," she chuckled. Before you could tell her that she was absolutely right, but you couldn't be silenced, a kiss against your neck stole your breath and proved you completely wrong.

Twilight wasn't messing about this time. She carried on kissing and licking at your sensitive spots as she gently pushed and maneouvred you towards the bedroom, moving down to your collar and chest before working back up to your stubbled chin and catching your lips once more. Before you could even process how fast things were moving, you were being pushed down onto her bed, which was comfy as all hell. You barely had time to register the decor of her bedroom, the cute pictures of her and her friends on the wall and the desk stacked with research papers before you were having your belt tugged off. She really wanted it.

"T-Twilight, you should probably know that I'm..."

"Shh. Don't tell me, because then you'll remind me that I am too. Just enjoy this with me." With that said, she unbuckled and pulled down your trousers, exposing your underwear and the hardness being forcibly pressed against the soft fabric. You'd already realised just how turned on you were, but seeing it was something else entirely. No, having Twilight see it was really something else. It was like doing something you thought you weren't supposed to, only because you'd never tried it.

Twilight's smile, her lustful eyes, they softened that blow. Kept it exciting. She didn't pull your underwear off straight away, instead opting to softly rub at your hardness through the fabric as she came back up to kiss you, but she gave you a look that practically begged you to undress her with her eyes. There was little chance you were ignoring that.

With soft but gingerly placed hands, you pulled up her dress, breaking away from the kiss to pull it over her head, feeling incredibly excited to finally see something of this importance in real life. You'd only ever seen women undressed on computer screens, but to see a girl that you wanted, that wanted you? To touch her, to hear her get all breathy when you ran your fingers over her? This was heaven.

When you pulled her dress off, you couldn't help but run your fingers over her toned belly and sides, keeping light and gentle the entire time. What you didn't expect was for her to break off with a shiver and slap you on the chest. "That tickles!" she complained like the adorable girl she was, and you went back to her being sure not to trace just the tips over her this time as you began to return some of her actions from earlier, kissing at her neck and working your way along.

You fumbled clumsily with her bra strap for a little while, until eventually, with shared awkward giggles, she placed a hand behind her back and unclasped it with ease, giving you a wry grin. You didn't speak, you responded with an aggressive kiss against her collar, working down towards her chest as she pulled the bra away. She moved to sit on your lap, your length beneath her thighs as you finally reached her breasts and began to kiss at them playfully. You ran your tongue over her nipples, testing her reaction, and felt the stiffness beneath her thighs only grow when you heard Twilight's first groan.

Knowing you'd hit a sweet spot, you continued in your endeavours to hear that sound again, even lightly pinching her other nipple between your finger and thumb in an effort to make sure that she got equal attention on both sides of her, reversing the motions of your fingers and tongue as you went in order to experiment, as Twilight apparently so loved to do.

It was only when you pulled away finally, bottom lip pulling against her areola and causing her to shiver, that you finally got a good look over Twilight without her clothes on. She was wearing a small set of (you guessed it) purple panties with a golden lining, and while you'd yet to pull her tights off, you could see the smooth and model-like curves of her body clearly through the material, as well as the hourglass figure that led up to her perky, C cup breasts.

You could feel that there was something sacredly satisfying about this moment, two inexperienced teenagers exploring one another's bodies for the first time, feeling things that you both had only faintly dreamed of before now, sensations you'd never shared or even reached on your own. Your hand began to snake down the entrance of Twilight's panties, pulling them back a little, and with a gasp and a light bite against your shoulder, you found her tiny little nub and began to rub at it earnestly.

You didn't really know what you were doing down there, so you let Twilight's sounds guide you, speeding up when she seemed to be enjoying it, switching the motions of your hand whenever her interest seemed to wane. You stuck with it when she shuddered, becoming subservient to your body's command as she sat in your lap, and eventually, you felt the lining of her underwear beginning to grow moist. You slipped a finger down to her folds, looking to test the entrance, but found her to be incredibly tight, so much so that you almost didn't want to try and force a single digit inside. Whether she was clenching or not was beyond you, but you wondered if you'd even be able to fit your length inside of her if you tried.

As it turned out, you were due to find out much sooner than you realised. Twilight sat up, pulling out your rock hard cock and slipping her panties down her thighs until they hit the floor, sitting above you and beginning to grind against your shaft. She spread her moisture over you even as your cock twitched and pulsed in response, hardness almost painful by now, desperate to find some release besides the teasing touches of her folds against you. You needed to be inside her, you were sure of it.

Twilight decided it was time to take a ride on heaven. She pulled herself up, your eyes drawn to her hips as she tried to line the both of you up and make this easier. You opened your mouth to speak, to say anything, but she put a finger to your lips before you could manage. The wonder of this moment couldn't be spoiled by hesitation now, and you knew it as well as she did.

Once the both of you were finally lined up, she attempted to push herself down onto your length, but found herself having trouble. Your head pushed against her lips, but didn't spread them wide enough, entrance still looking like a far off dream. Summoning all of her conviction and strength, Twilight pushed with a gasp, a grunt, and an almost pained scream, finally managing to insert only the head of your cock into her obscenely tight entrance.

You'd never done this before, but you were doing it now. You were inside her! You were about to have sex with Twilight! It was going to your head so much that you thought you might freak out if you didn't stick with the moment, so you tried to push back any worries or concerns. Instead, you allowed her to keep pushing her way down, resisting the urge to frust and ensuring that she was given plenty of time to adjust to the feeling of having you inside her.

You, however, were finding it very difficult to adjust. She was like a vice, so pleasurable and velvety smooth, nothing your hands could ever have emulated or prepared you for in your years since sexual awareness. You wondered what was going through her head right now. You were almost sure she'd never practiced on toys, if her incredible tightness was anything to go by. If anything, there was a very good chance that this was her first time having anything of your size inside of her. That notion was made all the more believable by the sweat rolling down her shoulders as she forced herself lower, finally managing to take over half of your sizeable shaft inside of her.

You weren't monstrously huge by any standard, but you were definitely above average, and probably a difficult first time. Still, Twilight was handling it like a champ, not giving up in any way, only continuing to dip lower and lower as your felt yourself about to hit her wall, as far as you could possibly go. It took some serious doing, but she finally managed to swallow your entire length, a pant seeping from her. She squeezed her eyes shut, confirming to herself that she'd finally managed her way through the single most amazing and scary experience of their lives.

"H-how does it feel?" you ventured asking, knowing the hardest part was over, even if your entire body was ablaze with both intense satisfaction and a desperate want for more.

"...fucking amazing," Twilight breathed, wiping perspiration from her forehead as she wrapped her hands around your back, and you did the same in turn. You kept her held up in place as she slowly began to gyrate her hips against your own, being cautious at first and only testing the basics of what she could do. The stimulation from those incremental movements alone was incredible, enough that you had to kiss her just to avoid moaning out too quickly. If anything, that was a mistake, a sweet and heart fluttering one, as the kisses only made you more aroused, almost to the point of insanity. How you were expected to get through minutes of your first time without letting off prematurely was beyond you, but you'd try your damn best. You'd gotten too far not to make this even more incredible than it already was.

Twilight was definitely adjusting to your length, if the increasing velocity of her ass' bounce was any indication. Her moans were so fucking cute, they came perfectly in time with the rhythm of her pace, which was picking up to a steady rise and fall rather quickly. Your body could barely keep up with hers despite the fact you were essentially still, but her? She was like moving art. The way her back arched like a bridge, the gasps that escaped her as if they were looking to fly out of the window and grace the night sky, the mess of her hair, the incessant motion of her hips as she drove you both forwards, clamping her thighs against your hips as she focussed on making sure you were constantly hitting her g-spot...

Fuck. That was the only word for it. Just... fuck.

She sped up. She pushed you back onto the bed, taking full control, hands spread over your chest, using you for support as she began to pull herself all the way up before pushing down and impaling herself once more. Your eyes traced the curves of her body and you watched with immeasurable splendour, feeling every inch of your body race along with your pulse, a knot of excitement in your gut like a pleasant stitch. Civilisation could've been ending outside of Twilight's door right then and neither of you would've noticed.

She balanced your hopes and dreams on the tip of your own cock as she rose up to kiss the ceiling of satisfaction, then fell back into place with a springboard dive of motion. The roll of her hips were becoming more frantic, you began to wonder if you could hold on. Twilight was swearing and almost screaming now, her words like perfect staccatos against your ears, only those and the constant smack of flesh as she dropped keeping you anchored to the room. You felt as if you could've drifted away, ascended beyond your body right then. You wouldn't have even realised you were gone, that you were alive, that any of this was real. How could it be? It was all too spectacular to rightly believe.

But you were there, this was happening. You were in the moment, your fantasies were reality, and Twilight was moving with an almost animalistic fervour that you had to wonder if she'd inherited from some beast or wild animal. Her pussy was so damn tight around you, determined to milk every last drop of your essence, and you didn't know how much longer you could hold on for. You should've worn a condom, you couldn't nut inside her.

"T-Twilight, I'm getting—"

"I-I knowww, me too. Oh, fuck, just hold on a little longer..." Your task was a monumental one, but you'd hold on for her sake—she clearly needed this just as badly as you, if not more so. You watched in awe as she rode you faster, lifting up her body and inviting you to thrust, her fingers quickly massaging her clit as she drew herself closer to a perfect eclipse of desire and satiation. Her body language told you that she was on the verge of explosion, her shoulders were tense, her eyes squeezed closed, and it took all of your willpower not to burst inside her, to paint her until now virgin pussy as she clamped so tightly around you, screaming out with no care or concern as to who might hear her.

She came hard around your cock, her pelvic muscles spasming and tightening so heavily that you thought you might have never managed to dislodge yourself from her grip, but as she pushed her weight down on you, you still thrusting into her the whole time, she fell atop you, her breasts against your chest, and panted into your ear as you carried on pushing despite every fibre of your body screaming at you to cease and desist, to get the fuck out while you could still not be a potential father!

You helped her ride that orgasm out to the limit of the word risk, only finally pulling out when you could feel that there was nothing about to stop what happened next. She got up on her knees, hands pressing her breasts together, tongue out and eyes staring wantingly up at you, a perfect display, an artwork for you to deface, and with broad strokes, you finally covered that canvas from belly to cheeks in your load.

The first moment was something else entirely, it made every jerk off session you'd ever had feel frightfully inadequate, to the point that your porn collection might have gotten insecure if it knew. You found it difficult to keep lucid, to stay on target, but you had to watch as needy, horny Twilight took every last drop of your liquid pleasure without complaint, a ravenous smile on her lips. She wrapped her hands around your cock, helping you to pump out the last few drops, and with a heart that felt like it was struggling to break from your chest, you finally fell back, completely and utterly spent.

Silence was the word of the minute, besides the panting. Oh, there was a lot of panting. Twilight eventually rose to go and clean herself off, leaving you alone in her room.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, the three hundred kilo weight of no longer being a virgin yet to hit you, as you recounted in your mind the godliness that had just taken place. Eventually, you settled on a picture of Twilight and six other girls. Some of them your recognised from around the school, but hadn't talked to. They were on a beach somewhere, you could see that much, but another thing that caught your eye was the fact that they were all bikini-clad.

That and incredibly hot. Enough so that even thinking about them and staring at the picture for too long got a stir out of your currently out of commission cock. Damn, were you horny.

Twilight came back into the room with a smile, laying down beside you. "So... that was fun. Maybe we should do that again sometime."

You tore your eyes from the picture, feeling slightly guilty at the thought, even if it seemed you and Twi were just friends after all. "Maybe we should. Wanna skip the pretend date next time?"

"Sure! Having sex with you is almost as good as homework." That would have sounded like a fucking insult from anyone else but her, you swore. "But also, I wanna introduce you to my friends, soon. You still need to meet more people around the school."

Your eyes travelled straight back to the picture on the wall despite them not meaning to, particularly to the rather voluptuous curves of the yellow skinned one. "Yeah... sounds like a plan."

To Be Continued?