It should be a time of celebration. You've done it, you've finished your senior year with your perfect GPA intact, and will soon be moving onto college and bigger things. You should be happy, but instead, you're at Neon Light's graduation party, standing off to the side of the dance floor with hands in your pockets after getting turned down by yet another girl. This has been your problem for the last four years, and because of it, you'll be leaving high school with something else intact other then just your grades.
Your virginity.
Four years of rejection, and it's looking like your college years are going to be the same. You sigh and look out on the crowd, at all the smiling faces and dancing bodies. You're ashamed to admit it, but you feel envy bubbling up inside you, and you're forced to look away. In doing so, your eyes land on an anomaly, a fellow party goer looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.
It's Moondancer, standing at the opposite wall from your own, a cup of punch held close to her chest in both hands with downcast eyes staring into it. The two of you aren't friends. Really, you're hardly even acquaintances, having done nothing more than silently read across from each other in the library on frequent occasion. Still, you don't like seeing the girl look so sad, and so decide to go talk to her.
After all, if you can help cheer her up, there's no reason for both of you to be depressed. Going the long way around, you come to stand to the girl's left, clear your throat, and try to speak over the bumping music. "Hey, enjoying the party?"
Moondancer jolts and whips her head up towards you. "What?"
"The party, you enjoying it?" you repeat with a patient smile, getting her to return it tentatively.
"Um, yes, I'm... having fun," she says unconvincingly, holding up her cup of punch in an odd salute before taking a sip. The subsequent mist she sprays out gets a few surprised shrieks from some dancers. "Ah! Sorry!"
"I take it you didn't realize someone spiked the punch," you comment with a smirk.
"No, I didn't," she says in a growl, holding the cup away from herself as if it's poison. "I don't drink."
"Yeah, neither do I, but there's some soda in the cooler out back, if you're thirsty," you inform her. "Probably quieter out there, too."
"Thanks," she says meekly, taking your lead and walking outside. She dumps her drink in the kitchen sink before the two of you leave through the sliding door. As soon as the glass closes behind you, the sound level plummets, allowing you to speak at a normal volume.
"So, what brings you here?" you ask, pulling out a cola for you after handing her one. "No offense, but you don't really strike me as the partying type."
She struggles with the tab for a moment as she responds, "I can say the same about you. What are you doing here?"
You shrug, taking a sip of your soda. "Seeing as this is the last big party before we all move on with our lives, I felt like it was important to come. It's kind of the night for lasts, isn't it? The last high school party. The last time I'm going to see a lot of these people. Heck, the last chance I'll have to get with a girl before college."
That's the second spit take this night. "W-what!?"
"It's true," you answer, your dejected spirit not being able to muster up the shame to shut you up. "Not like it matters, it's not going to happen, anyway."
"W-well, I'm, um, sorry to hear that," she mumbles, straightening her glasses and trying to hide the red on her cheeks.
"Yeah, it sucks, but I'm used to it. Just another rejection to add to the list."
"Oh? So you've already tried?" she asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Getting with someone, I mean... Who was it?"
"Fleur De Lis," you inform her, finishing your drink.
She tilts her head to stare at you. "Wait, are you serious? Fleur?"
"Yeah, why?"
She snorts obnoxiously as she giggles. "Fleur's, like, the most attractive girl in school. Plus she's had that on-again, off-again thing going with Fancy Pants all throughout high school. You never stood a chance."
You narrow your eyes at the pale girl. "Oh yeah, and who did you try getting with?"
"What? I-I don't know what you're talking about," she tells you, despite her frantic eyes saying otherwise.
"Don't give me that, I saw you standing in there by the dance floor. I know what rejection looks like. I'm practically an expert."
She attempts to stutter out a rebuttal, by gives up with a sigh after several failed attempts. "Okay fine, it was... Trenderhoof."
"Trenderhoof," you repeat, blinking a few times before bursting into laughter. "Trender's a complete flamer!"
"T-those are just rumors, they're not true," she tries to argue, glaring at you.
"Ah, yeah, no, sorry to say Mooney, but I had gym class with him, and believe me, when we're in the showers, the guy's eyes never travel above the waist. Seriously, he even makes the jocks skittish in there."
You're still chuckling when you hear the sniffle. Glancing over, you see Moondancer has turned away, and her shoulders are shaking.
"Hey, you okay there?" you ask reaching out to touch her.
As soon as you do, however, she jerks away. "I'm fine, so why don't you just leave, or do you want to make fun of me first? Tonight's a night for lasts, after all, right? This'll be your last chance."
"Ah shit, I wasn't making fun of you, It's just... It's funny," you finish lamely, feeling your gut sink when the sniffling gets louder. "Hey, it's not that bad. I've had way more embarrassing crushes."
She doesn't turn around, but eventually, she asks in a meek voice, "Like who?"
You scratch the back of your head. "Well, this'll sound pretty stupid, but I was a freshman at the time, so cut me some slack... I asked Dean Cadance out on a date."
"You... you did? Why?"
Much to your relief, it seems to be working as the sniffling stops, so you continue. "Because I was a horny idiot, and I thought she was the sexiest women I've ever seen."
"But she's, like, ten years older than you."
"Yeah, that's about what she said. Plus that it would be doubly inappropriate since she was a staff member. She sent me on my way with advice to find a nice girl my own age, and that I'd forget about her soon enough." That last bit was a lie seeing as how the dean is still a starring character in the few wet dreams you have from time to time. You aren't going to tell Moondancer, or anyone that, though.
"Heh, sounds familiar," Moondancer mumbles, peaking your curiosity.
"What was that?" you ask. "You got another embarrassing crush story? Come on, don't hold out on me."
She turns to give you a strange look, eyes slightly damp. You give her your most genuine smile to show you aren't teasing, and she huffs. "It was really, really stupid."
"Ooh, this is sounding good already."
She glares weakly, but continues, "When I was a freshman, I... tried to ask out Shining Armor. I mostly just stuttered whenever I saw him though."
It takes you only a second to know who she's talking about, you've seen him around the school plenty, as well as exiting the Dean's office with a rumpled shirt and fresh hickies on his neck. "The alumnus?" You can't help but chuckle. "Wow, who'd have thought our freshman crushes would have ended up banging? How ironic."
"Augh, that's not even the worst of it," Moondancer bemoans, surprising you with her sudden candidness. "He's my friend Twilight's older brother. Do you know how awkward that is?"
"Can't say that I do. The only family Cadance has that I met is Blueblood, and I'd sooner strangle the snob then be his friend, so no awkwardness there." You glance over and notice Moondancer blushing, eyes averted. "What?"
"... Blueblood's pretty hot..." she answers lightly.
You deadpan, before pointing with a can-laden hand. "You like a lot of gay guys, don't you?"
"Oh come on, you can't know if Blueblood's gay. He isn't even a classmate."
"No, but the guy looks like a ken doll."
"That's metrosexual, not homosexual," she counters straight-faced, holding the expression for all of three seconds before breaking out into a giggle fit.
You join in, and after half a minute of laughter, say, "No wonder we're both still virgins; we're either going after people out of our league, or who are gay. We need to lower our standards, and go after people with the right sexual orientation."
"Easier said then done, apparently," Moondancer comments, leaning against the glass with a defeated hum. "School's out now, too, so it'll be even harder to socialize and look for a guy like that. What am I supposed to do? Go to the bowling alley?"
"Too young for the bars, too," you add, joining her against the glass and looking up to the stars. They're hardly visible due to all the lights set up to decorate the party.
"We don't drink anyway, so the bar would just be weird."
"And it's not like a couple of bookworms like us could even get passed a bouncer at a club."
"Ugh, why does this have to be hard? Why can't I just ask a guy, and have it not be weird?"
"Yeah, why can't I just meet a girl who's cool with a one night stand, no strings attached? I mean, it's just sex right? Nothing special."
"Right? If a guy asked me right now, I'd agree on the spot."
"Heh, same here," you agree, the two of you falling silent as you listen to the dulled music of the party mixed with the night life. "...Wait, what was that last thing?"
"Hmm, what? That if a guy asked me if I wanted to have sex, I'd say yes? What about it? Not like it'll ever happen."
She takes a sip of her soda just as you push away from the glass and ask, "Moondancer, will you have sex with me tonight?"
Rule of three dictates that the ensuing spit take should be the funniest yet, but you're too intent on her answer to find the humor in it.
"W-what!?" she gets out between coughs.
"Will you have sex with me. I'm asking you right now."
"W-why?"
"Because we both want to lose our virginity, and we can help each other out."
She's blushing fiercely as she wipes her chin clean on her sweater sleeve. "I... I don't know, this is pretty sudden..."
"Come on, Moondancer, this is perfect," you reason, "I want to have sex with a girl, you want to have sex with a guy, and tonight's the last night we'll probably have the chance before college. It doesn't even have to mean anything; just a couple of friendly acquaintances helping each other out."
"Wouldn't it be weird though?" she tries, nervously twirling a a few strands of purple and red hair between fingers. "I mean, we barely know each other."
"We both know the other needs this," you assert. "And it's not weird, just think of it like a... a study session. You've had those, right? It's a completely normal thing; people helping each other to learn, is all."
"Studying?" She perks up a little, "I... guess it's kind of like that. We both learn something new."
"Yeah, exactly! We're preparing for the future, like sex in college is going to be the test, and we're studying for it now so we don't fail!"
She bites her lip. "I suppose it's a good idea..." She shuts her eyes and take a deep breath before opening them and squaring her shoulders. "Okay, let's do it."
"Yes," you hiss, pumping a fist. "Okay, where do we do it? One of the upstairs bedrooms?"
"Um, I don't think I'd be comfortable there. Someone might walk in on us, or at the very least hear us."
"Okay, how about... my place? It's only a couple blocks away."
She tilts her head. "But what about your parents?"
You wave a hand. "Mom's on a business trip, and Dad's at a conference. I'll have the house to myself until Monday."
"I... guess that'll do," she say haltingly, trying to give a small smile despite her obvious nerves.
You hold out a hand and try to sound reassuring. "Hey, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, so it's cool if you back out. No hard feelings. Still, it would mean a lot if you came, and I don't think you'll regret it."
Staring down at the proffered hand, she dances a little in place, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if preparing to flee, but eventually, she reaches out and wraps her cold, slender fingers around yours. "Okay..."
You grin and give her hand a light squeeze, heart pounding in your chest and stomach doing flips. "I promise, this is going to be great."
She never quite reaches your enthusiasm on the walk to your home, and is skittish as you lead her upstairs, but you are determined to make this experience a good one for both of you. After all, this night will be your first, and you only get one.
Author's Note
Just something I wrote on 4chan and decided to bring over here. Any corrections are welcome.
The house is quiet, its only two occupants standing in the small room in awkward silence. The thought hadn't struck you until she was already stepping through the doorway to your room, but your eyes began darting around for anything embarrassing you might have left out.
The action figures and sci-fi models set on the shelves are certainly not ideal, but they aren't that out of place. A lot of your friends have similar stuff decorating their rooms, and at least you don't have any anime girls like some weeboos you know. The floor is also clean; a habit your mother drilled into long ago about picking up after yourself. Still, the laundry basket in the corner is near full, and there are boxers visible on top.
"Is that..." begins Moondancer, adjusting her glasses. "It is! You're a fan too?"
Your eyes quickly follow her gaze to land on a poster above your computer desk, and your cheeks instantly begin to burn. "Oh, ah, yeah... I like her a bit."
"Jill Nass was such an inspiration for me growing," She comments, stepping forward with a noticeably more relaxed gate. She lowers her voice a few octaves and says, "Jill Nass the Science Lass."
As she giggles into her hand, you try to laugh with her. "Yep, she definitely... inspired me." More like you thought she was the sexiest women on television. Plus your mom was always okay with you binge watching her since the show was educational. Needless to say, the TV host is probably why you have a thing for lab coats and found chemistry lab the hardest class to stay focused in.
"Heh, so this is your room," she says, looking around. "It's... nice."
You shrug. "Yeah, it's okay." Stepping past her, you pull the swivel chair away from your desk and sit, your arms resting on the back.
"Following your lead, Moondancer sits on your bed, smoothing out her skirt before leaving her hands to rest folded in her lap. "So..."
"So..." you repeat. "This is it."
"Yes, we're going to do it."
"On that bed."
"Sex."
"That's right." The two of your fall silent once again, staring at each other. She forces a smile, hands clenching around each other as she changes position to bring her legs up underneath her. You attempt to match the expression, but after a good twenty seconds of staring, you let the smile drop with a sigh. "How about we go over things one more time, just so we're on the same page."
She nods stiffly, lips forming a thin line. "Sounds sensible."
"Right, so we agree, this is just sex so we can both lose our virginity, right?"
"Right," she answers with a firm nod and determined look. It's diminished slightly by the bright blush on her cheeks.
"And we're helping each other practice so when we get with actual partners, we won't blow it, figuratively for you, and literally for me."
"Exactly."
You exhale slowly. "Okay... let's do this." She gives another nod as you stand from the swivel chair, though her hands are now balled tightly into the dark fabric of her sweater. She flinches as you reach for her face. "Just taking these off," you say as you pull her glasses off. "Don't want them to get busted, right?"
"R-right," she stammers. "Should I, ah, sh-should I take my clothes off."
"I... think we're supposed to undress each other. If it's practice, anyway."
"Good idea."
Once you set the glasses on the bedside table, you turn back to her and just stand their, and she mimics your inaction after pulling the scrunchie from her hair, letting her bangs loose. Deciding to make the first move, you suck in a breath and reach towards her waist, grabbing the hem of her sweater.
Looking up at her expression, she gulps before giving you the go ahead with a nod. You slowly pull the heavy fabric up, revealing the pale skin beneath. You first notice the slight pudge of her belly, nothing like the firm midriff Fluer when you saw her at the pool. Moondancer lifts her arms as you pull the dark clothing over her head, revealing breasts sitting in a c-cup, plain beige bra. You gulp.
They're not as big as Cadance's, but they're still the first pair you've seen outside of a magazine or computer screen. "O-okay, uh, now the bra," you say, commanding yourself just as much as informing her as you reach around her back. She squeaks a few times as you struggle with the hooks. They're as annoying as you were told.
There's one. Two. Crap, is the first one back on?
She eventually has to help you, but the embarrassment is swept away as you watch her tits bounce free when the bra falls loose. Your heart nearly stops. They slop more than you'd have thought, with small, slightly darker nipples, but you can't deny they're doing something for you. Before you even realize it, you've reached out to caress one, but the gasp that leaves Moondancer's lips has you whipping your hand back.
"Sorry," you say. "Got carried away."
It's... it's okay." she meets your gaze tentatively. "Should I take your shirt off now?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
She stands up, your eyes immediately drawn back to the jiggle the movement causes in her breasts, and grabs the base of your t-shirt. You have to bend down so she can get it over your head seeing as your a good foot taller, but it comes off with little effort.
She stares at your flat chest, and you imagine how your attention must have felt as she brings a hand up to brush over your not so impressive pecs. You suck in a breath between your teeth at the contact, her fingers like ice, and she pulls away.
Sorry," she mumbles.
"It's fine." You let your eyes travel down, lingering a bit at the obvious points of interest, before falling to her plaid skirt. "Should that come off next?"
Her face heats up again. "W-will you go first?"
"You mean my pants?" She nods, not making eye contact. "Sure, if it'll make you comfortable." She gives a small smile and reaches for your waist.
The movements jerky, as if she's fighting the instinct to pull back, but eventually, she grasps your belt buckle. She tugs a few times, actually making you move a step, before eventually undoing the faux-leather strip and moving unto the button of your jeans. Her hands must really be cold with how much they're shaking, because it takes her a good thirty seconds to undo the thing. When she finally does, the excitement of success has her yanking your pants down.
"Wow shit!" you exclaim, your feet catching in the fabric as you begin to fall forward. She screams as you fall against her, the two of you landing with a bounce on the mattress. the top of her head smacks the bottom of your chin and your both left smarting.
The first thing you notice besides the pain is the girl beneath you chanting, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Hey, calm down, I'm fine," you assure, trying to comfort her as you push yourself up with one hand and rub your sore jaw with the other. "What about you? Your head okay?"
As if just remembering, her hands fly to her crown, touching gingerly at the bump that's forming there. She hisses, but gives a minute nod. "It's okay... Um, should we... keep going?"
Looking into her purple eyes, you can't help but think you see a desperate gleam of hope. "Yeah, we can keep going," you whisper, leaning forward. You catch those beautiful eyes widening right before your lips connect.
It's nothing special, nothing like the deep, passionate kisses from the movies, just a gentle caress, but for your first, it's... nice. The hand that had been rubbing your chin has moved to hers, and you can feel her tremble through it.
You pull away. "So, was that your first too...? kiss, I mean."
Her eyelids flutter open, mouth still puckered slightly. "Wha-what?"
"Was that your first kiss?" you repeat, getting her to blush and bring her pointer fingers together.
"Oh, um, not... technically. Lyra can get a little... crazy at sleepovers... But it was the first from a boy!"
You blink a few times. "Oh... Well, how'd I do. In comparison, that is."
The question is serious, but she giggles. "Good. It was good. much less forceful than hers." The image of the mint-haired girl mashing her lips against those of the girl bellow you, pawing at her chest with one hand while the other holds tightly on the back of her head, causes your already-stiff cock to jolt.
"A-anyway, I think it's about time we get this skirt off- so we'll be even, that is- don't you think?"
A tongue darts out to wet her lips. "It's only f-fair."
Repeating her words, you push yourself up on both hands and use them to awkwardly walk yourself backwards until your knees are on the floor. Her legs are pressed firmly together as you examine the plaid material, gaze locking onto the two buttons on her left hip. Without a word, you reach out to undue them, seeing her legs press even harder as you go to work.
After another slow breath to prepare yourself, you grab hold of the hem, and jimmy them from her hipbones. You don't even have to ask before Moondancer lifts her hips from the bed, allowing you to slide the skirt easily down, and once they're around her ankles, she lifts her feet so you can toss them aside. Despite what you just revealed to the world, the first thing your eyes move to are hers, the girl staring wide-eyed at you over her slightly heaving chest.
Slowly, you sweep your gaze over her pale skin down to the simple, beige underwear. The first thing you notice is the thin line of moisture, and you feel your mouth dry. "Can I... should I touch it?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper, not looking away from the cleft mound.
A few beats, then a quiet, affirmative hum. You don't hesitate, hand flying up to press against the dark line. She gives a stuttering gasp, but you can't stop your fingers from rubbing against her sex. Even through the panties, you're surprised by the heat, so different from the rest of her cool skin.
She moans out your name, and you finally stop. "What is it? Am I... not doing it right."
"N-no, it's," she pants, a slight gleam of sweat on her forward as she props herself on her elbows. "It's good, but maybe it's time to... move on?" She turns her head away as she mumbles this, bottom lip caught between her teeth in a way that you can't describe as anything other than cute.
"Yeah, okay," you start, leaning back. "So, we're both down to our underwear... Who takes them off first?"
"W-well, since I had to take m-my bra off, that means I'm one article of clothing ahead of you. So, you should go next." She's trying to sound logical, but the way her eyes keep darting down to your waist, trying to get a peek over the bed's edge, you think she might actually be eager, and the thought emboldens you.
"Fair point," you answer, standing up. She chokes at seeing the tent you're pitching, and you can't help but smirk. There's little ceremony when you drop your boxers, the suddenness of the move catching Moondancer off guard as her jaw goes slack. "So, what do you think?"
While you meant for the words to come out flirting, a bit of self conscious worry slips through. You know you aren't the biggest guy around, having showered with the likes of the football team during gym, but you like to think your at least average.
The gibberish she responds with bolsters your confidence. "Speechless, eh? Didn't know I was that impressive."
Her jaw snaps shut, burning cheeks jiggling a little, and she glares weakly. "I was merely preoccupied with... studying it, is all. Nothing more."
You suppress a chuckle at the girl's indignation, and thrust towards her. "Don't let me stop you then, go on and study. We're here to learn, after all."
She flinches away minutely, but you see her steel her resolve. "Right, exactly. I need to gather as much information as I can in a controlled setting so I can be better prepared for when I get a real boyfriend."
it still takes her a few seconds to make her move, getting back on her knees and scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Her hands inch slowly towards your member, and you resist the urge to thrust into them. Let her move at her own pace, that's what your dad told you during an inebriated rendition of the Birds & the Bees.
You have to fight the compulsion to jerk away as her cold hands finally make contact, letting her slowly run her fingers over the warm flesh. "It's... warm. Nearly burning," she observes, curling the digits of one hand around the middle. "And quite hard." With a loose grip, she gives your cock a pump. You grunt, and she looks up. "Does this feel good?"
"Ah, yeah, kinda," you answer, hands clasping behind your back as you wait- hope- for her to continue her experiment. Luckily, you don't have to wait long before she returns her attention to your member, bringing her other hand to the head. "T-that's the most sensitive part," you inform her, getting an appreciative nod.
"Oh? So it feels best here?" she questions, running a thumb over the slit while the other fingers brush along the tender gland.
Your toes curl. "U-uh, not exactly. It can feel good, but it can be a little overwhelming, too, like a buzzer."
"So like the clitoris," she states, moving her hand to join the other resting on your shaft.
"I guess?" you say dumbly as she begins to use both hands to stroke you off, grip tightening. "Hey, maybe it's time we switch places, now that you've got a closer look at mine." You're actually getting close from the amateurish handjob and don't want to admit it, but she luckily doesn't press the issue.
"I guess," she says, sounding almost dejected as she lets her arms fall to her side. "So.. how do you want me to...?"
"Just move your head to the top of the bed and lay back. I can handle the rest," you tell her, climbing unto the bed. She bites her lip again, but doesn't argue as she does just that, pushing a pillow against the headboard so she could lay with head propped up. As she does, you move to the foot of the bed, and wait for her to get comfortable. "Ready?"
She gulps, but nods. Even so, her legs are held firmly together. You've heard the boys talk about her in school, in the way high school boys do, calling her fat, unattractive, and generally unfuckable, but at that moment, you can't disagree more.
She's certainly not thin; thighs thick and belly pudgy, but you wouldn't call her fat. More... plump. A pear-shape that could be an hourglass figure with a little diet and exercise. She may not be as tone and tight as the more atheltic girls from class, but she's still shapely.
It takes a little persuading, but eventually, she begins to open her legs, and you reach out to grab hold of her panties. Gently, you begin to pull them down, watching as they peel away from her slit with a thin strand of excitement. As arousing as the sight is, it's slightly lessened by the massive bush of bright red hair revealed in the process.
"Wow... going all-natural, eh?" The girl doesn't find the joke funny as she covers her face.
"I-I didn't expect to be doing this today," she mumbles from around her palms, refusing to make eye contact.
"Still, not even trimming? I mean, I'm a guy, and even I do that," you respond, referring to your own neat bush. Not shaved, but cut down periodically to prevent it from looking like a 60's disco dancer.
"Is it... is it really that bad." There's a quiver in her voice that sends alarm bells off in your head.
"No, no, it's not... awful. Just a little unexpected is all. Maybe after this, if you meet a guy you like, you should think about doing... something with it."
"I tried waxing with the girls before. It was the most painful thing I ever did, and hurt for days after," she explains solemnly.
You wince sympathetically, remembering a 'prank' your friends pulled on you once, waxing your eyebrow while you were passed out. "Hey, I'm not saying to get a brazilian, just, you know, get some scissors or something and cut it down. Something painless."
She nods dejectedly. "I'll keep that in mind... Are we still doing this, though, or do you not want to now?"
"Oh no, we're still doing this," you say, pushing yourself between her legs before she can close them. "I haven't even gotten to learn anything yet." Acting quick to shift the girls focus away from her embarrassment, you lower your front half and place a hand on each pale, creamy thigh.
A cute, 'eep!' escapes her lips as a puff of warm air washes over her vulva. "What are you doing!?"
"What do you think? Studying," you answer. Rubbing the smooth skin of her thigh for a moment longer, you move onto the center attraction. "And what better way then with some hands-on experience?" You advance then, cutting any further discussion short as you run your fingertips along the damp curtains.
Even though the touch is feather-light, her fingers ball up the sheets and her knees bend ever so slightly. The moan that escapes her lips is music to your ears. Your other hand soon joins the fun, leaving your propped up on your forearms as you use thumbs and forefingers to spread her open and peek inside. She squirms as you examine her sex, fascinated.
Like every guy, you've viewed your fair share of pornography, starting with the Playboys under your dad's bed as a curious thirteen year old, before discovering the full sexual depravity of the internet once you got your first desktop as a birthday gift. Rarely, however, have you seen a pussy like this, so clean, and untouched, the entrance to her depths appearing as little more than a thin, shadowed vent radiating heat and a peculiar smell.
That's something porn could never convey, and you find the scent strangely tantalizing. Without thinking, you move in, sliding your tongue along her entrance. Strange, but not unpleasant. It's tangy, with just a hint of acidity, somewhere between a lemon and a sip of red wine.
That's all you intend to do, but a pair of thighs clamping down on your temples keeps you in place. Stuck as you are, you decide to perform some oral exercises, working your tongue along the length of her labia starting from the bottom and ending with a flick against her engorged clit. After only a few licks, her fingers thread through your hair as she moans loudly.
You feel her sex convulse minutely under your tongue, the flavor intensifying, and the pressure on your head begins to become uncomfortable, before vanishing completely. rising up some, you see Moondancer, body slack on the mattress and face sweaty as she pants.
"Did... did you just cum?" you find yourself asking, bewildered. "Did I make you cum?"
She doesn't answer with words, not right away, and instead nods, chest heaving. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to. It just... just felt so good for some reason. Much better than when I masturbate."
You'd brag about getting her off in less than a minute, but the logical, less egotistical part of your brain reins you in. "There's nothing to apologize for. I mean, I doubt you're like Blossomforth, so you've probably never gotten a tongue down there while masturbating," you say, wiping the moisture from your chin. "And someone else doing the work really does make a difference. When you were, uh, touching me, it felt a whole lot different in a good way."
She smiles as she catches her breath. "Thanks," she mumbles, eyes darting away. "I really wasn't expecting you to do that though. Warn a girl next time."
You chuckle, sitting up straighter and leaning back on a palm. "Sure. Now, I don't know about you, but I think maybe it's time we move onto the... final exercise."
She quirks an eyebrow. "Um, are you sure you don't want me, to... use my mouth on you? I mean, it's only fair..."
"Honestly, I don't think you'd get a lot of practice in. All this foreplay's got me, well..." you gesture down to your twitching, diamond hard erection, throbbing and ready to plant itself deep within the women in front of you.
"Oh wow," she breathes as she sees what you're talking about, eyes going wide. "That actually looks kind of uncomfortable."
it is uncomfortable in the same way as not being able to fall asleep on Christmas Eve is. You're eager to dive right in and finally punch your V-Card, but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of you. Plus stalling with words will help keep you from blowing it with the first pump by giving the tension in your member time to unwind.
You don't say any of this, instead just shrugging. "It's fine. How about you? Ready now, or need a minute."
"Definitely need a minute," she answers, flopping her head back down to stare at the ceiling. "I'm still sort of tingling down there."
You nod even though she's not paying attention, and begin looking her over again. Even after eating her out, you still can't believe you're here right now, in bed with a naked girl. You don't think you could ever get tired of the sight. In fact, the more you look, the more beautiful you find her. The way her waist length hair fans out around her in a scarlet halo. Her unblemished skin, smooth and undamaged by the sun's harsh rays. Even her eyebrows, something you know she's been teased for relentlessly throughout her years in school, are more cute than off-putting. Absently, you realize she's still wearing a pair of black ankle socks, and reach out to poke the bottom of her foot.
She jerks it away. "What are you doing?"
You blink, snapping out of your odd reverie. "Sorry, I was just thinking it's kind of weird you still have your socks on."
"... I have poor circulation in my extremities, so my hands and feet get cold easily."
"Oh..." You bite the inside of your cheek, the need to fill the awkward silence building, but your mind struggles for a topic. "I'm gluten intolerant," you blurt out, causing the girl to slowly raise her head.
"Um, what?"
You feel your face begin to burn. "You told me about the circulation thing, so I just, you know, thought I'd share something, too, is all... Sorry."
She stares for a couple more seconds, before breaking out into giggles. You join her, tentatively at first, but soon, the both of you are full-on laughing.
"Well, thank you for sharing," she says, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'll be sure to keep bread far away from you in the future."
"And I'll turn the heat up next time you come over," you respond without thinking, not noticing Moondancer's expression change.
"... Next time?" She sounds confused, and it takes you a moment to figure out why.
"I-I mean, it's going to be while before college courses start up, we have the whole summer, and all, so I just figured we could... get more practice in." After blundering through your reasoning, you clamp your mouth shut and wait for her to reject the idea.
Instead, she she mumbles, "Um, sure, that... that sounds good."
You un-hunch your shoulders in surprise. "Really?"
Pushing the hair away from her eyes, she answers. "Y-yes... I mean, of course. It's only logical, if we have the time, and the more experience, the better, right?"
"Ah, yeah..." you respond, shocked.
She smiles shyly, looking up through a part in her long bangs. "I... I think I'm ready to continue now..."
You gulp, heart pounding against your rib cage. "Sure..."
You walk on your knees, moving up between her legs as she parts them for you until you're in position to fall forward. Holding yourself up with hands at either side of her shoulders, you hover, body parallel to her own. You look down into her nervous eyes, at the hands clamped firmly between her breasts, and can't stop yourself from tilting your head and dropping down for a kiss.
Unlike last time, you don't just graze your lips against her, but linger, deepening the kiss. It's clumsy and inexperienced, probably one of the most awkward kisses in the history of the act, but that doesn't stop the thrill that runs down your spine or the quivering of Moondancer's body.
Fingers brush pass your left cheek as she reaches around to the back of your head, pulling you gently closer. Surprisingly, it's her tongue that flickers out first, brushing against your lips in hopeful invitation. And of course, you accept, opening your mouth and greeting her with your own muscle.
She retreats, and you follow, skimming over her teeth and exploring the inside of her warm cavern, all the while dancing with her slick tongue. Turnabout being fair play, you guide her back to your own mouth, and the waltz continues for a few moments longer before you pull away to catch your breath.
"W-wow..." she breathes, eyes fluttering open.
With a string of saliva bridging your lips, you can't help but agree. "Heh, that's my line."
Using a thumb to wipe the spit away, sparing a moment to do the same for her, you reach down for your cock. "Should I... should I put it in now?" you ask, already bringing the tip to her folds.
Much to your surprise, a hand flies to your chest. "W-wait!"
"What? What is it? Do you want to stop?" You dread that she's about to change her mind, but instead she shakes her head.
"No, definitely not. It's just, we kind of forgot, um what about a condom?"
It takes a second for her words to register, and when they do, you face palm. "Riiight, good call," you say, sitting up. "Thanks for reminding me."
And you mean it, too. That was a rookie mistake that could have led to some serious problems down the road. This being your first time, you don't exactly trust your pull-out game just yet.
Picking your jeans up from the floor and rifling through the pockets, you pull out your wallet, and then the condom from there. Frankly, it still feels like a miracle you're getting to use it before the expiration date five years from now.
You just get done freeing it from the wrapper when Moondancer speaks up. "Hey, do you mind if I put it on?"
Thinking it strange, you look from the light-yellow rubber to her and ask, "Sure, I guess, but why?"
"Just practice, is all. Um, I would feel safer in the future if I could put them on myself. That way I can be sure it won't break, or anything."
"Do you know how to put them on?"
She nods vigorously. "Oh yes, we had to practice on bananas and cucumbers in sex-ed class, and the girls and I did it a few times at sleepovers for... Ah, preparedness' sake."
The way she blushes when she's finished has you suspecting there's more to it then that, and that Lyra is probably involved, but you don't push for more intel as you hand the condom over.
"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," you say as she sits up and takes it. You've practiced before, too, both in sex-ed, and on yourself, but you aren't the one at biggest risk here, so you can understand why she'd want to be sure the condom is on correctly.
You still watch closely of course to make sure she's doing it right. She may have to carry the potential child of any mess up, but you are certainly not ready to be a father.
There's no need to worry though as she pinches the tip of the rubber and smoothly rolls it down your length. "There, perfect," she comments with a satisfied bob of her head. "Now we're ready."
Smiling at the cute behavior, you grab her by her shoulders and ease her back into position. "Good, then let's pick up where we left off," you say huskily, grabbing hold of your latex-clad member once again. "You ready this time?"
She doesn't take her eyes off of yours as she visibly swallows and mutters, "Yes."
You look down between your bodies to properly align yourself, and ease the head in. The heat is nearly overwhelming, and you slow your insertion after the first inch. You both take shuddering breathes and her hands come to rest just above your hips.
"Okay," you begin. "I'll go slow, but it might still hurt some. At least that's what I've heard."
"Thanks," she murmurs. "You don't have to worry about my hymen, at least."
You cock an eyebrow at that, and she answers the unasked question. "A few years ago; it was a... zucchini accident."
You huff a little laugh. "Let me guess, a sleepover?"
She blushes fiercely, round cheeks puffing out. "So? Can we proceed, already?" she demands, trying to sound angry.
With another chuckle, you do as you're commanded, and sink another inch in. Her eyes clench shut and she bites her lower lip, prompting you to stop and ask, "You doing okay?" She nods, so you continue. Little by little, you enter her, slowly enveloping yourself in her moist heat until her dense pubic hair begins to tangle with your own.
It's odd, certainly not a sensation you would have ever associated with sex, but not discomforting. A moment later, you're pressed firmly against her, slid as far as you can go. Through the intense sensations engulfing your manhood, you can feel the very tip of it brushing against her deepest barrier, and the knowledge gives you some satisfaction.
Not too big, not too small. A perfect fit.
"How... how is it?" you find yourself asking between heavy breathes, staring down at her clouded expression.
Wonderful," she whispers, before seemingly returning to the world to stammer, "T-that is to say, it's... satisfactory."
You give a mock frown at that. "Just satisfactory, huh? Mmm, no, I think I liked your first answer more, let's get back to that."
"Wha-Aaah!" you cut her off by pulling yourself halfway free, before plunging back into her tightness.
her nails dig into your skin in her surprise, no doubt leaving marks, but the hint of pain only heightens your arousal as you pull out again, further this time, and thrust. As amazing as she feels sheathed around you, the way she moans as you set a steady pace almost matches it. In fact, those sounds are what have kept you from finishing already; your desire to hear those little squeak and sighs of pleasure postponing your climax.
When she suddenly clenches almost painfully around you however, you nearly can't help it, forced to a stop just as much by her blistering insides and grip on your waist as by your desire to delay your orgasm for as long as possible.
She's panting hard when she finally comes down from her orgasmic high, her hands migrating to rest on your back as she can't maintain a hold with her slackened fingers anymore. Your breathing matches hers, and you find yourself wondering just how long the two of you have been going at it.
The thought is almost mystifying; that this girl could make you lose track of time so thoroughly. It could have been five minutes, or fifteen. All you know for sure is that it's been long enough to make you winded, though perhaps that's not the best indicator of time, seeing as you don't exactly do cardio on a regular basis.
Regardless, this little break is quite welcome. "That's two now," you note teasingly between breathes. "You're falling behind, Mooney."
She glares weakly, giving your shoulder blade a limp slap. "Oh be quiet you. You're starting to sound like some sort of jock."
"Well, from what I've gathered from our little experiment so far, I'm apparently a prime specimen of malehood," you boast, getting your partner to roll her eyes.
"We'll see about that when we're finished. All the data hasn't been collected, yet. Now..." Suddenly, Moondancer's pussy gives a squeeze, a small grunt emanating from the back of her throat. "Let's continue."
Hands sliding down to your ass cheeks, you're the one who yelps this time as she grasps them firmly and pulls your hips down into her while bucking her own upwards. With a wet smack, you're once again sheathed fully, the head of your cock pushing more firmly than ever against her cervix, causing the girl to wince.
You start to pull out, asking if she's alright, but get interrupted as you hear that little grunt again, feel her tighten, and she forces you down once more.
"No," she growls, pressing you so hard against her that you can feel her pubes tickling your waistline. "No more stopping until I make you cum."
This is certainly a side of the nerdy girl you haven't seen before, so domineering, but before you can ponder too deeply on it, a hand grabs the back of your head and yanks you down, smashing her lips to yours. You decide then that it doesn't matter what brought this on, because you like it very much.
She doesn't have to prompt you this time as you withdraw to the tip only to thrust back in as hard you you can. Unlike your last kiss, this one is less like a waltz and more like a wrestling match, her tongue shoving yours back into your mouth. Briefly, you wonder if she's trying to start a boxing match with your tonsils, but the sudden ache in your hips draws your attention away.
Apparently not satisfied with the speed of your long, hard thrusts, Moondancer uses the hand on your behind to start pulling you down again, then bucking so hard as to actually bounce you back into the air, much to the mattress' squeaking protest. A distant part of your mind comments that this is probably how the zucchini felt, but it's drowned out by the rest of you're frazzled psyche trying handle the intense pleasure blanketing it.
The invading muscle slips free from your mouth with a slurp as Moondancer hisses, head forced back into the pillow. The rhythmic clenching of her velvety folds starts to hasten, and you realize she is nearing her third climax. You'd boast about the three to zero lead, but you're sure that won't be the case if the building pressure in your abdomen is any indication.
Eh, one to three is still pretty good.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" you can't finish in time, but it doesn't matter as Moondancer is hardly listening, reaching her peek as you thrust all the way in one last time and stay there. You've never cum so hard in your life, ropes of seed splattering against the condom with every minute jerk of your hips, nothing but a thin layer of rubber keeping it from her wanting womb. By the eighth blast you start to fear for the contraceptive's integrity and consider trying to pull out, but luckily, the flow starts to drop off, and you're left shakily falling on top of your weary partner.
Her hands don't move from where they are, holding you in a weak embrace as you both pant hot breathes into the crooks of each others necks.
"T-that was... That was..."
"That was amazing," you finish her thought while shakily pushing yourself up on your elbows. Your limbs are like noodles however, and you barely manage to fall sideways to avoid crashing on top of Moondancer. You've never felt so drained before in your life, both literally and figuratively.
Sluggishly, you reach down to pull the filled condom from your rapidly softening cock, tossing it lazily onto the floor beside you. It's gross, sure, but right now, you lack the energy to properly dispose of it.
"So I performed well?" Moondancer pipes up, still spread eagle as she turns her head to look at you.
You meet her gaze and nod with a light smile. "It was amazing for a reason. Maybe a little... intense, their at the end, but still..."
She smiles sheepishly. "Sorry if that was a bit... unorthodox. I guess I did get a little carried away."
You shake you head. "No, no, I liked it, just giving my feedback, is all. Most guys like to brag about how the girl can't walk after, not the other way around."
She gives a nervous chuckle. "Noted. Anything else?"
You reflect on the question, and add, "Yes, actually. That clenching thing you did when you got, uh, carried away? That was pretty great. You were doing it on purpose, right?"
"Um, yes, at first, at least. I read about it in an... an erotic novel, and I thought it would be good to learn."
"A book, eh?" you question before chuckling. "Why am I not surprised, nerd."
"Hey!"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing," you assure quickly, holding back more laughter. "I'm a nerd, too, remember? And... and it makes you cuter, I think."
"Oh... Thank you."
The two of you lay there in silence for a few moments before she speaks again. "So... Now what? Should I... Should I leave?"
The question has your heart jump as you unconsciously grab hold of her hand.
"No! Uh, I mean, there's still more to practice, like, uh, spooning. That's part of the whole sex-thing, too, right? You've gotta make sure you can do that well, too."
She blinks a few times before smiling lightly. "Y-yeah, right."
She shivers, making you realize the thin sheen of cooling sweat and... other fluids on both of you.
"Okay, lets, just, uh, get under the covers and... and practice cuddling."
The two of you awkwardly work the covers aside and slip underneath before she sidles up with her back to your chest. You wrap your arms loosely around her middle as she curls in some, her head coming to rest just under your chin. The clammy skin between you quickly warms in this position, sticking some, but still an improvement over braving the cold air above the blankets.
Her bottom is pressed against your groin, something that would usually have you stiff as a board, but after the orgasm you just had, you'll be lucky if you can get hard again by next week. She laces the fingers of one hand with yours, and the two of you fall into a peaceful silence.
Idly, you rub your thumb across the top of her knuckles, reflecting on the night. This certainly isn't how you imagined events playing out when you went to that party. Sure, you had hoped beyond hope to finally lose your virginity, but your efforts were token at best, and directed at the class knockout, not the little bookworm you were currently folded around. Despite the unexpected outcome, you can't say it's been unpleasant. In fact, you can't seem to imagine things being better.
Suddenly, you're pulled from your musings by a loud growl, followed by a nervous giggle. "Heheh, sorry. Guess I worked up a bit of an appetite from our... activities."
Your stomach chooses that moment to make its agreement known with an equally loud rumble. "Heh, guess me to," you answer. "Um, I don't really know how to cook, but there's a couple cans of Spagoots in the kitchen."
She perks up, the hair atop her head tickling your jawline. "I like Spagoots," she says, a hint of eagerness in voice.
You roll your eyes, not believing how adorable this girl could be, before making to stand up. "I'll go put them on the stove. You can stay here under the -Ah!"
"What? What's the matter," she asks, sitting up and holding the blanket to her chest, apparently feeling the need to protect her modesty now that you two weren't actively going at it. You couldn't really consider the silly behavior as an ache in your hips began to flare to life.
The post-coitus chemicals were beginning to fade from your system, allowing you to feel the myriad of bruises blooming on your pelvic region. Looking under the covers, you comment, "Ahh, I'll probably be fine after a couple days rest, but Moondancer... I think you fractured my pelvis a little."
The skepticism is clear on her face as she leans over to look. "Oh, I'm sure you're exaggerating. It can't be that- oh, holy-moly! I did that!?"
"Wait, do you not feel any pain," you question with your own skepticism. Surely she couldn't have come out unscathed when you didn't. With skin as soft as hers, she must bruise like a banana.
She checks herself over, pushing tentatively along her own pelvis. "No... I'm perfectly, fine, but then how could you have-"
"I... think I have a hypothesis," you interrupt, looking at where her hands were just a moment ago. Specifically, the impressive mass of curly, scarlet hair. You point. "I don't exactly have the same amount of...cushioning as you do, after all. Guess there is a good reason to go all-natural."
She blushes. "That- no- that's just ridiculous. That can't be why... could it?"
You shrug, then wince, laying slowly back down. "Well, whatever the reason, I don't think I can get up quite yet."
"I- I am sooo sorry," Moondancer apologizes, looking genuinely guilty. "I can't believe I did that. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Maybe be a bit more gentle next time," you say before your stomach growls again. "... and maybe go make those Spagoots for us. They should be in the pantry, middle shelf, and the can opener is in the drawer to the left of the sink."
She nods determinedly, standing up on wobbly legs. "Of course, I'll go do that," she says, swiping her sweater off the ground and tossing it over her head before grabbing her glasses from the night stand. As she reaches the door, she stops, and turns around. "And again, I am really, really sorry about... that."
you wave it off with a smile. "Hey, it was pretty awesome while it was happening, don't worry about it."
She gives one last, bashful smile before finally leaving. You let yourself relax completely into the mattress with a sigh, ignoring the pain from below with a content smile. Even temporarily bed ridden as you are, you certainly won't complain about your night. Honestly, if it meant a pretty girl making you Spagoots in bed, you'd be okay with her crushing your pelvis again. And besides, it really did feel pretty darn good.
... She didn't put her panties back on when she left. She's currently down in your kitchen, cooking you a meal while wearing nothing but a baggy sweater... Damn that's hot.
Author's Note
I hope I captured the awkwardness of a couple of nerdy virgins having their first time, and that at least some of you enjoyed it.
Any corrections would be appreciated as there was no editor for the story.
