Let me introduce this by saying that I totally, completely forgot that I wrote this. I literally just found it in some cloud storage. The date when I wrote this corresponds with when I was breaking up with my last girlfriend, early May last year. I know for a fact that I was so fucking high, because I had to live with her for a month after I broke up with her. That’s probably why I forgot I wrote it. Apparently I had a whole world planned out. As I read it, I can remember most of what I was getting at.
All of that to say, that I really mean it when I say that ***if you like this, please tell me and I will write more.*** I’ve been practicing writing every day anyway, so it would be fun to jump back into this world if there’s enough interest.
Anyway, the story:
(The people in this story are the same age, FYI.)
Abby and David sat next to each other, naked, sprawled on the couch, the light from the TV flickering over them. Their eyes were half-closed, weighed down by the indulgences of the day. Both of them sat slouched with their legs open. Abby sat next to him, her left knee touching his right thigh.
She began touching herself. Her right hand migrated over her thigh and through her pubic hair, a fingertip gently pushing open her cleft, sliding over her most sensitive spot. She massaged it slowly, as not to alert David.
Abby looked at him. He seemed entranced in the program. It was something violent, fast, loud, and flashy – just enough sensory overload to distract him. He was tall, but lanky. A thin black line extended from his belly button to his pubes, which were few. Abby grinned. The hair was a relatively new feature of his. There were also wisps of it in circles around his nipples. His face, on the other hand, hadn’t sprung hair yet, but was still rounded by the baby fat that comes with a life of comfort and inactivity. He had big black locks of hair and brown eyes.
David was a young, cute guy, but Abby was tickled at seeing his inner man emerge more every day. Her girlfriends (and more than one boy friend) had begun asking about him and including him in their gossip. He was oblivious, of course, and probably for the better. He had once told her that he felt really intimidated by everything to do with sex – flirting, dating, the act itself, and any possible competition. His mix of anxiety and desire in relation to sex was a frequent topic of discussion between the two friends. Too frequent, she thought. He’d relax a bit more once he finally lost his virginity that night.
Her mind wandered and she thought about her first time. It was a ceremonial occasion as it was for everybody else in the tribe. After the Full-Moon Ritual in which she and a few others celebrated their first Becoming, she had paired up with a guy for whom it was also his first time. It was quick, and mercifully so. The ritual didn’t require sex, but the after-party in which virgins sought to lose their flowers was a tradition. The guy she paired with was cute enough, but she was uncomfortable with the openness of the affair. There were only a few bushes and trees separating them from the rest of the celebration, and Abby didn’t share the widely-held preference for public fucking that most of her tribe did. The guy was nice, but she fucked him more out of a desire to participate and have fun then she did out of lust. Once he came (and it didn’t take long), she high-fived him, climbed off the now-drowsy new adult, dusted herself off, and found her friends.
She imagined some girl doing the same to David, climbing on mostly to humor him. It wouldn’t be an uncommon experience among males his age, but David was sensitive. His feelings would be hurt if he didn’t think his first partner really, really liked him.
Abby grinned a bit at that thought. She loved David. He was a mostly innocent, empathic guy with whom she had shared many fond memories. However, she was always surprised how seriously he took sex, and all the ideas he attached to it usually brought him more misery than happiness. He once told her that he wanted to raise a family all on his own, with no help from grandparents or surparents. He had a real stick up his ass about wanting to raise his future (hypothetical) kids a certain way, even though he never could nail down what it was about their society that he didn’t want them to be a part of.
He has low self-esteem, she thought, not for the first time. It was a problem Abby didn’t have, and an important difference in their personalities that had driven a wedge into their friendship in recent years.
So she wondered about how he was going to do after the full-moon ritual that night. For most people, the experience ranged from good to mediocre. By definition virgins have no experience in sex, and though some people lost it before the full moon ceremony, most would wait until the ritual on their month of becoming.
“Mmm,” she said involuntarily, as she felt unexpected pleasure radiate from below. Her thoughts had drifted off but her fingers kept up their work. Now they were wet and beginning to make noise.
“Huh?” said David, looking to his right. Her eyes met his, and she grinned. He then looked down at the hand she had placed in her bush. “Oh. What do you have going on there?”
“You know, I was just thinking about your virginity,” she replied.
“You’re touching yourself and thinking about how I haven’t had sex?”
“That’s right.”
He had been trying to be smart but the implications of that statement finally sunk in. Suddenly her grin took on a mischievous air. David felt his stomach jump, and an electric current ran up his spine. He felt warmth and pressure growing between his legs.
She saw. His cock throbbed, growing slowly, protruding more acutely from his pubic hair. Its head grew bigger under puckered foreskin.
“And what’s going on over here?” she continued, her free arm venturing over his thigh. She brushed and played with his pubes, stopping short of his shaft.
“It’s, uh, a perfectly natural reaction,” he stammered. She was still playing with herself, audibly penetrating her cunt with two fingers now. The shlick-shlick sound echoed in David’s head, and he grew harder.
“Tell me about your becoming,” she said, groaning as she did so.
“My becoming?” He wanted so badly for her to reach down just a little farther. He ached for those delicate fingers to wrap themselves around his cock and
“How did you know? Did it happen by itself or did you help it along?”
“Oh.” His face reddened. “I helped it along.”
“Yeah?” She began slightly moving her hips in motion with her penetrating hand. “Was it on purpose or were you just playing with yourself?”
His cock was fully hard now. His foreskin rolled back, revealing his spear-like cockhead. A thin stream of clear fluid trickled out from its tip. Abby’s fingers brushed the top and bottom of his cock, and it jumped with every touch. He wanted it, bad.
“Both. I was pulling on it, and just generally playing with it, and…” his voice trailed off as her fingers closed on his throbbing member. The warmth of her hand felt so good. Waves of pleasure erupted outward from his pelvis.
“And?” she cried, her back arching. Her breasts rolled slightly over her chest as she threw her chin back. She collapsed on the couch, one hand still firmly wrapped around David’s cock. She was using her fingers to gently spread the juices around his cock head, and it felt like heaven to him.
“And I found one thing that felt really good. I just stroked it, up and down. I had this intense feeling like I was building up to something. Like, there was this intense pressure, and this intense… wanting, is the only thing to call it. And then it felt like I was just draining myself. Suddenly all the pressure gave way and I felt warm and comfortable. And I was sticky. Ah!” Her wet fingers on his throbbing cock felt good. They felt amazing.
She leaned forward, and stood up off the couch. She then turned in front of David and lurched forward, planting one knee on one side of him and a foot on the other side. Her wet, pink-red cunt hovered above his cock. One of her hands massaged her clitoris, while the other grabbed David’s cock. She slowly positioned herself over it, ready to take his virginity.
“Wait, wait,” he said, making no motions to stop her. “I can’t have sex with you yet. The ceremony is tonight. I’ll be recognized as an adult and then…”
She stopped. Intercourse postponed.
“Then,” he said, “we can do this whenever we want.”
“Okay,” she said, beginning to rise. She pretended not to care.
“Wait!”
She fell down toward him, her hands planted on either side of his shoulders. She was sitting on his cock now, but it was against his belly, and not inside her. “Yes?”
“Maybe we can put it in once. Just once, so I can feel what it’s like without a condom.”
She rocked back and forth on his incredibly stiff cock. It kind of hurt, but he was too horny to notice.
“Maybe,” she said. She rocked back and forth a bit more. David was beside himself with longing. Abby was beautiful. and her breasts were in his face. Her nipples were hard. He reached up and caressed one, cupping it. She sucked in air through her teeth. She needed it too.
“Nope!”
David stuttered. “Nope?”
“Nope, I’m sorry,” said Abby, standing up again. “You’re going to have to wait until you’re officially a man. Don’t want anybody to think I’m a pedophile.”
“Uuugggh,” David groaned.