A story of how I [F] took the virginity of a cute friend [M] who has a mild Haphephobia (fear of being touch/touching)

This is a story of how I took the virginity of my friend who is the cutest and the strangest person. I don’t think he formally diagnosed with Haphephobia since phobia are not usually diagnosed. I am using a new account because I think he’ll be a bit upset if he knows I share this story, even though he doesn’t use reddit, we sometimes browse reddit together using my main account.

This happened 2 weeks ago, but a bit of description and backstory first. I am 24 years old, doing a master in psychology. 5’7, medium build, 34C. Chestnut brown hair down to just north of the middle of my back. I had a boyfriend in my final two years of undergraduate, but sadly, we had to break up when we graduated because neither of us wants to have a long distance relationship, and neither of us was going to stop pursuing what we were pursuing professionally. And since then, I only had dates here and there, nothing serious.

I met Jensen last September at a party. He showed up late, after the party already began to die down a bit, and some people were leaving to go other parties or wherever. Turns out, he is friend of the guys live in that house. Apparently he always comes later because he doesn’t like big, loud party but still want to hang out with his friends, it just so happen that I always left before he shows up. Jensen is 5’10, Asian, 21 (20 during the party), and quite good looking. One thing I remember from that night was that when he was offered alcohol or weed, he said “No thanks, I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of a bunch of strangers.”, referring to me and few other people, and I thought that was pretty funny and also serves as a preview to his personality

For 3 months, I only saw him when I go to that house and stay late. The first few times I saw him, he was still quiet and cold with me, and I genuinely thought that he dislike me. So I asked one of his friend about it, and he told me Jensen needs to feel the vibe of a person before he is comfortable being himself around that person, it just he takes more time to do that than most people.

He got more and more comfortable around me. There were like 7 of us one time, again after the party had died down. We were just chilling, drinking and smoking weed. I guess Jensen must’ve felt comfortable with everyone, he started smoking as well and chimed in more often in the conversation, and dropping funny witty comment here and there.

We bonded over our similar taste in music and he is actually very intelligent, he is one of those people who know a bit about many things, so it is very fun to chat with him. He is almost like a different person from the cold, quiet that was the first time I met him; to funny, confident, and intelligent yet humble that was once he was comfortable. At that point, I was, if anything, intrigue by him. I suppose it was because he is a rather uncommon person, and it tickles my psychology brain.

We started hanging out outside of that party house, usually with other people. One time, Jensen, me, and three other friends went to a pub together. One of them had just won some money from the casino and said he would buy the first two rounds. Oh, I forgot to mention this, Jensen always says that he is bad with alcohol, so he smokes but rarely drink. Somehow, someone convinced him to drink that day. After two free gin and tonic, his face was so red, in fact, his arms and legs were also very red, he has a serious case Asian Flush. He let us check his pulse with his wrist, it was beating fast and his skin was very warm. One of the other friends, Sarah, and I were keep teasing him, saying how cute he was and how hot he was in the literal sense. He was very self-conscious about it. Watching him flustering had me turned me on a bit, but at the time, I just thought it was because of the alcohol. But next morning when I woke, I was just thinking about how cute he was when he was flustering. So I decided to try something. Few days after that, we were going to study in a coffee shop together. When I saw him, I just walked up with my arms open and was going to just hug him. Hilariously, he did a comedic frowny face and backed away from my hug, I looked kinda stupid there. Then it was just the usual stuff, but for a reason I forgot, the conversation naturally led to me asking him what types of girl he likes. And he said “Oh, we are definitely not close enough to talk about this yet.” I was a little bit disappointed thinking that and his unwillingness to hug me was a sign of rejection. However, at the same time, I also thought maybe we really just weren’t close enough, after all, it did take him a few meetings before he was comfortable being himself around me. Maybe he just need more time to feel the vibe again.

Then, COVID happened. School went online so my roommate and most of my friends went home. So all of my in-person social interaction reduce to only with a few people in a bubble, including Jensen. During this time, Jensen and I got closer. Everything was closed because of COVID, so most of the time we would just get high, talk, watch movies/documentaries. He told me that he doesn’t like hugs because he dislikes touching people and being touched in general, and he told me he never have a girlfriend but also never wanted a girlfriend.

One evening two weeks ago, Jensen and some other friends were chilling at one of their place. I just came back from visiting my parents back home for two weeks and drove straight to them. They were already smoking and drinking, strangely, Jensen too was having some alcohol and his face was red once again, his ears in particular, was super red and more than just warm. I couldn’t have any since I still had to drive home. When we all decided to leave, I offered those who lives further for a ride home. Jensen lived the furthest, so I dropped off other people before heading to his place. He was just looking out the window and didn’t say anything, which is just something he does sometimes. It was late at night and he had a bit of alcohol, so I thought he was just feeling blue, but his face was still really red and he was just really really cute at that moment. So I asked him if he wants to come to my place for a little bit since we haven’t seen each other in two weeks. He just reply “Sure”, I honestly thought he would say no.

We arrived at my place, my roommate is still gone. I asked him if he wanted anything to drink or eat, he wanted tea. We talked for a bit, mostly just about what happened in the past two weeks. We smoked a bit more, then we sat on the couch together and started watching “Jiro Dreams of Sushi”, I absolutely recommend this if you have never seen it, a superb documentary. Jensen was just relaxing at one end of the couch and looking straight at the TV. I was nudging myself closer and closer to him. About 15 minutes into the documentary, I was leaning against his shoulder while his arm was still on the back of the couch. He didn’t resist or say no like I expected. We stayed like that for a little while.

During that, I was thinking of my next move. I am usually at the receiving end of things, so this actually got me pretty nervous, especially with him acting a bit strange that day. I was thinking if I messed that up, the consequences can range from “he feels uncomfortable and leave” to friendship ruined. I grabbed his attention, and asked:

“What is bothering you?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Would you like a massage?”

“No, you know I don’t like being touched.”

“I’ll only touch your shoulders.”

He paused for a good ten seconds, then said “Sure, why not.”

I led him to my room since the couch was too small. I told him to lie belly-side-down on the bed. I began massaging his shoulders through his shirt, but his shirt was very slippery. So I asked him to take off his shirt, which he didn’t want to, but I told him to it’s much easier for me to without a shirt, then he reluctantly took off his shirt.

Few minutes later, I told him to get up and sit on the bed. I was sitting beside him, face to face, I was looking into his eyes. He never had problem keeping eye contact with people, even when I first met him. But this time, he wasn’t looking at me, just kinda had his head slightly down, looking at the right of me, and no emotion on his face. I couldn’t read him at all, I just knew that if he is uncomfortable with this, he would’ve said something, so I must be doing something right. I lifted his head up by his chin, and he looked at me. And I just told myself, “just do it”, and I leaned in and kissed him. Worrying maybe this would freak him out, I stopped after a few seconds. And he said to me:

“That was my first kiss.” He said it sheepishly.

“I know.” I was still a little bit surprised even though I assume he had never kissed anyone just by the conversation we had. Usually he is funny, smart, and confident, and it’s not like he is ugly. Basically, what I meant is that he could’ve had his first kiss if he wanted.

“You’re gonna have to be very patient with me tonight, my nerve is all over the place.”

“That’s ok, we don’t have anything if you don’t want to.” I felt weirdly guilty about making him so nervous.

“I know” he said, and he smirked a little bit. Finally, a clear sign showing I am doing the right things. He let me feel his arm, and his muscles were so tense because of his nerve. I got him some more tea to calm his nerve.

After that, we sat on the bed together, and we kissed with just the lips for a few minutes. Then with the tongue as well. He let out a quiet little moan when my tongue enter his month. We kissed passionately for a while, my right hand was on the back of his head, and my left hand was caressing his naked back. During the entire time, his hands were just on his knees or on the bed, he wasn’t touching me at all. I was very turn on, but I wasn’t going to just jump on his dick.

After a while, I asked him if he wants to see me naked. He just nodded. I took my shirt and bra off, revealing my tits. And he was just staring at my tits and my stomach, month closed, heavy breath, and plain face. I don’t know what to make of his reaction, so I just asked him directly “What are you thinking.” And he said quietly “How can someone be better than perfect.” I swear, my heart definitely skipped a beat at that moment. I went in for another kiss on the lip, and another one on his cheek and neck. I saw his boner bulging hard under his jeans, so I remove his jeans, leaving him in his boxer only. He was still just looking at me with a plain face. I rubbed his thighs and calves with my hands, he was still quite tense. While I was rubbing his legs, he let out a small laughter and asked me:

“Do you think I should go see a therapist? I don’t understand why I am like this.”

“Maybe, but we can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Ok”

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked

He nodded. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits. I told him he can play with them anyway he wants. He lightly squeezed my tits and ran his hand down the side of my body to near waist, then touching my stomach and slowing bring it back up to my tits. I was looking him looking at me and was just thinking “he is just the cutest little thing, and he got so hard just by looking and touching my tits”. He was breathing heavier and heavier, and continued playing with my tits and occasionally touching my nipples and I would let out a quiet moan. At that point, I was completely wet, but I really wanted to make sure I was going at a pace that makes him comfortable. Seeing his hard dick stretching his boxer, I move my hands to remove his boxer, but he stopped me and said he wasn’t ready yet. I said ok and gave him a deep kiss. I asked him if he wants to see me fully naked, he nodded. I took off my jeans and underwear, I picked up my underwear, pointing at it and said to him, “Look at how horny you got me.” He smiled and seemingly less tense than before. I spread my legs on the bed so he can get a good view of my shaven pussy. Once again, he looked at it with a plain face. I asked him:

“What are you thinking this time?”

“You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen and I will never, ever forget this.” He sniffled a bit, seemingly wanting to cry, thankfully he didn’t, I wouldn’t know what to do if that had happened.

“Thank you.” I responded lamely.

I grabbed his hand and guide him around my pussy and again let him know he can touch me however he wants. He ran his hands up and down my legs and my pussy, but he didn’t stick his fingers in my pussy, so I asked him if he wants to. He said “No, maybe next time if there is gonna next time.” “ok” I responded, but was thinking to myself “Oh yeah, there is definitely going to be a next time”. I then turned around and show him my butt, admittedly there aren’t much there, but he seemed to like it and was playing with my butt and my thighs for a bit.

I didn’t know how take things further, so I just asked “Can I fuck you?”. He nodded, and I told him he needs to take his boxer off. He was still sitting on the bed, and took a couple deep breaths and took off his boxer. His face was turning red, but this time not because of alcohol. He seemed to be mortified by the fact that he was naked in front of a girl, but he shouldn’t. His pubic area was surprisingly clean, it was completely clean shaved (He later told me he just doesn’t like it when his pubic hair gets long, so he shaves it whenever he shaves his face, and he just so happened to have shaved the day of). His dick was about 5 to 5 and a half inch long, not too thick, not too thin, and precum was all over the head of his dick. I slowly and softly touched his dick, and he was almost trembling. He let out a breathy moan. I stroked his dick very slowly, and he let out another moan, and promptly dropped his back onto the bed. I played with his balls and the smooth skin around his dick, and his hands were just grabbing the bed sheet, and he was full on moaning now.

I moved his legs onto the bed and he adjusted himself so he was lying vertically on the bed rather than from side to side. Finally, I said to him,

“Are you ready to lose your virginity”.

He nodded and asked “What should I do?”

“Don’t think, just do what feels right to you, or don’t do anything if you don’t want to. I’ve got an IUD so don’t worry about cumming inside me”

I straddled him and gently slide down. We moaned simultaneously as I took in his dick, no issue going in as my pussy was already soaking wet. I started rock up and down slowly, and he was again grabbing the bed sheet. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits and said “Grab my tits instead”. He was grabbing my tits, playing it, and pressing on my nipples. After about 20 seconds of slow movement, I picked up the pace. His moans were heavier and heavier, his legs and his body were having a lot of moment, and I was playing with myself as well. And about probably a minute later, he let out the loudest moan and I could felt him shooting his big load into my pussy, and I continued riding him while rubbing my clit. He was still moaning, and with that, it was enough to push me over the edge and I cam not long after he cam (I can cum in a short time if I am super turned on). I fell on top of him, his chest touching mine, I would be a little bit upset if he pushed me away, but he didn’t. So I just lay on top of him with his dick still inside of me.

After catching our breath, we made out while I was still on top of him with his dick. This time, his hands were on back, playing with my hair and touching my back. I was going to get off him when his dick soften, but it never got softer than semi hard, and then it was hard again inside my pussy. So I got back up and began riding him again. He was once again moaning loudly. Using his cum as lube, I could go up and down very fast, and that was exactly what I did. He was moving and moaning in intense pleasure, and I kept on riding him. I think about a minute and a half later, he squirted his second load into my pussy. His face was red, whole body completely relax, breathing heavy from his month, staring right into my eyes, he seemed spent. I asked him “You like it?”, and he nodded. I again lie on top of him, kissing his cheek. Then I rolled off him as his dick gone soft. We cuddled together for a short bit but I told him we have to clean up before we sleep and we were both very tired. So we got up, and he was going to put his clothes back on, but I ask him if he can just keep them off for me. He nodded, and we went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up quickly and so did he, and I lightly touched his soft dick, and asked “Did you have fun?”, he said yes, I told him I had fun too, and kiss him on the cheek again.

When we got back to my room, we were ready to go to sleep. He put on his boxer and his shirt and said he can’t sleep naked. So I put my underwear and shirt on as well. We were both on the bed, looking at each other, and he said:

“Things that just happened that I didn’t think would happen today, losing virginity to a girl who is better than perfect.”

“You are so sweet.” I said to him.

“Thanks for being so patient with me.”

“Don’t thank me.”

“Yea, but, thank you.”

“Alright.”

Soon after that, we both shut our eyes, and it took me no time to fall asleep.

Woke up next day, and Jensen was not beside me and his stuff were not in my room anymore. I thought he just left, but he was just sitting at the living room with his phone. He seemed like his normal self, he made me breakfast and we talk for another hour before I drove him home. He didn’t want to talk about the night before yet, he said he needs some time to reflect all that happened, but I told him not to think too much.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifhbq4/a_story_of_how_i_f_took_the_virginity_of_a_cute