Hot and Heavy

John wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he fumbled with the remote. He felt flushed, a whole spectrum of emotions racing through his hormone-addled mind. If this were one of the anime he was browsing, his irises would be spirals. He felt something bordering on being a kid at Christmas, and a panic attack. Not quite hyperventilating, his mind was racing a million miles a minute.

Before he could settle on a series, he heard the tap in the bathroom turn on for a few moments, then shut off. Jane confidently strode into the room, standing between John and the TV, hands on her impressive hips. "So, did you wanna Netflix and chill, or get right down to brass tax? I'm ready either way." she smiled seductively, John's heart racing. "I can tell you are too!" she gave a little jiggle and bounce, watching as John's pants were straining to hold their ward. John's starving, forlorn eyes tracing her figure made Jane feel powerful.

"U-um, well...I'm ready however you want to go about this. Honestly I'm a little torn in the approach." Jane looked at him quizzically, walking over and sitting next to him, resting hand on his knee. "What do you mean?"

"Part of me wants you to throw me down and take my virginity like you're playing capture the flag in Halo." Jane giggled again at the thought, she'd played a ton of Halo throughout the pandemic. "Definitely an attractive offer, but what's the other option?"

"Well, my skills are untested in a live environment, but I've been told that I'm pretty good at massages. If you'd permit me I'd love to explore your body, while trying to relieve any aches and pains that a martial artist like yourself surely has." Jane's heart was molten. Most men would have already torn off her clothes and gotten things over with. And they weren't even virgins! Here he was proposing foreplay! And now that he mentioned it, her left shoulder did ache a little after her previous sparring session.

"Mmmm both sound delightful, but I don't think I can refuse that second option. Don't disappoint me though ok?" she winked. "Fair warning though -- I'll be less mad if you cum early and more upset if you give me a crummy backrub." John blinked, he couldn't tell if she was joking, but he didn't intend to disappoint her. He decided to take it in stride. "Well that's good because I don't give bad backrubs." intentionally leaving off any reference to cumming early. He'd be surprised if he could peel his plastered underwear off his dick at this point.

Grabbing her soft hand, John stood up and led Jane to his bedroom. "Please make yourself comfortable, I gotta grab my massage oil and a condom." he said as he started rummaging around his drawer as Jane removed her dress and unhooked her bra. John found the oil fast enough, but the condom was hidden a little deeper in. He felt Jane's hand rest gently on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. I'm on birth control, and I tested clean after my last partner. Though you're still welcome to bag it if you're worried about making a mess." she giggled. Jane was beginning to have fun with this virgin.

John shrugged, "If you say so. If you'll let me I was planning to try eating you out a little too so it's not like fluids aren't getting swapped some way or another." We'll need to work on the dirty talk. Jane thought to herself as she lowered herself into John's spacious bed. _He has all this empty space to himself every night? _She marveled. John was tall, standing at around 6'5" and a bit thick, but this was clearly a bed meant for two people. She felt snug in her twin bed, but the one or two times a partner had shared it had been cramped regardless of their size.

"Erm, I'm going to remove my pants but leave my underwear on for now, I've been feeling really cramped for a while now." he narrated awkwardly, considering Jane was already naked behind him. She didn't say anything more than a quiet "mhmm" in acknowledgement as she swept the braids off of her back and rested her face on the pillow.

John turned around and took in the sight before him. Jane was in better shape than anyone John had a right to be with. Granted, some of her already prominent features had been accentuated by the app, but most of what was there had already been present. Her near-flawless mocha skin, her hard-earned muscles crafted by years of dedication to a martial art, her beautiful, full head of braids which were currently spilled across the bed on the side opposite John.

He also couldn't help but take note of her breasts spilling out from her armpits, her arms currently resting in front of her. She had her eyes closed, looking serene and relaxed. His eyes working their way down, they lingered on her phattened but still well-toned ass, protruding welcomingly in the air. Both bubbles hiding their contents enticingly just out of view. His eyes traced the curve of her muscled legs, with just enough fat to accentuate the muscle rather than detract from it.

Grabbing the bottle of oil, he held it comfortably distant from Jane's face. "Hey I'm going to get started, but I wanted to make sure there wasn't anything you're allergic to in the bottle. Is this fine?" Jane opened her eyes and inspected the bottle, giving John the green light. He squirted it into his hand with a gross "PFRRRRRRT" noise, which made both of them giggle like the immature adults they were.

"I'll start on your shoulders and work my way down. Let me know if I'm not applying enough pressure," he gave a very light squeeze, like an IT nerd afraid to shake hands "Or too much?" he put about 70% into the next squeeze, which elicited a gentle moan from Jane. "Was that too--" "No, let me cut you off right there. If you ever hear a woman make a noise like that and not tell you to stop touching her, then you keep doing whatever you're doing until you get tired of doing it." after a moment of stunned silence she added, "Well, get back to it!" and John resumed. Servicing her neck and shoulders, he could already feel her increased warmth at his touch. As he finished working on her neck, he placed a gentle kiss on Jane's neck, which elicited a gentle noise from Jane. He worked his way down her arms, lavishing her muscles with attention. He could feel Jane melting at his touch. He paid special attention to her forearms and carpal tunnel. On top of martial arts, she'd been using a cramped laptop for school work and he could feel the familiar tension throughout. Each new wet moan a confirmation that he was moving in the right direction.

He continued down her back, bracing both hands together and using a pumping motion on her back. Her confirmations continued. As he trailed her hidden forbidden holy grounds, he decided to move on to her legs instead and vocalized as such. Instead of just grabbing a leg and rubbing it though, he climbed between her legs and rested his back gently on her butt. He could feel a slimy fold up against his lower spine. His boner threatened to rip a hole in the space time continuum.

The contact briefly shocked Jane, who was having trouble staying still. She'd been drooling into John's pillow for the past 10 minutes, ready for John's dick but not wanting him to stop what he was doing for even a moment. Why is this virgin so goddamn good at this, and how am I the first one to discover him? she pondered in the space between ecstasy. Then he pulled the power move of sitting between her legs while working on each. She could feel his dick resting against her leg while he worked his way from her thigh all the way down to her foot. He pushed in hard at her heel, which elicited the dirtiest moan yet from Jane. John stopped, which disappointed Jane. "Aww, we were just getting to the good part, why'd you stop?" she asked.

"I just...ugh, I kinda came." Jane suppressed a giggle. She'd cum a few times and he hadn't even done more than touch her thighs. Jane squeezed her legs around him in an embrace. "Baby so have I, whenever you're ready again you're welcome to go to town. Just be mindful that it's sensitive equipment ok?" He finished up her right leg, then climbed off of her back. She promptly flipped over and took in the man who'd been working on her the past twenty minutes or so.

He still had his shirt and sodden underwear on; boy he wasn't kidding about not being very comfortable in his own skin. "Ok you can take those off now, there's nothing to hide between us. Unless of course you're secretly Mrs. Doubtfire or something ha ha ha" she joked, which snapped John out of the dumbstruck look he had on his face into a grin. He pulled off his shirt and peeled off his shorts, tossing them both into the hamper Jane hadn't noticed on the other side of the room. John had dark blonde hair, a wild wiry beard darker than his hair, with the occasional gleam of orange peppered in.

Her eyes traced down John's shoulders, noticing them stuck in a permanent slouch. On his chest were a pair of what Jane suspected were low-tier B-cups covered in a thick mane of fur, though she'd need to get out the tape measure to know for sure. And then have the discussion about how bra sizes worked. She was confident that the lack of support for his "guys" combined with the need to hide his appearance from his peers contributed to his perpetual slouch. She took note of his enlarged areola, definitely bigger than most guys with man boobs. That couldn't have been easy growing up. She empathized with the male. He'd suffered a lot of pain which caused him to repress so many experiences.

Further below, she spied the belly from the picture he'd sent her earlier in the week. While still not flat or chiseled by any stretch of the imagination, it was hardly a pot belly or beer gut. It was more the fat of someone who liked to sit around playing video games and eating snacks all day, but had started working on trimming the fat. There were a few stretch marks, but they were only noticeable when the light hit his skin at just the right angle. John's sides flared out making an almost pear shape. She could tell a lot of his weight was distributed in his lower half and thighs rather than his upper body. She couldn't wait to get her hands on those love handles. While trimmed, she could tell he let his body hair grow rampant. Some women might be into it, but Jane was indifferent.

Her eyes lingered down on his member, struggling to re-erect itself in spite of the tiny white residual drip she saw protruding from the tip. While it was by no means the biggest cock she'd ever seen, it was at least a little bigger than average; if not by much.

Jane pulled herself up on to her elbows, and made a 'come here' motion with her finger. As John approached, she gently grabbed his dick and steered it in front of her face, then quickly licked up the drip, making sure John could see her playing with the drop on her tongue before swallowing. His dick sprang into throbbing attention, as Jane motioned to her dripping cunt. "I know you wanted to eat me out but we can always do that later, we both need this now."

This time, John climbed between Jane's legs with intention. Making sure he wasn't going to accidentally spear her where she wasn't expecting, John pushed his throbbing head into Jane's quivering pussy. He could feel the moist dampness contract around his dick as Jane moaned. He was not going to be able to keep this up for long. He wanted to cheer, but he was so engrossed in the act that his mind had all but shut off and reverted to animalistic instinct.

John started a rough rhythm, and Jane was reminded again that this was his first time. She could tell he was almost afraid to cum inside her, in spite of her birth control. She decided to take matters into her own hands, remembering his earlier words about being thrown down on the bed. Her years of martial arts coming in handy, within a few moments she had their positions reversed, now riding John cowgirl style face-to face. She lowered her massive breasts to meet John's, and pulled him into a rough kiss while gently biting his lower lip before sitting back up and continuing the ride.

Without much warning, she felt John's dick tense up inside her, and spill a load all over her insides. Instead of letting up, Jane squeezed in deeper to John's pelvis, and increased her gyrations. John was moaning now, she could see his hands gripping the bed for dear life.

She was going to make sure he never forgot his first time. With a few more thrusts, Jane felt her own pleasure centers getting close to running over. She pulled herself off John with a wet popping noise, then flopped next to him and frantically rubbed at her clit. "FwoooOOOooOAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed in ecstasy. A fountain of both of their cum spashed out from her pussy onto the bed sheets.

They both laid back sweaty and panting.

John rustled in his night stand, pulled out a blunt. He lit it up, took a quick puff, then handed it to Jane. She took a few puffs and passed it back.

Goddamn why was that virgin so fucking good at this?

[quick edit, I'm pretty much tapped out on this one. Just a few loose ideas I'll drop here either for myself for later or someone who wants to continue what I started.

The next direction I was going to take this was unlocking "costume" functionality, which would change the subject's personality/appearance accordingly. Planned scenarios were:

- maid outfit (hired slutty servant that happily does anything)

- pregnancy outfit (fake pregnancy that the subject believes is real)

- Slut outfit (turns the subject into a sex-obsessed nypho, complete with piercings)

- Bimbo Outfit

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Have fun everyone, may you all find love and happiness in your life in spite of how lonely and hopeless you may or may not feel right now. It's out there and waiting. Don't give up.