Quiet, Noisy Sex

Ava took Frank's meaning by being placed face-down, and properly assumed the "Face-down, Ass-up" position. Her rack might have been the most impressive change from whatever he unknowingly did to her in that dream, but she was the full package anyway. She didn't bother looking behind her, she wanted to cultivate his dominance, so sitting there and waiting to be his toy was her plan for now. She would only move from this to hump him or if he wanted to change positions. But Frank wasn't some sex god (at least not yet, who knows what he is after that dream), so she imagined that they would only be going one more round today.

Frank lined himself up, not bothering to ask her if she's ready. He kind of figured that after everything else he had permission. After taking a deep breath, he pushed in, forcefully. It felt nice. If "nice" was code for "this is what I'm biologically programmed to enjoy more than anything in the world." It was warm, it was wet, He felt her shudder under him, but heard no complaint. He began pulling back, and pushed back in, again the only sounds coming from his companion being heavy breaths muffled by his bedsheets and the occasional (cute) grunt.

Out, in, out, in. Frank hadn't done this before so he followed his instincts and began humping his girlfriend. Ava humped back, really it was the practical application for twerking. He imagined all virgin sex to look like this bizarre, endearing fumbling of two horny idiots, but enjoyed it all the same. Eventually he experimented a little and entered at a different angle at high velocity, eliciting a surprised squeak.

"Oh, let's try that again," he said confidently, and lifted her right leg over his right so as to hit that angle more comfortably, and proceeded to continue his ****. She clearly loved it. She gripped his sheets tightly, her leg that he placed behind him curled upward, he had her now. And before long, she shuddered one last time and went limp. 'I made a cheerleader cum before I did... kind of,' thought Frank proudly, until he remembered she already blew him. She turned her head to look up at him

"That was gre-" And he cut her off by going at it again. She had her turn, now it was his, and he let her know it by not making eye contact. He fucked like an animal, just trying to finish himself up. High on the events of the day, it didn't take long until he felt it happening, and **** himself in deep to let loose.

Frank began breathing heavily. It occurred to him he wasn't breathing as well as he should have during the event. "Yeah, that was great," he replied, acknowledging his Ava.

The two didn't cuddle. Frank waddled back into his desk chair and collapsed to continue his breather. Ava stood up and stretched before she began stripping his bed of her boyfriend's soiled sheets. She put her clothes on (sans shoes), gathered up the wadded ball of sweaty sheets, and began to leave the room.

"Where's your laundry room?" She asked in... a new tone. A happier one.

"Uh, down the hall, last door on the left," he responded, bewildered. She nodded and left the room, coming back a few moments later with a new set of bedsheets, and proceeded to make his bed. An act that he didn't know was so erotic. She looked to him for approval after finishing.

"Thank you..." was all that he could think of. The inside of Ava's head was as usual, a mystery. He was starting to like that. She walked up to him, grabbed him by the hand, and took him out of the room. Frank thought to protest, he was still naked after all, but when he saw she had started his shower, he understood.

"But.. you're clothed," he said.

"I've already showered twice today, and girls smell better anyway. Go clean up," and she closed the door on him.

"Right," Frank said to himself, "Showering after cheer practice, makes sense." Frank entered the shower and began washing off the stink of himself and his girlfriend. He lost his virginity, but his girlfriend's demeanor had somewhat... muted the cockiness he felt he would have felt with another equally hot girl. He was grateful to her. Frank was never good with quiet people, or attractive people, so the hot goddess with a muted personality that let sparks of something cuter leak out occasionally was a wonderful foray out of his comfort zone. Their relationship had been entirely physical at this point, so he wondered what it would develop into from here on. Though Ava seemed entirely accepting of everything about him so far, so he imagined it wasn't going to be an issue. Truthfully, it seemed like Ava's type was "Frank". A concept that made his heart flutter a bit.

After cleaning off, Frank left the shower, and smelled something frying. After returning to his room to dress (and get his new bird something to eat), he arrived at the kitchen to find his mother and his girlfriend cooking. Not wanting to disturb them, he looked around the room and found his father on the couch watching the news (the living room and kitchen were connected for a generalized common living area) and went over to him, expecting that he'd need to explain his girlfriend to him.

"When did you guys get home?" Frank asked his dad.

"Oh, just a few minutes ago. Don't worry, we didn't hear you," his father said knowingly. Frank hadn't really intended to keep up a façade, so he just sighed and sat down. "Nice job, by the way," Dad finished, approving of his son's hot girlfriend, while returning to the news. Frank decided to join him, he heard sounds from the kitchen that indicated Mom was getting to know his girlfriend and he didn't know how to inject himself in there.