Shy James and Innocent Akiko

**Hello all, this is my first time really writing erotic fiction publicly, so be warned that this might be a bit rough around the edges at first, as I tend to write early in the morning on my phone when I have a fresh batch of ideas. I plan on reviewing and rewriting most of it after the fact once I have some free time, so hopefully the writing quality will improve! If you have any feedback, I would love to hear it, as well as future suggestions for the story direction in general.**

James always had been perverted, his mind full of fantasies he could barely admit to himself, let alone share with his sweet girlfriend Akiko. At 24, he was a shy, ghostly pale guy with dirty blonde hair and a wiry, twinkish frame—5’7” and smooth-shaven, partly because of Akiko's distaste for even a hint of fuzz. His 4-inch cock, thin and spent in just seconds, was its own form of quiet humiliation, especially when he pictured himself trying to please her. As a porn addict, James spent a vast amount of time consuming more and more filthy content, feeding perverted urges he buried deep down: Akiko cuckolding him with a masculine stranger with a BBC, her soft voice purring in submission under a firm hand, her innocence twisted into masochistic moans for someone else's pleasure. He imagined her branded a race traitor, ravished by someone bigger, stronger—someone with a “real” cock—while he watched, helpless and aching from the sidelines. But to her, he was a shield, a protector of her untouched purity, and that role kept his darker cravings locked away.

Akiko, at 18, was a stark contrast to James: a walking stereotype of an e-girl, all “UwU”s, “nya”s, and catlike giggles. Barely 4’10”, she had thick thighs, a plump, bubbly butt, and a jaw-dropping 32DDD chest peaked with small brown nipples. Her shaved pussy and flawless skin only fueled James’s obsession, though she remained unaware of his desires. Sexually, she was a blank slate—never touched herself, never had an orgasm, and carried no erotic fantasies of her own. But she wasn’t without quirks. Akiko was extremely racist towards anyone not Asian or white, her face grimacing with a hidden revulsion James found cute—and only stoked his fantasies of her trembling beneath someone she'd spit at, her disgust melting into ****, broken moans.

Over the past week, a subtle change had crept into Akiko's demeanor: her usual bright and aloof voice took on a more flustered edge. "James, I feel... sticky" she'd complain, shifting on the couch as her thighs rubbed together under her pink skirt. "It feels so weird down there, nya... So warm..." Her cute face would dart to the floor, blushing as she held her legs together tightly, ashamed by the heat pooling between her shapely legs. James had acutely noticed the shift, her breathing coming in soft gasps, the subtle squirming of her round hips. His heart thudded with a mix of tenderness and erotic hunger, but he was paralyzed on what to do. He wanted to guide her trembling form into pleasurable release, but his own inexperience and fear of scaring her off with his twisted needs loomed upon him like a wall. To add onto his jumbled thoughts, his dark fantasies twisted the impulse—visions of a faceless man barked orders at her through a screen, training her into pleasing herself while James watched on, small and useless. That was, until one night in his browsing of online forums when he discovered an app that he would soon come to regret ever downloading.

“Hey, uh… honey?” James stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice shaky as he sits down beside Akiko on their couch. “I know we’re kinda clueless about… y’know, sex stuff. I found this app—some people on there really know their stuff. Maybe they could, uh, guide us?” James says, omitting the more racy parts of the app as he talks about it. He shifts in his seat, trying to conceal the bulge forming at the thought of actually suggesting all of this as he talks to Akiko. “They are a bit… forward... with their sexuality on here though, so I’ll protect you and be the one to talk to all those dirty people, there's bound to be some more normal people too.”

“An... App? Are you sure about that? I don’t know…” Her voice became noticeably softer, as she hugs her knees to her chest, curling up into a ball as she usually does when she gets embarrassed. “Talking to other people about… that feels so... um…”

“Honey, we aren’t meeting up with them, its only in an app so we can always just stop talking to them if we want to. I’m not very good at all of this, and you get nervous so easily so I think we’re gonna need some outside help.” He hugs Akiko to try and ease her anxiety, while also hiding his own too. “How about we just try it and see what happens? We live in a big city and its a pretty unknown app, so the odds of us actually running into anyone on here are virtually impossible.”

“I-I guess… if it’s just an app,” Akiko whispered, peeking up at him with wide eyes. “You’ll make my kitty stop feeling so… sticky, right?” She buried her face in her hands, a soft "nya" escaping from her embarrassment.

James gulped involuntarily, his pulse quickening at taking this step. “Yeah, and they might be able to help you with getting more comfy with this stuff. I’ll handle the profile, find us a good guy to teach the both of us.” Akiko tensed up, her fingered twisting the edges of her skirt—men in general made her nervous, especially ones she couldn't picture as 'safe' like James.

"O-okay, um, I guess that's fine." she muttered, barely above a whisper at this point. "But you'll talk to him right? Not me?"

"I promise." James says, squeezing her shoulder as she rests her head on him.

*As a side note, this is based on my own relationship, with names adjusted to protect both of our identities. Everything else is pretty much true to the best of my knowledge.*