Brief prelude

After your making out session, you sat together on the couch. She still had her body pressed against yours. Warm. It wasn't long before she fell asleep, hugging your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. Her air bags expanded and contracted peacefully against your torso.

You wrapped an arm around her. Your hand ran insecurely through her hair. In those moments you could see a delicate beauty that was shown exclusively to you. Tender, peaceful, a sea with no waves in sight. You stared at her for a long time until...

"Hey, my dear..." you whispered softly, "it's already getting dark."

She shook her head slightly. It took all your willpower not to kiss her as she yawned.

"How long did I sleep?" she asked, reciprocating your whisper.

"About an hour, dear."

She nodded slowly and weakly. You kept stroking her hair, without complaint. She hid her gaze and said:

"Sorry."

You startled. "That's not fair..."

She looked at you. Her pupils reflected some weariness.

"...I'm the one who should apologize to you." You had heard that somewhere, but couldn't remember where.

She didn't say anything, just looked away, and moved her head gently toward your collarbone, lowering her arms to embrace your torso. You hugged her completely, and heard her breathing deepen.

The latter worried you, so you grabbed her chin and moved her so that her face was visible to you.

"Are you crying?" you asked softly.

"No," she whispered.

It was true; you saw no trace of tears. You calmed down. With her chin still in your hand, you moved her sideways and planted a kiss on her cheek.

She did not complain, nor did she move in any way, leaving herself exposed to you. Then you gave her another kiss, and another, until you took a slow rhythm and progressively moved down. With your hand, you removed a few strands of hair that were in your way, then plunged your face into the side of her neck. Your breath ran along her surface. She was startled by a shiver, and then took a sharp breath. After thoroughly absorbing the fragrance and taste of that part of her, you moved up and without wasting time kissed her on the mouth. She couldn't hold back a slight moan.

You didn't close your eyes to check if she did, and she did. Knowing that she was giving herself fully to the pleasure your lips gave her thrilled you so much that you pressed your tongue against her teeth. Then she opened her eyes, and met your gaze. A look of subtle revulsion formed on her face as you shamelessly licked as much of her teeth and gums as you could. You notoriously enjoyed its taste for minutes that could well have been hours.

Until she, surprisingly, parted her teeth and closed her eyes again, letting your tongue explore as much of her oral cavity as it could. You closed your eyes and noticed her tongue much more passive than the previous time; she let you move it back and forth, let you sink your flesh into her flesh, press her, soak her. The same heavy breath came and went between you, but occasionally you both inhaled cold air.

Thus you wrapped her tongue in circular motions, determined to decant as much of your slobber into her as possible. With lewd, slimy sounds, she allowed, letting out a **** moan from time to time, that whole puddles of your saliva formed in her mouth, and that your tongue roamed, at will, over every part of hers, even underneath, where you tasted the stickiest, densest drool.

You spent quite a while like this. Eventually, your breath gave out and you parted your lips from her. She immediately took a loud gasp of air, frowning as she panted, moaned unwillingly, and her gaze lost. Her delicate lips glistened soaked with saliva, and dropped a string that you knew, was more of your drool than hers. At that moment her mouth was flooded with the excess of spit you had left inside.

You were going to wipe the liquid off your face, but then thought, what for? If it's hers, after all.

You asked:

"Do you want to continue this... in my room?"

"Well..."

Unlike you, she wiped a hand over her mouth slowly, thinking of her answer.

And you wondered what exactly she was thinking about -the words she yelled when she first met you? Your offer to walk naked next to her if she wanted to? The first hug? LaVerne's questions? Maybe she was remembering something from her past life-

"I… guess we're here now. Fuck it. Let's do it."

It didn't matter anymore.

I did it, you thought, everything I've done, from day one, has worked; it's gotten me to this moment.

You quickly placed your palms on her cheeks and kissed her hungrily. You didn't care if your tongue brushed against her lips, teeth, gums, cheek, nose, you only cared about pressing her against you and tasting more of her.

But she, within seconds of doing this, turned her head and pushed you as roughly as she could.

"HEY HEY HEY, b-but with some conditions," she said.

"Speak."

She was **** to swallow drool (yours!) to keep talking. It lasted a moment, but witnessing that made you release a bit of precum.

"First..." she continued, "Not all of our conversations will lead to the sexual realm."

"You'll find me a bit boring then, but that's ok."

"Second, we will do activities other than sex and homework."

"Fine, it can be done. There will be time."

"And lastly... be gentle, please. This… isn't really how I imagined my first time.”

She blushed a little while saying that. You nodded.

"I will, if you give me a kiss."

Looking at your lips, she approaches cautiously. Then she plants a firm kiss on them. You open your mouth and she does the same. Your tongues dance together again. You could stay like this all day, no, all your life, but your boner, harder than ever, demands attention, and begs for a hole to penetrate. It's time to finally listen to it.

You push her away.

"Come, let's go upstairs."

You both stand, and holding hands, go up.

You smile. The drums of passion stir your heart, and cravings burn your genital area.

You can only think this:

OH BOY HERE WE GO.