The First Command

For what seemed like an eternity, Alex stood sill and silent. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, his throat drying up. He looked at Clara, seeing her shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, one hand raised almost to hide her face.

“Y-you can’t mean what you just said.” He said at last. “A-are you drunk or something?”

She huffed, crossing her arms angrily and glaring up at him.

“I’m not drunk, Alex.”

“Uh, okay, well then, is someone making you do this? I mean, does someone have pictures or...”

Clara, it seemed had had enough. She stormed forwards, her blue eyes full of sparks. Her voice was low and dangerous for all that it issued from a cute girl he had known since they were both children.

“Alex Curren.” She said, taking care to use his full name with lethal intent. “Are you trying to suggest that I would have to be blackmailed in order to offer myself to you like this?”

“Um, no of course not!” Alex said quickly, back-peddling metaphorically (and also somewhat literally as he felt himself taking a step back.) “I mean, I’m just surprised is all! I’m not really thinking! I didn’t expect...please don’t hit me.”

“Alex you say the strangest things.” Clara sighed. Her anger seemed to be subsiding now, and Alex suspected it had more to do with stress than anything else. She crossed her arms across her lower chest, and met his gaze with her own. Her brunette hair was tied into a pigtail, her blue eyes were piercing, and intelligent. Her body spoke of awkwardness, and he knew that his own was saying much the same. He could feel her words still working through his mind.

“Um.” He decided to try again. “Clara, when you say that you’re my present… what exactly do you mean by that?”

She was still standing with her back to the window on the far side of the room, but he could feel her presence as though she were right next to him. She regarded him for a moment, and seemed to take her time to respond as her cheeks flushed crimson.

“Well….” She said slowly. “It was an idea I had… You know how I’ve always sort of liked you?”

“Yeah, we’re friends right?”

“idiot. I mean I really liked you.”

“Oh.”

“I know you have noticed.” She said, tapping her feet against the ground. “So I can only assume this obliviousness that you’re using now is just a cover for the fact that you still haven’t actually fully processed what I am saying.”

“That’s actually pretty likely.” Alex admitted, forcing himself to take a deep breath. “Clara, you have to understand, what you’re saying… it’s like my fondest dream. We’ve known each other for so long, watched each other grow up… I always kind of wanted to….to take it further… but I was worried that it might harm our friendship….”

“Same.” Clara said. “S-so here is what I decided. Since I didn’t get you a birthday present, I think that I need to make it up to you. I’ve cleared the time away with my family – they think I am staying with Lilly, and Lilly thinks I am staying with other friends from out of town. S-so for the next week, it’s just the two of us. if...if you’ll let me stay?”

“Of course I will!” He said. “That was never in doubt at all! But are you really sure about what you want to do?”

“Alex Curren, I swear to god if you ask me ‘’am I sure’’ one more time, I am going to stab you. Do you really think I didn’t think about this a lot every day since I thought of it? Do you think I didn’t consider it every minute leading up to the party? Didn’t dwell on it even as I walked back into your house? I have thought about every aspect of it, Alex. Every. Aspect. Even late at night when I… I touched myself thinking about what we might do together...”

She flushed brightly red as she said that latter line. Alex felt stunned as she admitted to touching herself thinking about him. Clara? Clara had done that? Innocent, sweet Clara? He felt dizzy, desire rising in his body at the thought. He felt his arousal mount as he pictured what she was saying. Clara, naked on her bed in her home, her legs spread. Her finger stroking her sex as she pictured what she was going to do with him.

“Well.” Clara grinned weakly. “I can see that one part of you is happy with the arrangement.” She gestured down, and Alex realised that his hardened member was poking into the inside of his trousers and pants.

He jumped, trying to hide himself, and Clara laughed.

“Alex, you don’t have to worry.” She said, biting her lip a little. “I-in fact… I was thinking… by the end of this….maybe I’ll have seen a whole lot more than just an erection through some clothes?”

“Clara...” Alex breathed out. “Just what are you expecting here? What rules are you trying to set?”

“Well...” Clara said, chewing on a strand of hair that she had freed from her ponytail. “It’s your birthday, so I thought what better present for a guy than a girl who’ll do anything that he says? And I do mean it, Alex. I’ll do anything you want me to.” She coughed, a little embarrassed by her words. “F-for the next week, I am going to be your ****. I’ll do anything, everything you ask.”

“You mean that?” Alex asked, pressing in spite of himself. Part of him couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It kept pushing him to make sure, to clarify, he couldn’t believe that this could be real. “Anything I ask, Clara? No restrictions?”

Clara visibly looked shaken, but nodded in spite of herself.

“I trust you, Alex. we’ve been friends for as long as either of us can remember, right? E-ever since I started to like boys, I always wondered what it would be like with you… I always wanted to do something like this but I’m not….not very brave sometimes… so I had to work myself up to it.”

She took a deep breath and steeled herself.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“Even if I asked you to do something like strip naked, or masturbate for me? Or even if I told you to let me have sex with you right here and now?”

“Is that what you want?” Clara asked, her cheeks flared red. She half looked away, and her hands trembled, but she held her ground. “Um, I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t really….wouldntreallysaynoAlex. Do...do you want to do it? Like, right here and now?”

“What? No! I mean, maybe! I mean, fuck!” Alex swore as he felt as he himself overloaded with possibilities, the world opening up around him in ways that he had never even considered. He felt like a deer in the headlights of car, except that instead of a car, it was a girl he had always secretly fantasised about, and instead of a deer, it was him so… okay, maybe the metaphor wouldn’t work, but still!

Clara giggled at the horrified look on his face as he battled between two sides of his nature. She stepped closer, looking kind of awkward herself, and yet somehow, still so confident .

“You’re so sure, aren’t you?” She said to him. “You’re still trying to preserve my dignity, aren’t you? You’re saying to yourself that this can’t be real… that I would never do anything like this...well, you’re right. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even thought about it.”

She started to stalk forwards, each step slow, purposeful. Before he knew it, she was right in front of him, her hands reaching out to cup his face. Her skin felt soft against his, but ignited a desire which swept through his being.

“Alex.” She said softly. “This is me. I’m offering myself for a whole week here. I’ll do anything you want. How often does this happen outside of internet porn? Man, if you don’t take advantage of it, I am pretty sure you’ll get kicked out of the boy club, wouldn’t you? Don’t feel guilty about it. Don’t feel that I am being ****. I am doing this because I like it too because I like you, Alex. Because...because I’ve always wanted to know what it was like… Just one week. And then, if nothing happens, we can go back to the way it was. But for that week, I’ll do anything you want. So what will it be, master?”

Alex shivered at the last word, feeling something hot and exotic sweeping down his spine. He looked at Clara, now so close to him that he could almost feel her body against his own. She looked like a mirror of himself in some ways, awkward and anxious. She’d had boyfriends before, but he didn’t think she’d ever gone far with them. Nor had her had much luck with girlfriends. Their two faces were almost the same in that instant, awkwardness, nerves, and eagerness as well. He’d always wanted to feel her skin against his own. Always wanted to touch her body, to draw her close. His mouth felt dry. His member was erect, hardened by the very thought. Clara looked up at him through strands of brown hair, her eyes showing equal parts nerves and desire.

“Do you really mean what you just said?” He asked.

She frowned. “I thought I told you about that? One more time, Alex and I swear that I-”

“Prove it.”

She paused as his words caught her, taking a step back, and looking at him.

“I am sorry?”

“Prove it.” he said again, with a wary look. “You say that you’ll do anything, but I want to know for sure. So I want you to do something you usually wouldn’t do. I want you to strip for me. Take off your clothes. All of them. Show me that you really mean what you’ve just said.”

He took a deep breath, already bracing for her to shout at him, to call him a pervert, or otherwise ruin the moment. But Clara. She took another few steps back, so now she was in the centre of the room. A blush hovered over her face, and she seemed to be breathing rapidly. Slowly, she nodded.

“Okay.” She said in a quiet voice. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“I said anything, didn’t I?” She raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think I thought you’d just have me wash your clothes or something? I was hoping for something a little more interesting than that, Alex. And...and it seems you’re thinking the same way. Strip for you. Sure. No problem. I expected that.” She took a deep breath. “It’s just the first time a guy has seen me naked.”

“What, really? I thought you had boyfriends before?”

“Y-yeah.” She nodded. “But we didn’t do much… though we did some things… we never really went far. J-just handjobs, taking my top off… that sort of thing. Never really went all the way.”

She took a deep breath.

“All right. Here we go.” She took another deep breath, and Alex took a chance to get a good look at her again. She was clad in a red party dress, not too revealing, but form fitting enough to make him squirm when he looked at her. It was supported by two straps, one over each shoulder. Her pale skin stood out well against the crimson fabric. Though, her face was looking decidedly less pale as she reached up for the first strap and gently pushed it down her arm. Her hand curled around it, her fingers tugging it slowly.

Alex felt himself moving a step forwards, not believing what he was seeing. Could it be? Could it really be? Clara was stripping for him? Clara? Of all the people he had thought about, of all the women he’d ever imagined being here…

First one strap went, and then the other. Clara’s hands moved slowly behind her back, playing at a strap that ran up the spine of the dress. She pulled it loose, and met his gaze with her own for a moment.

“You know...” She joked. “I can’t help but feel that we’re missing some music.”

Before Alex could respond, Clara took a deep breath, and began to slide the dress down her body. The top clung to her chest, but without the straps holding it in place, she was able to fold it down with only a small struggle. Alex felt his breath stolen as her bra was revealed. A lacy black thing which clung to her body in a way which made him very sure she’d chosen it for specifically this moment.

Clara kicked off her high heels, and continued to drag the dress down her body, exposing her slender frame, her pale skin. Alex’s desire grew and grew as she bared herself to him. Her panties were black as well, and she crossed her legs as she felt his gaze upon them. As she kicked off the dress, Clara stood only stockings, her bra and her panties. Her long legs drew his gaze, they were lithe and toned, speaking of much time spent running or exercising. Her upper body was slender, but equally taken care of. He gulped, his eyes focusing on her chest as Clara’s hands moved behind her back for the second time. She unhooked the bra, and it jerked forwards, then caught on her body. She slowly worked it free of one arm, drawing it away from her body to reveal her breasts.

Clara’s voice caught in her throat.

“S-so, Alex, what do you think? Nice, right?”

“Very.” He said honestly.

Clara’s breasts were small but firm, the arousal of the situation having made her nipples swollen and harder. She gulped, doubtless feeling his hungry gaze on her body, but managed to call forth a weak smile. Alex felt weak himself as her hands went to the rim of her panties, her fingers sliding under the elastic band. Here, she paused for a moment, trying to gather her own courage. Then, she slowly started to slip them off, inch by inch she exposed the smooth skin of her most secretive area, until at last the panties had inched their way down her legs, and lay on the floor like her dress.

Clara took a heavy breath, forcing her legs wider, feeling Alex’s gaze on her body, on her lower self. Her mound was covered in fine hair, so thin that it seemed almost transparent, her lower lips sat slightly apart, she flushed as his gaze turned upon her pussy, and he realised that he was blushing as well.

“Clara...” he said, the words coming with some difficulty. “Are you...are you aroused?”

“Y-yes.” She said hesitantly. “I...I thought a lot about this moment, Alex. When I’d be standing naked in front of you like this… I thought I might say something clever or do something sexy, but I didn’t think I’d be so embarrassed...” She laughed. “we’ve known each other since we were kids, so I didn’t think it’d feel like such a big deal… But I feel you looking at me, and I can’t help but shiver.”

“Do you like that feeling? My eyes on your body?”

She looked at him for a moment, turning her head slowly to the side.

“You know...” She said slowly. “I think that I do… this is really awkward and I feel embarrassed as hell, it’s not quite the sexy surprise that I was imagining, but…. I want to go further…. Alex, I want you to tell me to do something else.”