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Fern stirred beside me some 15 minutes later. She groaned softly as she stretched her legs and shoulders under the sheets. She took her hand to her eyes and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before she found me next to her. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes again, like she was making sure I wasn’t an illusion.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her with a small smile.

“I feel… good. Very good,” she said, smiling back and slowly sitting up while keeping the bed sheets close to her chest. Once up, though, she looked down at herself and chuckled.

“There’s not much point to covering myself now, is there?”

“How you feel in the heat of the moment and after it are different things. If you feel un–”

I didn’t even finish my sentence and Fern had already let the sheets fall. Again, it could just be her being genuinely comfortable around me, but I needed to make sure it wasn’t something else.

“Sorry to ask again, but how are you feeling? Anything out of the ordinary? Anything weird? Maybe… magical in nature?”

“Ah.” Fern understood. She turned her head up to the ceiling, then down at herself. She touched her own body, her hips, her waist, her boobs. She touched her own forehead and licked her lips. She breathed deep a couple of times, then turned to me again with a shake of her head.

“No, nothing weird. Well, not now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I… think I did go a little overboard just now. Um… It might sound weird, but thank you for stopping even though I kept asking for more. I really was getting overwhelmed but didn’t want to stop…”

“And you don’t think there was anything magical about it?”

“Magical? Oh, for sure. Magic-related? I… don’t think so? I mean, you did say you have… abilities regarding your, um… sexual prowess, right? I think you just… knew exactly what to do, and everything you did felt… amazing.” She giggled.

I let out a sigh of relief, leaned in and gave Fern a kiss on the forehead. “Thank god. I got worried something might have happened.”

Fern smiled wryly. “I take it my reaction wasn’t… normal?”

“Kind of? Normally, the others need at least a short break after two or three orgasms. You went for six and still wanted more.”

“I’ve… always been one to obsess over the things I like. When I find something I’m into, I do it for like two weeks straight.” She smiled shyly. “M-Maybe it translated here?”

I crossed my arms and pondered. Maybe it wasn’t that the magic affected her, but rather that the sexual energy reacted with her own quirks and… enhanced them? Could that happen?

“Could be,” I said. I turned to look at her and smiled. “It was really hard to stop myself, though. That was really fun, Fern. It felt great for me, too.”

Fern smiled brightly. She took a deep breath and went quiet for a long moment before she spoke again. “It’s weird though. I… I can’t tell if this is or isn’t what I expected. No, scratch that. It’s definitely not what I expected. What I mean is…” She sighed. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, go ahead.” I told her, nodding encouragingly. “I want to hear it.”

She smiled back. “This will sound stupid, but I always thought that… once I had sex for the first time, my whole worldview would change. Like I’d open the grates of truth and understand things that were a mystery to me.” She chuckled. “I’m exaggerating, but I did believe things would be clearer when I stopped being a virgin.”

“And?”

“Well… The only thing that’s any clearer now than before is that I really like sex,” she said, giggling. “Or at least, sex with you, because… My only frame of reference is masturbating on my own, but I still feel confident saying that, whatever this was, wasn’t normal. I’ve never felt my brain turn to mush like that, never felt my heart beat so loudly, never felt like I was burning from the inside out and loving every second of it. In that sense, this was WAY, WAAAY more than I was expecting, and I was expecting a lot.”

I chuckled. “Glad I could deliver. And I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re finally feeling more comfortable with all this stuff. With me in particular.”

Fern swallowed and grimaced. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t sure what I…”

“I’m not blaming you, Fern. I understand. It’s just… It’s more fun when we don’t have to second guess our every move, don’t you think?”

Fern smirked. “Yeah. I… I liked how you touched me, and I liked it everywhere.” She shivered and looked down at her chest. “My boobs in particular. I’ve always liked pinching my nipples, but this was different. Um… W-What do you think I could do better?”

I was about to tell her to ‘just focus on having fun and feeling good,’ but she looked at me with eyes I understood well. Particularly well. She looked at me with the eyes of an artist, one who had reached the level of competence in something to start understanding how little they truly know.

Really, Fern was a lot like me. She wasn’t comfortable just letting things be. She wanted to actively improve, only this time…

“I’m already feeling crazy good. It’s not fair if I don’t put in the effort to make it better for you, too,” she said.

I never expected I’d be giving concrete feedback on sex, but… Communication is key, folks.

“You’re already getting the hang of kissing, but try to focus on what the other person is doing, too. It’s easier to match our movements that way. Also… You have insanely flexible hips. You could…” I coughed to clear my throat and push through the embarrassment of saying this stuff out loud. “You could use them more when riding on top…”

“Got it.” Funnily enough, Fern committed the feedback to memory without a drop of shame. “And… how long do we have left here?”

“A little under two hours,” I told her.

She nodded. “Let me go to the bathroom and… you’ll help me put all that stuff into practice, okay?” she said, grinning sultrily.

“I’d be happy to.”

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