Only One Centimetre, Then Pull Out

I've gone so far, another centimetre won't make it worse, would it? I thought and pushed my glans deeper into Dawn's wet vagina millimetre by millimetre.

That feels so much better than wanking! I enjoyed my love's hot sex and closed my eyes.

Breathing in and out slowly, the tip of my cock gradually sank a centimetre deeper into her welcoming warmth.

Just another moment to memorize that great feeling! I found another reason not to pull out immediately.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and looked into my sleeping friend's peaceful face.

So innocent... and ****... I have to stop it... now...! Now or..., I thought but suddenly realised that I couldn't.

I couldn't stop!

All the pent-up tension. The great feeling. To finally be one with my love.

I couldn't pull out!

Instead, my hips sank down gradually, pushing my glans deeper and deeper into her tight, creamy sex.

"Mmh...," the sleeping girl groaned as I pressed my pubic bone against her soft pubic mound.

Why did you deny me that all the time? I thought and enjoyed the sensation of her warm and wet pussy all around my hard shaft.

Let this moment never end! I begged before her vagina suddenly contracted around my rock-hard cock.

"Dawn!" I gasped breathlessly.

"What...?" the skinny girl murmured, opened her eyes and showed a calm, sleepy smile, "Dan..."

"MH!" I moaned as my dick swelled another centimetre, pushing my hard glans into the tight end of her love tunnel.

My heart thumped heavily and my head spun from the intense feeling.

Pull out! Pull out! my mind screamed but I couldn't move.

"Dan... what...," my love exhaled confused before she opened her eyes in panic.

"DAN!!! WHAT...??" she yelled at me and writhed underneath my body.

"Oh, Dawn...," I moaned and felt an orgasm build inside me quickly.

"What-are-you-doing?" the skinny girl sputtered and pushed her hands against my shoulders.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" I groaned and felt the great relief of cumming.

Cumming inside a real pussy.

Into Dawn's pussy!

"No! Stop it! Don't—" she wailed before I shot my first load deep into her tight vagina.

"No...! No! No-no-no!" the skinny girl panicked, unable to escape from my throbbing cock.

"No, Dan!" Dawn whispered feebly and looked at me with watery eyes while my cum spurted into her again and again until there wasn't a single drop left.

"I love you, Dawn!" I finally panted and sank down on my best friend, still intoxicated by my first intercourse with the girl of my dreams.

"GET OFF OF ME!" the skinny girl suddenly brought me back to reality.

Slightly confused, I pulled my cock out of her heavenly pussy and rolled off her body.

"How...," my love looked at me aghast and slid a hand between her spread thighs, "How could you...?"

"HOW COULD YOU!" she suddenly screamed and jumped out of her bed, mascara-coloured tears running down her face, "GET OUT OF HERE!"

What have I done? I thought, suddenly realising that I had taken advantage of her.

"I... I'm...," I stammered, quite embarrassed, and stood up, "I'm so so—"

The next moment, Dawn slapped my face. Just woken up from sleep and still drunk, it didn't hurt but broke my heart.

"Get out!" the stark naked girl growled and pointed at the door, trembling heavily.

"Dawn... please... please let me explain...!" I begged and slowly walked in the indicated direction to calm her a little.

"What's there to explain?" the skinny girl hissed at me.

"Dawn... you were drunk and peed yourself... I didn't want you to sleep in your own pee... I just wanted to wash you and bring you to bed...," I tried to justify, doing my best not to glance at her small but beautiful breasts which heaved with every quick breath.

"But when you touched yourself, I cou—" I continued before Dawn cut me short.

"So it's my fault that you took advantage of me!" the naked girl concluded in an upset voice.

"No... I'm just... I'm so sorry... I just couldn't...," I looked bashfully at the floor.

"I thought you're my friend. I thought I could trust you," Dawn was visibly disappointed, "And then, you fuck me while I'm sleeping and cum inside me...?"

Involuntary, my eyes darted to her bare crotch and I looked at the small rivulet of my semen which oozed out of her cute, tight pussy lips and ran down her inner thigh.

"Dawn... please... let's talk about it...," I quickly tore my eyes away from her creampied pussy and looked at her face.

"Get out of here!" the skinny, naked girl said in a sad voice, "I don't ever want to see you again."

"Dawn... please... let's talk about it...," I begged, "Please, I—"

"GET OUT!" my love screamed, grabbed her pillow and flung it against my face.

"Dawn... please...," I gasped and removed the pillow from my head, suddenly realising that the naked girl ran toward me.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" she yelled angrily, pushed me out of her room, slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Dawn...," I wailed, leaned against her door and slowly sank down to the floor.

My friend didn't answer but I heard her sobbing through the door.

"Dawn...," I whispered with tears in my eyes and wished I could hold her in my arms and console her.

What have I done? I thought and cursed myself.

With a heavy heart, I finally walked down the stairs, put on my clothes and headed home.

On my way, I wrote Dawn several messages, apologied for what I had done and told her what happened that night.

Dawn didn't reply any of my messages and when I stood in front of her door a few days later, she didn't open.

Back at university, Dawn didn't attend her courses and when I asked Allison about it, she told me that she hasn't seen her for weeks.

I never heard of Dawn again...

That day I lost my virginity but paid a terrible price...
I lost my best friend and never found someone like her again.
And I'll never forget that expression in her eyes when she realised that I took advantage of her.

Dawn... I hope you're well.

[This is practically an ending, though I'll add other choices to the previous chapter.
If you would like to continue this branch anyway, you could continue the story a decade or two later, using present tense instead of past. (preferably between 20 and 25 years later)]