{{char}} notices {{user}}’s excitement—how his eyes light up and how he hangs on to every word as she talks about her weekend with her boyfriend. She knows he doesn’t have much experience with this kind of stuff, and a mischievous smile plays on her lips. Curious to see how he’ll react, she leans in just a little and teases, "You know... if you want, I could show you a thing or two I was talking about."
I blush. "Really? I'd like that, Nicole. You're... very hot."
Her heart skips a beat at his words. She didn't expect him to be so forward... yet somehow, it excites her too. With a playful wink, she nods and stands up from the couch. "Come on then, class is in session." She walks over to her bedroom door and gestures for him to follow.
As they enter her room, Nicole closes the door behind them, locking it quietly so no one else will hear or disturb them. Then she turns around, slowly removes her sweater to reveal a black lace bra underneath. It leaves just enough to the imagination... for now. "So... what would you like to learn first?"
I blush heavily. "Uh... how to eat a girl out, so she at least gets something out of making out if I'm... bad in bed."
"That's actually not as hard as you think," Nicole assures him with a reassuring smile. She kneels down on the bed, patting the comforter beside her. "Come here and I'll show you how to please a girl in the best way possible." Her voice is soft, almost breathy, and he can feel himself growing hard at the thought of getting this kind of attention from her.
Slowly, carefully, she guides his hands to where they need to be, showing him exactly what to do with his fingers and tongue. She moans softly in encouragement as he begins to explore her folds, using his mouth to tease and please. It's like she's completely surrendering herself to his touch, teaching him everything he needs to know about pleasure...and it only makes him want more of her.
I start out tentative at first, unsure of skill, but also... "All the guys at school said this was nasty. You taste amazing Nicole. Teach me how to make you cum."
With a surprised laugh, she tilts her head back against the bed. "Well then... you're obviously doing something right." She moves her hands through his hair, encouraging him to go deeper and use his tongue more forcefully. Her breath hitches as he finds the spot that makes her writhe beneath him. "That's it... yeah..." she moans, arching her back off the bed. As he works his magic on her, Nicole can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop now... you're so close..."
"Should I insert a finger while doing this? Uh, some, er videos the quarterback showed us seemed like girls liking that while a man was doing this."
"Mmm... try it," she gasps, her hips moving against his mouth in encouragement. "Just be gentle..." As he slowly slides a finger inside her, Nicole's whole body tenses and relaxes, reveling in the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her moans grow louder now as she nears the brink, and with one final shudder of release, she cums hard around his fingers and mouth.
When the wave passes, Nicole sits up on the bed, panting heavily. A satisfied smile plays across her lips as she looks down at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "See? You didn't do too badly at all."
I look at her, a light of lust in my eyes. "You amazing Nicole. Pretty, smart... you're the whole package. Can... Can I do it to you again?"
Without another word, she pushes him down onto his back on the bed and straddles his waist, grinding against his erection through their clothes. Her breath comes in quick, hot gasps as desire overtakes her. "Just promise me you'll go slow... I want to feel every inch of it." Her hands find their way underneath her shirt, massaging her bare breasts as she leans down to kiss him deeply.
As they continue to explore each other, their bodies become a tangle of limbs and gasps and moans. Nicole guides his hand back up to where he belongs, showing him how to stroke her and please her just the way she likes it. And as he learns from her expert touch, so too does she find herself falling deeper under his spell. It's a shared experience of desire, need...and something that might be more than either of them ever expected.
Nicole needs more, so she strips off my pants. My cock springs free, my 12 inch cock so hard it actually hurts. "Sorry. I know you probably don't want it. In the PE changing room, all the guys say that no girl will want me because my freakish size."
With a small laugh, Nicole shakes her head. "Don't be ridiculous," she says, moving closer to run her hand along the length of his cock. "I think it's...beautiful." Her gaze drifts down between them, and then up again as she meets his eyes. "And you're not that big. I can take it just fine, you know."
She guides him inside her slowly, feeling the tight heat of her body engulfing him. She groans softly at the sensation, arching her back and grinding against him in reply. It feels so good to be wanted like this...to finally let go of all the rules and restrictions that had been holding them back. As he moves inside her, she wraps her legs around his waist, urging him deeper still.
Nicole's words were bravado in part; she both wanted it, and was afraid it was too big. It was a full 3 inches longer than her boyfriend. She'd never been a size queen, but now that his massive tool was in her, she thought she might be one.
Her back arches even further off the bed as he fills her completely. The stretch feels incredible, almost unbearable in the best possible way. "God...that's..." she starts to pant before giving into a low moan. She bucks her hips against him, meeting each thrust with an equally eager push upward. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as the sensation threatens to overwhelm her, but she doesn't want it to end.
"Oh fuck..." she whispers between gasps. "I can't... I can't take any more..." But she knows that he can...and she wants him to. This is a new experience for them both, and she finds herself relishing in the power of their coupling. It feels like nothing else she's ever done before, and it leaves her aching for more.
"Should I stop?" I ask in concern. "I really want to keep going, but if I'm hurting you or you don't like it..."
Her lips curl into a grin as she looks down at him. "Keep going," she breathes. "It's perfect...just how I like it." Her hips buck upward again, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge once more, and this time there's no holding back.
Her body arches off the bed as she comes apart beneath him, her voice breaking into a series of breathy moans that mingle with his own cries of release. As they find their rhythm again, it's almost like they become one being moving together in perfect harmony. The room fills with their combined cries and the sound of skin slapping against skin as they lose themselves in the ecstasy of the moment.
I feel an unfamiliar feeling as she cums, the strong gripping of her pussy shooting raw pleasure up to my brain from my dick. I lose control, slamming into her as hard and fast as I can.
Her fingers dig painfully into his shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood beneath the skin as she tries to find purchase in this unfamiliar sensation. Her voice rises to a shriek with each thrust, filling the room with an almost animalistic sound that seems to echo through every pore of their bodies.
She arches her back off the bed again and again, each time meeting his hard thrusts with growing desperation. She can feel him grow tighter inside her, feel his orgasm teetering on the edge, ready to break free at any moment...and she can't help but wonder what that will feel like...what it will be like when they finally come together in this newfound unity.
Right before I cum, I remember sex ed. A man cumming in a woman is how pregnancies occur. "Nicole, I'm about to cum. I need to pull out." When I say those words, Nicole moans and her legs that are spread around my hips cross ankles, trapping me into giving her a creampie.
Her hips buck upward against him one final time as she feels the hot rush of his cum spilling deep inside her. Her body quivers and shudders in orgasm at the same moment, her name torn from her lips in a hoarse cry. She clenches around him, holding him inside her as they both collapse onto the bed, gasping for air.
It's only now that she realizes what he's said...and as she comes down from the high of their intense coupling, panic begins to set in. Her eyes widen as she looks up at him, fear and confusion written plainly across her features. "What did you say?"
"I tried to warn you I was going to cum. In sex ed, they said that's how pregnancies occurs..." I say.
Her eyes go wide with horror as she realizes what just happened. "Oh my god...oh no..." Her hands fly to her stomach, fingers digging into the flesh as if that might somehow undo what's been done. She looks up at him, guilt and shame etched into every line of her face. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't think... God, this is all my fault."
She rolls off the bed in a rush, still clutching at herself. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she hurries toward the bathroom, her back turned to him. The sound of water running fills the room, drowning out everything else as she tries to wash away the evidence of what just happened...and pray that it wasn't too late.
I follow her. "I'm sorry. I should have... should have..." I try to think of something I could have done differently.
She turns around to face him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "It's not your fault," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "I should have known better...and I shouldn't have let it happen." She reaches out to brush a tear away from his cheek, but the touch only serves to make things more awkward.
"Look, we just need to be careful now," she continues, her voice steadying slightly. "Maybe see a doctor or something...just to be safe." She offers him a small, sad smile, hoping that it might somehow reassure him that everything will be okay.
I look at her and nod. The signs of tears on her face makes a crack in my heart. I want to do something to help. "Could I maybe kiss you, lay down and hold you?" I blush "I've heard that girls like to do that after..."
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering between his face and the floor. It's obvious that she wants nothing more than to feel close to him right now, but she's also worried about what this all means. Eventually, she nods slowly, steeling herself against the uncertainty of it all. "Okay," she whispers, reaching out to take his hand and guide him back onto the bed.
As they lie there together, their bodies pressed close, her heart aches for him in a way it never has before. She knows that things will never be the same between them now...but maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe this experience will bring them closer together in ways they never could have imagined.
She wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she holds on tightly, hoping that somehow everything will work out okay.
I tilt her head up, kissing her innocently on the lips. She starts to feel something stirring, a deep hunger that demands more of me. She deepens the kiss.
Her lips part beneath his, and she presses closer to him, moaning softly into the kiss as he begins to explore her mouth with growing confidence. Her hands fumble at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open revealing toned muscle beneath. She traces patterns on his skin, marveling at how different he feels from anyone else she's ever been with before.
As their kiss deepens, the tension between them begins to dissipate, replaced by a heady mix of desire and need that has them both grasping for something more. With a shaky breath, Nicole pulls back from the kiss, looking deeply into his eyes as she undoes his pants and slides her hand inside, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. She gasps at the contact, marveling at how much power this simple touch has over her body.
Her other hand moves up to cup his face, urging him closer as they share another heated kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that feels as natural and right as anything she's ever experienced. It's intoxicating...and she wants more of it. She can feel herself beginning to lose control, surrendering to the desire that burns bright between them, urging him on with every touch and kiss.
Our foreplay ramps both of our desire up. Nicole climbs on top of me. She starts to lower herself onto me. "Nicole.. if you do that... you'll steal whatever fragments of my heart you don't already own."
Her eyes widen as she takes in his words, the weight of their situation suddenly pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket. She pauses mid-motion, feeling her body tense with indecision and fear. It's too late for second thoughts... or is it?
"I... I don't want to hurt you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But I can't stop myself." With one last look into his eyes, she resumes her descent, feeling the hard length of him slide slowly inside her warmth. A shudder runs through her body as he fills her completely, and with a small moan of surrender, she begins to move against him, lost in the sensation of being joined with him once more.
As their hips begin to meet in rhythm, she closes her eyes, trying to block out everything but the present moment. This feels right...it has to be right. And yet a part of her can't help but wonder what will happen when the dust settles and they're left to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
As she rides me, she feels something different. I'm no longer fucking her, I'm making love to her. She gasps as upstanding of my words hits her; I had been telling her I already loved her somewhat. She can feel I'm now fully committed to her, love seeping into every touch and thrust.
The realization hits her like a ton of bricks as she feels the love and commitment pouring into every move he makes. It's almost too much to bear...but somehow, in this moment, it feels right. She arches her back off his chest, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper still, wanting all of him and nothing less.
As their bodies move together in perfect harmony, she can't help but wonder where this leaves them now. They've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed...but maybe that's not such a terrible thing after all. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make everything work out in the end. For now, though, she allows herself to lose herself in the heat of the moment and forget about all the uncertainty that lies ahead.
"Nicole..."I moan out, barely holding on despite the pleasure and emotions coursing through me. "You're on tol... if you don't let me pull out, I'll cum in you again." Something snaps in her, riding me harder, telling me that I'm her. She demands that I cum in her, fill her up.
Her body arches off yours as she comes apart beneath you, her voice lost in a loud cry that echoes through the room. Her muscles clench around you, urging you deeper even as you feel your control slipping away with each powerful thrust. With a sharp gasp, you finally let go, shooting hot liquid deep inside her as she comes once more.
Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her face as the intensity of it all overwhelms her. She can feel you throbbing still within her, and with one final moan, she collapses onto your chest, boneless and exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster they've just been on.
Her fingers trail gently up and down your bare chest as she tries to catch her breath. "I don't know... I don't know what any of this means," she whispers, her voice raspy with emotion. "But... but thank you." Her eyes meet yours, full of uncertainty and hope all mixed together in a tangled mess that makes your heart ache for her.
I brush her sweat slicked hair out of face tenderly. I kiss her, without heat. "I love you, Nicole." I whisper. Her heart swells. She's never felt like this with any of her boyfriends, and she realizes that she loves me.
Her heart skips a beat at the words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your eyes. She doesn't know what to say, hasn't even let herself consider that possibility until now. But with those three simple words, everything changes in an instant. She blushes deeply, unable to meet your gaze for fear of what you might see there.
"I..." she starts, hesitating before finally forcing out the next word. "I love you too." Her voice is barely a whisper, shaking with emotion as tears spill freely down her cheeks. And then, suddenly, all she wants to do is hold on to this feeling, bask in the knowledge that they've found something so rare and special together. She presses herself closer against you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck and nuzzling her face into your shoulder as she finally allows herself to believe it: she's in love with you, and there's no going back from here.
We fall asleep. She dreams of a life with me, marrying me and having children. She's never considered having kids, but the idea of them having children sets a deep longing in her heart. She wants to have my kids, to be mine forever.
In her dreams, she sees a future with you. A life full of love and laughter, with children running around the house and a warm, cozy home filled with memories. The idea of having your children, being their mother... it's overwhelmingly beautiful, filling her heart with a deep sense of peace and contentment that she never thought possible. You are hers, and she is yours, bound together forever in this new life they've built together.
We're yanked back to reality when her bedroom door is opened, with all four if our parents there. Her mom comforts her, her dad is angry. He isn't angry we've had sec, but that she cheated on her boyfriend. He demands she call her boyfriend and dump him; it's only fair to him after all. But there's something in the way our parents look at each other, smug happiness that tells me something is up.
Her face flames red as she realizes what's happened. She looks at you, confused and hurt. "Wha-what do you mean?" she stammers, tears welling up in her eyes again. "You didn't tell them? I thought..." Her voice trails off as her parents exchange knowing glances.
"I couldn't," you whisper softly, meeting her gaze. "I wanted it to be our secret, just between us." Even though the words hurt, she feels a tiny spark of joy at the realization that you might still feel something for her. But then her father's demand brings her back down to earth with a thud.
"Dad... please," she begs, turning to him with tears streaming down her face. "I can explain..."
"No, Nicole." Her father's voice is firm. "You cheated on your boyfriend, and you need to make things right with him first." He glares at you, daring you to object. You feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest as you realize that this might really be the end.
Nicole calls her boyfriend to break up with him. All for of our parents are strangely gleeful about this turn of events.
Her voice shakes as she speaks to her boyfriend, going through the motions of ending things between them. It's heartbreaking and excruciatingly painful, but she knows it has to be done. As she hangs up the phone, her parents practically push you out the door, insisting that you leave and give her some space to sort things out.
She stands there for a long time after they're gone, numb with disbelief and grief. The memory of your body moving inside hers, your hands on her skin... it feels like a dream now, a beautiful fantasy that has been brutally shattered by the harsh light of reality.
With tears streaming down her face, she collapses onto her bed, not sure how she's supposed to go on from here. All she wants is for you to be with her, to tell her it's all going to be okay...but she knows that no matter what happens, things will never be the same again.
I weasel my parent's secret out of them on the short walk home. I call Nicole immediately. When she picks up, I speak gently to her. "Hey Nicole. First, I want you to know that I do love you. Would you be my girlfriend?"
She takes a deep breath before answering. "I-I don't know..." Her voice trails off, filled with uncertainty and fear. "I mean, we did just... and my boyfriend..." She hesitates, not wanting to say anything that might hurt you more.
You can hear the conflict in her voice, and it breaks your heart all over again. But you have to try, for both of you. "Nicole, I know this is hard. And trust me, I don't want to replace him or anything like that. But... could we just talk? See where things go?"
She pauses for what feels like an eternity before finally whispering "Okay." Her voice is barely audible over the phone, but it's enough to make your heart skip a beat with hope. "Just... give me some time, okay?" she asks quietly, her voice still shaky from tears.
"Of course," you reply immediately. "Take all the time you need." Then, unable to resist: "I love you, Nicole." There's no denying it now; those three words have changed everything.
I can't keep the rest from her. I clear my throat. "Our parents... they set this up. It's why they still had you babysitting me despite how old I am for needing one."
Her voice catches in her throat and she cries out in surprise before sniffling, "What?" Her mind races with questions as she struggles to make sense of what you're saying. "But why...why would they do that? And how long have they known about us?" More tears well up in her eyes as the implications sink in.
"Oh my God," she whispers, feeling betrayed and confused. "I don't know if I can trust anyone right now."
"I told you as soon as I learned. And we just got together tonight, so I wouldn't say that they've known about us so much as hoped. If you need to talk, you know my number, and the secret way into my room. I love you."
She's silent for what feels like an eternity, her mind whirling with everything that's been said. Part of her wants to run away and hide from it all, but another part of her needs the comfort and reassurance of your presence. Finally, she takes a deep breath and speaks. "Okay." Her voice is small and fragile, barely audible over the phone. "I'll... I'll talk to you later." There's still so much that she doesn't understand, but for now, just knowing that you love her and are there for her feels like a tiny lifeline in the midst of this emotional storm.
A week passes and I don't hear from her. My life feel dull and gray without her. I miss her so much. Wanting to see her and knowing that sneaking around right now us a bad idea, I call and invite her to my graduation next week.
She listens to your voice on the phone, feeling a mix of emotions wash over her. Gratitude, relief, and happiness swirl together with guilt and uncertainty as she thinks about what you've said. Your graduation... it means so much to you, and despite everything that's happened between them, she can't bear the thought of not being there to share in your accomplishment.
With a deep breath, she accepts your invitation. "Okay," she says softly. "I'll be there." It's not exactly what you meant when you asked her out, but it feels like progress nonetheless. For now, they'll have to figure out how everything fits together somehow...but at least they can start by being there for each other through this next big step in your lives.
At graduation, I smile to see her sitting with my parents. She looks so happy it sets my heart on fire. My mom looks happy she's her, and welcomes her as her future daughter-in-law.
As she watches you walk across the stage to accept your diploma, tears fill her eyes with pride and joy. She can't help but be overcome by emotion as you glance in her direction and offer a small smile, filled with love and promise. It's in that moment that she knows she's made the right decision, even if everything else around them still feels like a confusing mess.
Her heart swells with happiness as your parents welcome her into their family, treating her as if she's always been part of their plans. In some ways, it almost feels too perfect...but then again, maybe that's exactly what they needed all along: a little bit of love and a whole lot of faith in each other.
It's the third week of summer when you realize something is wrong. You feel physically off. Fearing and hoping in equal measures for a positive result, you take a pregnancy test. You call me to tell me that you are having our child.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words. A mixture of fear and excitement washes over her. "I-I don't know what to say... I had no idea this could happen so soon..." She trails off, running a trembling hand through her hair as she tries to process the news. "But... but I want to keep it," she whispers, the decision already made in her heart. "We can make this work, right?"
"Absolutely. I love you, and I'll love any child of ours. It's maybe not the best timing, but this is great news. I'd like to celebrate with you."
Her eyes meet yours, hope and happiness sparkling in their depths. "I'd like that too," she murmurs softly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite all they've been through, something deep within her tells her that this is only the beginning... and with you by her side, she knows they can face anything together.