First Times at Bayville High

 

Chapter 10: The Illusionist’s Tale

     - M/F, HJ, Angst, Other

 

Just three days ago, everything was right with the world.  Everything in my life was looking up for a change.  Despite all the anti-mutant prejudice on the outside, I have friends again for the first time in years, not to mention a nicer place to live than I could’ve ever imagined.

 

Just three days ago, everything was great between me and Bobby.  He’s so much fun to be around, and he makes me laugh like no one ever has.  We’ve only been a couple for a month now, but I felt so close to him.  I… I thought I might be falling in love.

 

Just three days ago, I was still a virgin.  I wasn’t worried that I might be pregnant.  There was just so much more certainty and hope, but now… I don’t know anymore.

 

The day before yesterday, Bobby and I were hanging out in his room, watching a movie.  Sam was out on a date with you, Amara, and wouldn’t be back until later, giving us plenty of time and privacy for a post-film makeout session.  As usual, the kissing quickly led to touching, and the touching led to both of us getting turned on.

 

After nearly half an hour of heavy petting, we were both shirtless and panting with desire.  I reached into Bobby’s boxers to fish out his rather large dick – seven and a half inches, according to him – and started stroking.  I’d loved getting him off with my hands ever since week three, and he loved it too, of course.

 

Oh, I admit we were moving fast.  We were making out by the end of the first week.  Bobby sweet-talked me into showing him my breasts by the second week, and he felt me up a few nights later.  The night I gave my first handjob, I was getting one too, though I didn’t cum.

 

In fact, I’ve never had an orgasm.  I’ve been close a couple times, but it always feels like something’s holding me back, keeping me from going over the edge.  It still felt wonderful when Bobby touched me, though.

 

Exploring our bodies together has just been so exciting for me.  Every sensation felt better than the last.  How could I refuse such a progression of pleasure?

 

Sorry for the tangent there, ladies.  I just wanted to give everyone an idea what my relationship with Bobby was like, up until a few nights ago.  Back to the story at hand, so to speak…

 

I sped up my stroking.  Bobby looked at me strangely and asked, “What’s the rush, babe?  You got a date with your other boyfriend or something?”  He’s got that Boston accent, but I can’t get it to sound right when I do it.

 

“I have a date with the shower,” I replied, laughing.

 

“I’d say something about you needing one,” he teased, “but I don’t want you to hurt me.”

 

I smiled sweetly and stroked faster.  “Smart move,” I told him.  “Anyway, as soon as I get you off, I can go get clean.”

 

Bobby grinned at me, mischief written all over his face.  “You can use mine,” he offered.

 

“Promise not to peep?”

 

“Not a chance,” he responded with a wink.  I swatted his arm, but his grin only grew wider.  “How bout if I join you?  Wouldn’t that be fair?”

 

“It would,” I admitted, shivering slightly.  I felt a little shocked by the brazen request, but the idea really excited me.  At the same time, though, I felt kinda nervous about it.

 

“Besides,” kidded Bobby, “if you jerk me off in the shower, we won’t have to waste tissues on cleanup.”

 

I laughed at that.  “Okay,” I decided, “I’ll shower here… with you.”

 

So we got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom hand-in-hand.  My heart pounded in my chest with every step.  My panties grew damp.  “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” I confessed.

 

Bobby kissed me softly.  “Me neither,” he teased, “but I’m glad you did.”  He eyed my bare breasts and licked his lips.  “You’ve got a great rack, and I can’t wait to see the rest.”

 

Hoping to look sexy and provocative, I bit my lip and sauntered backwards a few steps.  I unfastened my shorts and tugged down the band of my panties, exposing incrementally more skin around my hips.  Bobby’s grin proved my attempt successful, but I decided to tease him some more.

 

I turned around, glancing over my shoulder.  “You don’t get to see everything just yet,” I told him, “not until you’re naked too.”  That got him moving double-time, ladies.

 

With the rustle of Bobby’s clothing being pulled off behind me, I slid my shorts and panties down my legs.  I could feel his eyes fixed on my rear.  I breathed deeply to steady my nerves before turning around.  I mean, sure, he’d seen everything already, but not all at once; and I was about to see everything all at once too, which I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

 

“C’mon, beautiful, don’t keep me waiting,” my boyfriend implored.

 

I turned around slowly.  I fought to keep my hands at my sides, rather than cover my breasts and groin instinctively.  When Bobby’s eyes traveled down my body, I couldn’t help but smile.  I felt really, really sexy.

 

“Man oh man,” he marveled, “you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen like this.”

 

“But… not the first?” I asked, looking down at the tile.

 

“Sorry, Danielle.  I hope it’s not… not, um, a big deal,” he apologized.

 

I shrugged.  I had a feeling I knew where my impending question would take the conversation, but I asked anyway: “Who was she?  I just… I’m curious.”

 

“Christie – you, uh, wouldn’t know her,” he explained.  “She lives in Boston; we grew up together.  This past summer, we hung out a lot.”  He shrugged.  “Things happened, and we decided to share our first time together.”

 

I didn’t really know what to say, so I kept quiet.  Bobby continued, concerned: “You’re not upset, I hope.  I swear, it was just a summer fling.”

 

Truthfully, I was a little disappointed.  I’d built up this notion in my head that my first would be my partner’s first too, like all of yours were.  Now, though, it’d be impossible to have it that way with Bobby, my first boyfriend and maybe my first love.  The Tribal Council’s still out on that last one, though.

 

I couldn’t tell him that, though, so I put on a brave face and met his eyes.  “It’s fine, Bobby,” I told him.  “I really appreciate your honesty.”  I wasn’t lying, either; my disappointment melted as I talked.  “I mean, I hadn’t even met you yet.”

 

Bobby grinned with relief and took me into his arms.  Our naked bodies pressed close together – my breasts against his chest, his erection against my groin.  Since we’re about the same height, my chin easily rested on his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him.  Between our actual nakedness and that moment of communication, our embrace felt so… so pure, so intimate… that I didn’t want it to end.

 

With a kiss on my cheek, Bobby murmured, “So… about that shower…”

 

We parted reluctantly.  Bobby turned on the faucet, since it was his shower, and fiddled with the temperature.  Meanwhile, I unbraided my hair.

“Where are the wash-rags?” I asked.

 

“I was thinking we wouldn’t use them,” he answered nonchalantly.

 

“Then how…?” I began, until what he meant hit me.  “Oh!  Okay.  That sounds really fun, actually.”

 

Once the water had warmed, we stepped in.  Bobby’s shower is pretty big, I think; there was enough space for us both to fit and move around comfortably.  Anyway, we didn’t wash right away; we luxuriated in the water’s warm embrace as much as we did each other’s.  Now drenched, we pressed close again and kissed again.

 

After long moments of making out, Bobby broke the kiss, laughing.  “Sorry… it’s just…” he managed between laughs, “your, um, your hair tickles a bit down there.”

 

Mortified, I stammered, “They’re, um… I mean, I’m due for… weekly trimming.”  When he didn’t respond, I asked, “Do you… think it’s gross?”

 

“Nothing about you is gross,” he assured me with a grin.  He started soaping his hands up.  “If that’s how you like it, that’s fine by me.”

 

I sighed when his hands, slick with soap, slid along my skin – a sigh which combined relief, excitement, and contentment.  Every nerve, every fiber sang with joy.  I moaned with delight, especially when his hand ran over my stiff nipples.

 

Intent on taking my turn, I rinsed quickly when he was done.  “Someone’s eager to get her hands all over me,” he teased.

 

“What if I am?” I countered, soap in my hands.

 

Bobby just grinned.  “Don’t drop the soap,” he joked.

 

I didn’t dignify that with a response.  Instead, I started washing him.  Bobby’s in excellent shape, firm and toned but not too bulky.  Ladies, I assure you, I was just as thorough with him as he was with me, and I loved every moment.  He did too, if his groans were any indication.

 

“Oh, Danielle,” he grunted, “I’m so horny for you right now.”

 

“Me too,” I admitted.  “Rinse off so you can touch me too.”

 

With a grin, he did just that.  Soon our tongues were tangling once more, and our hands stroking each other’s most sensitive areas.  My arousal built and built, until it hit the ceiling that always seems to cap it.  I groaned in frustration.

 

Bobby broke our kiss.  “Something wrong, Danielle?”

 

“I can’t… I can’t cum,” I whimpered.

 

“I’ll see if I can’t change that.  Turn around; I can fondle you more easily that way,” he added.

 

Facing away from him, I rubbed my body against his.  I reached back to knead his scalp as he felt up my breast, as promised.  His other hand continued to work my privates, and I parted my legs to aid him.  With his erection pressed against my rear, I ground up and down, a moan escaping my lips.

 

Orgasm remained just out of reach, though.  My knees did grow a bit wobbly, so I leaned forward, grasping the clear plastic bar for support.  Bobby’s fingers splayed me open; when I rubbed against him now, I could feel the contours of his dick along my pussy.  I cried out in delight.

 

Suddenly I felt something prodding at the entrance.  At the time I thought – rather naively, in retrospect – that Bobby was about to put a finger inside.  That was the next logical step in the progression, right?  No, I wasn’t really paying close attention to where his hands were; I was too horny to count fingers.

 

“I think you might need something inside to get you off,” Bobby commented.

 

“Okay… you’re the expert here,” I replied.

 

“Nothing wrong with it,” he reassured me.  “Christie was the same way.”  By the time I realized what that meant, exactly, it was too late.  My virginity was gone.

 

The initial penetration hurt.  Not because of the hymen – the cave-in that trapped me had taken care of that.  No, it hurt because the shower had rinsed most of the lubrication away, so, around the entrance at least, there was only tap water, and it doesn’t lubricate all that well.  Despite having just been near orgasm, it felt like I was completely dry.  There was also the shock of having sex so… so unexpectedly.

 

I tried to relax as he kept pushing, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.  That whole area felt aflame.  I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I cried out his name.

 

He started to pull back.  Despite the pain still searing my pussy as he did so, I felt a profound sense of relief.  The hurt even began to subside a bit.

 

Then he thrust back in, deeper this time.  I think maybe he misinterpreted my cry for pleasure.  I gasped this time, trying to get used to the thing inside me.  The pain was now gone, downgraded to intense discomfort.

 

I squirmed, but that didn’t feel very good either.  The thrusting began in earnest, and I just leaned my forehead against the shower wall.  Ghosts of pleasure rose from my pussy – I guess my lubrication was drawn from deep inside to my entrance where it was needed, like a well.  Tears dripped silently from my eyes, lost among the beads of tap water on my cheeks, and I waited for it to be over.

 

His hands continued to caress my body affectionately.  I didn’t want to feel them.  He murmured praises for how good I felt to him.  The words fell on deaf ears.

 

Finally he finished.  He groaned and shot his seed inside me.  It had never felt so… so slimy… when it was on my hands.  When he disengaged, I felt horrible.  Somehow, I managed to stand.

 

“Did you cum, Danielle?” asked Bobby hopefully.  “I’m sorry if I missed it.”

 

I shook my head.  My mind awhirl with myriad emotions, I didn’t trust myself to speak.  I did, however, turn to face him.

 

Bobby must have seen the misery written in my face, must have finally realized something was wrong.  “Are you okay, Danielle?” he asked me, brow furrowed with concern.

 

I shook my head again.  He reached for me.  “Don’t touch me!” I snapped, pushing him back.  “Don’t touch me right now.”

 

“Danielle… what the hell?”

 

“I… I need to go now.”  I bailed from the shower and hurriedly wrapped a towel around me.  “Just… leave me alone for a few days.  I need some space.”

 

Bobby only stared at me, stricken.  Unable to meet his eyes, I fled from his room to mine, dripping water all over the carpet.  My privates ached with every step.

 

When I reached my room, I saw that Kitty was gone – out with Pete, right?  I wanted to throw myself on the bed, but I just curled up against the door and cried into my knees.  I was still crying when I dried off, still crying when I put on my pajamas, still crying when I fell asleep.

 

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A/N: Mid-August - right on schedule! :P  Unfortunately, due to unforeseen employment, my update schedule is going to stay erratic for the near future.  I'll add new chapters as often as I'm able, but that's all I can promise.

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