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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: The Princess’ Tale
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Before I begin in earnest, allow me to apologize for my method of speaking English. It is English taught from a textbook, so it is sometimes not practical for describing some of the acts that occurred, or for saying what it is I feel in my heart.

As I mentioned, the big night arrived with the New Year – on New Year’s Eve, to be exact. As I mentioned, it all fell together almost perfectly, but for a few minor problems, which I will tell later. First, for those who do not know, I will give an understanding of how Sam and I came to be.

Two Octobers ago, Sam invited me to a “harvest festival” held by the small town in Pennsylvania to which his parents had moved when he came to live here. Since it celebrates autumn, and Nova Roma has no such season, I accepted. Mostly I was curious, but Sam had grown handsomer since cutting his hair – I think what he had worn before is called a “mullet”?

He apologized that it was so far to drive, but promised I could stay in the guest room. I asked why his family did not move closer. He replied that it was as far north as they could stand. If Kentucky, where they are from, is warm, I can understand – it is cold here in New York!

I had such fun that weekend; I could not refuse when he asked me on another date, and another, and another. By our anniversary, we were very much in love, and that is when we said so to each other. We had agreed to take things slowly, and we had; but once we knew we loved each other, our kisses heated, and we began to explore.

The New Year seemed a most appropriate time to celebrate our love and to usher in a new phase of our relationship, so we planned accordingly. Honestly, I doubt our raging hormones would have let us go on much longer anyway. Just the trip to the store for the condoms would make a funny story to tell – Sam was so embarrassed, and it was adorable! – but I will leave it for another time. I have not wanted to bore you with every little detail, though they are so important to me.

You may wonder, why condoms, when surely a princess can afford the pill, or the shot? I will explain, briefly, so I can continue my story: it is taboo for women in Nova Roma to alter their fertility with medicines, but barriers are tolerated. This taboo is ancient beyond reckoning and very deeply ingrained – so much so that even an expatriate princess will not break it.

For those who were elsewhere, you missed Sam at his handsomest, dressed to the nines in a dark gray tailored suit and polished shoes, in burgundy button-up and a maroon-and-gray motley tie that brought the whole ensemble together. For my part, I wore this elegant green velvet dress – deep neckline, slit up to mid-thigh, teardrop cutout on my cleavage, held up by a beaded silver collar – with silvery heels and lace-edged black stockings. I wanted to start peeling off Sam’s suit layer by layer, but I managed to contain my excitement behind a well-worn royal veneer.

Our date that evening consisted of a brief appearance at the New Year’s party thrown here by the Professor, with only Scott and Jean as the other attendees. Everyone else was out and about that night, enjoying New York’s atmosphere, or at home with family, but it was a pity that the Mansion’s lovely ballroom went mostly unused. I recommend everyone attend this year!

The four of us there danced some time – I cannot recall how long – before Sam and I headed upstairs to his room, the safer of the two choices. Bobby lives in Boston, and I believe that night he was at a basketball game with his family – the Boston Leprechauns? Tabby, I had no idea when you would return, and it would simply not do for a princess to be walked in on while taking a lover.

How our hands sweated on that walk! I felt my stomach turning flips, and I could see my sweet Sam was nervous too. I kissed him once we were inside. I told him that I loved him so much, and that I trusted him to make my first time special.

He grinned at me – his big, goofy, earnest grin – and whispered, “Ah love you too. Thanks fer wantin’ t’ share yerself with me lahk this.”

“For you, anything,” I replied. My heart began to race when I added, “Would you undress me?”

Sam leaned down to kiss my neck, just below the ear where he knows I like. His hand moved up by back to the zipper, then back downward as my dress loosened. He guided the gown around my hips and let gravity do the rest, his lips now moving along my shoulder. I remember moaning in his ear.

Because Sam is a head taller than I am, I kept my heels for the moment. My hands shook as I untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I purred his name into his ear as I unbuckled his leather belt. Pressing close against him, I could feel how turned on he was, and the feeling spurred me to undress him faster.

With practiced ease he unhooked the low-cut bra I selected specifically for that dress, his lips trailing along my collarbone. The bra joined my dress on the floor, followed soon by my lace-trimmed black panties once Sam slid them over my hips. I gasped with delight at the touch of his calloused hands on my thighs, my round butt, and my waist, where they paused tantalizingly.

I stepped back, out of my heels, my face painted with a sexy smirk – at least, I hoped it was sexy, but I think it may have been too nervous. I had stood naked for Sam before, so he had seen everything already. Tonight was different, though, and my nerves overcame my confidence for a moment.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked softly, making no move to cover my B cups or my Brazilian groin.

Sam removed his jacket and shirt, never taking his eyes off of me. The way he looked at me provided all the answer I needed. When he looked at me, I knew he saw the inner me, not the stereotypes that some others see – not a foreign princess, not a spicy Latina, not even a fellow mutant, but merely Amara.

I never felt so beautiful.

I reclined on the bed, legs slightly apart, so my Sam could look his fill. When he pulled down his slacks, there was such a tent in his boxers; I knew my visual offerings had done their job. I licked my lips because they were dry, but my lower lips were much more moist, I assure you!

I moved to take off the stockings, intending to peel them sexily down my legs while he watched. “Wait,” he said to stop me. “Would you keep ‘em on? They’re mahty sexy on you.”

I grinned and nodded. “In return, you must keep on that ‘beater.’ You look so delicious wearing it.”

Sam winked at me and agreed, “Deal. Gimme a minute fer the shoes ‘n socks, okay?”

“Certainly,” I purred. “I will set down the towel while you keep me waiting.”

“Ah put ‘em under the bed,” he told me as he bent down. He seemed like he was in such a hurry, but I simply cannot imagine why!

To tease him, I looked for the towel on all fours, like a jaguar about to pounce. I took my time, swaying my hips gently back and forth. I could feel how he stared at my rump and my privates.

“Damn, Amara,” I heard him murmur, “Ah’m hurryin’ fast as Ah can.”

Once I found the towel, I spread it across the bed, bending over again to further entice my Sam. Of course, I would be a liar to say that showing my body so wantonly to my love did not maintain my arousal too. When the bed was ready, I lounged on it to show that I was also ready.

Sam stood gloriously naked, except for the ‘beater’ as I requested. We had seen each other before, as I mentioned, and touched each other – Sam had even licked me a few weeks earlier. Somehow, though, seeing his erect member standing so tall always seems to take my breath away.

He kissed me as he lay down beside me. My hands caressed his sculpted arms, while his kneaded my breasts just the way I like. We soon moved to touch each other as we often had, immersed in the other’s pleasure and our own.

Gently he took my hand from his member. I will never forget how he looked into my eyes to tell me, “Ah wanna last as long as Ah can, and Ah wanna make sure you cum before Ah get started. Just lay back ‘n enjoy, okay?”

“My sweet Sam, always putting me first,” I murmured. “I do not deserve a man such as you.”

“Ah sure don’t deserve the most beautiful gal at the Mansion,” he replied, still caressing my sensitive sex.

“I am by no means the prettiest,” I protested feebly. “I am short, and my breasts are small, smaller than nearly all the other girls’.”

“So what?” answered Sam, leaning down to kiss my stomach. “More’n a handful’s a waste, anyhow.”

My response was shunted aside for a moan as he began to suckle one of my nipples. Noises of all sorts, most of which I cannot recall, filled the room as my wonderful Sam touched and licked me all over. My hips bucked when I reached climax, as they always do; my fingers kneaded his scalp while his tongue and fingers danced on my most sensitive places.

As the waves of pleasure slowly faded, I smiled at Sam. “Please,” I pleaded, “make love to me.”

He smiled back at me – oh, how I love that smile of his! – and pulled a condom from the box. While he put it on, I looked at my clock. It was by this point nearly midnight.

“It’s okay if’n you change yer mahnd,” he told me. I think he interpreted my looking away as reluctance or having second thoughts.

I shook my head. “Of course not, love,” I told him. “I merely thought, ‘How romantic to ring in a new year by making love for the first time!’”

Slowly he climbed atop me. His member pressed against my groin. I grinned at him to show my excitement.

“Will you enter me on the stroke of midnight?” I murmured into his ear.

“Won’t that make it more complicated?”

“No,” I replied, “more romantic!”

He grinned at me, and I at him. I opened my legs for him to position himself, so he would be ready at the moment of truth. Those last few minutes saw him teasing me with the tip, stoking my desire for him. I gasped and moaned and giggled, feeling so loved and so happy. I thought I might erupt from the excitement and anticipation.

“Fifteen seconds,” he warned me.

I hooked my legs around his and nodded.

“Ten seconds,” continued my sweet Sam with the countdown.

“I love you, Sam Guthrie. Make love to me.” My words spilled out so quickly just then. Strange, how one remembers such things.

“Fahve…” he counted. He winked at me on four. He grinned on three. He caressed my cheek on two. He began to push forward on one.

I felt nothing different. Sam still had not entered me. I waited impatiently, terrified for a moment that he had changed his mind.

“Just a sec,” he grunted. “Ah’m havin’… technical difficulties.”

“I know for certain I am aroused,” I answered, beginning to panic.

Sam kissed me soothingly. “Ah know; Ah can feel how warm you are,” he assured me. He reached down – to readjust himself, I think.

“We missed the timing,” I noted sadly. Anticipating his response, I added, “I still very much want to make love.”

“Happy New Year anyhow,” he said instead. I could hear the frustration in his voice.

Unsure what to say to calm him, I kissed him and ran my hands down his back. The fabric of his top felt nice against my skin, especially my breasts, and it took quite some effort for me to keep my hips still. My excitement still ran strong.

“Take your time, my love,” I reassured him. “I will be ready.”

“Ah think Ah got it,” he replied. I felt him pushing again. To help him, I tried to relax.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, accompanied by an audible pop. My hymen had ruptured, it seemed. Despite knowing why it hurt, and despite my best efforts, I cried out.

“Oh Gawd, Amara,” my sweet Sam predictably cried out in concern for me. “Did Ah hurt you?”

“Not beyond the typical pain of virginity,” I comforted him. To help him understand my sincerity, I kissed him again, passionately this time. He responded by pushing farther inside.

How should I describe the feeling to those of you who have yet to experience it? I might call it joy, or I might call it bliss. I speak three languages, but I cannot find the word for what I felt.

We moved together, Sam and I, for some time – too short, perhaps, or too long. My wonderful Sam made sweet, sweet love to me. I moaned and murmured into his ear, to tell him how good it felt. He moaned and murmured likewise. I cannot now recall to tell you how long it lasted or what was said.

He said nothing about it at the time, but at some point I slipped into my native Portuguese as my pleasure built. My hips moved in time with his. I looked into my darling Sam’s eyes and saw that he would climax soon also.

“Ah love you with all mah heart,” he whispered. Just as he finished, we finished together. I could say nothing, but I let the frenzied rocking of my hips speak for me.

Slowly my senses returned to normal. Sam kissed me sweetly, tenderly, as he withdrew. He sat up and began to pull off the red-stained condom. “Uh-oh,” he uttered.

“What is it?” I asked, lifting myself on my elbows.

“Ah think the condom broke,” he answered evenly. In hindsight, my Sam did so well keeping his composure. I regret to say I did not maintain my poise.

I felt something trickling from my still-sensitive privates. I looked down in horror, praying it was only blood. My heart raced as the terror gripped me.

Our fears proved well-founded.

“Sam!” I cried. “The condom broke! It broke!” I looked up at him in shock.

He merely stared back at me.

“You seeded us!” I yelled at him. “We’ll get pregnant now! This’ll be such a scandal when the tabloids see our belly swollen with child!”

“Amara,” said Sam softly, “Ah don’t understand.”

“Of course not!” I screamed. “How could you understand? You won’t grow huge and vomit and see your face on the covers of trashy magazines that’ll call you all sorts of names!”

“Please, darlin’, calm down,” he tried to soothe me. He held out his arms, but I buried my face in my hands. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

When his hands landed on my shoulders so gently, I snapped, “How dare you touch us! Get out!”

Sam just looked at me, his eyes like glass, as though I had just killed his dog.

“Get out!” I screamed, pointing at the door.

Sam swallowed and stood to collect his clothes. He paused only to put on his boxers. “G’naht, Amara,” he murmured before closing the door.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait, all. The chapter ended up a bit longer than I anticipated, but hopefully that's a good thing. I don't know what kind of update schedule, if any, I'll be able to keep, b/c I have a rather brutal semester lined up. I guess you'll just have to keep an eye on it for future additions!
To clarify Amara: I chose to pursue an angle that I thought would make the story most interesting. I jettisoned the "regular teen" angle the writers of Evo chose in favor of the royalty angle, which I thought would be more interesting because there are so many other "regular teen" girls - Jean, Kitty, and Rogue (goth, yes, but not outside the norm), of course, but also Jubes and Tabby. That's half the teenage female cast of Evo, so I made a purposeful deviation with Amara and Nova Roma, drawn from 616 but with an Evo spin.
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