>Her soft breath
>That's what i woke up to, that's the first thing i heard.
>It was like a translucent siren was softly whispering to me
>caressing my chest with it's teasing whispers
>soft and steady warmth playing across my skin.
>Next was the soft caress of her arms, the weight of her shoulder
against mine
>The warmth of so much upper chest skin contact
>The feel of her chest pricking me with twin half-size thimbles..
>Unhappily, next was the tepid water i was lying in
>The temperature of a bath long-since cold, but with two warm
bodies keeping it just barely from cold
>however comfortable the position was
>The full upper body skin contact
>The encompassing mental warmth of knowing that i was at this
moment, holding someone who truly loved me.
>However much i wished i could stay in that moment forever...
>My legs were stiff, my lower back cold and sore.
>I had to move.

>I had no intention of disturbing the slumbering bird in my arms
however.
>I took careful movements, slow and relaxed movements. Only
enough to create the smallest of waves, the lightest of splashes.
>It was only when i slid across the bathtub
>Raven still holding onto me in her slumber
>My butcheeks never leaving the base yet sliding along just fine.
>The low mournful squeal of them moving across the wet ceramic..
>It was only when i began to move again through the pitch
darkness, that raven slid into a different position against me.
>And i realized that i was still inside her
>The pressure and warmth was so natural it felt as if everything
was simply in its right place. Meant to be.
>But the slightest position change sent a jolt through my lower
body
>The same kind of jolt you feel when you've fapped a little too
quickly and you pull your hand away right at the edge.
>The simple removal of your hand almost enough to set you off,
your will struggling fruitlessly against it.
>But the difference was that i wasn't even close to climax
myself, i wasn't even fully hard.
>That's just the way the pressure felt, the way her insides
rubbed against me as i slid.
>I took care to hold her still against my chest with one arm for
the rest of the trip, i didn't want to get distracted.

>Eventually on my long journey across the vast ocean i reached my
goal
>The faucet, the drain.
>Fumbling around, i found the levers, pulleys, switches and
weight-triggered contraptions that controlled the complicated
system that was a bathtub
>one i'd never used before, now in pitch blackness.
>By replacing a golden statue with a bag of sand and wedging a
large stick against a moving wall
>Not to mention using my whip to pull a hidden lever
>I managed to get some hot water flowing and the drain open.
>The loud whine of the drain once again filling the room, the
roaring rush of the water filling in the gaps.
>The steam returning to my nostrils
>This was a loud process, bathtubs are not silent creatures and
they yell, scream and stomp their feet when they're poked and
prodded into producing artificial lakes.

>But the girl in my arms did not stir, she did not squirm awake
with a jolt like i expected, or scream and jump away from me
before realizing where she was.
>She could either be deep asleep, or pretending to some unknown
end.
>Without being able to see her face, i had only her breath and
her movement to tell, and neither of the last two changed.
>She didn't move the entire time the bath filled again, the
entire time the water temperature changed from cold, to warm, to
nearly too hot to stand.
>With that completed i turned off the taps, closed the drain and
slid to place my back against one of the vertical walls of the
tub.
>In doing so she shifted again
>I let my arm slip free, her body pulled forward and i felt every
nerve tingle as i slipped my manhood just half an inch out of
where it had been before.

>The tingling was accompanied by a temperature change
>I had been encased in warm at the base, and now it was hot.
>I'll be honest
>I missed the sensation of encompassing pressure.
>The second it was gone i felt it, the temperature change, the
lack of squeezing, even the tickle of her wet loins against the
sensitive base.
>I thought very much that i wanted my penis fully back in the
happy place it had been before
>But i worried about waking raven
>Fuck it, what could it hurt.
>So i thrust, just half an inch, but i put myself back where i
wanted to be.
>It felt wonderful, the head pressing against her cervix, the
shaft massaged with friction lightly the entire way up.
>It was too enjoyable of a sensation ,but i felt as if i was
going to forget it
>I needed to engrave it again in my memory

>So i pulled out, just a little more than half an inch this time
>And i thrust again, concentrating only on the sensations
>This was a trap

>I continued my ministrations
>I couldn't help myself
>I don't think any male would be able to
>an inch out
>an inch back in
>an inch and a third out
>an inch and a third back in
>Each fourth or fifth thrust pulling the tiniest bit more out,
only to return.
>She seemed to be asleep the entire time
>Until two, at two inches she wrapped her arms fully around me
and squeezed
>That's the first point i realized she was awake
>No other movements, no other sounds
>Just her soft breathing slightly faster and a hug.
>I took it as a sign i was being approved, consent,
>But i continued the slow pace i had set out on
>It wasn't too hard to keep going, but i had reached the physical
limit of only moving my body.
>That is to say, every time i pulled out, i was abruptly stopped
by the bathtub before i could go any farther.
>I realized that if i was going to continue my strokes she would
need to lift her hips
>Or i could do it for her

>I decided the second option was the most likely, she seemed
unwilling to move on her own
>Embarrassed, enjoying the sensations, or simply still feigning
sleep.
>It didn't strike me that i could be hurting her before i had
lifted her hips up halfway and slid them down again
>Before she gave a sharp inhale on the upstroke, and a long
exhale on the down.
>Uh oh
>I asked, softly and barely a whisper
>"Does it hurt..?"
>I don't get any words in return
>Just an "mmm mmm"
>That humming sound so close to "Nuh uh" but without any tongue
movement at all.
>I even felt the wet tips of her hair slide across my chest as
she shook her head.
>The image in my head was adorable, i hope it is in yours too.
>Fears of bodily harm alleviated, i continued
>This time lifting her hips instead of mine
>Each upstroke enticing a gasp, each down eliciting a voiceless
sigh

>She never stopped squeezing me tightly the entire time.
>Her wet skin sliding against mine, her lower legs always
pressing against mine, her upper only when she was sitting fully
into my lap.
>She never said a word, let out a moan, or a sound of enjoyment
>I was worried, i felt like these were important, these were what
should mean i was doing the right thing.
>Glasses had let out plenty, but i wasn't hearing a single peep
now.
>I had no clues or hints to her mood, only the quiet splashing
and her soft breathing cycles.
>Frankly, as erotic and amazing the experience was
>Having sex in a pitch black bathroom, in the bathtub no less
with my best friend
>It was still only my second real "Time" and i was desperately
scared the lack of noises meant i was doing it wrong.
>I mean that's how it works right? The noises are good?
>Women in anime were always noisy, the sprawling lines of text in
manga said so as well, and sex on TV was always loud.
>I was a teenage male, all i had to go off of was media
>So as much as i was enjoying it, i felt internally that i was
doing it wrong.
>Until she squeezed.

>It wasn't like all the other squeezes, you see for those she
used her hands or her thighs
>But this squeeze was with her hands, and with her thighs...
partially
>But it was also with her breath, she pressed herself against me
and stopped her breath too.
>Her entire body seemed to tense up.
>The rest was inside of her, a convulsing tightness that
fluttered and alternated
>The sensation was unbelievable, it was as if multiple little
hands were grabbing and squeezing me in different places, all at
once
>It lasted only a couple seconds before she relaxed
>The tension across her entire body that had just been created
moments before just melted away
>But still not a single sound
>I was confused, back to thinking i had broken her or something
when i remembered she did the same thing the first night
>All of it except for the fluttering, i hadn't felt that
>That.

>was.
>her.
>climax.
>...
>Awesome.

>Glasses did nothing of the sort, or she flat out lied about
getting off
>I was halfway torn between feeling hurt about a girl i wasn't
even with, and reveling in the sensations of the girl i had in my
arms.
>I couldn't decide if Glasses had put on an act, or if Raven was
simply different.
>Sometimes i think if women knew that we were comparing them to
other women during sex, i know we would never get any action
again.
>I don't think that actually, i know that.
>[spoiler]don't tell them please[/spoiler]
>I wasn't sure what to make of this experience, but that wasn't
any sort of reason to stop.
>I continued at the pace i had set, but my progress was
inconsistent.
>Lifting a girl's hips up and down time and time again, it's not
much different from lifting weights
>Sometimes you pull them a tad higher, sometimes a tad lower
>My arms burned
>My back hurt
>I was breathing rhythmically, unintentionally timing my breaths
with each lift.
>I was getting closer and closer to orgasm myself, but i couldn't
do it.
>I had to stop

>I dropped her lightly, her pelvis grinding fully into mine
>my arms flopped to my sides, i couldn't even hold her hips
anymore
>They burned like hell, my shoulders were even sore.
>[spoiler]It's such an interesting thought, that before i lost my
virginity i didn't even realize sex was a physical
exercise[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]i didn't realize how taxing it was to lift a girl 40+
times, just to thrust your hips against hers.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]even if you get chemicals that make you feel less of a
burn, give you more strength and make you enjoy it
wholeheartedly. It's still a workout[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] and we've been over this, i didn't even lift[/spoiler]
>I started contemplating solutions, she still wasn't doing
anything but holding me.
>really, it kinda sucks when the girl doesn't move at all.
>I could always go back to doing the 1-inch punches i had started
with
>I'm not bruce lee, but my hips didn't know that
>I still can't bring myself to move though, i'm still catching my
breath
>She must have been curious because
>"Did you...finish?"
>Inquisitive, almost sad.
>Breaks her vow of silence

>I let out the same "mmm mmm" she had used before
>I didn't want to let on that i was tired, and i felt like
talking might give it away.
>"You can... it's alright you know"
>Oh drat, these are the kinds of things i need to think of before
my penis is inside of women
>The thought hadn't even crossed my mind
>There were quite a few "No its not alright"s and "No i can't"s
that passed through my head
>I tried to be the chivalrous knight in this situation
>which is always a bad idea, but you know.
>"It's alright, we can stop"

>It was a dumb idea, but i had made her climax once
>I figured she was good, would be satisfied
>that made sense in my teenage brain
>But you see that's not how it works anons
>[spoiler]For a female, sex is a different beast than it is for a
male, the different genders tend to focus on completely separate
things[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] where for a male the high points of sex are the
climax, or the enjoyment of providing pleasure to the woman,
everything else comes second.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]For women, climaxes are great, they'll ride each one
out like a heroin high[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]But those cheating bastards get to have more than one,
and even worse still, as a result the sex isn't about a single
climax, it's spread out across the entire experience[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]The feeling of a man holding you in his arms, the
feeling of that same man thrusting inside you[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] and yes, each orgasm, and the final knowledge that
you've satisfied him, as well as the psychological aspects of
feeling important, loved and needed by that male[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] even if it's just for those moments[/spoiler]
>She wasn't.

>"No it's alright"
>My response is blunt, she's got to understand

>"No, its not"
>That seems to get the point across
>Now she knows what i'm thinking, why i'm ready to stop here
>Getting her pregnant is not on my list of things to do today.
>"It is...I just didn't tell you"
>W... what
>If your best friend every says these words to you while you're
having sex with her
>[spoiler] or him, i don't judge[/spoiler]
>Run

>"Remember how about a month or two ago, i said my stomach was
hurting"
>Remember, fuck she bitched at me for like a week about that
>Not even like normal bitching, turbo bitching, had to be nice to
her the entire week.
>[spoiler]She wasn't on her period that week though, i had those
planned out as "Avoid" or "Bribe with food" days in my
mind.[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]You'll do that one day too anons, when you have a close
female friend[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]You'll forget to do it once, and never again will those
dates leave your mind[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] and don't imagine you won't get a female friend, you
will eventually, its like a curse you can't escape[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] and if you're wondering, right now was right around
those days of the month, i wasn't sure how the cycle worked
exactly but you can tell now why i was so willing to just
stop[/spoiler]
>She continues her story
>"Well it ends up they were just cramps, but the doctor did a
full check-up to figure that out"
>"He prescribed me some meds..."

>"They weren't too bad... but..."
>She's crying
>I can hear it in her voice
>I'm not liking this story anymore
>I actually want to stop the story and continue with my life
without hearing it
>you know when you can tell it's just not going to end well and
you should bail now?
>Well i didn't bail, stupid me.
>"He said something about scar tissue, about it being twisted"
>She broke down into silence at this point, i didn't need to hear
more.
>I didn't understand why she didn't tell me, i was her best
friend for fuck's sake
>She had told me everything about her life
>I didn't understand if it was too personal, or if she was just
too hurt
>I didn't understand how she had hidden it from me, or why.
>there's only one question to ask in a situation like that.
>"Why didn't you tell me?"
>I'm not trying to be harsh, its soft, meaningful.

>Its an absurd contrast to my harsh uncaring personality earlier.
>I briefly consider the idea that i may be bipolar, or suffering
from some insane mental disease
>Considering i'm flitting off into imagination land so often, i
wouldn't put it past myself.
>The answer i get from her though is anything but insane
>Its really quite typical
>Cliche even
>"I thought you wouldn't like me if you found out"
>Those aren't happy words, and they aren't composed of happy
sounds, and they aren't coming out of a happy throat.

>Of course, out of all the things it could be though
>It's THAT one.
>She's thinking that i somehow would think of her as a lesser
person if she told me

>I should have realized
>she was hiding her chest size stuffing or wearing padded bras
around me
>She had been my best friend for years and what she had said was
completely true, she had been in love with me, trying to attract
me and appeal to me for years now.
>and she felt that somehow, somewhere, it wasn't worth telling
her best friend about what had obviously been hurting her for
months

>Because it would make him less likely to "like" her.
>Less likely mate-material.
>That thought... more than anything else hurt.

>Whatever it was, it was not "Alright"
>It was not all fine, or ok
>There were connections in my mind, and that should be in your
mind about why this had happened
>[spoiler]There are places you hit people when you want to make
the scars and bruises visible, and places you hit when you don't
want them to show[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Cowards will hit those weaker than them in the stomach,
kidneys, liver[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]It's where you hit someone to hurt them without others
knowing, where you hit someone who has to go to school the next
day[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]It's also the most painful[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] remember i compared being hit in the kidneys and liver
to full spinal pain? To being kicked in the balls?[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]The entire area is a mess of nerves, bundles of
sensitive organs, even more so for women[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Anons that have been in a fight know, each hit is the
worst thing you've ever felt, until the next one comes.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]It didn't go over so well with a developing
uterus.[/spoiler]
>I knew that if i ever met the man, he wouldn't walk away.

>She's not liking my silence
>My murderous contemplation of ways to kill her father
>She takes it as any insecure teenager would, as confirmation of
her worst fears
>She had a backup plan it seemed
>Words that she had repeated over and over in her head to make
herself feel better
>Words she cried out, a mixture of forced happiness and sobbing
>"He said it can get better when i'm older, that there's surgery
and medicine i can take"
>It sounds like she's desperate, like its some shot in the dark
>But i guess everyone sounds like that when a doctor gives you
hope like that.
>"He said it's not too bad, that i can have children even if -
>I stop her with a kiss

>I don't need to hear more
>She may think that pleading and trying to tell me that it's all
good-and-dandy is what she should be doing to make me like her
more.
>But its not
>I don't even like kids
>I'm not planning on having kids anytime soon
>It's not a talk, not a conversation i need in my life right
then.
>Frankly as much as i was angry and hurt about this revelation,
it was to my benefit
>As much as i hated to admit it
>it was convenient
>Yes, i was a gigantic dick
>But you're in my head, no complaining.

>The kiss, as expected, tasted awful
>Not vomit again in the tub awful, but pretty bad
>We broke apart pretty quick
>There weren't any words involved, but i could hear her lean down
and swish some water in her mouth then spit it out.
>I did the same
>We probably both tasted awful
>She was weird though, long after i had cleansed the flavor out
of my mouth, she was still leaning over and gargling and
spitting.
>I hear her slurping at the water every time, it's pretty funny
to listen to.
>It really is like the sound you would make saying "Pew" while
inhaling
>she seems to slurp, and then i feel her weight shift as she
comes up, seemingly without spitting.
>Next thing i know her lips are on mine
>Next next thing i know, there's water in my mouth
>Then my lungs

>Yeah i'm sure her idea of romantically sharing water with me in
some kind of dirty-mouthwash-kiss was great
>Im sure it worked out amazingly in her head
>But in reality i had no clue it was coming and just inhaled like
an idiot
>There was a lot of burning
>little bit of choking
>Lot of coughing and sputtering
>I'm pretty sure it was some payback for me trying to drown her
>She started laughing pretty quick
>Lovely laughter, ringing across the entire bathroom
>My favorite sound when i was younger.
>I would have been angry, i mean in any other situation i would
have been annoyed at least
>But i was still inside this woman
>And she was laughing
>She had her hands on my shoulders
>Nothing to stop her lower torso from moving and wiggling as she
giggled

>and the muscle contractions of her giggling and flexing her
stomach
>It was fucking amazing

>I'm pretty sure i had a second wind there
>Placed my hands around her waist and plunged as deep as i could
go from wherever it was at the time she was laughing.
>She shut up quick, the laughter turned off like a faucet in a
jewish household
>I wasn't worried anymore, i had realized before that she was
enjoying it
>Even if she wasn't very vocal, complete opposite really
>Every time i pressed up against her cervix her hands squeezed my
shoulders tighter.
>Complete with the gasp and sigh cycle from before.
>It was wonderful, i knew i was having an effect on her now
>But my second wind didn't last very long
>20 hard, full, thrusts and i was out of strength
>I couldn't do anything but leave my hands where they were and
ask for help in the most manly way possible
>"Your turn!"

>I kinda sat there completely still
>I was hoping she would get the idea and help out
>You know, realize i was dead tired because i was doing all the
work
>As good as this felt, it was some damn one-sided sex.
>We sat there for a good minute before i got fed up with the lack
of movement on her end
>"I want you to finish us off..."
>I tried to make it sound like a request, not a demand
>it was a demand
>she seemed to give a start at that
>lifted up about an inch and dropped down again
>I think she surprised herself because she let out the first
actual vocal sound she'd done since i had entered her.
>It was a high pitched something, surprised-sound
>But it was a sound, progress!

>She continued, much slower than i would have liked
>Smooth and painfully slow she rose on her knees until i had only
an inch or two inside her
>Then just as slowly she seemed to lower herself down again
>It was different, the friction was slow and building, she was
using the hands on my shoulder as not only support, but leverage
to rise up.
>And she was making sounds
>Little quiet "Hmmms" and "Ahhs" every once in a while
>It was different, it was lovely
>But it was still too slow
>I tried to make this clear with a "Faster" but she didn't change
the pace.
>It wasn't until i added a "Please" that she settled down all the
way and ground her hips into mine.

>She had me begging
>I was a lost cause
>But even still, the plea worked and she was moving much faster
now
>I was building to my own climax nicely, i even could roam my
hands across her body.
>An action i realized i had been neglecting entirely to do
>As i explored her curves, her breasts and her behind, i quickly
found she was far more verbal with touches than she was with just
sex.
>Her buttocks would make her sigh contently if i traced my
fingers along them, her sides would make her giggle the slightest
bit.
>For a while i even contemplated tickling her until i could
achieve my own climax, a mean... but tempting solution in my
mind.
>But her breasts, they made her give the strongest response of
all
>Every time i rubbed them, every time i caressed them, she gave
the smallest moan.
>She had very sensitive breasts i remembered
>I remembered there was an even more sensitive bit while i
brought my hands up to her nipples
>well not really brought my hands to, it was more of a
feeling-around thing because it was dark.
>Still i'm not even sure i found her nipples, because she
climaxed while i was roaming around
>Maybe i brushed them accidentally, but she went off like a bomb.

>Most times when you read a story, they'll tell you the two
lovers came at the same time.
>Reached that beautiful climax together
>Well that's a load of shit, that never happens with first-time
sex with someone.
>One person is always left out, or one goes first and the other
follows
>They just say its at the same time to make it romantic
>Raven was a bit different
>She was magical
>In the way that when she came that second time, i didn't have a
choice
>That squeezing, that pressure, that muscle convulsions she had
performed so beautifully on me the first time?
>Three times stronger this time.
>Yup
>When i say we came together, it's because i didn't have a
choice.

>The climax itself was wonderful
>The words to explain it would be impossible, but i'll get as
close as i can.
>It was like a kerr vacuum, no sensations, no time.
>She was back to hugging me, i'm sure i had even experienced a
bit of torque-free precession as unlikely as that sounds.
>At the very least, we had moved a quaternion, how far was beyond
me.
>But all i knew was that my tipler cylinder was meeting hers.
>Frankly if it wasn't for the chronology protection conjecture
>And the fact that it would break the novikov self-consistency
principle.
>I would have gladly gone back multiple times and done it again.
>Whatever it was, we had passed a cauchy horizon, no going back
now.

>When we stopped moving
>When the water stopped splashing
>There was a sense of completion that hadn't been there before
>Maybe it was the darkness heightening the atmosphere
>The laboured breathing of both of us in the pitch black.
>Maybe it was the fingers digging so tightly into my back that it
hurt
>Maybe it was my hands doing nearly the same to her.
>Maybe it was the fact that i had just deposited a huge load of
sperm into my best friend.
>Probably that last one.
>But it was still all of the things above it too, don't get me
wrong.

>But on my male-mind, the only real thought was that it was the
second girl in two days i'd marked completely as my own.
>No matter how temporary that may prove to be.

>I was still hard, i know she was still willing
>But i'm tired, and she's tired
>I think sex needs to stop for the sake of being exhausted
>I bring my hands back to her sides and manage a bit of a weak
tickle
>She giggles
>I remember what that feels like.
>I think i might actually act-out my plan of getting her to
laugh-me-off.
>It's really not a bad plan
>I start tickling
>I don't get very far before the magic words come in
>"Stop, i have to pee"

>God damnit, i don't want to move
>I don't want to have her move
>I'd like to stay inside of her for a little while more
>My penis is happy in there
>I weigh the options
>Move
>Don't move
>I go through an awfully contorted round of thought
>It goes from me having swum in pools with her before, to her
most likely having relieved herself in some of those pools
(everyone does it)
>Not to mention her girl-parts currently being underwater
>Yeah, fuck it
>I tell her to go ahead and pee
>this goes over about as well as you would expect

>First there's embarrassment
>Little bit of anger
>Get called a pervert
>Some of that pleading stuff to let her get up
>I've got my hands on her waist and i make it very clear she's
not leaving.
>Then denial as to be expected, the good ol "I don't have to pee
anymore" trick.
>I start ticking again
>"I lied please stop"
>I stop, this is fun.
>She's pleading again
>I don't have to really argue about it, i tell her it's pitch
black i won't see, there's water between us so i won't even feel
it.
>I also offer to tickle/press it out of her if she tries to leave
me there.
>She's resistant to the idea
>I make up some excuse about wanting to feel what its like when
her bladder is contracting.
>She seems oddly compliant with this idea
>It's like i bring up sex-things and she's all in it for me..
>I put this out of my mind as she says "Fine" and starts to tense
up

>I didn't feel it at all
>There was a temperature change in the water between and directly
around us
>It gets warmer, hot directly above my crotch
>That was it
>The most interesting part was that i could feel the muscles
inside her expelling the liquid, i could almost feel her
stomach/navel cavity change shape as the urine left her bladder.
>I think while we were having sex i was pressing against it.
>Interesting, not particularly arousing, but still cool
nonetheless.
>It's been a very educational experience
>Well until she points out the water is now full of piss
>Right i guess we should probably drain it and start fresh or
something
>I don't want to move though
>Master plan time.
>I don't even move my upper body, just shift over a bit and throw
my foot over in the air towards the faucet
>I manage to find the drain-bit and pull it up with my toes
>Works like a charm, the water starts draining

>But now i'm lying down on my back in the water with her above
me.
>The water is slowly draining, i think i'm actually pretty comfy
where i am
>The air in the bathroom is pretty warm since all of the steam,
so it's not too cold as the water lowers.

>I'm not really too sleepy, just tried, i don't know about her
>But i wrap her up in as many of my legs as i can and pull her
close as we lie there in the slowly draining water.
>Eventually the water is gone, we're lying naked together
>I contemplate going to sleep, it would be nice
>I almost think she's gone to sleep again
>But i'm interrupted by a scraping sound
>i only try thinking about what it could be for half a second
>The door.