Title: Reflections of Serenity: Against All Chance
Author: Neko Niece
Keywords: m(17) f(15), Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Consensual
Summary: At 15, young Serenity has a lapse in judgment and
dabbles into the exciting world of sex in risky places.
Taking chances was never so fun.
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Reflections of Serenity
Against All Chance
I picked up the nickname of Serenity while still in Highschool. People
said it was a combination of both my disposition, and of course the TV show
Firefly. They said I looked like the character Inara Serra. Serra, Sere,
Serenity. I didn't and still don't really see the resemblance. So even if
I was nicknamed after a spaceship, I still liked the name. No one really
calls me that anymore. That is, except when I am online.
Yet just because I had a reputation for keeping my cool and the one that
people always came to for advice, didn't mean I had my fair share of near
disastrous moments. Especially when it came to sex. My Achilles heal.
The one thing in this world that completely unhinges my tentitive hold on
sanity.
This is but one example of my many failed judgement calls. I was in 9th
grade at the time and no stranger to sex. My boyfriend Brian was in the
11th. He'd turned 17 just a few days past, while I wouldn't be 16 for
another two and half months yet.
On that Day Brian and I were just hanging around my house. Both of us
were broke. And besides, it was a Sunday so nothing really good was open
anyway. To top it all off, it was mid-winter and it was well below zero
degrees Fahrenheit. We had a ton of snow and the wind swept through the
valley like a rampaging pack of second graders on recess. Even though we
had the heat cranked in the house, it was still chilly. The wind sucked
the heat from the house faster than we could heat it.
I am the type that gets cold easily so I almost always have a blanket
around me in the winter so there was no way in hell I was going out there.
My parents are completely used to my ever present comforter, and have
gotten used to the fact that I will just automatically cover up whomever I
am sitting next to at the time.
My Mom had invited Brian to stay for dinner, which he did. My Mom isn't
the best cook ever, but her Pork Chops and Spaghetti are truly amazing.
After dinner, full and content, we settled in the living room to watch a
movie. It was an old movie but a really cool one that I'd seen plenty of
times. It was called "Romancing the Stone". If you haven't seen it, you
really should. You will like it, I'm sure. Anyway, my parents were on the
couch to the side. My mom was leaned up against my dad, using him as a
lounge. He never complained tho. He is cool like that. Me and Brian were
sitting on the floor in front of them if they were looking straight ahead
and not looking at the TV. We were propped against the rocker, using it as
a backrest. Bryan was holding me around the shoulders and my comforter was
draped over both of us. He was rather warm and I was snuggled into that
blessed heat factory as much as I possibly could be.
Like I said, my parents were pretty much used to me being covered up and
they trusted me, so it wasn't a big deal. And normally it wasn't. Not
unless they werent' there of course. But on this night, the only light in
the house was from the TV so, it was pretty dark. As the movie wore on,
Brian's hands weren't exactly still. Light caresses are an instant turn-on
for me and he knew that.
Soon my eyes were closed as I pressed more fully into his ever warm
body. My senses were alive and tingling, waiting for the next touch and
trying to anticipate where it would be. My heart raced when his hand crept
under my Tshirt and slowly made its way toward my breast. All sound
judgment was out the window by that time, so I shifted slightly to the side
to give him better access. It's a good thing that the TV was rather loud
because I know I let out a content sigh when his hand closed over my
breast.
I let his roaming hand get as far as slipping the cup of my bra, up and
over my breast. I shivered in delight as he held held my breast in his
wonderfully hot hand. He rolled the nipple around on his palm, turning it
rock hard with my desire. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I removed his
hand and adjusted my shirt, leaving my bra as it was. No one would notice
anyway, not in this lack of light. I could feel the disappointment
literally ooze from him as I pulled away.
Only I wasn't pulling away for the reason he thought. Instead I crawled
over to the couch and appropriated the long floor pillow from my dad and
plopped it next to where me and Brian were sitting. My dad never even said
a word as I pulled it from him. He only grunted and shifted his weight so
I could extract it more easily, before settling in again with my mom
leaning against him. I put the pillow on the floor and stretched out. As
I laid down on my side, Brian pressed his warm body up against my back and
put his arm around me. Instead of wasting time that we really didn't have,
I drew his hand under my shirt and cradled it again to my breast. His warm
breath in my ear was making me shiver and I smiled dreamily at him as I
nuzzled into his scantly stubbled cheek. I could feel the hard outline of
his penis pressed firmly against my butt and I pushed back against it,
rubbing him with my rear.
While he played with my breasts, both were free from the confines of my
bra now, I reached down and cupped his penis in my hand. It felt so hot
and hard inside his jeans. I knew it didnt want to be kept in there and
longed to be set free. I was feeling much too horny to care, so I quietly
unzipped his jeans and fished around until I felt his hardness fully in my
hand. I manuevered it from his underwear and jeans, stroking it gently. I
then lifted my skirt so that he could press into me, skin on skin. He did,
gratefully, I might add. I know because he left a snail trail of precum on
my ass.
I knew it had already gone too far, and I also I knew I wasn't going to
stop. I couldn't have, even if had I wanted to. My insides were a
rumbling turmoil of need and I was producing more than enough lubrication
to oil a Semi truck cross country.
Pulling my panties to the side, I shifted my legs and with my hand I
guided him past my ass. He was nearly straining himself with effort I
think, because he was so eager. I felt the knob-end slip by my ass hole,
covering me with his slime, just before he hit dead center at my vaginal
opening.
I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut as he pushed into me. I
tried my hardest not to make any noise whatsoever. It was rather difficult
and I am sure I stopped breathing with the effort. Had anyone been able to
see my face I can only guess that they would have thought I was having
either a massive stroke.
He felt incredible as he slid into me with relative ease. My already
ragged senses were heightened by the proximity of my parents, knowing that
with the wrong movement or noise we would be so busted. It was one of the
few times in my life that I was glad that both my parents smoked to
disguise the potent smell of arousal!
So there we were, not even a dozen steps from my parents with only a
blanket and the dark to cover what we were doing. It was agonizingly quiet
as he pressed himself into me and I ground back against him. The pace was
almost tearfully slow, but determined. Once he was fully engulfed inside
me, it was easier. The movements didnt have to be as long. Short, slow
strokes strokes that didn't give away much in movement.
Like an idiot, I hadn't thought about a condom. Not like we could have
gotten one on anyway. I admit, I was incredibly lucky not to have ever
gotten pregnant. Not just this time, as more often than not I was a firm
believer in the pull out method... Except tonight there wasn't any room
for him to pull out, nor was their anything for him to shoot off into.
My mind was as ablaze, trying to figure out where I was on my cycle.
Unfortunately my brain was as deluged as my body was and I came to the
conclusion that I didn't fucking care anymore. That simple thought,
combined with the excrutiating buildup, brought me over the edge. To keep
myself from screaming, I bit Brian's arm. Hard.
After seeing the bruise later, I found that I had bitten him harder than
I thought I did. To his credit, he didn't complain about it. Then again,
our time together that night wasn't lost on him either. I don't remember
if he made any sound. If he did, I was too lost in the overwhelming
release of burning pleasure to have noticed it. To this day, it was one of
the biggest orgasms I have ever had.
As I came back to earth, it was to hear him whisper in my ear, "Oh shit,
Sere..." Perhaps it wasn't the most romantic of utterances, but it mattered
little because at that moment I felt him gushing inside me. I pushed my
ass back against him, savoring a feeling that was all too infrequent. I
contracted my muscles, squeezing, and milking him as as he came inside me.
I felt so warm and loved in that instant, that I actually hoped that I
would get pregnant.
It was a thought that lasted all the time it had taken to form the
thought, mind you. Yet for the briefest of times, I wanted nothing more.
He kissed me on the neck as he lost his erection. Though his penis grew
mostly flacid, my leg had his thighs trapped securely against me, and he
remained inside. We stayed like that for nearly the rest of the movie.
I was lost in a dream-like daze and I believe I nodded off, because it
seemed like mere seconds before Brian reached down to tuck himself away. I
looked up just in time to Michael Douglas dive into the water to go after
the alligator. The movie was about to end, so I too shifted my panties
back into position and we waited out the credits with me in his arms.
After the movie ended, it was already pretty late so he had to go. He
left with a lingering kiss and a promise to call me after school. I stood
at the doorway in my cum soaked panties wondering if he had made me
pregnant that night. That thought returned guiltily to me as I closed the
door and stayed with me with every slippery step I took.
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