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A Completely Normal Story
by 007Bistromath (007bistromath@gmail.com)

***

Nothing special here, just a boy and a girl. Anybody 
who knows my name knows that's certainly not my usual 
fare. (MF, 1st, rom)

***

This story is complete fiction, but it is, in its own 
way, about real people. She'll probably read this, 
because she posts here. My apologies to her; I simply 
couldn't not write this, as it has been so long since I 
have been struck by such fully-formed inspiration. I 
had to capture it and share it before it left me. I 
hope this doesn't bother you, though I know you well 
enough to say it probably won't. And no, I don't think 
this is the way things would play out. I have no idea 
how you'd respond to some of the things that happen in 
this story. I'm just writing what works best.

Enough of that. I need to start actually writing this 
thing.

She is one of my best friends. Never would've thought 
it the first time I met her. Before I knew her, I 
thought of her as dressing a little too punky for my 
tastes, and being a little too "random." More somebody 
I'd have hung out with a couple years ago. Unlike many, 
though, the quirkiness was not a veneer overlaying the 
same prudishness everybody else had. She turned out to 
be weird all the way to the bone. Much better. She was 
also very cuddly, often surprising me with hugs once we 
knew each other better. Exactly what I wanted.

Every time I speak with her, she seems to fit me a 
little better. She has the strengths I want, the 
weaknesses I understand, and the laugh of an angel. 
She's never felt the same way about me. I'm her friend. 
A very good friend, apparently: she makes a point of 
helping and comforting me however she can, giving me 
stern advice whenever she thinks I need it, otherwise 
being a wonderfully matronly person, and generally 
fooling everyone we hang out with into thinking that 
she does like me "that way," but still just a friend. 
One time in the sort of ridiculously stupid maudlin fit 
I often dump at her feet, I mentioned wanting her to be 
the mother of my children. 

Rather than, say, laughing, or telling me I'm being 
dumb, or hanging up on the creepy guy making weird 
insinuations, she said, "no promises." Possibly the 
worst answer she could've given, as it just fuels the 
illusory campaign of romance in my head, but I think 
she believes it to some extent. The discussion we had 
then made me think more than ever before that we'd fit 
perfectly. Like many people I have known, she is one of 
those who says she thinks it's okay to get physical 
with friends, but doesn't actually do it. 

Unlike those other people, her being that way does not 
frustrate me. She isn't ready. She's got stuff to sort 
out, and she's a lot stronger than me, strong enough to 
not be crippled by loneliness. She is also a virgin, 
and wants her first time to be Special. And so the 
story begins.

I think that I can be Special. I know it, really. I 
haven't done much, but just enough to know that I know 
what I need to know. Despite complaining when I'm 
feeling down, as I am wont to do, I don't really 
usually feel any pressure with her, because I know that 
for somebody like this, who wants what she wants, 
foreplay begins years before any clothes come off. 

I might not be her first, but I could be her best, and 
I know from experience that the first time with 
somebody Special feels like the first. I will do this 
right for her. Even if just for a few minutes, she will 
feel what I do.

This is what I told myself as we arrived home. We had 
met at the mall, where we ate Subway and bought a DVD 
to watch. Some anime I'd never heard of that she insist 
I see. We walk upstairs to my mother's apartment and 
back to my room in it. I sit on the bed and she tackles 
me. I squeal and writhe and wrap my arms around her. 
Then she pulls away.

The movie is pretty good, but as usually happens when I 
watch things with her, I don't quite fully assimilate 
some parts, because I am rather distracted. She is 
close to me, and we are tangled up in each other. I can 
feel the soft play of her flesh against mine, and my 
breath rebounding against her neck; I can smell her 
hair, and trace its tight curls with my eyes. She is 
absolutely beautiful.

Shortly after the movie is over, she complains that her 
neck hurts, and lays on her belly. I begin to massage 
her shoulders. It's been ages since I've done this; I 
hope I'm not pressing too hard. She seems to like it, 
and I move around. Her lower back, her sides. She seems 
a little sleepy, and I slip my hands underneath her 
shirt and pull it up. I continue my work, feeling her 
soft, supple skin under my hands. I'm a little nervous. 
I know that I probably shouldn't do what I'm about to 
try.

"Let me get this out of the way."

"Mmmm?"

Hooks. Bah. I fumble with them, as always. The damn 
things never cooperate with me. Why don't these things 
have snaps? To my surprise, she reaches behind her and 
solves the problem for me. 

I return to work without obstacle. As I spread my 
attention around, this cycle repeats itself several 
times. Even though it's what I intended when I began, 
it takes me a little while to realize that she is 
looking up at me, nude. I lean forward and plant a kiss 
on her cheek. At the same time I raise my hand to her 
chest. She doesn't swat it away like she usually does. 
I move slowly to kiss her lips. She doesn't turn her 
head like she usually does. I hold her and we kiss.

My pants are too tight. What are they still doing on 
anyway? I disrobe. I struggle a bit with the socks, 
which always seem way too tight even though I buy the 
size the package says to. I finally pull the second one 
all the way off, panting and wheezing from the strain, 
and she giggles at me, telling me I need to get in 
shape. I squint. "Yes, I know. Hush."

We embrace again, I run my hands gently all along her 
body. I let my fingertips just barely touch her, waving 
them back and forth very slowly, as though I were 
playing a harp made from spider silk. She takes in a 
sharp breath and I hold her tightly, kissing her again. 

I work my way slowly down to her neck, her shoulders, 
her breasts, her belly. Here I pause a moment, running 
my hands across her skin and pressing my face tightly 
to her, just enjoying the feel of her. I press my lips 
against her and blow.

BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!

She buffets my head with slaps and I giggle like a 
maniac.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"

"You cut that out!"

*snort* "Okay, okay. Sorry."

I move back up to her face and begin again. This time I 
don't stop at her belly.

"Tell me when I've found it."

"Ooh! There!"

"Perfect."

As I play around it with my tongue, I slide two fingers 
into her and curl them in the way I have been told is 
proper. Soon, she has her thighs clamped around my 
head, and she sometimes jumps off the mattress. In the 
kind of stories I read, this is when she'd reach her 
first of seven or so climaxes, but I've no clue how to 
really tell. All I know is she's enjoying herself. 
Mission accomplished.

After a time, I crawl back up to her face and kiss her 
again. I lick my fingers, and dry them on the sheet, 
and run them through her hair. I move between her legs 
and adjust myself.

"Are you ready?"

"Um... Don't you have any rubbers?"

I put a finger to her lips.

"Shhhhh."

I lower my face beside hers and whisper into her ear.

"Of course I do. But you want your first time to be 
Special, right? I usually don't bother taking my socks 
off, you know. My feet get cold anyway. But I wanted to 
be completely and totally naked with you. I wanted us 
both to feel every slightest nuance, and to have 
nothing between us. Tonight, we are the entire world."

I rise back to look in her eyes.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes."

I am inside her. Neither of us can breathe evenly. 
Ecstatic rapture jumps between us as though we were the 
two sides of a capacitor. Slow, fast, slow again, deep, 
then shallow. I give a couple hard thrusts for good 
measure and collapse to the side of her, sweating 
profusely.

"How am I doing?"

"That was really nice."

"Was? I'm not done. I just need a drink."

I come back with some water, and we both drink and 
cuddle and talk. When we're ready again, she climbs on 
top of me. I hold her close, and bury my face in her 
breasts. We need another break soon. Next time I have 
her turn sideways, so that we form a T. I can generally 
go deepest this way, I've found. 

With one arm I hold her near leg, hugging it tight 
against me. With the other hand, I hold one of her 
breasts, brushing and tweaking the nipple. Another 
break. The glass is empty, and this time she goes to 
get the water, as I am huffing and puffing too much. I 
look up at her when she returns. She smiles very 
sweetly, and her curvaceous body glistens with sweat. I 
am happier than I've ever been in my entire life, and 
tell her so. She just lies down next to me again, and 
we kiss.

Things are getting urgent down south, so for the last 
round I go with what's worked before. She sits on top 
of me, facing away. She lies down on her belly, and 
rocks gently back and forth over me. I push upwards and 
grasp her hips tightly. I am stirring around inside 
her, causing intense shocks. I cry out many times, 
thinking I've finished, but sinking back away from the 
edge. 

Finally it happens. Whether she's finished too, or is 
just slowing down because she can tell I'm drained, I 
don't know. I look at the clock: about forty-five 
minutes. Close enough for government work. We 
disentangle, take a drink, and reentangle.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Hope she's not late for work.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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