Their First

Author's note: I found this as a forgotten google doc titled "scene work practice." It was unfinished, so I finished it. It's rather short and simple, but I like it, and I figured you guys would too.

Do enjoy!

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For all her beauty, she was shy as she stood before him, nude, in all her splendor. She had to fight the urge not to cover herself, keep his eyes off of her prominent inner labia, the cratered slits of her inverted nipples. Though she looked gorgeous to him, she felt grotesque, having never shown herself to someone in such a way before.

"You are very pretty." He told her, panning his eyes over her body, sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking back on the heels of his hands, eyes analyzing every detail as she stood motionless, legs slightly spread, her arms behind her back, her hands on her elbows. She held her chin high and tried to exude confidence.

He thought her fresh high and tight haircut suited her; it was the shortest her hair had ever been. She didn't feel it exactly fit her, being a spur-of-the-moment decision, one made for want of recognition, though now that his eyes were on her, the decision felt dumb.

"Thank you." She'd almost forgotten to thank him for the compliment. It was obvious to him that she was overthinking every little detail. After she spoke, she forced herself to relax and focus on the person in front of her. He was nude in the same way she was, but he seemed to wear it better, with a more confident aura around his figure, and a gentile ease to his expression and the gaze he laid on her.

"You're uneasy." He stated. She nodded, not reluctant, though it came slowly. "It's alright." He told her. She swallowed thickly before her next words came.

"Can we shower together?" She asked him. That was what she'd wanted to do. A nice night of cuddling and close contact, feeling his body heat against her as she drifted off to sleep....

"Yes." He spoke, breaking her from her daydream, and she startled herself with where her eyes lay after her mind's eye veil dropped. She was staring directly at his penis, now erect, the tip of his glans purple in color, just visible where his foreskin didn't quite cover it.

He let her stare, her curiosity and accompanying expression cute. She blushed, and he admired how the skin of her chest reddened. The size of her chest didn't matter to him. The only fact of note being that their hearts would be very close together when they hugged.

"Would you like me to get it started for you? Come in when you're ready?" He asked her, making a gesture towards the bathroom. She realized dumbly that she'd just been staring at his dick since he'd spoken last.

"I wanted to do all of it together," she said, taking her arms from behind her back and fidgeting with her hands, showing a bit of unease, moving her eyes to the ground. He stood abruptly and took her hand, then led her down the hallway.

"Can we stay naked all day today?" She asked as they entered the bathroom. He turned to her and smiled, nodding enthusiastically.

"Of course." He said, not quite closing the door behind them. She found herself staring once again. He seemed comfortable with it, so she figured there was no harm. He started the water to warm up, and she found a question on her tongue.

"Can we hug?" She asked, and he nodded, an honest smile on his face as he extended his arms towards her. She was slightly apprehensive about having his penis pushed so firmly against her stomach, but she went ahead with it anyway. His contact was gentile, and the feeling of his arms around her was calming. They stood like that a while, long enough for her to wonder if he could feel her nipples.

The steam coming off the water told them it was time, and they parted. He got in first and admired her as she stepped over the side of the tub to get in, spreading her legs slightly. She closed the shower curtain and hugged him again, all in one smooth motion. His arms were easy to fall into, the feeling of his skin against hers something she found she craved intensely.

"He's Asexual, but he wears it differently than I do... I'm lucky to have him." She thought. He was far more experienced than she was, treating sex as more of a hobby he fell into with those he trusted, rather than something he actively pursued.

She was ace too, but never had the opportunities he had, nor the drive to go after them.

"I've never been this familiar with someone before." She thought.

"Could we kiss?" The corners of her lips curled in a grin as she asked. He nodded before she could go on. "Like..." She paused, blushed, and looked away from him to the floor.

"However you want." He is words were slow and soft. He could see how she clenched her jaw as she spoke.

"Could you suck on my tongue?" Her face burst aflame, bright red. He nodded again, paying no mind, simply turning his head to the side and stooping down, no more conversation to be had.

She let her jaw go slack, and his tongue found hers as she extended it outwards. He brought it between his lips and massaged it lovingly. Perfect sensations as he pressed it between his lips, applying slight suction, kneading what he could of it.

She shuddered, pressing herself deeper into his arms, relishing what little taste his saliva had. They parted, and she felt her vulva throbbing, breathing heavy against him.

He took her in his hands, lathering the expanse of her body, across the crisp tan lines where toned skin gave way to the pale flesh of her breasts. She preferred to wear a bikini-style top, made for distance swimming, and a tight-fitting swimsuit jammer bottom. Her tan lines looked gorgeous to his eyes and spoke of dedication to her fitness routine. He admired all of her as he soaped her up, her toned expanse of back muscles, broad shoulders, and defined abs.

His hands were large and strong, but gentile, little and less of their strength reaching her. He coaxed her underneath the water and rinsed his work off of her, the white foam falling to the floor, their gaze still fixed on one another.

Her full head shorter height allowed him easy access to her hair. Her heart jumped when he poked her in the back inadvertently. She found she enjoyed the feeling of it against her, and longed to be able to explore it, and ask questions.

"Can I do yours?" She asked after he rinsed her hair, standing before him, smiling, feeling warmed in more ways than one.

"I already showered this morning." He told her.

"Oh. I see." She said. She felt sad that she wouldn't be able to return the favor, but that was okay. "Let's get out and cuddle." She said, warming his heart with her calm smile. She was more confident than ever now that she knew how he saw her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do whatever she asked of him.

They stepped out and dried each other off, the large soft bath towels enveloping them in momentary warmth, casting the air-drying coolness aside. He draped the whole towel over her head and frizzled her hair, making her laugh. When he pulled the towel off her head, she kissed him again. He knew precisely what felt best, how to make her heart race, and time cease around them, leaving only the sensations and taste of the kiss they shared.

When they parted, he found he wanted more from her, to feel her breath against his face, to make her shift her feet, eager to get closer to him. This was one of the rare moments where his libido stepped in. Most times, he made others happy, and there was physical arousal, yes. But the pang of tightness and excitement he felt then did not come about often.

"Let's go lie down." He said, and she nodded. She never expected him to sweep her off her feet and carry her to bed like a princess, but it was a welcome surprise. He lay her down on the bed, and fell in next to her, lying face to face. No tension, not a drop of apprehension between them.

"No covers, I want us to see each other." She told him, extending a finger in a 'hold on' gesture when he went to grab them. He nodded. "May I touch you?" Her voice caught, and she wrong piped some saliva, coughing into her fist before composing herself.

"Of course." He told her, waiting patiently for her to calm down. He relaxed fully now, letting her hands roam, lying idly, simply watching her expression of joy and interest. She was cute and completely without vanity or trepidation as she covered every inch of him she could reach.

His penis was, well, interesting, at least to her. A stiff muscle in a sheath of velvet under her hand, the skin so soft and supple. The sliding action of his foreskin was fascinating to behold, and the purple, shiny appearance of his glans was pleasing to the eye.

"He smells so good." She thought. As long as she'd known him, he'd smelled like that, some antiperspirant or cologne that ticked every box for her, since they'd met each other, both aged 13.

"Has it really been six years?" Her mind wandered, entranced by his anatomy.

The same loose, supple skin made up his scrotum, and he found her exploratory touch overly gentile, but sweet. She enjoyed how they reacted to her the most, the way they moved on their own as he lay relaxed, her fingertips making them retreat upwards when she grazed him.

She could stay like this for hours, poking and prodding at him, a new toy to play with. He was willing, she knew.

"I can make it bounce, would you like to see?" He told her, and her eyes lit up, smirk turning into a grin as she nodded eagerly. He lay on his back, and she watched with unbridled joy and interest as he made it bounce up and down by itself, moving sort of like a metronome.

"That's so cool." She said, giggling like mad, sharing the laugh with him. She fell on top of him suddenly, her head against his chest, and his penis comfortably between her legs, shaft against the inside of her left thigh, his glans against her rump.

"Can you feel my nipples when our chests are together?" she asked him, her voice felt in his chest.

"Not really." He said. He couldn't quite feel her heartbeat, though he wished he could.

"Thank you so much for doing this with me." She said. She couldn't believe she'd found the courage to even ask it of him. He smiled and hugged her tighter.

"I'm very glad you asked me." He said. "I've always felt there was a little more between us." He said. She wanted desperately to reply to that with something meaningful or heartfelt, but no words came to her.

"Me too." She found her voice after a long, uncomfortable silence. She hugged him again, somehow tighter this time, and sighed contentedly. She brought her thighs together, holding him between the inside of her upper thighs, feeling his warmth against her throbbing vulva.

"That's very warm." He said, rubbing her back with his right hand, tracing her back muscles.

"Can we watch a movie and cuddle?" She asked, "I've always wanted to do that." She said. His mind was brought to how many movies and episodes of TV shows they'd watched together on the couch, and how many signals, chances, and hints he'd missed, to be able to take her in his lap, hold her as he held her now.

"That sounds like a very fun night." He said, his voice a bass rumble against her chest. "Can you make me one of those fancy coffees you like so much?" He asked.

She giggled, a cute noise against him. "You want espresso now, of all times?" She teased, knowing he worked 2nd shift. He usually woke up around noon or 1 pm, so his day was just getting started at the current time of 4 pm.

"I just like watching you make it." He said. She felt herself blush, and he heard the saliva crackle of her lips being drawn over her teeth into a grin.

"I would love to make you a coffee." She said. "How would you like it?" She asked.

"However you made it last time, that was good." He replied, remembering the small cup of magical liquid, the taste a little harsh, but lovely.

"That was a redeye, espresso mixed with drip coffee. I added some heavy cream; that's all." She said, shaking her head, as if the explanation was so simple it didn't require words.

He knew she measured everything with a scale, like she was running a drug lab or something. It was all so interesting to him, a new hobby. Coffee was just a drink to him, but to her it was a sort of science.

"That sounds lovely." He traced his hands down to her rear and made her giggle when he took her in both hands.

"Like the feel?" She giggled at him again, and he squeezed twice.

"Honk honk." He laughed with her.

"You're such a damn goof." She said, then raised herself up, putting distance between them, and removing his member from between her thighs. It shone with a wetness she knew was hers, having it pressed against her for so long.

"I love you." She said, looking down at him. "It feels right." She thought.

"I love you too." He told her softly, the words meant for her and her alone.

She leaned down, pecking him on the lips, as fast as a cobra. She then rolled off of him and found her footing. He followed as she stared at his crotch, analyzing how it wiggled and bobbed as he moved.

She led the way into the kitchen, flicking on the light, supplementing the stark glow from the snow through the windows. She found it odd that she was happy to be naked as a jaybird in front of him now. She loved the feeling of his gaze on every part of her. Such a contrast to how this night had started, such a change, all in perhaps an hour.

She started her coffee song and dance, and he watched with admiration, the deft and practiced movements of her hobby, making her look like she was conducting an orchestra. She produced a small cup of coffee, which she diluted somewhat with a measure of a weaker sort. She handed him the cup, and he sipped gratefully, smiling at the taste.

"It's very good." He said, watching her blush at the compliment, looking down. She found her gaze again on his member, and at a clear substance dripping from his urethra.

"What is this?" She asked, tracing the underside of his very erect penis, the glans pulled back, left that way from when she'd touched it last. She gathered the clear fluid on her fingertip and looked at it in front of her face.

"That's called precum; it shows I'm very excited." He said, and she made an auditory expression of interest, then brought her finger to her mouth, tasting it.

"Doesn't taste like much of anything." She giggled, seeing his face red, unbelievably. "You got that excited watching me make you coffee?" She asked, honestly interested. She shared his blush then at what she'd just done. He desperately wanted to see more of that, the way her smile touched her eyes, the flush warming her chest and shoulders, applying a rose colored kiss to her cheeks.

He nodded, "Yeah." He said. "Just seeing you, so focused, your body on display for me." He said. She hugged him again, pressing him comfortably against her. "You make me excited in a way that not many ever have." He explained plainly.

The only response she could come up with was a grateful smile. She was never any good at putting unconscious thought or feeling into spoken word, let alone anything heartfelt, so she left it as it lay.

When they sat down on the couch next to each other, she ended up at his left, and coaxed his legs apart so she would have easy access. He found himself longing for her to explore him. Her unabashed curiosity, of all things, was what he loved most about her.

Her touches weren't enough to bring him to climax, just pleasing him and increasing his sensitivity. She pulled his foreskin forward and back, again slowly, exposing his glans, then covering it again. She was enamored by the gentile sliding action of the skin. Her fingertips explored the sensitive purple there, and she liked the reactions brought about when she traced them across it, the shiny expanse supple, and the sensation of touching it addictive.

"May I touch you?" He asked, the TV forgotten now that they were amongst one another.

"Yeah." She said, finding just holding him in her hand as they sat addicting. She was surprised at the sensations his hands brought about when he gently kneaded the soft tissue of her breasts, his touch gentile, yet firm enough to bring about a sensation of increasing warmth that felt unnatural, but not unwelcome.

Yet again, she felt very close to him then, in a way she'd never felt with anyone before, having his gentile touch at her chest, the other sipping coffee as she held him motionless.

"How do you feel when I touch your nipples?" He asked her. He'd noticed she didn't react to his touch in the same ways he reacted to hers.

"Not much really." She shrugged. "I can feel you there, but not much else besides a slight warm tingle." She sounded sad.

"Some are different than others." He told her simply. There was no use dwelling on the simple lack of sensitivity, so he let his hands roam her body, bringing a slight tickle to her skin and making her squirm a little.

She liked it and enjoyed the way it made her shiver and convulse the most, like he was pulling on her puppet strings. The small of her back, her sides, just below her armpit, and her neck brought about the most intense sensations, and he found them all in time.

This was on par with, if not better than, any sexual contact, seeing her happy and smiling under his gentle touch, scarcely a fingertip tracing the peach-fuzzed small of her back, making her shiver with her arms around him.

Ecstasy was the feeling they shared, squarely inside each other's comfort zones, a happy medium, needing no escalation. Their actions were neither a preamble nor a foreplay.

"Are yours sensitive?" She asked him, then elaborated. "Your nipples, I mean." He wondered about it and conceded that he didn't know. "Would you like to find out?" She asked him.

"I don't suppose there's a reason not to." He said, shrugging. She was still shaky from his touch as she rubbed his chest. She brought her fingers around his pectorals, small circles, and light pinches.

He shivered, and the tables turned.

"I've found your puppet strings." She told him, a smile of mischief on her face, another gasp leaving his lips as she circled them quickly. She liked the way he squirmed, lay back on the couch, stooped over him, and their lips met, a long, tongueless kiss of passion. She left him, sitting up straight again before stooping once more, the heels of her hands supporting her as her fingers toyed with him.

Without preamble, she adjusted how she sat, dropping her head to his chest and finding him with her tongue. She loved the sounds coming from him, and wanted to hear more of them, hear them all.

He made the most interesting ones when she did rapid straight lines across his nipple with her tongue, or when she kissed his neck, nibbled his earlobe. Before long, her arms and lower back were screaming at her, and she lay down on top of him, chest to chest, her tongue tired and mouth dry.

"Thank you." He said.

"I love the sounds you make." She said to him, The crackle of her saliva against her teeth once more telling of one of her signature smiles.

"I'm glad we've found something we can do together." He replied.

"Besides bathes?" She asked. He nodded against her.

"Besides bathes." He agreed.

"I think I want to do some more stuff with you." She said. The way she shifted her legs, stretching them as she lay against him, was telling of the buildup she was feeling.

"Stuff like what?" He asked, then she sighed, not because of anything he did, but because she was honestly embarrassed to tell him what she wanted. "No, I need to be honest with him; the worst he can say is no, and that's okay." She thought.

"Oral sex, and hands?" She suggested, then felt him shrug against her.

"Let's go upstairs and figure it out." He said, and she put her hands to either side of his torso, looking down at him with a shocked expression.