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Take One

I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything in forever! It’s been a crazy year, guys. Anyways, this is a really special fic to me because it’s based on my own first time experience. I did it, and being the maniac writer that I am, went home and immediately wrote it all down in my notes app. I just reread it today for the first time in years and decided to turn it into a fic! The only difference is I met irl guy on Tinder lol not a party. Enjoy!

“Hey, I just wanna say…” Seth started as you sat nervously on the couch in his basement, twiddling your thumbs, “If you don’t wanna do anything or you wanna leave, that’s okay. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You and Seth had known each other in passing. Your friends were friends with his friends, kind of thing. But last weekend, at a party on La Push, you’d gotten to talking, and ended up sitting down the beach away from everyone else until the early hours of the morning, talking about everything and nothing. The topic of sex had come up, as it normally does between a young guy and girl, and you’d expressed (not for lack of alcohol) that you were a virgin and looking to change that. You’d felt recently that your “first time” had been looming over you. All your friends had started to have sex, and it’s not that you were peer pressured… more like curious. And you were an independent woman. The idea of waiting for someone special to give your virginity to made you cringe. What if you waited for some special guy, had sex with him, and then had some horrible breakup and only ever associated your first time with someone you hated?

You preferred the idea of taking ownership over your own body, and you’d never been the type to want to wait for something special anyways. You wanted to try it, so why not just pick someone and do it?

Some might call that “throwing it away,” but to you, it made it more special being the only person who had a say in your own virginity. There was no finding a guy who valued it and wanted it, or letting a boyfriend pressure you into something you weren’t ready for. The decision was yours, and as soon as you found a willing participant, you were gonna do it. That’s what you’d told Seth that night on the beach, anyways. And him being the opportunistic man he was, offered himself up on a silver platter for you.

So here you were, the next weekend, sitting in his basement not knowing what to do with your own hands. Registering what he had said, you responded with a meek, “Thanks.”

Seth, still standing, flipped the light switch off, engulfing the room in darkness save for the illuminated TV. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded in response, and watched as he walked over to the couch where you sat and plopped next to you. The Office played on the TV, and you pretended to watch. You had only ever kissed one guy before, so the whole situation made you super nervous. Seth extended an arm to reach around your shoulders as he feigned interest in the show as well. Forced laughs escaped you two here and there as you contemplated your next moves awkwardly. Eventually, Seth brought his other hand up to your chin to tilt your face toward his, and kissed you.

You kissed back as your own hands were glued to your sides, stiff and afraid to move.

“You seem tense,” he commented after a few seconds, as he pulled away slightly.

“Yeah, sorry,” you huffed awkwardly, not sure exactly how to respond. You were nervous!

“It’s okay,” he giggled, “is there anything I can do to help?”

“I think I just need to get used to it,” you spoke, and leaned back in slightly to meet Seth’s lips once more. He poked his tongue out to brush against your lower lip, beckoning you to let him in. Your tongues danced together softly, his massaging yours into relaxation. After several minutes of this, he laid you back along the couch and crawled on top of you. Though you didn’t know him very well at all, you felt super comfortable with Seth. He was being so kind and considerate, and you knew that as soon as you said stop, he would. He slid a hand under your sweatshirt and onto the skin of your waist, and you noted how warm he was.

“You’re really fucking cute,” he pulled away to say. You blushed as he connected your lips once more, his hand traveling up to cup your breast through your bra. He palmed you for a few minutes before speaking.

“How far are you wanting to go?”

You pondered his question. “I’m not really sure,” you murmured. You knew that going all the way was a possibility, but you also knew that you could stop it at any point, and that gave you comfort.

“Do you want me to just keep going, and you can tell me when you wanna stop?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

He kissed your cheek, down your jaw, and onto your neck, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and whispering, “Can I take this off?” You nodded in response, feeling emboldened by the power Seth had given you over the situation. You weren’t sure why, but you really trusted him. You sat up and let him pull the top off of you, and then waited in anticipation as he reached around and unclasped your bra. Slipping the straps off your shoulders, he laid you down once more after removing his own shirt and began kissing down your neck, to the swell of your breasts, and then captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking slightly. You sighed at the sensations, and then grew nervous once more as he kissed down your stomach and onto your thighs.

“Wait,” you announce.

“What’s wrong?” he looked up, worried he’d hurt you or made you uncomfortable.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and kneeled as you moved him to lie down where you had been on the couch. “I wanna do you first.”

A grin broke out on his face as he pulled you down for another kiss. Now it was your turn to kiss down his body, unsure but eager to try. You’d made it to the waistband of his pants, and looked up at him expectantly. He untied his sweatpants and pulled them off, along with his underwear. You looked down at the first dick you’d ever seen in real life. It was… clean. What you thought was average in size, and pink at the tip. You grabbed him in your hand lightly, not sure of the pressure or technique you should be using, and ran your hand up and down his length. After doing this a few times, you looked up at him hesitantly, not sure what to do.

“You can grab it a little harder,” he spoke, and sighed when you did. After a minute or so of this, a mixture of confidence and impatience inspired you to lean down and kiss the tip. He watched, eyebrows furrowed, and waited to see what you did next. You licked softly, and noted the taste. Just like skin, you thought. Nothing strange about it. At this, you brought the tip into your mouth and sucked, slowly bobbing your head. Seth placed a hand at the back of your head, but did not press down. Only guided you, or tried to. He thrusted almost imperceptibly up into your mouth, which clued you in that he wanted it faster, but you were still learning. You didn’t want to gag, so you kept at the slow pace, and Seth was more than okay with that.

After several more minutes, Seth sat up and flipped you over so that he was once again on top of you.

“Can we take these off?” he asked, finger sliding into the waistband of your shorts. This, you thought, was where it got serious. He would see parts of you that no one had ever seen. And he would touch you. And he might even hurt you, accidentally of course. All this to say, you hesitated a few seconds, and then said “Yes.” He was being so sweet, and doing his best to make you feel comfortable, that you decided to go for it. You wanted to try sex, and you had this amazingly caring guy willing to take care of you… a luxury these days for sure. The fact that he wasn’t pressuring you or treating you like an object was something you really took to heart as you lifted your hips for him to slide your shorts down, and your underwear with them.

He once again kissed down your chest, onto your stomach, and down to your thighs. Kissing, suckling, and soothing with his tongue. He worked his way to the apex of your thighs, and looked up at you in one final ask for permission. Oral. This was it. The thing you’d always heard about. The “best part” as most women called it. The part you were most excited for, if you were honest. Seth licked a firm stripe up your center, and it felt like… a tongue. Strange. He licked around your center, and up to your clit, and you lay there confused. Was this it? Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? If this was the best part, you were in for a rude awakening for what followed. But, you didn’t want to embarrass Seth, so you faked a moan.

“Oh, wow,” you feigned.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yep.” After another minute or so of laying there, you reached down to grab Seth’s face and pull it up to yours to kiss him. Yeah, you were done with that. “What next?” you asked softly.

“Well, we could either keep doing what we’re doing, or we can go further. It’s your choice.”

Despite the… bump in the road you had just experienced, you were still curious about the rest of it. It’s not like you’d actually expected to finish your first time, and Seth still was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. It was worth a shot.

“Do you have,” you started nervously, “a condom?” He nodded and stood up, finding his discarded pants and rifling through the pockets until he pulled out a silver packet. He tore it open, and neatly rolled it onto his still-hard dick, kneeling over you on the couch. He nestled between your legs, and lined himself up with your entrance. He kissed you again for a while, as if willing you to relax once more. He could tell you were nervous, and he was doing whatever he could to make you comfortable.

“You ready?” he’d asked.

“Yeah.”

He pushed in slightly, and felt a pressure at your entrance, the anticipation building until “OW!” You yelped as he seemed to hit a sensitive wall within you. He pulled out, still holding himself near your entrance.

“I’m sorry. It’ll probably hurt a little since it’s your first time.”

You looked up at him, discouraged. Instead of trying again immediately, he brought a single finger to your entrance and pushed in slowly, and then curled it against your front wall. Now this felt really good. He massaged your ridges for a few minutes, drawing pants and small sighs from you. It was a strange sort of pressure feeling, but it felt good. He never tried to go harder or put another finger in, staying where you were comfortable, and you were grateful for it. Reenergized, you flipped Seth around and straddled him, lining him up with your entrance and slowly attempting to sink down. It hurt. A lot. You stayed slow, and Seth allowed you all the time you needed. When he was a couple of inches in, he started thrusting ever-so-lightly up into you, pulling out an inch, and then pushing back in, never deeper than he had previously been. He remained shallow, and the sensations, though still painful, were laced in pleasure. You sank yourself down another inch, and let out your first real moan as he kept thrusting.

He held your waist, keeping you in place as he watched your face for any signs that you wanted to stop. He found only scrunched brows, a flush across your cheeks, and an open mouth letting out pleas and curses as the feelings intensified. You never thought you’d be loud in bed. Always thought it was something porn stars did to garner views, and that it couldn’t be genuine. But here you were, sitting on top of this gorgeous guy, moaning loudly into the empty house. He smiled up at you, happy that you were finally enjoying yourself.

“I wanna see you cum,” he rumbled.

After several more minutes of this, however, the friction began to be too much. The pain was coming back. You sat up slightly, and Seth stopped, waiting for your direction. You only hopped off, knelt beside him, and began stroking him with your hand again. He reached a hand down to finger you once more, but the pain told you that you were too sore and sensitive, and Seth was told by the yelp you let out.

“I’m sorry,” he stopped as you kept attempting to stroke him. “Are we done?”

You looked at him guiltily, asking “Can we be?”

“Of course.” He wasn’t mad. He was smiling as he took the condom off.

“Are you sure?”

“Y/N, I care more about your comfort than if I nut today,” he said, which had you laughing at his word choice. He grabbed your hand that was still reaching for his dick, and laced his fingers with yours, lying back once more and dragging you next to him. He held you close and pet your hair, kissing your face occasionally. You both lie there in silence, absorbing all that had just happened. You were no longer a virgin. You had sex. And Seth was amazing throughout the whole thing. So sweet and kind and gentle, which was more than you’d ever imagined you’d get for your first time.

“Thanks for being so nice to me,” you spoke into the silence.

“That isn’t something you should have to thank someone for,” he responded. He was right. It wasn’t. And yet you’d heard the horror stories. Knew there were guys out there who just didn’t care. And it made you feel lucky that you stumbled into this one’s basement. He rubbed a hand up and down your arm, caressing you.

“So,” you started once more, “any tips for me?”

“What?” he laughed.

“Ya know, what I did good on, what I can do better next time, that kinda thing.”

“Your first time isn’t something you’re expected to be good at. You’re just supposed to enjoy it. I will say, though, you give really good head.”

“Really?!” you questioned excitedly, happy for the compliment.

“Yeah. Like, if I didn’t know that was your first time doing it, I wouldn’t have guessed.” You smiled to yourself, proud that you could at least be good at something.

“Nice,” you replied, which wrung a laugh from Seth. Several moments passed.

“So,” he spoke, nervously for the first time all day. “What are the chances that you’d let me take you to dinner sometime?”

This surprised you. You’d thought this was just sex. No feelings before, during, or after. But Seth had truly taken care of you tonight. He was sweet, and funny, and had a freaking six pack for crying out loud. Dinner couldn’t be such a bad idea.

“That sounds nice,” you responded after a few seconds.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We looked at the time, and several hours had passed, you don’t know how. You had to run some errands for your mom, and so you told Seth you should be going. He helped you gather your clothes, and once dressed, he said, “Oh, you should probably go pee.”

Wtf. What a weird thing to tell someone. Did you have something funky going on down there that he thought you needed to take care of?

“Uhh… why?” you asked nervously.

“Because it helps prevent you from getting a UTI, dork,” he responded, laughing at your ignorance to that little fact.

You sighed, “Oh,” relieved that that was it, and that he wasn’t hinting at something worse. You quickly used the bathroom upstairs, and Seth walked you out to your car, kissing you before opening the door for you to get in.

“So, I’ll text you about dinner?” he pressed.

“Ok,” you responded, “That sounds good.”

And off you drove.

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