"My parents aren't home. Let's hang out here for a bit," Keith said as we arrived at his house.
A sharp spike of anxiety hit me the moment we stepped through the front door. The fact that the house was completely empty made my stomach tie in knots. We walked upstairs, and he led me into his bedroom. It was exactly what you'd expect from a guy. A little messy, a little cluttered, but entirely lived-in.
"Sorry about the mess," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not really the neatest person."
"I-it's fine."
"Wait here, I'll go grab us something to eat."
Left alone in his room, I took a slow breath, scanning the space. My mind was racing. *Keith wouldn't try anything, right? We just became official,* I reassured myself in a hushed whisper.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying two glasses of juice and some sandwiches.
"Sorry, this is all we had in the pantry."
"No, it's okay. Thank you."
We sat down, but the air felt heavy with a sudden, unspoken tension. Keith cleared his throat nervously. "Sapphire... um, how do I even start this?"
"Start what?" I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"Well..." I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat. He was giving me the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes. "I really want to... make love to you. To have sex."
"Whaaat?!" The word exploded from my mouth, and I choked on my food. I grabbed the juice, coughing as I tried to regain my composure. "I-I don't have any experience with that!"
"Please?" he pleaded softly.
He looked so incredibly handsome in that moment that my resolve instantly crumbled. *Fragile heart alert. I'm too weak for this.*
"But I don't even know how to begin," I whispered, looking down at my hands.
"Are you saying yes? We can just explore it together, babe. I'll be gentle."
"What if I get pregnant? We're still young."
"We'll be careful. I won't finish inside you, I promise."
My heart was doing acrobatics in my chest, a dizzying mix of intense nervousness and thrilling anticipation.
"Should we shower together?" he asked with a smirk.
"You go first. I'll follow."
"Hmm, okay. Don't run away while I'm in there," he teased, letting out a light laugh.
"Haha, very funny," I forced a dry chuckle. *Am I really doing this?* Honestly, if he weren't this handsome, I wouldn't even consider it. But his charm was a magnetic pull I couldn't resist.
## The Point of No Return
"I'm done," Keith called out.
He emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung over his shoulders instead of wrapped around his waist. I instantly threw my hands over my face, but not before catching a glimpse of his fully exposed lower body.
*Oh my god, it's so big and thick,* my mind screamed in panic. *Is that even going to fit inside me?*
"I-I'm really nervous, Keith. Maybe I should just go home," I stammered, taking a step back.
"No, you're not going home, babe," he said, pouting slightly. "I'll be sad if you leave me hanging."
Seeing him like that made it impossible for me to refuse. I was trapped by my own affection for him.
"O-okay. I'll just go take a shower."
Inside the bathroom, I let the cool water cascade over me, whispering desperate prayers. I prayed for time to stop. I prayed for his parents to suddenly burst through the door. I prayed for any excuse to call it off. But the clock kept ticking.
"Are you almost done in there?" Keith called out from the bedroom.
"Just a second! I'm almost finished."
I shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off. When I walked back into the room, Keith immediately guided me toward the bed.
"Wait, just a second..."
"Shh, don't be nervous. I've got you," he whispered, silencing my protests as his lips met mine.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing past my lips. I was startled. I thought a kiss was just a simple, gentle press of lips. But as his tongue explored my mouth, swirling and tasting me, a strange, electric sensation shot straight to my core. I found myself clinging to him, helplessly swallowing his saliva as the world spun around us.
His hands began to wander. One hand cupped my breast, kneading it gently, while the other slid down, slipping between my thighs.
"You're wet already, babe."
I didn't quite understand what he meant until I felt the slick, warm dampness pooling between my legs. He slowly moved down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fiery kisses along my stomach until he reached that sensitive junction.
The moment his tongue made contact, a breathless moan escaped my lips.
"Scream all you want, babe. It's just the dalawa of us," he murmured against my skin.
"Ahhh... ah, K-Keith, that feels so good." My eyes rolled back. His tongue was tracing circles, focusing entirely on my clit. I couldn't control my own body anymore; my hips arched upward, seeking more of that exquisite sensation.
"Feeling good?" he asked, looking up with a satisfied smirk.
"Yes... it's amazing. I didn't know it could feel like this."
"See? I told you. If you went home, you wouldn't be feeling this right now."
He crawled back up the bed, positioning himself so his hard length was right in front of my face. Seeing it up close was terrifying. "Suck it for me, babe."
"I don't know how... what if I accidentally bite you?"
"Just try it slowly. You'll get the hang of it with a little practice."
"O-okay."
He lay back, and I nervously took him into my mouth, millimeter by millimeter.
"Use your tongue, too. Lick the tip."
I followed his instructions, trying my best to please him.
"Now slide your mouth up and down."
Again, I did exactly what he asked.
"Try to go deeper, babe."
I tried to push further, but my throat protested. Only about half of him fit inside; I just couldn't take it all.
"I'll move slowly, alright?"
He began to thrust his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but the pace quickly picked up. Panicking slightly, I pulled away.
"Sorry, I just got carried away," Keith panted, his eyes dark with pleasure. "Your mouth is just so warm and tight."
My eyes welled with tears from the intense sensation, but Keith was already moving on.
"Are you ready for the exciting part?"
He pushed me gently back onto the mattress, testing the wetness between my thighs. "Wow, you're soaked."
"I... I think so," I whispered breathlessly.
He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under my hips, elevating me before parting my knees wide.
"I'm coming in."
He slowly pushed himself inside me. A sharp, burning pain flared immediately.
"Just relax, babe. You're too tight, you're choking me."
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to relax, desperate to let him in completely. Little by little, I felt a tearing sensation deep inside me. But as Keith began to move above me, the initial pain slowly dissolved, replaced by a wave of heavy, throbbing pleasure.
"Ahhh... Keith... what is this? Why does it feel so good? Ahh! Can you go deeper?"
He let out a low groan. "Yes, babe. You're incredibly responsive for a first-timer. I love how honest you are."
"Because it feels so good," I cried out, my hips instinctively meeting his rhythm. "Deep, Keith! Please, just bury it."
"As you wish, babe."
The room was filled with our heavy breathing, gasps, and the rhythmic, slick sounds of our bodies colliding. I didn't hold back my cries. There was no one there to hear us anyway. And in that moment, I couldn't deny it: my first time was absolutely intoxicating.