Sarah had never done this before, not even close, and the way she kept blurting it out made Jake laugh every time. They were on his couch after two bottles of cheap wine, her legs tangled over his, when she pulled back and said, “Okay, full disclosure, I’m twenty-two and the only thing that’s ever been inside me is a tampon and once a cucumber that was way too cold.” Jake snorted, forehead pressed to hers. “Noted. We’ll go slow and I promise no produce.”
She giggled, nervous and excited at once, and kissed him again, harder. His hands slid under her shirt, palms warm on her bare waist, and she shivered. “Your hands are huge,” she whispered. “That’s not a complaint, just an observation. Like, how do you even type with those?” He answered by cupping her breasts through her bra, thumbs brushing her nipples until she gasped and arched. “They seem to be working fine right now,” he murmured.
Clothes came off in fits and starts between laughs. Her jeans got stuck at the ankles and she kicked like a cartoon character until Jake yanked them free, both of them breathless and grinning. Naked on the couch, she stared at his cock for a second too long. “So that’s what it looks like up close. It’s… enthusiastic.” Jake wrapped her fingers around it. “You can touch it. It won’t bite.” She stroked him experimentally, too light at first, then firmer when he groaned and said, “Yeah, like that, fuck.”
They moved to the bedroom because the couch was too narrow and she kept sliding off. On the bed she climbed on top, straddling him, and tried to line up. “Is it supposed to just… slide in? Because it’s not sliding.” She wiggled, bumped the head against her clit instead, and moaned unexpectedly. “Oh.
That felt good. Do that again.” Jake held her hips and rubbed the thick head back and forth over her slick folds until she was rocking and swearing softly. “Okay, now I want it inside,” she decided, and sank down too fast.
“Ow, ow, too much!” She popped back up, laughing and wincing at the same time. “Your dick is rude. It needs an instruction manual.” Jake was laughing too, hands gentle on her thighs. “Breathe. We’ve got all night. Try again slower.” She did, easing down inch by inch, face scrunched in concentration. “It’s stretching me. Feels full. Like, really full. Is it all the way in?” He checked, hips flexing up to meet her. “Almost. You’re doing great.”
Once she bottomed out they both went quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then she started moving, tentative little rolls of her hips. Every few thrusts she’d lose the rhythm and giggle. “I feel like a washing machine on the wrong setting.” Jake thrust up to help, hitting a spot that made her eyes fly wide. “There. Right there. Do that again and I’ll forgive you for being so big.” They found a clumsy, laughing pace, skin slapping, her breasts bouncing. When she leaned forward to kiss him their teeth clicked. “Sorry,” she said against his mouth. “I’m bad at this.” “You’re not bad,” he panted. “You’re hot as hell and making the best noises.”
She came first, sudden and loud, clenching around him while she half-shouted, half-laughed, “Oh my god, it’s happening, don’t stop, I’m dying.” Jake followed a minute later, gripping her ass and groaning her name. Afterward she collapsed on his chest, sweaty and sticky, still occasionally twitching. “So,” she said after a minute, voice muffled, “on a scale of one to ten, how funny was that?” Jake stroked her hair. “Ten. And also a ten for how sexy it was. Want to try again in ten minutes and see if we can get the funny part down to a seven?”
Sarah lifted her head, eyes sparkling. “Only if you promise to let me narrate the whole thing like a nature documentary. ‘Observe the wild penis as it attempts entry…’” He rolled her under him, already half-hard again, and kissed the laughter from her mouth. “Deal.”
