Unopened Box
By
James Doyle
Winter break began for Seven Seas High, and the Martin twins returned to Boston, with Zack's girlfriend Maya in tow. Over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, Zack's parents Carey and Kurt had, at long last, the opportunity to meet the charming young lady they'd heard so much about.
The next day, Zack and Maya bid the rest of the Martin family farewell, and made their way toward Vermont, where Carey had agreed to let Zack stay with Maya and her uncle at his cabin. Travel proved slow-going on the last leg of the journey, as a winter storm had blown in, making the narrow county road along which the cabin lay all but impassible.
"We're here," announced Maya.
"How can you tell?" asked Zack, too worried about not wrecking Esteban's borrowed 1972 Mercury Comet to be concerned with their actual destination.
"That was my uncle's tacky woodchuck mailbox you just ran over," explained Maya.
"Oh," Zack replied sheepishly. "Right, turning us around."
Through a complicated ballet of skids and spins, Zack managed to bring the vehicle to the top of the steep driveway. Once there, he lost traction again, and the vehicle came to an abrupt but safe stop in a snow drift.
"Sorry," apologized Zack. "Not my best parking job ever."
"No worries," assured Maya. "The important thing is we made it in one piece."
Zack nodded, and he and Maya grabbed their overnight bags and prepared to make a mad dash.
"One...two...three!" counted Zack, at which point he and Maya made their way to the cabin as quickly as they could trudge. Thankfully, Maya's uncle was in the habit of leaving the front door unlocked, so she didn't have to worry about fumbling for the key. Once inside, the two teens looked like a pair of Yeti, and quickly dusted themselves off.
"Sure is cold in here," observed Zack, the condensation from his breath forming a cloud in front of his face.
"Uncle Jim must not be here yet," deduced Maya.
"We should get a fire started," suggested Zack.
"Oh, right," agreed Maya, who manipulated a nearby thermostat, then flipped a switch that ignited the gas logs in the fireplace.
Zack scoffed. "Rustic cabin, huh?"
Maya shrugged. "I'm from New York. This is about as rustic as it gets for me."
Zack nodded. "Fair enough. Let's get settled into our rooms."
"You know," mused Maya. "I seriously doubt Uncle Jim will be in tonight."
"You know that for a fact?" argued Zack.
"Think about it," countered Maya, "We barely made it here with our butts intact."
"Yeah," Zack conceded solemnly. "In that case, I hope he's okay."
"I'm sure he'll be fine," assured Maya.
Zack nodded, and followed his girlfriend up the stairs. Just past the top of the stairs lay the master bedroom, a spacious room with its own fireplace, and a picture window that would look out over the mountains if not for the white-out conditions they were now experiencing. The centerpiece of the room was the Jabba the Hut-sized canopy bed.
"Pretty swank," complimented Zack.
"I thought you'd like it," accepted Maya.
"You know," offered Zack after a moment's contemplation, "I could just let you have this room and sleep in one of the other ones."
"Zack," argued Maya, "We're both adults here."
The blond young man shot her an incredulous look.
"Okay, not quite," conceded Maya. "But close enough." Maya stepped closer and took him by the hands. "I trust you."
Zack nodded in agreement. After shedding their outerwear, the young couple headed downstairs. Once Zack had prepared a pot of hot chocolate, he joined his girlfriend on the sofa in front of the downstairs fireplace, where they snuggled together, wrapping themselves in a blanket.
For once in his life, the elder of the Martin twins had nothing to say. No words could express the joy they both felt at that moment, save perhaps for a sentiment Zack had expressed early in their acquaintance.
"I could spend the rest of my life in your arms," declared Zack.
Zack had uttered those words at a time when, as Maya so aptly noted, the rest of their life seemed but a fleeting moment, as they risked dying of asphyxiation aboard the old Soviet death-trap London Tipton used to contain her obscene overabundance of shoes (they both wondered why she bothered to hang onto them, considering she rarely wore a pair more than twice).
Alas, that moment had passed, as thanks to a set of batteries Woody had been bogarting the whole time, and the instructions of Zack's brother Cody, he and Maya lived to tell about the experience. And yet, once it seemed that he and Maya had not a few, but thousands of moments to live, his desire remained undiminished to spend as many of them as he could in the arms of the Gothamite beauty.
And now, here they were, almost four mouths later, their friendship having blossomed into a romance as Zack had hoped (and Maya had as well, as she later admitted). They'd been the four most incredible months of the young man's life. It was then he realized that he did indeed have something to say. It was something he'd been waiting for some time for the right moment to say. And now he realized that that perfect moment was upon him.
"Maya," began Zack.
"Yes, Zack," Maya answered softly.
"There's something I need to tell you," declared Zack.
"Please, you know you can tell me," prompted Maya.
"It's something I've only ever said to one other girl," continued Zack. "Looking back, I'm not so sure I knew what it meant back then. But I know now. Maya, of all the girls I've met, only you have made me want to give up my old ways to be someone worthy of you. The greatest joy in my life has been putting you first." Zack swallowed hard. "Maya...I love you."
Maya sat in stunned silence for a moment. She had suspected that this declaration was soon to come, but its arrival surprised her nonetheless. She took a deep breath, then responded.
"I...I love you, too, Zack," declared Maya.
With that, Zack could no longer contain himself, and drew his love as tightly into his arms as he possibly could, gently stroking her long brown hair as he held her cheek to his.
"Well, I don't see what could possibly top that," declared Zack as they finally released one another. "It's been a long day. What do you say we get some rack time?"
"Dibs on the bathroom," called Maya.
"It's all yours," granted Zack.
As the love of his life headed up the stairs, Zack began to wonder if he should kick himself for missing the opportunity to make his move. Ultimately, he scolded himself for that thought. After all, Maya meant so much more to him than that. For once, he could be content simply to have someone special in his life.
Deciding to save the shower for morning, Zack performed his bedtime ritual at the kitchen sink, and then headed for the bedroom. He discovered a surprise as he arrived, for he found Maya waiting for him, instead of in the shower where he expected her.
"Wow, that was quick," marveled Zack.
"Oh, I'm not quite ready to go to sleep just yet," Maya remarked mischievously.
"Maya, what's going on here?" asked Zack, not quite reading the signals she was giving him.
"I have a confession to make," announced Maya.
Zack nodded. "Go ahead."
"We'll be spending New Years with my Uncle Jim," continued Maya, "But he won't be in until Tuesday."
"I see," acknowledged Zack. "So you brought me here so we could be alone?"
Maya nodded. "I know Christmas was yesterday, but I have a special present for you, Zack."
"What is it?" asked Zack.
Maya smiled as she pointed to the plastic ribbon stuck to the belt that held her bathrobe shut. It became obvious to Zack what Maya intended to give him.
"Maya, are you sure about this?" cautioned Zack.
"Don't you want me?" asked Maya.
"Yes," admitted Zack after a moment's contemplation. "Yes, I want you, Maya. I want you so badly I can taste it. But I don't want you to rush into something you're not ready for."
"I'm ready, Zack," assured Maya. "You're the one for me. I've known it for some time now."
The petite brunette walked closer, then took her boyfriend's hands and placed them on her belt.
"Unwrap me," beckoned Maya.
Zack needed no further encouragement, and slowly and lovingly untied the strap. With that, Maya shrugged her shoulders back and allowed the garment to fall to the floor. As she stood completely nude before him, Zack couldn't help but pause to take in that which he beheld for the first time. She was all lean muscle; not an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her breasts were perfectly round, and while not enormous, quite substantial on her small frame. Cautiously, Zack allowed his eyes to wander downward to her groin, where her dark brown pubic hair, the same color as that on her head, had been trimmed into a narrow landing strip.
"You're magnificent," declared Zack, nearly breathless.
"Touch me," begged Maya, taking a seat on the bed.
The young man got on his knees in front of his lover, reaching out and placing his hands upon her womanly mounds. Contemplating for a moment how warm and soft they felt in his hands, he then began to squeeze and caress them, ever so gently. The young woman began to take slow, deep breaths, at the same time savoring and bracing herself over against the unfamiliar, yet exquisite sensations of her lover's touch. With some hesitation, he then drew one of her breasts into his mouth, fastening his tongue around her hard nipple, suckling and gently flicking it.
"Oh my!" cried Maya, not expecting the intensity of it.
After a few moments, Zack released the peak in his mouth, slowly and circuitously kissing his way over to the other one. Satisfied that he'd surveyed that territory, the teen kissed his way up his lover's chest and neck, nibbling gently on her ear, then back across her face until their lips met.
Once he'd arrived, the two younger lovers wasted no time in parting their lips, expressing their passion for one another in an elaborate dance of their tongues. As they kissed, Zack gently traced his finger along Maya's spine, causing her to coo into his mouth, followed by a gasp of surprise and delight as he gently squeezed her right buttock.
At that point, they both needed to come up for air, and rested upon one another's foreheads as they panted.
"I love you so much," declared Zack as he caught his breath.
"I love you more," reciprocated Maya as she caught hers.
Having reaffirmed their love for one another, Zack felt at liberty to explore the most intimate of places. Gently caressing his girlfriend's virgin box, he summoned up the courage to move a finger into her. Maya, for her part, found it difficult for her brain to process the notion of allowing the young man she loved into that place no one, save for herself, had ventured.
Soon thereafter, any such philosophical thoughts gave way to pure enjoyment of allowing her man to pleasure her. Warm shivers moved throughout her body as her gorgeous blond lover pushed her buttons in ways she never imagined possible. Somehow, he knew he how to bring her repeatedly to the edge, only to back down. Part of her wanted him to allow her this release, but the better part of her wanted his physical expression of his love for her to continue as long as possible.
Luckily for Maya, Zack was far from finished. Not removing his finger, he descended upon his knees, spread her thighs farther apart, and moved his face toward her nethers. Beginning with a series of small kisses, he soon switched to his tongue, tracing intricate patterns inside and around her warm, wet love canal. As waves of pleasure pulsated from her core and throughout her body, she wondered at first where he'd learned to do that to her, but then decided she didn't need to know. Instead, she relished the thought that the boy's talented tongue was hers, and hers alone.
"No," impeded Maya just as she was about to reach her climax. "Not yet."
Zack knew instinctively what she wanted, and was beyond happy to give it the way she wanted it. Thus, he obeyed when she signaled him back to the bed, where she attacked his lips once more, and tasted her boyfriend's distinctive flavor mixed with the taste of her own juices. As they kissed, she rolled his tank top upward, until they finally had to break apart so she could raise it above his head and toss it aside.
Once she'd accomplished this, she playfully pushed him down on the bed, then kissed his lips briefly before slowly kissing her way down his neck and onto his chest. Zack had done amazing things to Maya's nipples, and she sought to return the favor as she gently suckled on them.
"Holy crud," groaned Zack.
As Maya made her way down to the waistband of Zack's boxers, she paused, then produced something out of the bedstand.
"Oh crap," she exclaimed. "I almost forgot."
Maya set the item aside, then began pulling at her boyfriend's boxers. He raised his legs so she could pull them off and toss them aside, leaving him naked as the day he was born, as she was. It was then she saw, for the first time, her lover's hard member, standing erect like a flagpole. Cautiously, she took the organ in her hand, stroking it a few times to get a feel for it.
"Not too much of that," cautioned Zack. "I don't want to finish too soon."
Maya nodded, and retrieved the item she'd produced from the bedstand. She tore the packet open, and slowly and lovingly unfurled the condom onto her boyfriend's manhood. She then climbed under the sheets, with Zack following suit. The two lovers moved closer together, sharing one final kiss before the moment of truth.
"I want you on top," specified Maya.
Having no objections whatsoever to that plan, Zack slowly and carefully rolled over and laid his chest upon Maya's breasts, until their faces came together, and his member hung just outside of its target.
"Take me," commanded Maya.
Zack nodded, and found her entrance with the tip of his member. As he began to enter her, he felt some resistance. Finding permission to proceed in her brown eyes, he pushed forward until the obstruction gave way. Maya winced slightly at the intrusion, causing Zack to halt.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," assured Maya. "Keep going."
Zack obliged, penetrating his young lover ever so slowly, savoring every part of the incomparably tight, warm, wet place in which he now found himself. He was now completely inside of her, and kissed her softly to commemorate the occasion.
"Do you like your present?" asked Maya.
"I love it," answered Zack. "I love you."
"I love you," replied Maya.
With that, Zack withdrew almost all the way, then entered her once again. The young Bostonian made love to his angel from New York in slow, even strokes. All the while, he watched her eyes, changing what he did ever so slightly to bring as much wonder and joy into them as he could.
"Oh gosh, yes!" cried Maya as Zack's love for her traveled through the bridge between them and set fire to her nervous system.
The newly-deflowered young woman kissed her lover once more, who began to think she was trying to suck him in, both through her mouth and her vagina. The awareness of time slipped away from both of them as they became lost in the pure joy of being joined together as closely as two human being possibly could. Eventually, they lost track of where the one ended and the other began, and every wave of pleasure was something they felt together.
After what seemed like a blessed eternity, the time for their lovemaking to come to a spectacular end approached.
"I'm so close," panted Maya between moans. "Make me come, Zack."
Wanting more than anything to give the one he loved her climax, he began to thrust harder and faster. Barely a sound could be heard as an orgasm swept over Maya. Her vaginal muscles told the story her vocal cords could not, which served to bring Zack over the edge as well.
"Oh...Maya," he cried as he emptied prodigious amounts of his seed into her.
As they came back to reality, the two of them lay still for a few moments, kissing tenderly. Finally, Zack's member began to soften, and slipped out of its own accord. Reluctantly, Zack rolled off of Maya. Seeing the mischievous grin on her face, however, he knew she had one more surprise in store.
"Last one into the shower makes breakfast," challenged Maya, causing Zack to chase after her, playfully struggling as they stumbling into the shower.
"What do you say we call it a draw and make breakfast together?" suggested Zack.
"Deal," agreed Maya as she turned on the hot water.
The two lovers began soaping each other up, washing away the remnants of their lovemaking. However, they found the look and feel of one another's hot, wet bodies too much to bear; particularly Zack, whose one-eyed soldier stood at attention once again. They embraced once again, and kissed deeply and passionately, at which point Zack's shaft came precariously close to Maya's core.
This proved only a temporary problem, however, as Maya had clearly anticipated this possibility, producing another condom from the towel stand just outside the shower. She suited her boyfriend up, then gently guided him into her.
The two of them laughed at the strange squeaking noises their wet bodies made moving against each other as they made love a second time that night. Maya braced herself using the grab-bars as Zack pressed her against the back wall with his pelvis. She had experienced his tenderness and sweet caress a few moments ago when she'd given him her virginity. Now an experienced lover, she wanted to feel his power and speed.
Zack was only too happy to oblige as he thrust into his love as hard and fast as he could without hurting her. Evidently, he'd found just the right rhythm, as each thrust sent spasms throughout his girlfriend's body, causing her to moan softly but audibly, and her knees to buckle.
They both knew neither of them would last long at this rate, so they continued to meet each other's thrusts until Maya felt an explosion building deep within her. After a few more strokes, she allowed it to rock her universe once again. This caused her to milk Zack for all he was worth, and he struggled to remain upright as he emptied himself into the condom yet again.
"Oh, gosh," panted Zack, leaning on a wall for support as he pulled out. "I wasn't expecting an encore."
Maya chuckled. "Guess I'm full of surprises, huh?"
"I'll say," agreed Zack.
"We really do need to get cleaned up, though," regretted Maya. "I'm exhausted."
"Oh man, me too," concurred Zack.
The two lovers toweled each other off, then climbed back into bed.
"We did it," said Zack, still processing the whole experience. "We made love."
"Yes," confirmed Maya.
"When you said you had a special gift, I wasn't expecting your virginity," commented Zack.
Maya rolled to face her boyfriend, then kissed him.
"I've known for a long time that I wanted you to be my first," revealed Maya.
"And maybe your only," added Zack.
"I hope so," said Maya.
"I love you," declared Zack, one last time for the evening.
"I love you, too," reciprocated Maya. "Happy Boxing Day."
"You too," responded Zack.
With that, the two teenage lovers drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Zack and Maya came to know one another very well in the time before her Uncle Jim arrived (and even a time or two while he was there). They returned to the ship a short time later, closer and more in love than they'd ever been. The supervision aboard the ship made it difficult to maintain the level to which their relationship had attained, but with some creativity, and a little help from friends, they managed.
What ultimately became of Zack and Maya is another story. Suffice to say, December 26 would always be a special day for them. It was apt that that day was Boxing Day, as it was the day Maya had allowed Zack, the one she loved, for the first time ever, to open her box.
The End
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