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Some Kind of Wonderful

Chapter Six:

Jus Primae Noctis

"Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled.
She snapped the box closed.
She didn't scream. She didn't run. She didn't faint.
There might have been a little crying.
But mostly… she danced."
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

There were a hundred choices for condoms - each more terrifying than the last. Glow in the dark, pleasure shaped, flavored, studded, warming, french tickler -what the hell was that?- edible. Lambskin, latex, natural ultra thin, magnum...why wasn't there just a package entitled: This one, virgin?

Terrified, he wondered if Rebecca had an allergy. Was she allergic to latex? Heart pounding, Leon finally just grabbed the lambskin kind in a french tickler. Why not? He had no idea what the hell it was for, but it had to be pleasurable right?

He didn't even look the little cashier in the eye as he checked out. She giggled as she handed him the bag. Face flushing, Leon hurried out into the dark.

This was happening. It was on. He was about to have sex for the first time. It was time to dig down and remember every dirty movie and magazine he'd ever seen or read. He needed to channel Penthouse and Hustler and Playboy. He needed to show her the time of her life.

Kevin had told him girls liked it doggy style and in something called the wheelbarrow. He was going to try that. He was going to try it all. He was half tempted to stop somewhere and try on a condom to make sure he knew what the hell he was doing, but that would take too long.

Instead he just headed right to her place and knocked.

An owl hooted somewhere and Leon jumped, whipping his head around like he might see his Mama standing out under the streetlight giving him the stink eye. He could still run. Right now? He could run and spare them both. He really, really didn't want to run. The good boy guilt chased around in his guts until Rebecca opened the door.

He might have changed his mind and panicked and fled...but she was wearing some little...something. Some little thing that was clearly meant to excite him. It was white, and looked almost virginal, until the light from her kitchen hit her back and turned it see through.

Shit.

His dick let him know it was very, very, very eager to get this going. His throat was seized up in nervous tension, but his body was raring to go. Softly, Rebecca whispered, "...Kat gave this to me...she said that's what-I can change or-"

"No! No...I-I like it. I'm just gonna..."

Penthouse in his blood, he came through the door like a guy in a romantic movie. She squeaked and let him in. His hands caught her face and turned it up. She made a grab for his butt and squeezed. Their noses smacked and stung a little.

Their mouths bumped too hard as she tried to swoop and kiss her and he muttered, "...sorry."

"Nope. No. It's ok. Just-" She pressed wantonly against him and opened her mouth.

Leon dug down for his inner porn star and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She gagged, choked, and gasped. He started to pull away and she begged, "No! No! It's ok. Let's try again. Just..."

She kissed him soft. He took her cue and shifted his hand from her face to the backs of her thighs. When she shivered, goosebumps popped on her delicate skin. Smooth, he thought, soft and smooth. He roved them up to her butt under the little nightgown.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

Lord.

Leon had to close his eyes and set her away from him for a minute. He was afraid he'd cum in his pants if he didn't. Nervous and scared, Rebecca whispered, "...I'm sorry. Is this...I'm sorry. Is it me?"

He shook his head. He couldn't very well confess to her that it was his first time too. She thought he was a nice guy with some experience that was ushering her into womanhood.

He didn't want to shatter that illusion.

So he told her, "...I just want to look at you for a minute."

She liked that. Her face flushed with happiness.

When his randy body was a little calmer, Leon caught the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. That didn't help at all. Her small frame was delicate, sure, but curvy in the right places. Her hips flared nicely and her small breasts were full somehow above her narrow belly. The little patch between her legs was dark and inviting.

She almost covered herself with her arms and he shook his head. He grabbed her wrists and held her hands down at her sides too look at her. She thought she'd pass out from the blood pounding in her head and loins.

Softly, she apologized, "...I never filled out right."

She was so insecure. It almost killed him. He shook his head again and told her, "...you're beautiful."

She wasn't, but she appreciated him saying it anyway. In reward for it, she didn't cover herself, but she wanted to. She was so nervous. She was afraid she'd start sweating soon.

Softly, a little scared, he asked, "...can I-can I touch you? Or you want me to get naked first...or...?"

Rebecca shook her head and rasped, "You don't have to ask me...you can just-"

He cupped one of her breasts in his hand to weigh it. Her nipple tightened as he curved his fingers around it to tug. Her face flamed painfully red. The soft light from above her stove was the only one in her place.

Concerned, he wondered, "...does that hurt?"

Rebecca rapidly shook her head no. His hand slid down her belly and skimmed over her little mound. She made a small sound like a mewl as Leon slid one digit between her folds to touch her. Slick. Moist. She was warm as he skimmed the little bud of her need and Rebecca jerked against his hand with a moan.

His hand retreated like he was afraid he'd hurt her again. "S-sorry."

Again, she shook her head. She grabbed his wrist and tugged him as she walked backward. Her knees bumped against the bed and she went to her back on it. What had they done in that movie?

Channeling it, she murmured, "You should show me your cock."

There. That sounded mature, right? Like a woman, not a girl. She liked it even as her face flamed in embarrassment. His did too. He stuttered, "O-o-ok. Yeah. Ok. Sure. Just..."

She watched him nearly trip and fall over trying to kick off his boots. He couldn't get his belt out of the loop until the third attempt and cursed. He dropped the chest plate from his uniform and pulled his shirt off. The thermal, the gloves, the elbow pads and the pants followed. How many damn layers was he wearing? Sheesh.

Finally in his boxers, he turned toward her in the dull light.

Those arms she'd admired were even nicer naked. He had a good flat belly that was toned and sprinkled over the pecs and down the belly with a little hair. It was clear he worked out, or had natural muscle tone. He had those lines above his hip flexors that told the story of lots of crunches and nice heavy thighs that came with lifting and running.

Softly, she told him, "I-I like how you look. You work out?"

That was lame. She should say something better, right? Something more suave. Yet he seemed to like it anyway. He blushed and told her, " Yeah...uh- yeah. Everyday. I like how you look too. A lot.."

She laughed nervously, "I'm too skinny."

Leon denied that as he moved toward her. She scrambled backward on the bed in anticipation. She laid back against the pillows as he joined her and said, "No, you're not. You're perfect."

Oh. Her heart. It stuttered like she'd been all night. It pounded so hard as he rose to his knees on the bed and reached for his boxers. Rebecca lifted a hand to help him. She tugged with him and they made it to his knees before she felt lightheaded.

That wasn't a hotdog.

Not even close.

Suddenly the name Ankle Spanker made perfect sense. It wasn't the little man in the bad movies weenie. It was as thick as a coke can and longer than two and half of her hands stacked atop the other. How big was it from her elbow to her wrist!?

She was suddenly afraid.

Hoarse, she whispered, "...t-that's what she meant."

Brows lifted, he wondered, "...who?"

Shaking her head, Rebecca took a deep breath like she was about to climb a mountain. She centered herself or harnessed her chi or found her happy place or something. It was happening. There was no backing out now.

It was time.

However, she was never letting that thing anywhere near her butt. Ever.

Rebecca tentatively put one hand on his hip and slid the other around his dick. Her hand couldn't close around it. The panic in her throat was painful, but the look on his face made it easier somehow. He looked like her touch was the best thing he'd ever felt.

Watching his face, she slid her hand down and back up his shaft. It rolled funny in her palm but not in a unpleasant way. Leon trembled, he made a small sound of pain and collapsed atop her like he was doing a push up. She kept sliding her hand up and down him and it was so soft somehow; hard- but soft. Warm and tender. She slid her thumb over the head and felt it slick the pad of her finger like a kiss.

Sticky and wet.

Trembling, she tilted her head back and kissed the cleft in his chin. It brought his face down to hers. He looked like he was trying not to fart or something. His face was clenched in control.

Afraid she was hurting him, she asked, "...you want me to stop?"

Leon shook his head sharply. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was watching him so rapturously. He lowered his mouth and kissed her; open eyed. Rebecca made a little noise like mmhmmm and shifted her left hand to cup under his balls.

Again, she thought, soft and smooth and somehow silly feeling. Like she was holding a delicate skin pouch with eggs inside...which she kinda was. She liked watching his face while she touched him. The little hairs on his groin tickled her fingers.

His face looked like it was the best thing he'd ever felt. It made some of the fear ease back in her belly.

His kiss was better this time, sweeter and smoother. Their lips brushed and tasted. She opened her mouth and he gently slid his tongue in to touch hers. After a long kiss, he finally shuddered and leaned back to warn, "...ok ok...hold on...just hold on..."

She was.

She thought she was.

Oh. He meant stop. So she did. She let go of him. He leaned back until he was sort of straddling her thighs with his and grabbed for his pants on the floor beside the bed. His penis looked almost comically big jutting up like that.

She studied it with an almost scientific eye. She wasn't sure how it was going to fit in her. She knew, she was a doctor in a way, she had a degree in biology. She knew it would. She knew the vagina stretched to take it in. She just didn't think it was possible.

Testing, she touched the head and it wept a little for her. Leon grunted like it almost hurt. She watched him tug a little package from the box rip it open with his teeth.

Curious, her eyes just kept staring as he attempted to roll the condom down his shaft while muttering to himself. When it reached the end of his shaft it just...popped like a balloon or something. The thing ripped at the base with a squeak of sound.

Annoyed, he pulled it off and threw on the floor. He muttered angrily, "...natural, my ass. Cheap ass piece of crap."

She thought he was as nervous as her after all. She found him charming.

He grabbed another one to try again and told her, "...it's uh...lambskin? I didn't know if you had-like...allergies or..."

Rebecca shook her head, "No. Nope. Uh-uh."

"Ok...well...I didn't know...so I just got these." He got it on his shaft his time but it didn't look at all comfortable. In fact, Leon thought, they didn't mention on the box that the damn thing felt like a boa constrictor wrapped around your dick. It almost hurt.

It felt like he'd stuck his dick in a rubber rain boot that was six sizes too small.

Nervous again, he thought...do I just put it in now? Or...?

He turned back to her. She opened her legs and he settled between them. They were having trouble now looking at each other. He didn't think he was doing a very good job at this.

So he dragged up the last porno he'd watched and asked her in a raspy voice, "You been a bad girl?"

Her eyes went wide. Hadn't the beautiful man asked the girl on the altar that? "Uh...y-yes? We-we're still on duty, right? So...we're both bad."

There. That sounded like a bad girl.

What next? Going with it, he muttered, "You want to be punished, bad girl?"

Rebecca felt her face flame again. She thought: ok. This is what they were doing then. What was it? Rough stuff or something.

So?

She lifted her hand behind his hip and brought it down...and smacked him right on his ass. He jerked. He jumped. It echoed. His face flushed red and she cooed, "...y-yeah big boy. You like that?"

Did he?

He didn't not like it. It was just a surprise. It wasn't awful. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. So he told her, "...oh yeah." Because he got the feeling that she needed a win here.

Oh. Good. Feeling proud of herself, Rebecca rubbed his butt cheek. He put his hand between her legs and felt over her mound. She made a sound of eager fear and opened her thighs a little wider.

Keeping one arm beside her head to leverage him up, Leon felt in between their bodies to touch her. He slid two fingers down the slickness of her folds and curled them up into her body. She squeaked and humped toward his hand like she liked it.

She was really, really tight. His fingers stretched her just pressing in a little bit. She moaned and he asked in wonder, "...good?"

Her face said good. She nodded breathlessly with her mouth agape. So he pushed his fingers into her further. She mewled and grabbed at his ass. He rubbed his dick on her hip and liked how satiny she felt on his balls as he pulled his fingers out and stuck them back in her again.

She stretched around his fingers again. He was kinda afraid he'd rip her in half if he just stuck his dick in her now. She was impossibly tight and small. Was she supposed to feel like that? Maybe she was a miniature size inside as well as out. She was petite after all.

He wanted her to get some kind of pleasure out of this thing. It was her first time. Girls wanted some romance and stuff their first time, right? So he shifted up to his knees between her thighs and used his other hand too. He palmed one of her breasts and increased the rhythm of his fingers. He just started pushing them in her faster. She drew her knees up and back, bracing her feet on the bed.

Her hips rose and fell against his hand like she was enjoying it. She whined a little. Her body turned good and wet and slick. What was he forgetting? Oh, right. The rest of her body.

Leon leaned over her to put his mouth on one of her little nipples and suck it into his mouth.

She really liked that. Her back arched. She squealed a little and his hand told him she was nice and slick now. So he pulled his fingers out of her and angled between her thighs.

She tasted good. He suckled on her and liked it. They both did. His dick liked her flavor too. It sprang up so hard it hurt a little. He switched to the other one and wasn't quite as gentle. She seemed to enjoy the roughness of his mouth. He cupped them both to push them together and rub his face on them.

Yep. She liked it. She moaned. Boobs - fun for everyone.

She was wiggling a lot, so he thought that meant she was ready. Now or never.

His mouth popped off her breast and Rebecca trembled. She watched him rub the head of his penis against her mound. Her thighs quivered and she thought: this is it. Soon, you'll be a woman.

Leon leaned back over her. He reached down and rubbed his dick against her a little bit. He couldn't feel anything through the stupid condom, but she seemed to like it. She whined again and her hands shifted to grip his butt.

Ok.

That was the sign. Like smacking a race horse on its flank, it was a signal that it was go time. Using his hand, he guided himself at her and pushed his hips. She welcomed him. It was what her body was made for after all, hadn't she said that?

He felt her stretch around him. He watched her face since he couldn't really feel her anyway. She looked at him with limpid blue eyes and her mouth wide open. He pushed in another inch and his body told him that hers was - super tight. It liked it. He liked it. He felt his face flush with blood as he told her, "...shit. You feel good."

She liked that too. She moaned and trembled. She slid her hands to his hips to hold on and told him, "...I'm so glad it's you."

Shit.

That made him feel warm in places that had no name. He dropped his head to kiss her. She craned her neck to suck his tongue into her mouth. His balls liked that too and tightened painfully - and he couldn't wait anymore. He just shoved all the way into her.

Her body tightened like a fist around him like a vice; it made his eyes cross. Something ripped in her, they both felt it, and made tears spring in her eyes. It wasn't beautiful. It wasn't magical. It didn't change her life.

It just hurt.

She didn't like it at all.

Sex? It was terrible. Kat and Claire were big liars. They were masochists. They were stupid. This? It felt like he'd shoved a hot poker between her legs. No. NO. It felt like he'd shoved a hot parking cone up there.

Without thinking, she slapped his ass. But she wasn't trying to urge him on this time. She was trying to get him off her.

Sadly, he took it as a good thing and went out and back in. Oh, it was awful. It hurt like a painful burning now. It was so bad she couldn't do anything but bite her lip and try to tough it out. She'd invited him, after all, she'd asked for it. She had no idea it would be this bad.

For him, the weird thing was that he could really feel her now. After that first thrust, something had popped in her. They'd both felt it. What was it? Her hymen or something? He didn't know, but he knew he could feel her. She was so slick around him and tight and warm and wet and wonderful. It was the best damn thing he'd ever felt in his whole life.

The condom didn't make him numb anymore. It was french tickling or something. It was making him feel alive.

His face was pressed against her neck now. She listened to him pant with excitement. She almost yelled at him to get off, and he gasped, "...Bec..Bec..oh my god...you feel incredible."

And she couldn't. She didn't want to anymore. She wanted him to say stuff like that to her. She wanted to feel incredible. He started to move inside her again and she opened her legs a little wider to let him.

She closed her eyes and laid her cheek against his hair. He smelled so good. She focused on how he felt against her and tried to block out the horrible pain between her legs. His hips pulled back, it almost got better, and he pushed back in again.

He wasn't going real fast. He was going pretty slow actually. She knew he was doing that for her benefit. She loved him, in that moment, for trying so hard. So she whispered, "...oh yeah...harder."

Like the girl in the video to the beautiful man on the altar. She felt like...he deserved that. He was beautiful. He should get to fuck a girl on an altar like that. He was the beautiful man in that video to her.

She was hearts and flowers in love with him with a capital L. She wanted him to have anything he needed from her. She could ignore her own pain for him. Surely.

Her encouragement worked. Leon felt his blood hurt in his groin as he pulled out and shoved back in. Her body was so tight, it kept trying to stop him or something at the same time in invited him deeper by pulsing and hugging him, but she whimpered and he took that as a sign she liked it.

So he just...did it. He bracketed his hands beside her head. He snuggled up against her and she braced her feet on the bed for him. Her eyes were closed so tight that he lowered his mouth to kiss them one at a time.

She softened. He felt her stiff body soften...and he just started fucking her.

He didn't know exactly what else to do, but he'd seen it since he was about thirteen sneaking out to the pasture to laugh at the animals in season. The first time he'd watched in some kind of horror as his brother and his girlfriend had done it out behind the barn in the dark. She'd whined and screamed. She seemed in pain like the horses when they were mounted.

Rebecca was so quiet.

She whimpered and quivered beneath him. He sought out her mouth to kiss her and she let him. She eagerly turned her face up for it. The wet sound of her body absorbing his was so loud. He shifted a little and the angle changed enough that it was incredible for him. He hit something spongy at the end of her body and she finally made a sound.

She screamed a little and grabbed handfuls of his ass. Taking it as a good sign, he just plowed right against that spot. The head of his dick liked it alot. The condom did its job like a champ, it felt like a tickling all over his shaft. His balls seized as she tightened so hard around him that he thought she'd take it with her.

Into her ear, he gasped desperately, "...shit shit shit...oh shit..."

And he came.

It felt like somebody stuck a hand right up his dick and jerked something out of him. It hurt and felt like dying and flying and coming alive again. Leon made a little keen and a whimper and turned his head against cheek to seek her lips

She opened for his tongue and the cavity of her little mouth was as warm and wet as her body taking him in. It was the single greatest moment of his life.

He collapsed down atop her while his thighs quivered and his body spasmed a little in release. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He felt her shiver too and quiver and tremble.

Did she cum too? He'd done a good job after all. How could you tell?

After a moment, he realized she wasn't trembling in release. She was...weeping. He lifted his head, muscles jerking spastically, and panted, "...hey...hey hey...what is it? What?"

Rebecca waved a hand around and sobbed, "...n-nothing. Nothing. I'm fine. I'm fine. It's nothing."

Well shit. Were girls supposed to cry after sex? He got the feeling the answer was no. He started to ask her about it and she whispered, "...you should go though. You should. Is that ok? I just...I need to be alone I think."

Yep. He'd done something wrong.

Horrified, he shifted and slid out of her body. It made a little sucking sound as he went. She moaned, but her face? It didn't say pleasure. It said pain. He'd hurt her. He'd hurt her fucking her.

He felt like a bastard.

As he reached down to take the condom off, he also discovered why it had felt so good - the damn thing was ripped. It was split from tip to down the whole left side. He'd basically been half bare backing her.

Softly, he relieved himself of the guilt, "...it probably still works though."

That sounded reasonable. He started to ask Rebecca and she'd curled on her side on the bed away from her. She'd brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in the fetal position.

The light from the kitchen hit the curve of her butt and her back. The bed beneath her where she'd been was wet...and bloody.

Yep.

He'd hurt her.

He was a monster.

Ashamed, he slid off the bed and went down the hallway. He started her a bath and came back with a cool wash cloth. Without a word, he gently wiped the blood off her along her butt and the backs of her thighs and her sweet little mound. It had been so good for him.

He should have known it wouldn't be for her. Didn't they say it hurt for girls the first time? He'd been a brute. He should have gone slower and softer.

Rebecca felt the cool cloth on her. Surprised, she opened her wet eyes. He was cleaning her up.

Not only hadn't he left...he was trying to care for her.

She heard him make a small hissing sound and rolled her shoulder back to look at him. He looked so sad. It hurt her to see him look so sad. Rebecca lifted her hand to his cheek and his eyes shifted to her face.

Ashamed, he begged, "I'm so sorry. I'm a jerk. A big one. Are you alright? I started a bath for you."

So maybe sex was awful, maybe that was true, but this wasn't. This was nice. He was so gentle. He'd tried so hard before she'd urged him to enjoy himself. She couldn't stay angry.

Hiccuping a little, she whispered, "...thank you."

Leon kissed her palm. He shifted and slid his arms under her legs. And then?

He carried her to the bathroom like a white knight or something.

Maybe it wasn't feminist to admit it...but she liked the white knight.

He set her gently in the tub and Rebecca cuddled her knees up to watch him move to the toilet. He cleaned up himself with a frown on his face. There was a good amount of blood on him from her.

He hated himself a little and muttered, "...fucking asshole."

Rolling her lips in, Rebecca told him, "You're not. Not at all. It's me. It's not you...I think-maybe I'm not made for sex. Like my bodies too small or something."

Surprised, Leon glanced at her in the mirror over the sink. They held gazes. Finally, he shook his head,"...I think-I'm pretty sure someone told me it hurts alot for girls the first time. I think that's normal. You-you don't want...I mean...we don't have to..." He trailed off.

Oh.

Ohhhhh.

He wanted to do it again.

Somehow pleased even in pain, Rebecca felt a tiny laugh escape her. She swept at the tears on her cheek with the heel of her hand and told him, "...yeah. Maybe. Maybe we can...ya know..try again."

He smiled. She smiled.

And he said, softly, "I would like that...I...I can do better, Bec. I know I can. I can make it feel good for you. I swear."

Oh. Oh goodness. Her heart swelled. She put her face against her knees to hide the emotion. She wasn't ready to give him her heart as well as her virginity. She just wasn't. So she murmured, "...me too...I'll...see you tomorrow?"

"Y..yeah. Yep. Sure. Just...let me clear out here."

She heard him leave the bathroom. She heard him gathering his clothes. Quietly, she called, "Leon?"

And she heard him answer, "..yeah?"

"Thank you."

That sounded stupid. It did. But he'd given her something she'd needed in a way. Sure, it was awful. She felt somehow traumatized and somehow elated. Because he wanted to do it again.

So she must have done something right.

She listened. She heard her door open and him finally call, "No..I should thank you...I'm really glad I met you, Bec."

The door closed. She sat so very still in the water. With the tears on her face, she finally rolled her lip under her teeth, put her face back in her knees, and giggled. The pain in her body was worth it.

She was glad she'd met him too.