Warning: The following content is Rated M and may not be suitable for the youngest readers.
When Jake returned to consciousness, he was home, on his couch. He didn't know what was the thing with that freaking ring tune at school, but he will need to talk about it to his mom before the situation becomes out of control. Looking at his phone, he checked for the date. Still Friday. Good. He knew too well that Holt could be out for days just to annoy him, like two months ago, when Jake had been unconscious for five days. Holt had even taken classes for him. Fortunately, Holt hated school, so he would always try to appear on weekends and not during classes.
No new voicemail, no texts, no news from Holt. That bastard hadn't started a fight this time, great. It was 6 PM, which meant he was a bit late for his meeting with Nefera, but he decided to take his time. It seemed like they were going to have sex during the weekend, so he tried to prepare mentally for this. It wasn't as if his body had never had sex, but it would be his first experience and he would bet all the money he had that Holt's first time wasn't as hot as his' would be.
He ran up the stairs up to the bathroom and climbed inside the shower after tossing his clothes in the laundry basket. Jackson was hairless when it came to beard and mustache but his legs made him look like a yeti. Knowing that Nefera didn't like hair - or fur, in Clawd's case - he thought it would be better to shave everything. He felt dumb when, as he shaved his pube, he made long deep breathes. He was anxious, mostly because he was afraid of being bad in bed, and it seemed like the future queen would not stay with someone that couldn't satisfy her, but also because he didn't know shit about how to deal with that. Did he need condoms? Like, could she get pregnant? Because technically she was more than 5000 years old and menopause might have hit her already. He simply didn't know, and couldn't see himself call her to say "Hey, are you too old to get pregnant or do I have to buy condoms before I get to your place?".
He had condoms, that, he knew. Well, Holt had condoms hidden in a box under their bed, as if Jake would never clean his room and find them. He remembered that Holt even had two different sizes, and that, at the time, Jake didn't know it was possible, so he had asked Deuce who answered he bought "regular ones". Let's clear a point, here. His penis wasn't long like a fucking horse, it was like 5'9 but it wasn't thin, which Jake found annoying because of how little discreet it was when he had a boner - and that happened a lot, lately. Wait. Deuce bought "regular ones", so Deuce bought condoms for Cleo not to get pregnant. Okay, so he will need condoms.
Going back to his bedroom, a towel around his waist and his damp hair leaving waterdrops on his way, he knelt near his bed and pulled out the shoebox from under his bed. It was filled with three different types of condoms, and Jake thought he only had the choice, now. Now he was going back to being nervous. How many of these should he take? 'Cause if he took only one, he would cockblock himself for the weekend, and he felt like his first time wouldn't be the only time of the night; but if he took several, and she'll see he did, she could get angry at him thinking he meant to fuck her all weekend, like an object, and he would be cockblocked forever. He hit his head against his bed and picked a handful of condoms he would hide in his backpack, and one condom he put in the pocket of his jeans.
Dressed up, hair dried, bag packed. He was ready to go. He rode his skateboard a little slower than usual as he started to sweat.
Don't be a pussy, Jekyll. You already did this, you don't remember but your body does, trust it.
Nefera was feeling really confident about the weekend. The only black dot being her freaking sister being home for the whole weekend. It turned out that their father had allowed Cleo to do a party, while he was out. When Nefera complained, he said it would be a way for her to "meet new people", she had burst out of laughing and needless to say, Ramses didn't like to be made fun of. So tomorrow night, Cleo's guests would be attending which kind of ruined Nefera and Jackson's sexcapade, but they would at least have tonight to do so. She couldn't wait for him to get there.
He sent her a text saying he'd left his place about an hour ago and he still wasn't there. She was afraid he would dump her or even stand her up, and as she started dialing his number, she saw him arriving from afar. He looked nervous, and it made her smile.
"Hurry, Cleo and Deuce are here...", she whispered as he put a step inside.
He didn't say anything but winced and scurried inside of her bedroom. She followed him, and once he was inside, she observed him meticulously.
"You are late. What happened?", she said, full voice, now.
"Yes, sorry, my… My skate had a small rock stuck in one of its wheels."
He was lying. He always avoided her eyes when he lied to her. Now seeing how nervous he looked and how wet his hands looked, he probably was scared about tonight. How could she blame him? Although she didn't remember being nervous for her first time, well, she was but she always did that one thing when she felt anxious, which was to destabilize someone else, by making everyone believe she felt confident about doing the scary thing. Tonight, it wasn't pretending, she was confident, she knew that she and Jake would be perfect, that it was probably going to be the best sex of her life, and she was just eager to dive in.
"Hey, chill, there's nothing to stress about.", she said as he sat on the side of her bed.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes before taking his jacket off, nervously. He felt hot and it wasn't the temperature.
"Easier said than done.", he answered, eyeing her getting closer to him.
She only had to cup his cheek with her hand for him to relax and puff a deep breath.
"Jake, has anything went wrong in that part of our relationship, already? Never. It was always good, and nothing bad ever happened, so, trust me, there's nothing to stress about. I will guide you, and help you, even though I'm sure that you will be perfect on your own.", she reassured him, her hands now tied around his neck as she was sitting on his lap.
"How can you be sure I'll be perfect? I'm clumsy you know, I could do so many mistakes.", he sighed, then whispered, "I could put my dick in the wrong hole."
She laughed and kissed him before he plunged his head on her cleavage, breathing her scent, calming down a little.
"People have been having sex since millenniums, you, of all people, should know. It's natural, don't worry about it."
He raised his head to kiss her, then drew back to admire her and her outfit he knew she took hours before choosing. He wore a plain white tee-shirt and a pair of jeans, as always, but she had her hair up in a messy bun, and she wore an orangish-pinkish maxi dress, with some golden snake earrings. She looked natural and yet so pretty. He really started to feel tight in his jeans, good thing he knew that tonight he would finally release that damn tension.
He took her back in his lap and went back on kissing her. He started to slide his hand under her dress, rising the long skirt up and caressing her back. Jake let his hand going near her rear so he could toy with the top of her panty but he soon found out that she wasn't wearing any. She smiled against his lips as he started to grab her bare buttcheek.
His other hand moved from her cheek to her thigh as he went to reach up to her wet entrance, and he felt her breathing intensify. He cupped her core with his right hand as his left hand moved from her back to her chest. Her hands moved from his neck to his hair and within seconds she was lost and her breaths soon turned to moans. He groaned as she whispered his name when he started to explore that precious part of her. He found her entrance and without thinking twice, pushed the tip of his thumb inside of it.
"Fuck!", she panted, smiling. "See, you found the right hole."
He smiled too and returned to kiss her, their tongues starting a tango, as he removed his thumb from her, before inserting his index inside. He removed it too and inserted his middle finger, he wanted every part of his body coated with her juice, and soon, each of his fingers was surrounded by her natural lube. She was dripping on his legs, he could feel his pants wetting.
He stopped kissing her and turned her around so that she was laying on the bed. Climbing it, too, he looked at her and licked his index before putting it back inside of her. His mouth went straight to her nipples, sucking them and biting them through the tissue of her dress, and he groaned each time she pulled his hair. The pain was delicious, just like her wetness. He raised himself, still fingering her and watched her.
The scene was perfect. Her cheeks were flushing red and her lips were swollen. Her eyes were mid-close but they would clench from time to time, just like her hand against the bed's blanket.
He went back to kissing her and lowered down to her neck as he inserted his middle finger along with his index inside of her. She expressed some pleasure, and he felt content with himself. He kept going in and out of her and her hand joined him as she took his thumb and placed it upon what he guessed to be her clitoris.
"Do some circle with your thumb, and, those that are inside, move them up and down. You're doing great, really."
He did as she said, trying to focus on multitasking as he tried to take his jeans off with one hand. She laughed and helped him with her feet, before freezing and moaning louder than before. He pushed his thumb against the spot she'd place him and kept going up and down inside of her, and it seemed to please her. As far as he was concerned, his dick was throbbing with each moan he heard, and for fuck sake, there were a lot.
With his free hand, he untied her dress from behind her neck and freed her breasts. He dived directly upon those, licking, tasting, eating them out. He was nipping at one of her nipples when he felt her getting tighter around his fingers and he heard her moans get louder and closer.
She came with a swear word, and she was smiling so much it hurt her cheeks. As she tried to get her breathing back to a normal pace, he took his fingers out of her and licked them.
"Fuck, I can't wait to fuck you.", was all he could say, he was out of breath too.
"Me too. But, first things first.", she said with a peaceful sigh, pulling Jake next to her before climbing his lap.
She bent over and kissed the tip of his boxers, pointing up. She pulled down his underwear and stood still in front of his penis. She froze and he started to feel anxious again.
"What? It's not normal? Why do you stare at it?", he asked, panicking.
Her eyes fluttered and she smiled at him. Before laughing for herself.
"It's not normal?"... No, it's not, how is she supposed to fit this inside of her?
"No, Jake, everything is fine. I just… It's quite bigger than my exes'. But… Don't worry, I will figure it out."
He flinched at the mention of her exes, the last thing he wanted was to picture her and Clawd in the same position as they were, two minutes ago. On the other hand, his was bigger than Clawd's. He hesitated between feeling flattered or offended.
"Can you, please, not mention your exes when we're in such a position? I'm not bragging you about my past experiences, as few as they were.", he said, trying not to sound as angry as he really was.
"Hm… 'Bout that, what's the name of the girl that sucked your dick?", she didn't feel attacked and didn't seem to understand he would not want to talk about that right now.
"Scarah, but, what the fuck? Nef why do you ruin the moment? I don't want to think about her right now."
"Oh, don't worry, sweetie, I'll suck the memory of that Scarah out of you."
And with that, she leaned down and took him in her mouth. He didn't even have the time to reply to her, the only sound that could come out of his mouth being groans and swears.
Thanks for reading! Next week: The Freedom.
