This time not in Amphibia: Marcy's and Sasha's first time (situated between chapter 5 and 6 of the first story) does not go as planned.

2. First steps

Gosh, she had never been so nervous in her whole life!

Well … that might not be true. In her temple trial back in Amphibia, ooooh boy had she been nervous! And when she had planted the idea of stealing the Calamity Box in Sasha's head, heck yes, she had been SO nervous that she'd slip up! And there had been this test in school when her father had threatened to take away her gaming rights for a month if she wouldn't ace it …

Alright, alright, she had been really nervous before too. But here she was, sitting on the bed in Sasha Waybright's apartment, her new girlfriend, wearing nothing but her underwear … and was wondering if she should lock the door and bury herself under the blanket before Sasha could finish her shower. They were gonna have sex! SEX! Not her first time ever, but her first time with another woman! And not just any woman, this was Sasha! Her second-oldest friend, the girl she had fantasized about since she had moved away with her parents – once in a while of course, she hadn't been obsessed –, the woman she had nearly killed with her own hands when she had been possessed by the Core. How COULD she be calm under these circumstances?

She remembered her talk with Anne. Oh Anne! Without her oldest friend, she likely wouldn't sit here now. She had been nervous then too, but Anne had been able to give her confidence, dismiss Marcy's worries about her parents and just being the most awesome friend ever, as usual. She wondered for a moment if she would be less nervous if Anne was here right now? That made her giggle. Sure, as if this wasn't already awkward, why not make it a threesome? Marcy blushed. Now THAT was a silly thought … though one that HAD crossed her mind once in a while in her me-time, she had to admit. She shook her head. She REALLY shouldn't be thinking about Anne when Sasha could come in every minute. That would surely ruin everything.

As if you hadn't ruined your life already.

Marcy closed her eyes and bit her lip. Oh no. Wasn't it bad enough that sometimes she heard the illusionary voice of a collective of alien dictators in her head? Did she also need to hear the accusing imaginary words of her father? How much therapy was necessary to get these unwelcome commentators out of her mind forever?

No therapy will save you from having to face reality, my dear child, the voice continued, sounding cold and relentless. Isn't it enough that you refuse to use your brain to secure your future, instead trusting that the fickle internet will provide for you? Do you have to waste your body too?

Marcy pressed her hands against her ears and shook her head. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if her dad accepted same-sex relationships or not. The topic just hadn't come up in their household, at least not when Marcy had been present. Her mom … was reluctantly accepting. They had had a VERY awkward talk once when she hadn't had a boyfriend in quite a while and had always been chatting with Anne and Sasha … well, it had ended with her mother making it clear that she would be delighted to have grandchildren one day, but she accepted that forcing such an issue would do no good, even though she herself had never been bi-curious and didn't understand it. Sadly she couldn't be sure if her father was as understanding too, which made it harder to ignore this voice.

She began to breathe in and out deeply while reciting plot points of the potential Azura book Anne had insisted she should write. It worked and her father's voice vanished. Still, her heart was still beating fast and she was even more nervous now. Had this been a bad idea? Maybe they should wait? On the other hand, she couldn't just shut down every time one of the voices bothered her. Maybe …

"Marcy? Are you alright?"

Marcy opened her eyes again. Sasha had come into the room unnoticed. She probably was wearing her underwear, but right now it was hidden by a towel. A few drops of water, having fallen down from her hair, twinkled on her skin, drawing attention to her well-developed muscles. And yet the worried expression on her face overshadowed it all. She sat down next to Marcy, put her hands on Marcy's shoulders and stared into her eyes. "Is everything okay? Do you have second thoughts? You know that you don't have to prove anything, right?"

"Sure," Marcy blurted out. Was she really ready? Sasha was SO close now … She couldn't help but blush, even though nothing had happened yet. It was alright. They were girlfriends – they should be able to do these things now. "I'm ready, Sash. Just a little nervous, you know."

Sasha studied her for a moment, but then she nodded. "Alright, as long as you are sure," she replied. "Just remember, we can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable." Her hand ruffled through Marcy's hair until it reached a nearly burning cheek. Her gaze was very intense, causing Marcy's mouth to become dry. The predator-prey-analogy flashed through her mind. "I guess you want me to take the lead?"

"Please, yes," Marcy agreed, licking her lips. "I-I want to learn."

That brought a smile to Sasha's face. "Then let's put this big brain of yours to good use, shall we?" she asked, moving closer so that her naked leg was now touching Marcy's. Marcy was feeling an exquisite mixture of excitement, nervousness and fear of failure as Sasha gently grabbed Marcy's chin and pulled her closer. At the first time she had had sex her boyfriend had been just as nervous as her, but Sasha was quite experienced in the sapphic arts – and she was clueless. That had never been a state of mind she had been comfortable with. She really, REALLY didn't want to mess this up …

Then Sasha's lips touched her's and her thoughts froze. Her girlfriend's hand moved to her neck, massaging it gently while her lip started the same treatment with her's. Sensations were sent all over Marcy's body. Wonderful. Frightening. She couldn't quite decide. She felt herself moan as her body quickly heated up. Her hands moved erratically, touching parts of Sasha's skin, but she had no idea what the right places were. On the other side of the equation, Sasha's second hand slowly traveled along Marcy's thigh with JUST the right amount of pressure, sending small shocks of pleasure to Marcy's brain, overloading it even more.

"Calm down, Marbles," Sasha mumbled between kisses. "Let yourself go. I'll take care of you."

She tried to, although it felt like static electricity would begin to form between her and Sasha any second. She let Sasha push her down on the mattress, moaning softly into Sasha's mouth when the blonde's hand reached her knee and moved from the outer towards the inner thigh, causing Marcy to close them instinctively. Sasha used the opportunity to have her tongue start a quick first expedition into Marcy's mouth. All of Marcy's body was bombarded with sensations, she could hardly think much less act anymore, which made her even more anxious. She couldn't let Sasha do EVERYTHING, she needed to contribute too!

No such luck though when Sasha ended the kiss, both of them gasping for air, before quickly moving to the side of Marcy's face and putting pecks beneath Marcy's ear and down her neck. Marcy groaned and put her arms around Sasha's neck, pulling her closer. "Sasha!" she breathed, her consciousness flickering. This was too much! "S-Sashaaa ..."

"You okay, Marbles?" she heard Sasha whispering. "Do you want me to go slower?"

She nearly panicked. Sasha was questioning them! They hadn't even been at it for a minute – or had it been an hour? Time was weird right now – and there were already doubts. She could not let that happen! She needed her, the growing tension in her body be damned!

"No!" she gasped out, pressing Sasha against her even firmer. "I need you! Please ..."

"Alright ..."

Sasha's voice, especially the hints of arousal, sent shivers down Marcy's spine. The blonde stopped assaulting Marcy's neck and went back to kissing. Her hand left Marcy's thigh too, granting her a bit of relief, but slowly made its way up to her breasts. She moved her body a bit, Sasha's torso now pinning down Marcy's, her hand moving between them, covered breasts pressing down their counterparts, while their legs were not touching right now. Marcy groaned again. Sasha was heavy, but it didn't bother her one bit. It was just one more sensation that disrupted her rational thinking, just like Sasha's tongue playfully venturing behind Marcy's lips again. Sasha's hand reached the underneath of Marcy's breasts, teasingly staying there, rubbing the skin beneath her chest instead of moving on to the main course. Too much, too much … Marcy had had sex before, but she hadn't even felt half of the current sensations then, and all of them were overwhelming. She whimpered softly, which Sasha used to enter her mouth with her tongue permanently. Marcy was losing herself. She didn't know if that was good or bad, she had no control over her body anymore, she was nothing more than a plaything for Sasha, helpless against the more experienced woman's assault, her thoughts were slowly drowned in pleasure, nervous energy making her body spasm to get rid of the growing tension … it was too much, way too much, she couldn't keep up, she wasn't good enough …

Of course you aren't! Suddenly a picture of her father appeared in her mind, the contempt in his voice making her body and mind freeze. I TOLD you that you were making a mistake, you abject FAILURE! His eyes opened. Way too many eyes. Orange glowing, demonic, all too familiar eyes, piercing through the chaotic sensations in her body, immediately drowning out all lust and pleasure. Marcy couldn't help it. She screamed in terror. Some part of her mind registered Sasha immediately pushing herself up and uttering words, but she didn't understand any of them. She hid her face behind her hands immediately. It wouldn't help, but she didn't want Sasha to see her cry openly. Even though the blonde was absolutely able to see Marcy's body being wrecked by sobs.

She had no idea how long it lasted, but she was dimly aware that Sasha was hugging her the whole time. It couldn't be, it just couldn't! She had never had a nightmare vision during sex before, not that she had HAD sex that often, so why NOW? She had wanted this to be perfect so badly, she had been so nervous because of her lack of experience … and now she had ruined it. She always ruined everything. And not just for her, for Sasha too. Her girlfriend, her patient, gentle, understanding girlfriend. It wasn't fair!

"Shhhhh, Mar-Mar, shhhhh," she heard Sasha's voice. Marcy's face was pressed against the blonde's chest, Sasha's fingers softly caressing her hair. "You're alright. I'm here."

"I'm … I'm s-sorry ..."

"Stop that," Sasha chided her. "It's no big deal, Mar-Mar. Just calm down."

Marcy knew better than to apologize again. Sasha knew all about her condition. She didn't need or want apologies, the rational part of Marcy knew that Sasha needed explanations so that she could help her. Like she had always helped her. So Marcy allowed herself to relax, to let Sasha's gentle strength be the anchor that kept her from drowning in despair.

"I … I saw dad," she confessed finally, her voice sounding meek and frail. "I heard his voice … even before we started. He had the eyes of the Core."

"What did he say?" The embrace got a little tighter.

"He said … that I was a failure." Her eyes became wet again. "That … that I was not only wasting my mind, but also my body ..."

"You know that that wasn't really your dad, Marcy," Sasha reminded her. "That he is far away right now?"

"M-hm."

"Marcy … were you anxious by any chance? Your first nightmare here was because of stress … were you maybe nervous because you've never had lesbian sex?" She felt a kiss being placed on her hair. "I told you that it was not important. You don't need to be perfect, Mar-Mar."

"I … yeah, I was." Marcy felt ashamed. "I'm sorry."

Sasha sighed. "I wish you'd stop apologizing," she muttered. "You're not defunct, Marcy, you've been traumatized. It's okay. I'm not mad at you, at all. I'm here to HELP you, remember?"

"But ..." Marcy held back a sob. "I wanted this, Sasha. Really, I did! What if … what if this happens every time?"

"You're getting stressed again, Marcy," Sasha warned her. She sighed. "We probably went into this too fast … stress isn't good for you, we should have waited until you're comfortable."

"But when will that be?" Marcy asked. She snuggled into Sasha's chest more. "I want this, Sasha … I want US. I not only want to feel good, I want to be able to make YOU feel good too."

"I know, Marcy, but that's probably the reason for all this stress," Sasha argued. She paused for a moment. "How about I tell you about my first time with a woman? Would you like that?"

Marcy didn't know how that would help. On the other hand, being close like this, hearing Sasha's calming voice was … nice. And Sasha was right, she NEEDED to calm down. "Sure."

So Sasha told her about Alice. That she had been another psych student, that Sasha had been head over heels for her, that she had teased Sasha mercilessly until Sasha had dropped her "I'm so cool" persona and presented her true feelings. That they had had enjoyable dates, yet Sasha had been nervous because Alice had had lesbian experience, and she had felt the need to prove herself, to show her crush that she was worthy of her attention. And that that had been the reason why she had tried to aggressively please Alice on their first time, so much so that Alice hadn't been able to do much and had eventually stopped her.

"She told me that it wasn't a competition," Sasha said, Marcy being mesmerized. "That it wasn't an exam either. That she was willing to be my teacher, but that I was trying way too hard." A short pause. "I was so ashamed."

"What happened then?"

"I let her teach me. Guide me while encouraging me to do little things myself." Another short pause. "That's why I thought me teaching you would be the right thing too. But you aren't like me, Marcy. It was the wrong approach."

"Then … what do we do now?" Marcy pushed herself away a bit and looked at her girlfriend sadly. "I really wanted this to be our night, Sasha. Do you think we should just … sleep?"

"Maybe." Sasha was staring at her as if the was thinking through something. "But … there may be something we could try." She caressed Marcy's cheek with the back of her hand, grinning shortly. "If you aren't scared?"

Marcy nodded eagerly.

"Then … close your eyes."

Marcy blinked. Huh?

"Yes, almost like that."

She closed her eyes. "Okay, now what? I'm not sure if I'm ready for 50 shades yet, Sash."

Sasha snorted. "I hope you'll NEVER be. But turn around, Marce, spooning position. Don't be afraid."

Marcy moved around until she felt her back touching Sasha's body. "I'm not," she said. "I trust you, Sasha."

Sasha hugged her from behind. "Good," she assessed. "You told me that you fantasized about me after you had moved with your parents. How about you tell me all about one of these scenarios? You focus on it and nothing else." Her hands moved a little lower. "And I will do my best to make it … feel real."

Marcy blushed heavily. That was NOT what she had thought would happen this night … but she had to admit it sounded hot. And since she would have to do nothing but imagine things, she probably wouldn't get too nervous, true … but … "But what about you? I want you to feel good too, Sasha."

She felt a kiss being placed behind her ear. It made her shudder. "I'm fine, Marcy. You getting comfortable with this situation is the most important thing right now, you can repay me another time if you want." Sasha chuckled. "Besides, seeing you losing control will be an experience in itself. And now … spill! Where are we?"

Marcy hesitated for one more moment, but when she felt one of Sasha's hands moving beneath her breasts and the other just above her crotch the excitement from before came back fast. She licked her lips. "We're in school," she began. "After class."

"Oooh, naughty schoolgirls. How indecent of you, Mar-Mar! What are we doing?"

She exhaled sharply. Oh my frog, hearing Sasha's deep, teasing voice juuuust behind her ear was so hot! She let Sasha's hands wander for a minute, mewing in content. "The class is empty," she finally continued, focusing on the fantasy. The pictures, having been used long ago, came back to her. Her and Sasha, standing in their old school, in their old uniforms, being roughly ten years younger again. "I asked you to stay behind. I wanted to tell you something."

"Oh?" Sasha's hand covered one of Marcy's breasts, applying soft pressure with her fingertips, causing Marcy to press her lips together firmly. "Okay, Marcy, here we are," she said with a largely neutral voice a younger Sasha could have used, with just a hint of arousal. "What do you want?"

"I-I ..." Ooooh yes, the excitement from before had indeed come back, fueled by Sasha's hand playing with her breast and the bra at the same time and the other one touching the skin around her crotch, but not the sacred place itself. She wouldn't last long, yet she was strangely determined to make it last. "I'm sorry, Sash. I … mmm just can't forget last weekend … please, I need you to kiss me!" She turned her head around for Sasha to be able to reach her lips.

"Aaaah, you're horny, is that it? I should have noticed it during class." Sasha's hand slipped beneath the bra, touching the naked flesh. Marcy moaned, but a second later Sasha covered her lips with her own. It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was demanding and exactly the kiss a controlling Sasha would have given her. She was inside of her fantasy now, with her eyes still closed, only barely remembering that she wasn't actually back at school, with young Sasha groping and kissing her. The kissing actually lasted for quite a while she thought, but it still was over way too soon. "You know that I've got a cheerleader meeting in 30 minutes, don't you?" Sasha asked her during a kissing break. "I don't think you can come this fast … maybe we should wait until after?"

"Nononooooo!" Marcy moaned when Sasha began to suck on her neck. "I need it, Sash … I need you so baaaaad!"

"So naughty," young Sasha said to her and smirked. Then she slapped her butt, causing Marcy to squeal before her mouth was closed with a short, hungry kiss again. "You're such a slut, Marcy! What if someone catches us?" Teeth squeezed her flesh gently, making her whimper. "What if a teacher comes in?" Her nipple was slightly twisted before the hand attacked the other breast, shoving the bra aside. Sasha's mouth left her neck and whispered right into her ear: "What if Anne finds us here?"

Marcy squirmed, her breathing becoming very fast. The mere THOUGHT of their dark-skinned friend opening the classroom door, finding their lips pressed together and Sasha's hands all over Marcy's body and staring at them, her skin turning darker and darker … she was so wet! She didn't need 30 minutes, she probably wouldn't last another five! Sasha's hand now ended – or increased? – the torture in her nether regions and began to massage her labia, causing Marcy to buck, losing control of her body for a moment. She had lost her sense of time completely. She had no idea how long this had been going on, she just knew that she NEEDED more!

"Please, Sash," she begged. "I wo-won't need long." She moaned as one finger slipped into her vagina for a mere moment before slipping out again. "Make me cummmm!"

"Quiet, or they'll catch us!" Sasha scolded her. Oh, she loved young Sasha in her uniform, her pretty ponytail and this domineering grin, she loved this forbidden situation – she nearly WISHED someone would catch them. A sweet pressure was building in her pussy, waiting for Sasha's strong fingers. "Okay, I'll help you, Mar-Mar. But then you owe me. Understood?"

"Yeeees!" Two fingers were inserted slowly. Sasha knew her so well. She knew that Marcy was already beyond one finger. Her walls were pulsing all around the foreign flesh inside of her. "Anything!"

The fingers began to move. "Keep it down!" Sasha harshly hissed. "I'll make you cum, but you won't say one more word! Gosh, you're hopeless! Without me you wouldn't be able to function, right, Marce?"

"Ye-AAH!" Marcy yelped when her right nipple was twisted way harder. Yet this did nothing to decrease the pressure building up inside of her, rather it increased it. Sasha was so good! She put her hand on her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

"What did I tell you?" Strangely this time Sasha's voice was softer, although her fingers were working faster. Marcy couldn't stop moaning. She barely understood Sasha's words anymore, her consciousness drowning in more and more pleasure. "Don't talk! Now I'm gonna tell you what you will do for me for being so generous ..."

She hardly understood anything of what Sasha was saying, or how many things she was saying even. Something about a test and homework. She was shivering all over as the fingers in her vagina were moving even faster and the heat was getting unbearable. Sasha had told her not to do it, but she couldn't help it – she HAD to express herself or she would explode. "Sa-shaaaaa-AAAH!"

Her whole body convulsed, but was held in place by strong arms. She was screaming. The heat inside of her being expelled abruptly felt like minor explosions hitting her nether regions. It probably took only a few seconds, but it felt way, way longer. She was dizzy, her breathing was unsteady, but it felt right, so right! She had never come like this before!

"Wow!" Sasha chuckled while holding Marcy so that her girlfriend wouldn't fall apart. "I think we can call that a success."

"Sa..." Marcy found it very difficult to get her lungs and throat to produce words. Now that the pleasure was ebbing away, her body became very lazy. "Sasha … so good."

Now Sasha laughed. "Yes, I guess we found the right approach." The amusement vanished and concern crept into her voice. "Was it too much, Mar-Mar? I tried to act like I remember myself, maybe a little more extreme, but ..."

"No … no … it was perfect, Sash!" Marcy replied. She reached behind her to pull Sasha into another kiss, this time thankful, slow and loving. "It was so good … I just wish you could have felt it too."

Sasha smiled and gave her another quick kiss. "That's okay," she assured her. "You can repay me next time. I'm just glad you'll have a fond memory when you think of our first time." She stroked Marcy's cheek. "Have you?"

Marcy managed a tired smile. "Yes", she confirmed, enjoying the complete lack of nervousness inside of her. "Thank you so much, Sash … for chasing away my nightmares again." She turned around, finally facing Sasha again and gave her another kiss. "You're my hero, Commander."

Sasha snickered, embracing her again. "Don't let Anne hear that," she advised. "She'd laugh herself silly if she knew you use that word as a term of affection. Especially since that was more of a thing between me and her."

Marcy smiled. "True." Then she sighed, which turned into a yawn.

"Tired already?" Sasha asked, amused. "We gotta work on your stamina, girl. Or did you not sleep again last night due to drawing? No matter, let's call it a night. Sweet dreams, Mar-Mar."

"Night, Sashy," Marcy muttered, her eyelids becoming heavy. Next time she would be the one to make Sasha cum. But now … she was content just falling asleep, feeling safe and satisfied in the arms of her wonderful girlfriend. And a minute later she did.