"Do it? Like...are you asking for sex? If we can have sex?" he asked, his head spinning. This was going so fast, and so unexpected.

Was he missing something here?

"Yeah," Mae said, looking away, down at the floor. She played with her hoodie zipper. "If you wanted to, I mean."

"Do you want to?"

She looked up suddenly, a flash of annoyance shooting across her face. "I asked, didn't I!? You can say no if you want don't want to hook up with me!"

"Calm down! I just-this is-you're throwing a lot at me here, okay?! I just got into town, and I've never been here before, and there's no power, and I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with my life, and...yes!"

"Yes...to sex?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes."

She looked back down at the floor awkwardly. "Okay. If you're sure. I don't wanna like pressure you or anything if you don't want to."

"Mae, I want to."

She began looking up but her eyes stopped on the bulge in his jeans. "Oh." She giggled. "Yeah, I guess so." She reached out and laid her fingertips against his erection. "Wow, it's hard." She looked around suddenly. "Where should we do it?"

Trent hesitated, but only briefly. He didn't even know the layout of this house. There was so much happening, and so much had already happened, and there was so much more to happen, there had to be, but right now, it was like…

He didn't want to think anymore. At all. About anything.

Except for this weird girl named Mae, sitting across from him in the dark, cold living room of his dead great-uncle's house in some strange small town, asking him if he wanted to have sex and if he liked her butt.

It felt unreal and impossible but he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to not feel lonely.

"Let's go upstairs," he said, getting up and taking off his backpack.

"Okay," she replied, getting up as well.

He took her hand and flashed back to when they had stood on the hill, holding hands briefly, not saying anything.

In a way that you sometimes just knew, he could tell that was going to be a memory that had anchored in his mind, a good memory that would stay there, even years later. But the thought slipped away like snow on a hard winter wind, blown away and gone in an instant in the face of the monstrously powerful horniness that had already taken hold. A year. A whole year since he'd last even had a kiss or held a girl's hand.

And it wasn't like his life was like a porno before that either.

Mae was weird and short and strange and angry and kind of mean but he could absolutely not deny an attraction between them. Obviously she felt it. Touching her hand was like touching a hot stove, only good. It was intense and fun and exhilarated him. He guided her quickly out of the living room, into a hallway that looked kind of similar to the one he'd just been in at her house. Up the stairs. There had to be a bed up there.

Trent felt like he was buzzing with horny energy by the time he reached the top of the creaking stairs. He looked around, finding four doors. First one was a closet. Second one was a bathroom. Third one was like a study or something.

"Ugh, come on!" he grunted, shoving the last door open.

Bedroom. There. Big bed, made.

It was a bed and it would be perfect.

He kicked his shoes off and unzipped his hoodie eagerly.

"Wow, we're really gonna do this," Mae murmured as she unzipped her own hoodie.

"Yeah," he replied, dropping his hoodie on the floor and then pulling his shirt off and then going for his belt. "You okay?" he asked, pausing, looking at her.

"I'm fine," she said, and started undoing her own pants after getting her hoodie off. He was eager to see her shirt come off. She had big breasts, that much was obvious, and he really wanted to see them. It had been seriously too long since he'd been with a girl. As his jeans came off, so did hers, almost at the same time, revealing some really shapely thighs and hips and white panties, he no longer was buzzing with horny energy but thrumming with it. It was getting harder to focus on anything in the whole world but her.

God, he'd just met her. Was this really stupid?

He found that he didn't care.

He was in his boxers and socks now, but she still had her shirt on. He waited, wanting to see what was underneath, but she floundered, shifting awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just...are you gonna take your boxers off?" she replied.

"Are you gonna take your shirt off?" he asked.

She winced. "Can we leave it on?"

"Do we have to? I mean if you really don't wanna take it off okay, but I really want to see your boobs," he replied.

She giggled. "Bea was right," she muttered, then sighed. "I'm...kinda round."

"Round?" Had he heard that right? Every other word out of her mouth was not what he expected.

"Fat. I'm kinda fat," she growled.

"I don't care, I think you're hot," he replied.

She squirmed again, like she couldn't make up her mind, then she looked him in the eye. "Okay fine, but if you make fun of me I'll bite your dick. I'll bite it off and swallow it and it'll be my dinner, you got it, pal?"

Somehow, even that didn't kill his thirst for her, to be inside of her.

Okay weird phrasing after what she'd just said but whatever.

"Got it," he replied.

"Wow, I thought for sure that'd scare you," she muttered.

"Nope. Take it off," he replied. "I don't care what you look like naked, you're hot."

"That doesn't make any sense but okay fine."

She took off the long-sleeve shirt she was wearing, then she took off the formfitting tanktop she wore underneath.

"You don't wear a bra?" he asked as she struggled to get it up over her big tits.

"Man eff bras," she muttered, and then her breasts were free and his thrumming became pulsing. She tossed it aside and then wrapped her arms around her stomach. "Okay there, there's my tits that you're like so hot to see...wow, like, you're super into this, huh?" she asked, noticing the way he was staring at her huge breasts wide-eyed. She swayed them back and forth, then giggled at the way his eyebrows raised. "Oh my God, like, I'm gonna hypnotize you with my boobs."

"You are," he agreed, reaching out and cupping them, feeling them bare against his hands.

"Oh shit," she whispered.

"What?"

"It's like-that feels good. Just you touching them. Like wow."

"Touching feels good," he murmured.

"Apparently," she said, then looked down. "Jeez you somehow look harder than before, and is that like a stain? Is that like, um, what do they call it? Pre-cum?"

"Yeah," he said, glancing down briefly and seeing a small dark stain where the tip of his straining erection met his boxers.

"Lemme see it."

"Take your panties off."

"You take yours off!"

"I'm not wearing panties."

She sighed. "Take off your underwear, loser!"

"Same time?" he suggested.

"Fine."

He let go of her amazing tits and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. She reluctantly let go of her stomach, (she did have a gut, but he was right, he didn't care, like who didn't nowadays?, and she was still really hot), and then did the same. They both pulled their underwear down at the same time. They both stared at each other as they straightened back up. Her pussy looked nice between her thick, thick thighs.

She shivered suddenly. "Let's get under the blankets, I'm cold."

"Yeah," he agreed.

Trent pulled the blankets back, finding them heavy and high quality, and pretty much jumped into bed with Mae. Now that they were actually naked and getting into the bed, it seemed to have fully reignited the spark. Before he could even fully lay down she was against him, kissing him again. He ran his hand over her body, feeling all that pleasant thickness, all her soft, dark blue fur. She started touching his dick, then groped lower, cupping his balls and-

"Ow! Too hard! Fuck!" he snapped.

"Shit! Sorry!" she said. "I've never done this before."

He stopped. "Wait...what? Like...you're a virgin?"

"Yeah," she replied. "You wanna make something of it?"

"No, I don't. Sorry. I just-like how virgin are we talking?"

She sighed. "Like this is the farthest I've ever gone. No one's seen me naked before. No one's seen me topless or bottomless or whatever, no one's seen anything. The most I ever did was a kiss and I don't even think that counts."

"So no one's ever touched you, like...down there? Or gone down on you?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Never."

"Oh."

She paused. "I mean, you don't have to-"

"No, I'll do it. It's just...kinda cool," he said.

"What? Why?"

"You have no idea what it feels like, and I get to be the one who gets to show you."

"Oh what are you like super good at it or something? Are you a player? Have you been with like a hundred girls?"

"What? No. God, you really like to fight, don't you?" he asked.

She sighed and reached up, flicking her ear. "No, I hate it. I'm sorry. I told you I'm an asshole. I don't mean to I just do-ugh, can we just go? I wanna do this, I'm so horny."

"Yeah we can-wait. Are you on birth control?" he asked.

"Uh...no," she mumbled.

"Shit, I don't have any condoms. Fuck. Shit."

"It's okay, you can just pull out, right? Like that's a real thing, right?"

"I mean it is it's just...risky," he replied.

"Yeah but like I probably won't get pregnant," she said. "Come on...I wanna know what it feels like, please? I finally got here and everyone talks about it so much and I just wanna know. Please?" she asked, staring intensely at him.

He felt a number of things: nervous, bad, a little guilty, empathetic, kind of stupid. Kind of really stupid. But mostly he felt an intensely overwhelming desire to be with her, to have sex with her, but also to show her what it felt like.

There was something about her, something he'd seen and noticed, but not necessarily recognized immediately about her, something that he was finally just beginning to feel the edges of as he looked into her anxious, almost desperate red eyes.

Sadness. There was a great sadness to her, a misery, a suffering.

And he wanted to help her. Somehow.

And right now, the way to help her seemed to be to do this for her.

"Okay," he said.

Mae seemed to relax. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Just...tell me if you get uncomfortable or want me to stop, okay? We can stop whenever you want."

She looked up at him uncertainly. "You won't be mad?"

"I won't be mad," he replied.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay...thanks," she murmured.

He nodded and kissed her again, then called on everything he could remember as he started to pleasure her and explore her body. He didn't have a lot of experience. Just one girlfriend he'd gotten serious with over a year ago and a lot of porn watched and some message boards lurked on where he read about what women really thought when they were in bed. Usually it was apparently: OMFG will you just give me more foreplay and LISTEN to me!?

Trent went slowly and carefully as he found her clit and started to rub it. The reaction he got out of her came right away and her eyes went wide and her mouth opened. She moaned loudly and her legs stretched out, her whole body seemed to as he rubbed her clit.

"Oh wow…" she moaned.

"That good already?" he asked.

"Yes...don't stop," she whispered, closing her eyes.

Trent didn't stop. He kept going, rubbing her clitoris more and more, pushing down harder as he made small but faster circles. Her body writhed in response to his foreplay. He kissed her again and her mouth immediately, hungrily responded, her lips pressing against his own. After a bit, he felt her hand drift across his erection, then her fingers wrapped around it, touching it more carefully this time. Her touch felt amazing, just to have her wrap her fist around it, gently squeeze it, start sliding up and down. He slipped a finger inside.

Mae gasped and her hips bucked, her eyes popping open. "Oh my God!" she cried, and before he knew it she was cumming.

Her hips jerked violently as he pushed his finger inside of her, feeling a ferocious wetness to her, and a great heat, and he learned right away she was a squirter. She let out an odd sort of squealing moan as she came, her hot juices squirting out around his finger as he got it deeper into her. She tried to say something but seemed mentally scattered by the orgasm. Trent kept going, slipping two fingers into her as the climax lengthened, lasting longer than he thought it would, and it only seemed to invigorate her further.

After awhile, she finally relaxed. "Oh man. Oh my God. Holy shit. Oh wow," she gasped, panting, her big breasts swaying in time with her heavy breathing. "That was awesome. No one's ever made me cum before. Like. Dude."

"Oral's better," Trent replied.

She sat up abruptly, her eyes widening. "Are you serious!?" Before he could answer, she pushed his head down towards her crotch. "Show me!"

He laughed. "Scoot over, you made a mess."

She looked down. "Holy shit dude, I like never do that when I, uh...you know, do it. Wow. Oh man. Okay." She shifted to the right side of the bed and he shifted with her, and then he set in to pleasure her with his tongue.

"Ohhhh...you're right…" she moaned loudly as he licked her clit. "Oh my fucking God, Trent. Oh it feels SO GOOD! OH YES! PLEASE! MORE! OH MY GOD!" she screamed in total pleasure as he ate her out.

Trent had to admit, it was fucking awesome getting a reaction like this.

He'd never gotten a reaction this intense before.

Mae soon lost her words again and instead could only grunt and moan, and then he'd made her cum a second time. She let out a loud wail and he had to reach up and put a hand over her mouth because someone was going to call the cops if she kept it up.

This time when she was done she flopped back gasping, twitching occasionally as the orgasm briefly resurfaced, like the aftershock of an earthquake.

"You made another mess," he murmured, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

"Dude. Oh wow. My thighs are gonna hurt. From clenching so much. When I start cumming it's like...I don't even know. I thought they were lying," she murmured.

"Who?" he asked.

"Like everyone. People all talk about sex like it's the best thing ever, like it's just so good and so cool and awesome and you're such a loser if you don't have it. I thought they were exaggerating or lying. Like beer, you know? Beer just tastes awful, but everyone drinks it. I tried it, but it's just awful and lame. And I threw up tacos. Can we have sex? Or do you want me to suck your dick? I've never done it before…"

"Well, now's a good a time as any to get some practice in," Trent replied.

She laughed. "That's your way of saying you want me to suck your dick." He nodded. "Okay, that's fine. I can't promise I'll make you cum or anything."

"I don't care," he replied.

They moved over to the last not-wet spot on the bed and this time he laid on his back. Mae shifted around, her pleasantly thick body jiggling as she got down on her stomach in between his legs. She looked at his dick nervously, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around it. Bringing it closer to her face, she licked across the tip.

Trent shuddered at the hit of pleasure that gave him.

She winced. "Was that good or bad?"

"Good. Licking is good, pretty much always," he replied.

"Oh, okay cool. Hmm...it doesn't taste as bad as I thought it would. This girl at college told me it was so bad and bitter…"

"You're in college?" he asked. Shit, was she just back for a winter break? What was this, anyway? Just a hookup or something else?

"No. I dropped out," she replied. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh-kay!" he grunted as she started licking his head repeatedly. "Whew, that's good...um. I think like a full on, uh, ah yeah, a blow, like full on cum in your mouth is different than the pre-cum. I don't know, but that's what I've heard."

"Oh. I guess I'll find out at some point," she said, and then stopped licking. "So, uh, any advice? I seriously don't know what to do here beyond I guess put it in my mouth and suck? I see girls like bobbing their head a lot in porn, does that actually do anything for you?"

"Yeah. Just make sure your lips go over the head while you're sucking. Also, big, big rule. Like number one rule you can't break at all: no teeth. You can't let your teeth touch it at all."

"Okay, got it," she said and opened her mouth. She lowered her head, hesitated, then opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around his cock. She started to bob her head slowly at first, then began going faster.

Trent braced himself. At this point he did trust Mae to not use teeth on purpose, but she'd also proven that she was kind of clumsy as fucking hell, and maybe at least somewhat irresponsible, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she might drag her teeth along his dick. Not something he was looking forward to experiencing.

But she picked it up pretty quickly.

The pleasure of her hot, wet mouth was great. Especially when she closed her eyes and seemed to be getting into it, bobbing her head, slipping her lips up over his head repeatedly. And he got to look down her bare backside, to her expansive butt and the backs of her big thighs. He'd never been with a girl this thick before.

And then, right as she seemed like she was really hitting her stride, she stopped, taking it out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, man, I can't keep it up. My jaw hurts," she admitted sheepishly. "Like, you kinda got a big dick. Or I got a small mouth. I don't know, but I have to open my mouth like really wide to make sure my teeth don't hit you."

"That's fine, you did great, Mae," he replied.

She looked up at him with a vulnerable little smile. "Thanks," she mumbled shyly. "Can we do it now? I want to feel it...I want you inside me."

"Yes, we can do it now," he replied.

"Okay."

"How do you want to lose your virginity?" he asked as he sat up.

"What do you mean? Like in the ass? I mean, I'm not exactly against you putting it in my ass, but I was hoping…"

"No, no, Mae. Like, what position?" he asked.

"Oh! Uh...what do they call it, where I'm on my back, and you're on top?"

"Missionary."

She snorted. "Lol what the fuck, why missionary? What does that have to do with it?"

He motioned for her to take his place and she did, laying on her back, spreading her legs, showing him her...well, all of herself. "I don't know, I think because it's so basic. Like it's the most common and least adventurous of the positions...did you just say 'lol', like laugh out loud?"

"Duh. It's twenty seventeen, Trent. Get with the times, loser."

"Uh-huh," he said, and got in between her legs instead. She bit her lower lip as he prepared to penetrate her. "Do you want to stop here? We could go buy a condom, probably."

"No, I don't want to leave this place. I want to do it. Right now. Put it in my pussy," she said, almost complaining now.

"Okay," he said, and he put it in her pussy.

He was careful. Trent didn't really think he was big, but she seemed to think so, and she was pretty small, even if she was thick. He wasn't sure how that translated to pussy size, and even then, it didn't seem to matter. He'd seen tiny chicks that could take monster cocks and bigger chicks that had trouble with regular size dicks. Of course that was porn so maybe it was all bullshit. But what mattered right now was how well they both handled this.

They both shared a moan as he pushed into her, got inside that pussy that no one had ever been inside of before.

Trent tried not to focus too much on that, because it felt like it leaned too heavily into the shitty territory of virginity and purity and slut-shaming and all that dumb bullshit, but it did feel good, like a special moment they were sharing. He could see it in her eyes, the way she was staring up at him, looking at once aroused and pleased and vulnerable and a little lost. He kept going, pushing deeper, carefully, not wanting to hurt her.

But he'd done a very good job priming her pussy.

She was so slick and wet and so damned tight.

Soon he was hitting it and oh it felt good.

It felt so good. So incredibly good.

"Oh Mae…" he moaned.

"Trent…" she groaned. "Oh you're taking my virginity...holy shit dude...it's really happening."

"It's really happening," he groaned, and he kissed her. She kissed him back, a bit of a trick that they just managed given their size difference. He laid a hand across her breast, groping it as he fucked her, sliding in and out of her bare pussy.

"Do you really think I'm hot?" she panted.

"I really think you're hot, Mae. You're fucking awesome hot," he replied, lost in the pleasure that was her fantastic body.

She began to respond but then moaned loudly. "Harder…"

He started to go harder, faster, beating that pussy up, making the bed start to shake and creak. Before long, he had the headboard banging against the wall.

"Harder!" she yelled. "Come on loser, fuck me harder! I can take it! I'm sturdy!" she said, then cried out in bliss.

Trent fucked her until he could no longer possibly tolerate the pleasure and then barely managed to pull out of her as his orgasm commenced. He felt his own orgasm pulse through him as he unloaded his spunk all over her belly.

"Ah, dude, holy shit!" Mae cried as he came onto her.

It was a huge load, coming out in hard spurts, his dick kicking each time. His creamy clear-white stuff got all over her stomach and even up onto her huge tits as he went temporarily insane with absolute pleasure.

It was the best sex he'd ever had.

When he was finished, he sat back away from her, staring at her, panting heavily.

She was looking down at herself, at the big mess he'd made. Finally, she looked up at him. "Dude, like, gross."