Nora wasn't a stranger to odd impulses. She was very used to being inexplicably stricken by inspiration, and most times she gave in. It rarely caused more trouble than it was worth, and in her own opinion she had a tendency toward good ideas over bad. It carried her through combat training, earning her praise from instructors on her quick thinking and conviction. Where her partner was cool and collected, she was bold and brash. It worked for her, and so she did not fight her impulses when they emerged. That was why, while passing Ren's well made bed on the way back from the bathroom, she threw herself wholly at the mattress and buried her face deep into his downy pillow.
She felt her whole body shiver upon impact, and her senses were flooded with stimulus. The soft, warm comforter embraced her eagerly. Her vision went gray and dark as the pillow swallowed her pink face. Finally, the smell of Ren's choice of shampoo and soap invaded her nose and sent a pleasing wave of reassurance through her body. It was familiar, and yet new. She hadn't ever done something like this. Certainly she had sat on Ren's bed, or reclined on it, but never has she really savored the feeling. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing her face into the pillow the way a cat might, and breathed deep the faintly floral scent embedded there.
Frankly, it was like a drug to her in that moment. No amount was enough, and before long she found herself rolling around upon the bed, trying to douse herself in the smell and sensation. She thrashed, rolled, sniffed, and squeezed everything in reach until the entire surface was a jumble of silk sheets and soft sleeping apparatus. The comforter was balled up between her thighs, and she squeezed the pillows tightly in her arms while continuing to bury her face in them. She giggled, felt the color rising in her cheeks, and sighed. She felt at home, which was a rare feeling for her. Then she felt warm. Then she felt hot. Then she felt the same tingling in her lower belly that she felt the evening she witnessed Jaune and Velvet intertwined upon Jaune's bed. She recalled the way Jaune entered the Faunus girl, and the way she writhed in his grasp.
Nora had become wet with lust.
She slowly, nervously let her hand wander from the balled pillows clutched to her chest, and grazed her breast with her fingers. The gentle warmth was good, but her hands felt so small. She had a bigger pair in mind as she playfully ran her fingers around, enjoying the sensation that ran through her when she bumped into her own nipple with a knuckle. Something squeezed in her stomach involuntarily, and made her eager to continue. She ran her open hand down the length of her body, past her proud muscles hidden beneath a layer of supple skin, until her fingers found her elastic waistband. The shorts she preferred to sleep in were comfortable, and easy to move in, and on this occasion they made themselves very convenient by making way as her hand slid under them, and over her cotton panties.
She searched for the sweet spot she had been aware of for many years. It was still a bit mysterious to her; one could only learn so much about their own body through videos shown in mandatory health classes. That's why on the rare occasion she did surrender to these carnal urges, it was all the sweeter when at last her curious fingers found the treasure she kept in reserve for him. At least that's what she told herself.
She closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh of relief when she felt a wet spot between her soft thighs, which lead her straight to a humble bud of sensitive flesh that, when stimulated by her slender fingers, sent electricity up her spine and caused her back to arch just slightly. She bit her lip and gently stroked her most sensitive spot, running her middle finger back and forth as if playing some erotic string instrument. The thought made her giggle.
Nora had learned a few ways to enjoy herself over the years, often imagining the scenarios she'd like to be caught in when at last she managed to confess her feelings to her special someone. She tried her best to picture what it would feel like. To be held, to be stroked, to have her legs lovingly parted and be robbed of her maidenhood as the two of them lay, embracing and drinking in the other person's warmth and affection. She felt a bit silly thinking such saccharine thoughts, but they made her happy, so she wasn't ashamed. Today, she would imagine being held down and taken by him, and to prepare she rolled onto her back, holding Ren's pillow up to her face to enjoy his scent as she worked. She hooked her fingers around her cotton panties, pulled them aside, and felt her wet flesh beneath. Taking a deep breath, Nora began teasing the entrance to her pussy.
She lay there, in the quiet and dim, relaxing after a hard day. She'd showered, shaved, and settles in for an exquisite nap. She was almost adrift on a cloud of sleep when the door to her room creaked open.
Why she did not respond was uncertain. Perhaps she sensed what would come, but regardless of the reason she nervously awaited her fate as the latch clicked into place and the deadbolt slid home. Her heart began beating louder, and a pair of graceful feet crossed the room making barely a sound as they approached. She could almost hear his breath above her as he came to the side of the bed. She was spread across the sheets carelessly, her arms and legs held out from her body leaving her quite defenseless. Not that there was any will to fight in her, but she hoped the message she sent by posing this way was clear. Before long, she was reassured. A wrinkle of cloth, a warm breath, and just a whisper of his scent filled her operating senses before a set of soft, gentle lips touched hers.
He was always so gentle in her daydreams. So kind and willing to allow her time to savor the moment. Nora blushed as he reached an arm across her body and used it to support himself, bring a leg over and settling above her. Their lips touched again, but this time Nora allowed him to part hers, and invade her mouth, even offering up her tongue to his advances. He was rough, but clearly loving. He charmed her with every motion, seduced her with each warm stroke. Finally Nora couldn't stop herself, and let out a moan. That was his queue. He reached a hand up to her chin and held it in his palm, placing his fingers and thumb on either of her cheeks. Nora opened her eyes and beheld a long mane of black hair falling over her. Before she could say anything, they kissed again, and again. He pulled away only to allow her a moment to breath, and then continued his assault. Nora did nothing but bring her hands to his shoulders, gripping them and squeezing at the firm muscle.
She squeaked a bit when she felt his knee come up into her crotch, stimulating her already moist lips until she wanted to squeeze her thighs around his and ride his knee. Before she could, he pulled away, and reached down with both hands to lift her form fitting t-shirt up, exposing a pair of soft, pink breasts which fell innocently to the sides. Her nipples had hardened, and she wanted to shout for him to stop, but the words caught in her throat as he took one in each hand and began firmly kneading them. Nora moaned and threw her head back. She reached a hand to her mouth and began biting her knuckle to stop from making too much noise. She felt him flick her nipples with his thumbs, and even bend down to lick at them with a soft, wet tongue. Nora bit down until she was sure she was drawing blood, when a hand wrapped around her wrist and tore it away, pinning beside her head.
"Don't. I don't want you to feel pain. And I want to hear your voice," he said softly. Nora was ashamed of her lewd disposition, but nodded in understanding. He smiled down at her, and leaned into for another kiss. This one he held for a few moments, before finally pulling away and whispering to her.
"Nora," he said. It made her heart skip a beat. "I want you. I'm sorry, but I can't stop myself this time. I'm going to show you how I really feel, without words to get in the way. Please, bare with it, I promise to do everything I can to make it good for you." With that, he reached a hand down to pull aside her shorts and panties, exposing her wet and eager lips to the world.
Nora was nervous, scared even. But this is what she wanted. She wanted to give herself, her body, and her first time to him. She watched as he undid his own pants, and exposed his manhood. It looked nice, and she couldn't help but reach her free hand down to touch it. The thought that it was going to enter her in a moment was frightening and exciting. He grabbed her wrist, and pinning them both to the bed, he gave her one more long kiss to savor as he pressed forward, and took her virginity.
Nora let out a powerful moan as she came, squirting just a bit onto Ren's sheets. Her back was arched. Her fingers were soaked in her own juices. She was slightly sweaty. But she wasn't satisfied. Dreaming wasn't enough anymore. She wanted the real thing. Watching Velvet writhe and wriggle as Jaune pounded her flesh had made her numb to these fanciful fictions in her head. Her insides still itching for his touch, Nora fixed the bed and went to her dresser.
She picked out a white t-shirt that she slipped on without a bra, and a pair of shorts that she reserved for the pool, which left just enough to the imagination. Confident in her battle gear, she slipped into a pair of sandals and made her way out the door.
By tonight, she would be a woman, and he would be her man.