"I'm sorry for calling you like this."
"Oh! No, it's fine! I love coffee anyways!"
I chuckled, nodding.
"I just—I don't have anyone else to talk about this with. I mean, I do—but, it would—ah..."
"Ah, don't sweat it! Ymir can be as dumb as a doornail!" Sasha giggled, leaning back into her chair and glancing around the place.
"Yeah…"
Sasha gave me her attention as a pot of tea was brought over to us with complimentary cookies. I didn't mind giving Sasha my other cookie as she devoured them, face radiating joy.
"Y'see… I… I never been with… a girl before…" I didn't know what to say—it was embarrassing and at the same time a little scary. Admitting that seemed like I was one step closer to revealing myself.
I resisted the urge to hug myself, because I knew it wouldn't hide how I really was and it'd only serve to show I was hiding something.
"Oh! What?!" Sasha's eyes widened with cookie crumbs spewing onto the table.
"What?! Ymir hasn't bed you yet!?"
I couldn't help hiding my face, remembering just how well she did it—it was like right out of a porn. She didn't spare a single thing from it—she was dirty and eager and—Oh God.
"Oh! She has!" Sasha barked out a laugh.
"What is it, then? Did you not get her to come?" Sasha asked, watching me and it didn't help anything.
It had been four days since then and the weekend was going to be hitting again and I wanted to be prepared.
"Well, it's okay," she must've realized how embarrassed I was as she gave a sympathetic smile, "it's easy—just do what you like to do to yourself, relax, and be patient and communicate."
It seemed so easy to do, but I knew I wasn't as versed as Ymir and I didn't want to spend an hour trying to get it right and then Ymir giving up.
There were so many stereotypes how men couldn't please women—and I didn't want to hit that, either.
I wanted to be just as good of a lover to Ymir as I could.
"You alright? You look like you're about to cry?" Sasha asked, pushing the teapot to the side and taking one of my hands into her own.
"Did she do something to make you upset…?"
I gasped.
"No! Not at all! She really made me—"I froze.
Sasha laughed, snickering.
"Oh, I see, I see, she really made you feel something pretty, didn't she?" Sasha patted my hand.
"That Ymir… she certainly does know how to treat a lady, doesn't she?" Sasha stared off dreamily before glancing at me and seeing me stare at her.
"Oh! Oh God! Um, before—we were just friends—"
I laughed a bit, feeling relieved to see Sasha gawk, but I still felt that gnawing nervousness of it all.
Sasha thought I was a girl—a normal girl, but I wasn't. I didn't have experience with a woman's body except the moment Ymir and I fooled around.
Sasha sheepishly grinned at her admitting Ymir's close relationship with her.
"She told me, don't worry," I wasn't concerned at all. Sasha was a good person and I knew Ymir was too much of a doofus to do anything bad towards me.
"It's just… I'm… I'm not exactly knowing of a woman's body." I admitted.
I felt my hand shake as I took my teacup, letting its warmth soothe my body as I took ginger sips.
Sasha just nodded, waiting for more.
What if Sasha was—no, she definitely wasn't. She loved everyone equally.
"Well… I'm… different than girls."
Sasha kept nodding, waiting and waiting and waiting for me to get to the part. I took my hand from the cup and began to fiddle with a lock of hair.
"I'm…"
I never once told someone about it directly. Except for Ymir…
"I'm… what people call…um, I—I never said this to anyone else…but Ymir, but—I'm—I have a… I'm, um, what people call… intersex…"
Sasha's eyes widened in alarm as she shot up, gasping and then glancing around at the strange looks she got before slamming back down.
"What do you mean," she harshly whispered, staring at me with wonder, "are you telling me that—YMIR HAS IT ALL?!"
I blinked, not expecting that kind of reaction. I felt my constricting throat lessen as I raised a bewildered eyebrow.
"She can please anyone!?" She hissed, determined.
"It isn't fair—I was the expert with dicks! Not her!" Sasha slapped the table, sitting back and crossing her arms.
"She didn't even ask for tips! She fucking just knew!?"
I frowned, caught off guard once more.
"…She didn't ask?" I partially hoped that she hadn't asked Sasha for help, but it would've made this conversation a lot easier if she did—Sasha would've known about my situation then.
"What? Not at all!" Sasha gawked.
"Oh."
Sasha glared at the table, pouting as I awkwardly shuffled, finding myself more uncomfortable at the fact Sasha was so upset over Ymir being good in bed regardless of the person.
"So, wait, what did she all do?" Sasha asked.
I cleared my throat.
"She…she—um…her mouth…um, did all the work…"
"Oral!? Did she accidentally scrape you with her teeth at least?!" Sasha was leaning closer and closer, seething, desperate to have a hold above Ymir's prowess.
"N…No…?"
Sasha collapsed backwards, groaning.
"It isn't fair! I worked hard for this!" Sasha whined and huffed, releasing all of her agony over this as she squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her face and then leaning on the table again.
"Sorry," Sasha suddenly smiled, completely back to normal, "but, so you were wanting to know how to please a woman?"
"Uh…yes…" I was scared at how fast she recovered, but at the same time it felt great to know that she didn't seem to mind what I was…
I was more surprised how easy it came out of my mouth, though, too. Before, I would've started crying at the idea of someone figuring me out, but…
"Oh, um…can what I say…stay between us…the part of who I am…?"
"Oh, of course! I wouldn't tell anyone even if you didn't say that!" Sasha took my hand again, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. I never had such a touchy friend before, but it made me appreciate her even more because I was always afraid people wouldn't want to touch me after hearing how I really was.
"So, did you want to give her head or actually fuck her?" Sasha was all innocent and sweet with her words as she said it, making me squirm, puffing up my cheeks and getting shy.
"I—I need to know everything!" I squeaked.
"Okay, well, we might as well make ourselves comfortable!" Sasha leaned back, pouring herself her own cup and thinking deeply.
"We'll start with some basics, okay?"
-x-x-x-
I walked across the campus, happy the weekend was here and I'd be able to stay with Historia. I had been craving sushi for a while and wanted to hit up that place again—probably go grocery shopping with her while we were out and about.
Ever since we were together, my apartment had been barren—most of my clothes at her place along with forgetting my chargers for my phone and laptop. It seemed the only thing that I could rely on in my apartment was insta-noodles.
"YMIR!"
My smile fell.
Holy shit.
Sasha was blitzing down the sidewalk, glaring at me—with agility and grace never seen before, she took off her flip-flops without skipping a beat.
"YMIR, GET OVER HERE!" She roared. People parted like the Red Sea as she hauled ass.
"S-Sasha?" I could only raise my eyebrows before she slammed right into me, pelting my face with her sandal.
"I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!" She screeched, slapping and jabbing me with her hands and elbows as I cried out, protecting my vulnerable stomach.
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WENT ALL THE WAY WITH HISTORIA!" She fumed, glaring up at me as her fists kept pounding my shoulders.
"W-What—how did you know!?"
"She told me everything!" She stopped, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the bus stop and towards the parking lot.
"What!? What do you mean she told you everything!?" I felt my face redden, embarrassed.
"Everything."
If everything really meant everything…
I tensed up, hiding my face by glancing away.
Sasha huffed but clung to my arm.
"I am your best friend! Why don't you tell me these things!?" She grumbled.
I cleared my throat, trying to adjust my temperature as we went to her car.
"It…wasn't for me to tell…" It was true.
I wasn't going to out Historia just so I could give my best friend some juicy info.
And Sasha seemed to mull this over before sighing, defeat yet content with the outcome.
"I suppose so…" Sasha nodded, swinging my arm in her grasp.
However, I wasn't nearly as satisfied with the halt in the topic.
"You haven't answered me."
"Huh?" She peered up at me with deceivingly innocent brown puppy dog eyes.
"How did you know?"
Sasha froze her face in a smile, giggling.
"No idea! Good intuition—OW!"
I grinded my knuckles on top of her head, sneering with a laugh.
"Tell me now, nugget, or I will steal your lunch every day!"
"I give, I give!"
-x-x-x-
"Took you awhile," I smiled at Historia as she entered her apartment, not surprised or bothered I let myself in with the spare.
"I had to get groceries," she sighed, holding a large bag as I got up, relieving her from it.
"Is there anymore in the car?"
"Oh, no, dear God, no," she laughed, thankful, "I don't want to climb anymore stairs that I have to."
I nodded, walking into the kitchen and helping her put away the groceries, nervous.
"So…" I began and Historia slipped the last can into the cupboard, glancing at me.
"Hm?"
"I may or may not have…been thinking of you a lot," I cleared my throat, turning around to face her.
Historia blinked and then smiled, flattered as she tucked her hair back and gave me all her attention.
"I thought… a lot about us, too."
So I wasn't the only one daydreaming of what we did the last time.
"It's… it's nice to know someone is like that for me," she spoke, walking over and hugging me. I held her back, nuzzling my face near her ear and kissing her cheek.
"I…this is going to sound trashy," she exhaled, "but you've been making it hard for me to not get excited to see you again."
"Definitely not trashy," I chuckled as she pulled away to look up at me, correcting my messy hair, "I feel the same way."
"Oh…" she couldn't meet my eyes as her blush consumed her face.
"Ever since that night, Historia," my voice was low because I didn't want her to think it was easy to say—she made me feel so much that words felt too little, "I've been… thinking of us."
This time she glanced up at me and then at the empty grocery bags.
"I… I don't think I bought anything… you know, um… the things…for safe sex…" The more she talked the lower her voice went in embarrassment.
I felt myself stiffen as my cheeks burned.
I grabbed the box out of my pocket and slapped it on the counter.
Historia's eyes were glued to it as her eyes widened in realization that I had planned ahead.
"I already bought them…"
"O-Oh."
She stared.
"You bought…Magnums?"
I bit my cheek.
"Y-yeah."
"Oh." This time she seemed to radiate with a bit of pride.
I was relieved, because I felt bad for calling her small the first time.
Thank you, Sasha, hoping she'd somehow develop telekinesis and hear it. She really knew how to make someone feel special.
Who knew buying a certain brand of condoms would make someone so pleased.
"Um… I guess… we should take this…elsewhere?" Historia took the box, reading it the back and staring at the brand name.
"I mean," she finally sighed, worried, "do you think it'll fit at all, Ymir? I know that this brand is meant for… bigger things, but I'm not exactly big—"
"Historia," I gritted, stealing the box back and rushing around the counter and towards the bedroom, yelling over my shoulder, "you never sucked your own dick! You don't know how thick it really is!"
Now that made her shut up and race after me, scowling me before giving me an almost smug smile.
I didn't get too far before being tackled and dragged down onto the bed with blonde hair in my face and mouth and giggles flooding my ears.
"You're just trying to butter me up," Historia snickered, kissing my forehead and intertwining her legs into mine.
"Oh, I promise you," I finally whipped my head out of her locks, looking up at her, "you won't be the one buttered after this!"
"W—Ymir!" She laughed, disgusted at my reference but kissing my mouth quiet.
"Condoms sort of keep the bread from being buttered." She whispered, biting my bottom lip and kissing me deeper, trying to pull me under her influence.
"Yeah, yeah," I let her take me, surrendering into the sheets as she straddled my lap, kissing my cheek and lips.
Her hands found their way back to my chest and she felt them up like I didn't expect her to. I whimper slipped past my lips as she had the cheekiness to smirk against my cheek.
"H-Hey," I grumbled, trying to regain my cool kid points, "just because you asked Sasha about what feels nice…doesn't mean you're a sex Go—ahdd!"
Historia laughed, slapping my hip and possessively gripping it there.
"Sh." She told me and oh man—that controlling voice so didn't fit her, but goddamn it fit to my liking so fucking well.
She didn't even seem fazed that I figured out how she got her information. All she did was touch and kiss and bite me.
She was so much more different than the first time where she didn't know what to do. She was giving me pure confidence and dominance and it was making me hot.
"Let's take this off, okay?" She must've saw that I was just staring at her as she pulled away. Ever so lightly rocking her hips once before dragging her hands up my sides, tugging my shirt off with.
I lifted myself up and helped her pull it off, leaving me in—
"Wow," she smiled, fingers going over the center of the lacy bra. It was the only piece of lingerie I had in my whole wardrobe amongst the sport's bras and boxers.
"Is your favorite color red?" She asked, giggling, leaning forward and kissing me again.
With every brush of her lips, I fell deeper.
I was intoxicated with her touches and smell, knowing very well that we were going somewhere.
"I will take that as a yes," she nuzzled our noses together, "and it's a very good color on you."
Oh, I didn't need to be told that—my stomach rolled at the words, though—but I could tell it was a good color on me by how her jeans were getting a bit tighter.
I took a deep breathe.
I felt ready, hands lowering towards her jeans, but her smaller hands took mine, guiding them away, keeping them to myself as her hands went back to my chest, teasing me.
"Not yet," she whispered, kissing my nose, "let me feel you… you didn't exactly give me a chance to do that the other time."
She smiled at me and I couldn't help but return it.
"Someone cut that short," I retorted because I was losing my edge, feeling less and less in control the more her hands groped at me.
Historia shook her head, shushing me again with more kisses.
But, her hands were impatient as they began to finger the straps of my bra, slowly following them back to the clasp.
Idly, she toyed with it.
"Can I?"
I could feel my stupid breath choke in my throat.
"Y-yeah…"
I was ready, but anticipation was a bitch. Especially when Historia asked with those lidded blue eyes...
"Please, do." I tried to give her my classic smirk but it was faltering.
She chuckled, fiddling with the clasp longer than she should have until I felt it give and slacken.
"Are you comfortable with this, Ymir?" She asked, taking off the bra as she kissed my neck, biting it gently, but slowly building it up until I felt her sucks stinging the sensitive skin, knowing full well what she was doing to me— marking up her territory.
It sent chills down my spine to feel her be in control. I had never felt this before.
"Yeah, I'm just, you know…" I schooled my stutter as I tried to tell her how I felt without sounding like a complete loser.
I laced my fingers into her hair, rubbing the back of her head, holding her close to my neck, coaxing her to continue as I felt myself squirm.
She latched herself there as I felt tongue and teeth working on me. I barely could hold back a whimper when her teeth became merciless.
My hands went low, dragging up the back of her shirt, hoping she'd leave my neck a bit. It felt nice but it was rough, too.
"I just want to feel you," I shuddered, hearing my own weak whisper as she pulled away, trying to help me take off her shirt, but the angle was so awkward that all I ended up doing was getting her caught in her own shirt.
"...Ymir," she giggled, arms tangled up with the shirt bunched up around her head, "is this how you got all the girls?"
"Gets them every time." I joked as I finally got the damn thing off of her. I had saw them before but this time I was actually given the time to admire them instead of rushing to please her-God, I truly did love her.
"H-Historia..."
"What?" She asked, putting our clothes off to the side to find them later.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" She stopped what she was doing, concerned, and I felt so safe around her. I could tell by the way she looked into my eyes that was putting my comfort above everything else.
"N-No… it's not that… I just…really, really…"
She listened to me, waiting for my answer.
"Really…really…really…"
She raised her eyebrows when I smiled before giving me a sly look.
"Really, love you…"
She giggled, crawling on top of me again and kissing my cheek.
"I love you, too, goofball." Her hands were back at my chest, pinching my nipples as I squirmed, groaning and giving her a look—why was she stalling?
"Oh, wow," she breathily teased, eyes lidding, making her look seductive as fuck, "you're really hot when you're being good."
My hips bucked upwards, grazing her under her underwear as I shakily and sharply inhaled.
Sasha had never dominated me before. In fact, she didn't know this is what I liked—nobody did. Not even me until just fucking now.
How the fuck did she do that?
Her eyes shined impishly as she lightly rubbed against my sex, feeling how damp it was growing.
I could stand watching her anymore as my hand shot down between us, cupping her and gently stroking her. I saw the flash of pleasure on her face before she pulled away, taking my hand from her and kissing its palm.
"Not quite yet." She kissed my index finger before licking it and then enveloping it in her mouth.
It felt like someone dumped hot water down my whole body as I could only watch her tease me.
She let my finger go in and out of her mouth, sucking, daintily licking the tip and swirling her tongue around.
"Hi—Historia—"I wanted her to touch me, feel me, and bring me closer—anything but tease.
She popped me out of her mouth, but she—she fucking—I could only watch as a whine escaped my throat as she leisurely drew her tongue between my fingers, lapping away at the space between.
When she saw my reddened, helpless face, she must've felt sorry because she pulled away, giving me back my hand and rocked her hips into mine, pretending how it'd be here soon enough.
"How're you feeling?" She asked, bringing her mouth to my chest, nipping and licking at me.
"T-T-Truthfully?"
She paused, running her tongue over her lips.
"Yeah."
"I want you to fuck me so hard, Jesus Christ, Historia, I don't care how just do it." I covered my face with my hands, groaning.
"Just stop teasing and get to fucking."
Historia couldn't help but turn just as red as me as she nodded, clumsily getting off of me and sliding off her underwear. I watched her member lightly spring out as she grabbed the condom box, ripping it open unceremoniously and grabbing a packet.
Oh God.
I laid there, biting my lip, and trying to chill myself down.
I was getting so fucking desperate for her. I needed to get my act together.
I quietly counted in my head until I heard a curse.
"E-Everything okay?" I asked, glancing over to see the condom ripped.
"…was that your dick that did th—"
"No," she nervously laughed, "my finger nails."
"Oh," I joined her, awkward and tense as well, "at least…those aren't going up me?"
We both gave each other a relieved look that we were just as edgy as the other.
She threw the ruined condom away and opened another packet, grabbing it and trying to put it on, but—
"Kind of… uncomfortable…" she grimaced. I leaned over and saw she was putting it on wrong.
"Here," she gave me the wasted condom and I threw it away.
"At this rate, we'll go through the whole box," she sighed, feeling embarrassed.
"Nah," I smiled, crawling to the edge of the bed and grabbing another, tearing it open and plucking it out.
"Here," I motioned as she turned to face me, watching.
Just to help her, I leaned forward first, licking her shaft and then sucking on the tip for good measure. She immediately clutched the bed sheets, grunting as I put the condom on her in an easy roll.
"Y-You sure I'm your first…regarding this…?"
I laid back down on the bed, slowly pulling my underwear down to my knees and crossing my legs, watching as she leered between my legs.
"Sasha showed me how, once," I told her and she didn't need much more of an explanation as she came over, getting me to spread my legs as she took off my underwear, slowly, and then examining them, seeing how wet the inside of them were.
"Don't do that," I grumbled.
She put them down as asked and slipped between my legs, trying to kiss me, but she was so short that I had to meet her half-way, giving her small, passionate kisses.
"I never saw you this shy," she pointed out and I bit her bottom lip for it. She yelped but then snickered as I felt the tip of her brush against my folds. I released my hold on her lip as she pecked my disgruntled frown.
"Sorry," and she leaned away, glancing between my legs as she adjusted how she sat on her knees.
"Um," she was losing momentum the more she glanced between us, "I… I might actually…be very terrible at this…or maybe not…?"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, I might be terrible, too…but, it's an adventure, right?" I was barely able to hide the anxiety running up and down my spine.
She gave a hesitant nod.
Carefully, she lowered her hand, holding herself as she scooted closer, guiding herself where she needed to be. I wrapped my legs around her hips once I felt her insert the tip.
It was odd—but at the same time not all too different than a vibrator. Except it wasn't hot and that another person was right there.
"Are you okay?" She asked. I lifted my hips, bringing her all the way in as she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling territory she never ever did before.
Her hands clutched my sides, anchoring me to her as she slowly and firmly began to thrust into me, leaning a little, staring off in bliss.
But, unlike how I thought it'd turn out, I felt something—I felt her shift until my breath hitched.
Together, she made us feeling something as I began to go at her pace, moving my hips to her rhythm.
And I realized I wasn't as afraid anymore.
"…Historia…"
"Y-Ymir," she locked me into a kiss the moment I gave the room to. She made me feel warm and divine like molten glass.
She made me feel everything at once, and nothing was left to yearn.
My legs were wobbly and weak as they couldn't hold onto her anymore, too burnt in passion as they stomped on the bed, digging their heels into the mattress, trying to find leverage as we went faster.
I stomped and moaned until I fell over the edge.
The edge of her.