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In theory, you knew how things worked. Two people like each other and eventually they kiss, although that didn’t seem to be necessary as your sister had told you vividly. You still shuddered, thinking back to the latest story of Laura’s sexual innuendoes. You on the other hand, hadn’t even gone as far as kissing someone, although you were the older one. Taking matters into your own hands, you asked your best friend, Peter, to come over later that day.
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“You want me to what?", he asked incredulously upon your request. You could feel your face heat up from embarrassment. “I want you to teach me how to kiss.”, you stated nonchalantly, although your heartbeat told you, you were everything but nonchalant about this matter. Your heart was in your throat, beating rapidly.
Peter still looked at you, as if you had grown a second head. “Come on, Pete. I can’t stand another one of Laura’s stories, only to sit there wallowing in my inexperience. At least tell me how it is; how it feels like.”, you begged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out an exasperated sigh. He wasn’t exactly happy to show you how to kiss someone, mainly because he didn’t want you to kiss anyone else. Peter had known about his feelings for you for a few months now, never acting on them because he told himself, it would be better to keep you as his best friend, than ruining everything by confessing his dumb crush to you.
But he knew it wasn’t just a crush, no. He knew his feelings were deeper, albeit he wouldn’t admit it out loud. So when you came to him with this outrageous request he was bummed, to say the least.
“Fine.”, he answered curtly, glaring at you without malice. “Thank you!”, you squeal, charging forward from your position on your bed to wrap your arms tightly around his neck in gratitude. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sappy on me.”, he mumbled feigning annoyance, while pushing his nose into your hair before releasing you from the embrace.
Nervously, you shifted back to your prior, cross-legged position, facing Peter again. The brunette heaved a deep breath, looking rather uncomfortable before speaking up again.
“So… What exactly do you want to know?”, he asked carefully, sneaking glances at you, while you were lost in your thoughts.
“Well… How does one go about it? Is there a build-up? Like… I don’t know. Okay. Lemme rephrase. What was your first kiss like?”, you asked innocently, looking at him with doe eyes.
Peter swallowed hard, looking at your adorably innocent expression. Trying to force his heart to slow down, he tried thinking back to his first kiss.
“It was… awkward, to say the least. We both didn’t know what to do, where to put our hands. The first try was too enthusiastic, so we ended up bumping our foreheads together. So yeah. It was really, really awkward to be honest.”
You nodded along, taking in what he was telling you and trying to stifle your giggles. “Yeah, that sounds awkward. How is it now? When you kiss someone, what do you do now?” Curiosity got you in its grasp, long forgotten was the initial uncomfortableness. At least for you that was. Peter still shifted nervously in his stance.
“Nowadays, I simply go for it, I guess. I put one hand on her neck, with my thumb grazing her jaw. Depending on the intensity my other hand is probably in her hair or on her waist to keep her close. Um… Yeah.” He looked down on his lap, willing his racing heart to slow the fuck down. Surely, you were able to hear it by now.
You didn’t. You were in your own world, imagining what it would be like, but your imagination only got you so far.
“Show me.”, you stated bluntly, before noticing how that must have sounded to Peter. “Wait, I mean. You don’t have to kiss me, obviously.” Your nerves were on full display again, laughing breathlessly and averting your gaze. “Show me your approach, is what I wanted to say.”
Wide eyes were staring at you, incredulously. Peter felt his hands get clammy. Goosebumps spread over his skin just thinking about being that close to you.
Of course it wouldn’t be the first time he was that close. You hugged constantly, or tickled each other to tears, but this situation was completely different. It had nothing to do with banter between two best friends.
He gulped, noticing how he was still staring at you, and you were now staring back expectantly. With shallow breaths, clammy hands and his heart going a mile a minute, he leaned forward on his hands, doing a little hop to get closer to you.
Sitting directly in front of you now, the height difference made him look down slightly to meet your eyes. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing, before lifting his slightly shaking hand and placing it on your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw like he said earlier.
Your breath hitched at the skin on skin contact and your lips parted slightly. His other hand found the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place. With parted lips of his own, he leaned in closer to you, until the tip of his nose touched yours.
“That’s it.”, he whispered softly, slowly sitting back again, but his hands still stayed in place, as if they were glued to your skin. Your eyes flitted between his, already missing the close proximity.
He started withdrawing his hands and that is when you snapped. With one hand you grabbed his collar, the other found his neck and you pulled him back into you. You pressed your lips to his, screwing your eyes shut in the process.
He was surprised, to say the least, hesitating for only a second before his hands found their places again, pulling you even closer to him.
Your lips moved fervorously against his. The hand on his collar wandered to the nape of his neck, pulling yourself closer and closer to him, until you were chest to chest.
Peter’s tongue slipped out carefully, licking your bottom lip to ask for entrance, which you granted immediately. The kiss grew more passionate by the second; the hand in your hair tugging lightly to tilt your head to deepen it even more.
But then his hands let go of you. You thought, maybe, he had come to his senses and realized he actually didn’t want this, but a second later you could feel them on your waist, tugging at you; moving you up slightly to position you on his lap, effectively making you straddle his thighs.
Both of your hands were in his hair now, tugging and pushing rhythmically, making a low moan escape Peter’s lips. You didn’t know what had come over you, but you started moving your hips ever so slightly over his crotch.
Peter was the first to break the kiss, only to kiss down your jaw and to your neck, nipping and suckling the soft skin just beneath your ear. You gasped, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a moan.
“Don’t. Want to hear you.”, he breathed hastily, letting his hands slip under your shirt and placing one on your waist again, while the other stroked up and down your back.
You grasped his chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting his head up again, before planting another bruising kiss on his lips. This time, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it against his hungryly.
Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging impatiently and grazing his skin with your nails lightly. He moaned again, leaning back to get rid of the fabric, before tugging your own over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room.
Your crotch slid over his, eliciting a groan from Peter. He lifted you up to lay you down on your bed, hovering over you without breaking the kiss. With one arm he held himself up, while the other found your hair again, scraping your scalp with his nails.
His hips pressed against yours, making you buck your hips involuntarily to find some friction. Finally breaking the kiss, he moved back to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses from below your ear to your collarbone. He nipped at your skin, licking over the mark afterwards.
One hand on the back of his head pushed him closer, the other scratched over the muscles on his back, leaving red stripes between his shoulder blades. Peter moaned against your skin, making his way lower and lower, kissing the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, past your navel and stopping on your abdomen.
He hooked his fingers under the hem of your sweatpants and panties, before looking up to you. Noticing he stopped in his tracks, your eyes found his. Both panting from the sexual tension, you just nodded, a small smile playing on your lips.
“You sure?”, he asked sheepishly, a blush tinting his cheeks and ears. “We don’t have to do anything, you know.”, he added, rubbing his thumbs over your hip bones.
“I know.”, you smiled, biting your bottom lip. “I want to… if you want to.”, you whispered, your heart beating rapidly, almost bursting out of your chest.
A big, goofy grin spread across his lips. He jumped forward in a second to plant a quick kiss to your lips before reclaiming his previous position between your legs and carefully tugging down your sweatpants and panties in one go, discarding them beside your bed.
A mix of emotions took over your mind. Nervousness, anticipation, curiosity and giddiness. Your fingers had a deathgrip on the sheets below you and your eyes were screwed shut.
Peter brushed his palms over your thighs, feeling the nervousness radiating off of you. “If at any point you want to stop, I stop.”, he whispered softly, whereas you only nodded. One deep breath was all it took to calm his own nerves.
He pulled gently until your hips were level with the bed’s edge, hoisting your right leg over his shoulder and pushing the other to the side to spread them apart further. His left hand found your abdomen, holding you down. Gently, his tongue licked a stripe through your folds, ultimately stopping at your clit to start his ministrations.
A surprised gasp left your parted lips, goosebumps simultaneously erupting all over your body. One of your hands ended up in his hair, tugging ever so slightly to ground yourself, while the other still fisted your covers.
With gentle strokes Peter’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it in between licks. His lips encased your bundle of nerves, now sucking harshly and eliciting a deep, throaty moan from you.
“Peter…”, you breathed sensually, your grip on his hair tightening, pushing him closer to your core. A low chuckle left his lips; the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity through your whole body.
Slowly, his free hand crept up your inner thigh until his index finger stroked your entrance. He pushed the one finger in as gently as he could, afraid he might hurt you in the process. However the only sounds coming from you were of pure bliss and pleasure.
“Fuck…”, he mumbled lowly against your clit, before picking up his pace drastically, adding a second finger and scissoring them to strech your walls.
The sounds he pulled from you were straight up pornographic at this point.
“Fuck, Peter.”, you moaned, your knuckles going white from how hard you were fisting your sheets.
“I’m gonna… Oh god.”
You were getting louder and louder by the minute, breathy moans and throaty growls you just couldn’t hold back anymore escaping your gaped lips.
“Come for me, Sweetgirl.”, he demanded, pumping in and out of you relentlessly and hitting that sweet spot inside of you constantly.
With a deep moan and a loud “Fuck!” you came undone in front of him, the coil in your stomach snapping pleasurably. Panting heavily, your whole body jerked up as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you.
You pushed yourself onto your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, your juices glistening on his lips.
The hand in his hair gripped tighter, effectively pulling him on top of you to kiss him deeply. “Fuck, Peter. That was… That was-”
“Good, I hope.”, he grinned, panting just as much as you did, purely from arousal.
“More than good.”, you smiled bashfully, sitting up and pushing him onto the mattress.
“Let me return the favor?” Your fingers were already hooked under the hem of his pants and briefs, only waiting for his consent.
He looked at you with wide eyes, incredulous you were basically offering him a blow job.
“Y-You don’t have to, just because I did, Sweets.”, he stammered, his brain only slowly catching up to everything happening right now. He often daydreamed about such scenarios, never considering them to become reality.
“I want to, Pete.”
“Okay.”, Peter breathed shakily, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.
Leaning forward you pressed hot, open mouthed kisses just below his navel, traveling further down agonizingly slowly.
His whole torso tensed up in anticipation as you pulled his pants and briefs down. You palmed his erection, stroking his shaft slowly.
Your thumb swiped over the tip, distributing the precum over the head, before lowering your head over his cock, kissing the tip gently.
You could practically feel his breath hitch and get stuck in his throat, one of his hands flying to your hair, fisting a handful of strands tightly.
His mind was completely void of thoughts, anticipating your next move. He looked down at you, eyes hooded in lust.
That was your cue to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking his cock into your mouth languidly, while swirling your tongue around the head.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”, he moaned, throwing his head back, breathing heavily.
You hummed approvingly around his dick, sucking him in deeper and pressing your tongue to his underside. One hand rested on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth.
A feral growl escaped Peter’s mouth, prompting him to let his head fall back onto the pillow behind him. The hand in your hair guided you gently up and down his length, massaging your scalp in the process.
“Oh god…”, he drawled, his body tensing underneath your fingers.
“Stop, stop.”, he panted, making you stop dead in your tracks.
“Everything okay? Did I… Did I do something wrong?” The lack of experience made you insecure; you really didn’t want to hurt him or anything.
“No! No, I just… I won’t last if you keep doing that.”, he smiled sheepishly.
It was his turn to push you onto your back again, unclasping your bra in the process. Before he lowered himself onto you he got rid of the last clothes on his body. Meanwhile, you threw your now open bra across the room, laying completely bare in front of him.
Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, blood rushing in your ears.
Peter knelt between your legs, his gaze flitting over your naked body, taking you in and saving every image deep in his memories, before finding your eyes again. The look he got from you was still insecure, but also adoring, longing.
“You’re so beautiful.”, he breathed affectionately. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to yours again, cradling your face in one hand, while the other propped him up above you.
Heat crept to your face, making you hide behind your hands to escape his intense gaze.
“No, no, no, no. Don’t you dare hide that pretty face.”, he chastised, grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them above your head.
His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss, his length pressing against your thigh making you gasp.
“You sure, like really sure you want this? With me?” He had to make sure again. He didn’t want you to regret your first time someday, because you secretly wanted it to be with someone else.
Your palm found his cheek, tilting his head so he was looking into your eyes. “Yes. Only with you, Peter.”, you whispered, your eyes overflowing with anticipation, happiness and love.
“Fuck, okay. Maybe this is the wrong time, but I have to tell you something before this.”, he started nervously, averting his gaze and dropping his head to your collarbones.
Your hands found his hair again, carding through his locks in hopes of calming him down a little. “What is it, Pete?” You desperately tried to hide your nerves. Was he going to tell you, this was going to be a one time thing? That he would do it as your best friend or just in the heat of the moment? Your anxiety ridden brain couldn’t stop overthinking until he spoke up again.
“I love you… Sweets. I have for a long time now. And… And I don’t expect you to return anything, I… I just needed you to know, I’m not doing this just for the fun of it.”
You could feel his heart thumping against your chest, yours matching his pace. He loved you?
“Peter…”, you stammered, putting your hands against his cheeks to lift his head, so he would meet your eyes. Uncertainty and fear swam in his honey colored orbs, observing your face for any discomfort.
“I love you, too, Pete.” With that, you pressed your lips to his again, leaving no time for him to process your words immediately.
As they did finally process, his hands flew to your neck, pulling you impossibly close. Your arms snaked around his neck, not wanting to let go anytime soon.
“Oh, thank god.”, he whispered, kissing your neck gently. You giggled in response.
“You can’t just make such a dramatic pause before confessing, Sweets! Tryna give me a heart attack or something?”, he laughed, feigning offense, before kissing you again.
Giggling through the first seconds of the kiss, it soon became passionate again, both Peter’s and your hands roaming each other’s bodies. He gently pinched one of your nipples, making you moan as a response before bringing his head down and licking over it.
“You ready?”, he asked softly, looking at you with loving eyes. You nodded your head, biting your lip nervously.
“Tell me if it hurts.”, he whispered, positioning his tip at your entrance and pushing into you as slowly and carefully as he could manage. Your jaw hung slack, trying to get over the stinging sensation between your legs, until it turned into a warm, pleasurable feeling.
“You good?”
“Mhmm.”, you hummed contently, kissing his chin and grabbing his sides, signaling him to start moving.
He took in a shuddering breath before his hips rolled into yours slowly. You threw your head back, a long moan escaping you, as you screwed your eyes shut again, marveling at the feeling of him inside you.
His lips found your neck, nipping, kissing and licking at your soft skin, coaxing sensual sounds out of your parted lips.
His thrusts became quicker, reaching deeper and deeper and hitting your sweet spot again and again.
Peter’s grunts and moans overtook your senses, intoxicating you; making you lose yourself in that moment.
It didn’t take long until you felt the coil tightening again. You pressed your nails into his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, anything really, but to no avail.
“I-I’m so close, Peter.”, you moaned into his ear, prompting him to pick up his pace again, his hips snapping against yours fervorously.
“Come for me, Sweets. Need to feel you come on my cock.”, he whispered against your neck, biting you gently before licking the mark.
His lips found yours again, right as you tipped over the edge, clinging to him as if he was your lifeline.
Your back arched into him; one of his hands resting on the small of your back to press you closer to his body.
“Fuck, Sweets.”, he groaned, reaching his high close behind you, spilling into you.
You both were panting messes, Peter laying on top of you. His head rested in the crook of your neck, while still being inside you.
“That was amazing.”, you whispered against his hair, smiling from ear to ear.
He lifted his head, looking into your eyes and smiling just as wide as you did.
“I love you, Sweets. So much.”, he whispered back, planting an affectionate kiss to your lips before laying back down and tightening his arms around your middle.
“I love you, too, Peter.”