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The longer they lived together, the more their boundaries seemed to fade away. He saw her everyday whether it was in her pajamas or work clothes, with dark circles from stress or with eyeshadow from a night out. Even when she wasn’t there, she left traces of her presence from the misplaced jacket on the couch to the scent of her perfume lingering in the hallway.
It was a dream come true to share a home with his childhood friend, his first love, and the very girl who had stolen his heart all those years ago. Neuvillette, for the longest time, was content with just having her nearby— until he realized that every rose has its thorns.
Deep down his self-control was slowly chipping away, and with each fragment of restraint that disappeared, Neuvillette found it more and more difficult to keep his intrusive thoughts at bay. If only he could just sit a little closer, let his hand linger a bit longer… How far could he wade as he tested the waters? Would she be able to sense the true nature of his feelings: deep, unyielding love mixed with insatiable greed and lust?
Thankfully, he still had a conscience and a mind in which he could explore his personal fantasies in private. His thoughts may be perverted, but he knew better than to cross the line.
Until one day, one average and almost boring day, he snapped.
Furina had simply asked him to do her laundry while she was gone for the weekend. Well, he offered as she quickly rushed to pack at the last minute. She had done the same for him once before so this idea was not originally his. There was no harm in returning the favor.
And if he buried his face into her dirty clothes then so what? Nothing and no one was harmed. In fact, you could even say that he was only trying to assess their cleanliness level…
Neuvillette looked over the basket filled with her clothes from the past week. Most of it were work clothes in varying shades of her favorite color, blue, and accented with blacks and whites. Her taste was more on the elegant side, sometimes crossing over to cute; it was a preference that also applied to her loungewear and pajamas. They all felt quite expensive to the touch. It told him that Furina paid attention to such details in the craftsmanship even if she bought things on an impulse.
One by one, he placed each of her light-colored garments into the washer until he inevitably had to deal with the smaller pieces. They were the ones that he had been intentionally avoiding, namely her lingerie.
As much as Neuvillette knew that he should get through these quicker, he felt compelled to do the opposite. He stared at the pile, taking note of the lack of bras in her laundry. This was not very surprising for someone of her, um, size though there were unpadded negligees present. He noticed how thin they were and it made him wonder if he should give her a cozier set in the future. Or would it be too intrusive? Nevertheless, it would matter very little. She was always wearing a robe or a hoodie at home.
Neuvillette couldn’t help but swallow at the memory of her in an oversized hoodie, her bare legs giving the illusion that she wore nothing underneath. Yes, an illusion. He firmly believed that she wore a pair of tiny, tiny shorts whenever they’d watch a movie together. The fact that her laundry lacked a pair small enough to be hidden under a jacket was simply a coincidence; Furina likely brought it with her, or it accidentally fell into her overnight bag.
But on the chance that she was comfortable enough to wear just her underwear… then, he fantasized, what if she sat on his hand by accident? He stored that scenario away in his head for later activities.
Neuvillette decided to tip over the basket rather than handling the rest with his own hands. He mindlessly dumped out the rest of the clothes until he felt something catch on his pants. His hand grabbed it without thinking. Just as he was about to throw it in with the rest, he froze.
It was unassuming at a glance: white with a black design lined close to the scalloped edges, and, despite its simplicity, the texture was quite exquisite. He stretched it out in front of him with both of his hands hoping that it was something else, but the cloth was too small to be a negligee and too large to be a sock.
It was her underwear.
He should have dealt with it swiftly. It was only a piece of clothing that everyone had and wore. His relationship with Furina was close enough that simply touching her intimate garments would be no big deal, especially after he offered to return the favor before. Not once has she ever mentioned any discomfort with handling his own boxers or briefs.
However, the more he looked, the more images of Furina in nothing but the undergarment materialized in his mind. Would she simply let it drop to the floor or would she step out of it one leg at a time? What would the arch of her back look like as she slowly rolled it down, blue eyes peeking over her shoulder to look at him—
The image had his heart racing. All he needed to do was to throw it in the washer and start the load. It was such a simple task and yet…
There was no need to look down to know why his pants suddenly felt tight.
With shame thrown out the window, Neuvillette returned to his room with silk folded neatly in his hands. The rest of Furina’s clothes were left to spin in the washer.
***
Furina saw no harm in entering Neuvillette’s room while he was away. They were close enough where she could barge in even when it wasn’t urgent. Of course, she would always make sure that he was awake and not, um, preoccupied with certain things.
Once, during a lazy afternoon, she happened to stop herself just in time. Had she not heard the soft groan from behind the door, she may have ruined their friendship and any chances for her to confess.
That didn’t stop her from not moving away from the door, however. Well, if she moved then he might have heard her footsteps! She did not want to embarrass her dear friend. There was no shame in masturbating even for someone like Neuvillette.
In her fantasies, she liked to imagine that he kept such desires buried deep in his heart. His impeccable restraint would only snap under certain circumstances, just for her, and his personality would shift to darker than his usual self.
Strict and impartial, Neuvillette was often perceived as an incredibly formal, no-nonsense type of person, like a difficult professor or a lawyer who was more factual than empathetic. But she knew that he always felt deeply, he could just not show it or could show it. Furina fell for him because Neuvillette was more kind and patient than he could ever let on. It showed through his actions more often than his words but in her opinion, whenever it came to her, he always knew what to say.
So, what if he was a bit more assertive towards her instead? She wanted to see what would happen if cracks began to form over his decorous shell, threatening to expose the lecherous persona underneath. Would he still be able to control himself? Or would she be left to the mercy of his lewd ways?
But if he remained careful with her regardless, that was fine too.
He was quite lucky that she did not mind being subjected to the sounds coming from his room. If she were the Furina in her fantasies, she’d be in there in a flash.
This time, her roommate was away on an overnight trip and she was rather pent up and needy. She was slightly buzzed after some wine with dinner, making it somewhat difficult to climax on her own. What she needed was immersion.
Her fingers hesitated over the doorknob to Neuvillette’s room. With cheeks tinged with red, Furina almost reconsidered her actions in her moment of slight hesitation.
Just in and out, Furina. He’s gone for the weekend; no one’s going to barge in. There’ll be time to remove the evidence if necessary too!
The arousal that couldn’t be satiated for the past hour urged her to hurry. Sighing, she surrendered and slipped quietly into the room.
She slightly lit up the room with the dimmer on the wall. She sought for the comfort that the darkness could provide but realistically, she needed to see especially after closing the door behind her. It would be harder to leave the room looking untouched if she knocked something out of place…
As expected, the room was tidy and there were traces of Neuvillette’s personality everywhere. She noted the presence of the organized mess on his desk. He was a workaholic much like her, taking his work home and constantly studying to improve his skills. On his chair was the otter plush that she had gifted him, and to her delight it had been tucked in with a blanket and a book on its lap. Seeing how much it was cherished made her heart flutter like a teen realizing their first love… only she had been in love with Neuvillette since they were kids.
She then faced the bed. The navy blue sheets were pristine and almost wrinkle-free. If needed, there was a steamer in his closet, somewhere on the left side, but she had her own as well.
Furina almost turned around. Almost. After a short mental battle with rationality and morality, she crawled under the covers as if she were going to bed.
His familiar scent hit her like a gentle breeze, and she welcomed it with open arms. Her nose buried into his pillow first. As expected, his smell was potent there. It was not like body odor or deodorant, but something natural and so distinctly Neuvillette.
Like a cat rolling over catnip, Furina gleefully snuggled deeper into his bed. Everything smelled like him. The weight of the blankets and pillows made it feel as though he was hugging her with his much larger body. She imagined him wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, face nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder before he peppered kisses along her neck… And then…
After a long, tiring day, Neuvillette would fall fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He would fail to detect Furina who had snuck into his bed and currently had her fingers within her. Before she could escape, his unconscious body would sense her presence and cage her in his arms on instinct. At first he would hug her like a pillow, and then eventually he would begin to dream.
“Furina,” he would whisper right against her ear, startling her at first until she realized that he was simply talking in his sleep. But the fact that he said her name at all would distract her, preventing her from noticing the hands that would start to wander.
Furina bit her lip.
She tried to mimic the hands in her mind: one rested on her hip and another slowly found its way under her shirt. Her nipples hardened before she could even reach them, and when it did it stopped just a thumb’s width away. Furina, pretending to struggle, tried to move her torso in such a way where the fingers would brush over the sensitive bud, but she ultimately failed due to Neuvillette’s tight hold.
He cupped her the heat between her legs with his large palm, making her yelp. She was already wearing a rather skimpy pair, a thong, so the right movement could leave her completely exposed. Not only that but she could end up wetting his fingers with her abundant slick.
He would moan her name one more time before suddenly grabbing her breast in one hand and digging his fingers precisely on her entrance with the other. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remain silent. Furina whimpered his name as a plea to release her, but also to keep going. The latter won out.
Answering her prayers, even in his sleep, he pressed a finger in. Unfortunately they were caught by her panties, preventing them from going any further. It didn’t stop him, however, he grew increasingly frustrated as to why it stopped too soon.
Furina tried to help him by pulling the crotch to the side except he refused to let her go. He settled with recruiting another finger to force his way in. She could easily have done so given that she’s really in control and alone, but where was the fun in that? Her fingers threatened to tear the crotch as she frantically tried to reach her G spot. Meanwhile, her clit suffocated from the pull of the fabric over it. She rubbed her nipple at the same pace as well, pinching occasionally with the roughness of a man lost in his dreams.
Her back arched as if she was leaning back into Neuvillette’s chest, and her small breaths evolved into poorly suppressed moans. It struggled to string together a coherent word including Neuvillette’s name, but more importantly, she found it difficult to breathe.
At some point, he would wake but not realize it. He would first yank her panties out of the way then pull his own boxers down, reenacting his dream. By then, alarm bells would ring in Furina’s head and she would try to snap him out of his trance. No matter how hard she squirmed or called him to his senses, he would ignore her and proceed to raise her leg. She’d try to bargain once his bare cock brushed her entrance: Not all the way in! Promise you’ll pull out! Her words would fall onto deaf ears regardless of what she said, especially once the head pushed past her opening. With no other options left and his cock fully sheathed in, she could only beg him to be gentle and to have mercy on her poor body.
His thrusts would be lazy but deep and purposeful, hitting her womb directly and making her spasm each time. Furina needed three fingers to make it feel like he was inside of her, four just to go deep enough.
As he whispered her name over and over, Neuvillette would speed up and lose himself rather than wake up completely. No matter how much she tried to tell him to pull out, that it was an unsafe day and that they shouldn’t, he would ignore her and believe that he was only breeding her in his dreams. There was no escaping due to the sheer difference in strength he had over her, and he would use that to his advantage to keep her plugged with his cock.
She’d be locked in place once he came inside of her, babbling incoherent words as her fate became set in stone. Neuvillette, of course, would sense her distress, and attempt to comfort her with his words. While his fingers massaged the swell of where his cock protruded from, he would tell her not to worry, to hold still and accept him.
That was enough to make Furina clamp down on her fingers and fall off the edge. Her vision flashed white and for a moment she forgot where she was or even who she was. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t. If Neuvillette walked in now, she never would have noticed.
Her body was still shaking when she came down from her high. Amazingly enough, she was not fully satisfied just yet but she wasn’t in any rush to move either.
When she did pull her fingers out, she felt an obscene amount of wetness sticking to her thighs. It nearly sent her into a panic before she realized that it didn’t get anywhere else. If she had squirted on his sheets then it would definitely be noticeable unless she washed them right away. Neuvillette wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, but on the off chance that he came home in the morning then it was best to do it tonight.
Unfortunately, she realized that she did manage to drool onto his pillow. The small stain was enough to make her worry and sit upright.
She looked at the pillow, debating whether to leave it to air dry or flip it over. As she picked it up to have a closer look, however, she saw something hidden underneath.
Were her eyes deceiving her…?
Furina blinked once, twice, three times, and even rubbed her eyes. She reached out with uncertain fingers, picking up a familiar garment she never noticed had gone missing.
It was her underwear.
How—? Did she—? Or did he—?
Her first instinct was to assume it was her own mistake. That was more probable than…? Did it get left behind in the dryer and get stuck in his pillow cover? But the timelines of when she last wore it and when he washed his sheets didn’t quite line up, unless she misremembered. Furina nearly spiraled when she considered the scenario of her leaving it while she was too intoxicated to remember, but when was the last time she had drank into that state? Not for a year at least. What if she simply forgot the last time she snuck in? No, she… She wasn’t wearing this last time and she never took off anything completely.
Other scenarios played through her mind but none of them made more sense compared to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Neuvillette took it. On accident of course, because surely he wouldn’t do it on purpose! That simply wasn’t the type of man he was. Yes, he was capable of masturbating but this was something else entirely. He never took her flirtatious comments seriously. They had known each other for so long that he probably believed that it was part of her personality. There was a reason why her crush was one-sided!
So then… Why…?
Then, a rather daring thought crossed her mind. Once it did, she couldn’t help but delve deeper into it.
In order to commit such a thing, Neuvillette had to be at least slightly perverted. Then again, not even she would even think to do this and she was already…
Seriously, stealing something like this? I never expected this from you…
She knew that she was no better in the grand scheme of things, but the discovery felt somewhat comforting. If something were to happen, like him walking into her while she was “busy,” then he would have no right to judge.
Then would he accept her advances given what she knew now? She was torn between believing that Neuvillette would only do things with someone he liked and doing things regardless of who was involved. On one hand, he always kept others but her at a distance and had seemingly no interest in dating; on the other hand they lived together so she was convenient.
…No. Neuvillette was not like that. Despite the lack of evidence, her gut told her otherwise.
There was a flicker of hope in her heart. The chance of her feelings being requited was too enticing for her to pass up. It wasn’t a hundred percent certain but it made her a bit happy to know that he desired her in some way. Should she take the risk?
Looking down at her underwear, an idea popped into her mind.
***
The moon was already out by the time Neuvillette arrived home. When he stepped into his apartment, the first thing he noticed was Furina sleeping peacefully on their couch but seeing her made him instantly freeze on the spot.
As usual, she was adorable without even trying, but her cute face was not why he suddenly stood still on the foyer.
She was wearing one of her oversized hoodies, one that used to belong to him. It had hiked up far too high to be considered modest, ultimately revealing a sight so tempting that his mouth watered too quickly.
Try as he might, he could not tear his eyes away from the gentle curves of her body. It called for his attention, his touch, and his care. Furina, his lovely, innocent Furina, somehow managed to seduce him unknowingly in her sleep.
He also made a new discovery, answering a question that had always been floating in his mind: Furina did not wear shorts underneath after all. Or maybe she did and he just so happened to see her on the rare chance that she did not. She likely intended to shower before he returned but fell asleep before she could.
Still…
He could not stop himself from staring nonetheless. Although he had seen her in a swimsuit before, the sight of her in her casual underwear excited him even more. Her bikini covered even less than the underwear she wore at that moment, which looked similar to the one currently tucked under his pillow.
Of course, he did not think much of it. He was the type to own several identical pairs of briefs and boxers himself.
The sudden noise from the television disrupted his impure thoughts. Neuvillette immediately scanned the room for a blanket. He grabbed the blanket from the other end of the couch then promptly draped it over his sleeping friend. The movements of her snuggling under the sheet was enough to spook him back to his senses, giving him the chance to make a beeline to his room.
Despite his best efforts to maintain proper thoughts, the image of Furina splayed on the couch would not leave his mind. Not even a cold shower could stop his blood from rushing south to his half-hard member. What transpired earlier felt like a worse violation than the petty theft last weekend.
And speaking of that incident…
Throughout the past week, Neuvillette went through a series of extreme highs and lows. During the day he would feel shame and regret; at night, he couldn’t help but feel proud and devious for pulling off such a scheme. He thought that it was fine if Furina made no mention of a missing garment during the week, but after being exposed to him in such a vulnerable state, he could not help but feel remorseful for his recent conduct.
Tonight would be the last night, he declared to himself.
He mentally prepared himself for the eventual parting between him and his sacred cloth. It would be up to his future self to figure out a way to return it discretely. For now, he had a more pressing matter to attend to.
Neuvillette shut off his lights before crawling under his covers. His hand reached under his pillow to search for the defiled silk that was hidden away. It did not take long for his fingers to hook onto something soft except it was not quite what he expected, especially when he had done this for so many nights before.
Neuvillette paused. What his fingers touched felt rather unfamiliar. It was not like the cotton of his pillow case or bedsheet but something much more textured. For a moment he wondered if there was dirt that he forgot about, or maybe it was just the wrinkles of his bedding. Feeling for it again, he realized that it had an intentional pattern… almost like lace?
He pulled out the strange item from underneath his pillow. There wasn’t much he could see in the dark but he couldn’t recognize whatever it was at a glance. It was roughly the size of her underwear but he was certain that it didn’t have lace and was not this dark in color.
Did he… Did he accidentally steal another pair…?
Neuvillette’s hands frantically searched for the switch on his bedside lamp. His fingers fumbled in his haste, but eventually a soft light gently illuminated his surroundings. In his hands was something dark blue and lacy indeed, and he instantly recognized it as a pair of women’s underwear. To his horror, however, it was one that he had never seen before.
His heart skipped a beat. He was not one to be forgetful. Accidentally stealing another wasn’t an option, not with how careful he was with just one. Confident that he was not that careless, he tossed his pillows to the side.
Nothing.
He pulled back his blankets and shook them with the hope for something to fall out. Nothing. Even when he checked under his bed, he still found nothing.
His eyes fell back on the lacy underwear sitting on his bed. The way it almost blended in with the colors of his sheets felt as though it was mocking him. If it were a person, it would be laughing at his desperation. Without a doubt, they were not the pair he had before, and it was not a pair that he even recognized from doing her laundry prior.
Was I sleepwalking? How could I have pulled this off? Would… Would I be a danger to Furina…?
Neuvillette’s mind filled with various scenarios and explanations while his heart rate skyrocketed beyond its normal range. He sat there with his guilt and his consciousness scolding him until it felt too overwhelming to bear.
Did she find out?
Wait.
If she did find out, then why… Why would there be a different pair under his pillow, and at the same place where the other was?
He grabbed the pair on his bed and brought it to his nose. It smelled like her and not like the detergent that they shared.
Neuvillette sat there in silence until he remembered Furina’s appearance when he had arrived. Not only was she wearing his old hoodie, the underwear she was wearing was…
Of course. Someone who put that much thought into their clothes would likely purchase their intimates at a higher end store. That meant that she would not be the type to buy packs or duplicates. If she had to buy the same design then they would at least vary by color. The fact that he saw her wearing the same exact pair he had stolen told him everything he needed to know.
***
Furina felt as though she was a jellyfish drifting beneath the waves, light and powerless to the push and pull of the currents. Her body was almost weightless, lungs almost breathless, and yet she felt relaxed as she allowed herself to get carried wherever the world took her.
Then, she felt a pull. Rather than feeling like a sudden and rude awakening, it felt like a gentle hand guiding her back to consciousness. But out of nowhere, just as she was about to reach the end, it let go of her hand, leaving Furina to claw her way out of the abyss.
When she felt that all hope was lost, a different yet more familiar hand reached out for her again. She opened her palms once more only for the hand to move past her arms and grab her body.
It was gentle and warm—and familiar—so she saw no reason to struggle in its hold. Her body relaxed as it was expecting to be taken away, but it remained in place.
The hand moved around her. She could not see it but she could feel it. Actually, Furina could no longer see anything, not even the light she was reaching for in the beginning. The only sense that she could rely on was touch, and that was how she knew where the hand vaguely moved.
It seemed to observe her responses carefully, putting more pressure on the spots that made her back arch: her waist, beneath her armpits, and her inner thighs. They were just a few of her erogenous zones, places that made her feel hot the more they were fondled.
Furina panted lightly. There was a subtle tingle between her legs and somehow, the entity knew where to go. Sliding down from her hip, it reached from below to gain access to her heated core. She did not feel its touch directly; there was a barrier in the way. That did not stop its efforts though, and it settled for rubbing her from the other side.
Her dream became clearer after that. Instead of floating underwater, Furina found herself back on her couch at home. She was laying on her side, arms in front of her, and legs bent as if she were sitting down. Her eyes, feeling as though they’ve opened, saw the living room in the state she had last left it in, only it was much darker since the sun had set.
Ah, that’s right. I fell asleep waiting for Neuvillette to come home and…
Since her hands were not moving, who was touching her down there? It was Neuvillette, or so her mind concluded. For some reason, she was quick to accept it. She was even able to see what he would have looked like.
Furina glanced up and saw a familiar silhouette. It was Neuvillette gently illuminated by the light of the T.V. Her head was pillowed on his lap and her hand was actually holding his rather tightly. His other arm was stretched out towards her lower half.
It’s… him?!
She whined as his fingers drew away from her, but thankfully they returned to swiping between her moistened folds. With each little pant she gave him, Neuvillette pressed harder and harder until a finger was able to shallowly enter her.
Wait! What am I doing?!
No matter how hard she tried, she could not move. In fact, it felt as if she was seeing herself from an outsider’s perspective.
Furina had experienced sleep paralysis before, usually when something woke her up during a deep sleep cycle… or something like that. Her mind was a mess either way.
Neuvillette is…! I have to talk to him at least!
Oh, but her body was feeling too good. She really didn’t want to disrupt the things he was doing to her. Her body’s resolve only worsened when Neuvillette pushed her panties to the side and finally touched her directly.
“N-Neuv-villette…” she whimpered.
Suddenly, regained control of her body. Instead of pulling away, she rushed to chase her climax because she was already so, so close. Her face buried itself into the soft cotton of Neuvillette’s pants, not caring if she was drooling on it or not. Another finger pushed its way inside of her and her eyes rolled back.
His long, slender digits reached farther than she ever could with hers. They curled into her delicate, wet walls with increasing speed until her juices began to splash out of her with a squelch. The closer he coaxed her to her climax, the louder her voice became.
“Hng— Ah…!”
Her orgasm wracked through her body before she knew it. She couldn’t stop shaking. It was too much, everything was too much—
She woke up.
Furina woke up.
She didn’t believe it at first, but this time she knew that it was different. Her senses were clearer and her body responded properly to her wishes. Waking up from such a lucid dream was extremely disorienting to say the least, especially when she could still feel the imaginary touches her body received.
Unlike her dream, her legs were uncovered and exposed to the cold air of the room, but just like her dream, she was not alone.
She felt him before she saw him. Opening her eyes confirmed her suspicions. There, between her legs, moving his hips against hers, was Neuvillette.
He did not notice her at first, mostly because she did not dare move a muscle. Seeing him was shocking on its own. Trying to figure out what exactly he was doing there became her top priority.
She looked down at her hips and the sight took her breath away. For the first time ever, she saw his bare cock. It was completely hard and rubbed her folds from above her panties. Not only that, but it was dripping enough to have soaked her underwear through. Or was that from her? One hand held her thigh open, the other kept his member in place. She could hear him panting in tandem with his gentle thrusts. His self-control was apparent.
“Ngh…”
A moan slipped out before she could suppress it. She couldn’t help it. Not only was the sight obscene, but he rubbed against her clit so perfectly with each swipe.
It was enough for Neuvillette to freeze, then, his eyes locked onto hers. He had a surprised expression on his face but not as surprised as she expected. Funnily enough, the first thing that crossed her mind was how his flushed face looked adorable and soft despite its angular lines, especially his lips.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Furina was expecting him to break the silence yet he did not. She was not aware that Neuvillette was expecting her to push him off or yell at him or chastise him— anything that was a form of rejection or even punishment. Instead, she wiggled herself into a more comfortable position and even widened her legs.
His surprise turned to disbelief, and then into relief and acceptance. Neuvillette tried to play off his nerves—she could tell—and resumed with sliding his cock over her folds.
“Did you enter my room while I was away?” he asked her in the midst of it all, finally breaking the slight tension in the air.
Though he posed it as a question, it was more of a statement, an accusation. He knew.
Luckily, he wasn’t the only one who could do such a thing.
“Did you take something from me while I was away?” she countered cheekily while rocking up her hips with a smirk.
She knew as well. Her mirrored response was meant to be a lighthearted tease, but it also served as a confirmation.
Neuvillette did not speak for a while, allowing both of them to process what their mutual actions and reactions truly reflected. Rather than saying anything, he replied with his movements. His hips continued thrusting back and forth into his fisted hand and over her soaked folds.
Because he did not say anything, Furina decided to let the silence hang for a little while longer. She broke eye contact to focus on the devious act happening between them with her own perverse curiosity.
He let go of her thigh in order to yank her underwear to the side and marvel at her bare cunt twitching from the cold. Her face heated up in embarrassment while he watched her grow wetter under his lewd stare. Neuvillette grazed this thumb over her slick entrance, collecting her wetness there so that it could be spread across her folds. Next, he circled around her clit before pressing down on it hard, and just as one gasp slipped out, he did it again. Satisfied, he brought his own bare cock to nestle between her folds and rutted against her like before.
But oh. It felt… it felt different. He was warmer than she expected; everything felt wetter too. There was a constant stream of semi-clear fluid dripping from the head and Neuvillette seemed determined to spread it all over her skin. She could see the tight grip he had around his cock as well as the crotch of her panties— His intensity surprised her.
Surely, he would have noticed what she was wearing. It was her only pair of his color and design, but given how men often buy underwear in packs, she wasn’t sure if he knew it was the exact same pair. But he could have also removed them while she was still asleep, or pushed them off to the side like now. Was he waiting for her permission? It seemed rather pointless if that was where he drew the line given what he had already done…
He moaned as his eyes remained fixated on the view before him. Furina was starting to get restless; she wanted more. If she slightly moved her hips, maybe…
Neuvillette’s body shook hard. A loud and almost uncharacteristic moan ripped out of his throat. Her body went rigid, eyes nearly bulging out in shock, when she felt a sudden intrusion below. It disappeared before she could process it beyond the pleasure it brought. Looking down she had spotted Neuvillette pulling out the head of his cock from her core.
“Sorry,” he rasped out. “Furina, I’m sorry.”
What for? That was her first thought. Why would he ever need to apologize for anything when he never did anything he disliked?
“I didn’t—“ His cock nudged her entrance as if it had a mind of its own. “—I didn’t mean to.” He placed a palm between her legs to block his own attempts.
After humming at the warmth and pressure of his palm, Furina became remorseful for moving. But it felt… No, they shouldn’t. He was clearly on the cusp of losing control over his body.
But…
Lose control. Please, she begged internally, I want to feel it again! Just once more time, please—
Neuvillette pulled her panties back in place, however, he pressed at her entrance just like before. She looked at him expectedly, wondering if his stare was to seek permission. Instead of nodding, she pulled the bottom of her hoodie up higher for a clearer view, almost revealing her chest but not yet. That was enough— for now. There was a gleam in his eye as he peeked at the underside of her breast.
He teased her at first, letting her look as a preview of what’s to come. It started off shallow with his hand guiding him out just before he could go any further. Whenever he did so, it would slide upwards and stimulate her sensitive clit. Within a few passes he began to push harder, letting the head catch into the depression in her underwear “unintentionally.”
“Ngh— A-ah!” she cried out, eyes rolling back.
The head breached her entrance; she felt him go in. Her body trembled. The sensation overall was different and unique, but she still felt him.
Wait, did she technically lose her virginity earlier? It had to, right? Losing her virginity like that was… And then this…
Her body shuddered with his every attempt to venture deeper only to be held back by woven threads of silk. But the weave was very forgiving, allowing his cock to spear her with enough depth to make her head spin.
His hips drove into her as though he truly was fucking her. Was this how their first would be? If she was still a virgin before then there was no way she would be now.
They needed to stop. They had to. At this rate, she might not be able to stop him so that they could do it properly. She wanted to do things properly, feel him properly, but her resolve was dissolving at an alarming rate.
“Neu— Neuvillette! It’s… Mm!” she tried to warn him but her words had already failed her.
What would happen if Neuvillette came? She was curious… and worried of course! There was no reason why it couldn’t be both. She wondered whether his cum would seep through the fabric at a slow and steady flow, or would it force its way past the mesh and shoot out straight? Then there was the risk of her walls contracting to guide his seed into its destined path.
That would be too dangerous. Even an emergency pill could fail if her cycle wasn’t in the right stage. This wasn’t a fantasy where they could be as careless as they pleased.
Thankfully, there was only so far that silk could really stretch. The very object that was the catalyst for everything leading up to this point also became their saving grace. Neuvillette broke free with a sharp breath, as if he were breaking through the surface of the water for air. Furina as well was able to catch her breath and regain her rationality.
Neuvillette reached for something beside him on the couch. It was obvious what the box was, but what was more obvious was Neuvillette’s unsteady fingers as he attempted to open the small package. He failed a few times before finally succeeding with pulling out a roll of foil that was longer than she expected.
Hah, she had a silly thought. It wasn’t like they were supposed to use that all in one night. If they did though, then the amount of times…
Oh? Hold on. When did you buy that, Neuvillette?
The sight of Neuvillette preparing a condom, for some odd reason, caught her attention. Clumsy as he was, she could only find his attempts charming when compared to his boldness from before. There was also the implication of what he was about to do that caused her body to tingle in anticipation.
Her heart filled with glee— Finally! This is it! The road to get here was long and a tad unconventional, but Neuvillette liked her back.
…Or did he merely desire her body alone?
Everything went by so fast that she hadn’t considered it… Had she jumped to conclusions? The only thing anyone could conclude from his actions, starting from stealing her underwear, was that Neuvillette was a pervert who took advantage of her. Just because he had been nice to her all of this time didn’t mean that he liked her that way.
No, Neuvillette is not that type of person. Well he is indeed more perverted than I thought—and I’m really no better—but he’s surely the type who would only do these things with someone he likes!
She knew how sentimental he truly was given the way he treated his doll in his absence. With his looks, finding a one night stand would have been easy but he always kept a wall between himself and others. Not even her lighthearted compliments could shake his composure.
But he never pushed her away when she would grab his arm or put her legs over his lap. Perhaps that was simply the benefit of being his closest friend, or maybe…
Feelings of hope and doubt caused a storm to brew inside of her. It was too much to think about. She wasn’t about to sabotage this opportunity just because of her own insecurity. It’ll have to be dealt with later.
She flicked her head to the side seeking for a distraction. Her eyes landed on a brown paper bag on the coffee table that wasn’t there before. The receipt and logo stapled to the top told her it was food from their favorite restaurant. Judging from the size, it was enough for two. Next to it was a large covered drink from a smoothie shop that she liked but was often overcrowded. And then there was another box, a fancier one, from her favorite bakery that wasn’t near the other shop at all. Instead of a small cake or a macaron box, it was one of the larger boxes meant to store multiple types of sweets inside.
All of the containers had things that she liked.
Did he really go out of his way to get those… for me? Why…?
It wasn’t out of the norm for Neuvillette to buy her food either in addition to his own, if he happened to be in the area, or if it was a special occasion. But she had received a text of when he was arriving—hence her plans—so it was clear that he had originally intended to go straight home. The restaurant itself wasn’t even on the way back. And those sweets… Location aside, he got her multiple. He never got her an entire box out of concern for her health including special occasions. Was he intending to spoil her because…?
Her breath grew still.
When she finally faced Neuvillette again, he had just finished rolling the rubber down most of his length. The base was left uncovered, making her wonder if he truly bought the correct size or if he was just longer than average. It would be concerning if it didn’t fit after all…! Can’t let it tear halfway when neither of them would notice…
She caught sight of two opened foils next to him and an unraveled condom tucked into one. It threw her off. Did he mess up with the first one?
Furina was amused at the discovery. He was indeed a virgin—She just took his virginity, right?—and just like her, he was nervous. She watched as Neuvillette physically prepared himself with a few strokes, but his eyes told her that he was mentally preparing himself as well. He had lost some of the confidence from earlier, likely due to the embarrassment of taking so long, but his member was as erect as ever. To help, she placed her hands over his and guided them to a better place to hold. It snapped him out of whatever thoughts were plaguing him, being the reassurance he needed to continue.
His expression was painted with something that looked similar to awe but with a tinge of disbelief. He took one of her hands and peppered it with kisses trailing from her knuckles all the way around to her palm. Furina thought that he looked like a boy who desired more than her body; he looked consumed by love.
“We haven’t even kissed, and yet…” she blurted out.
She was still uncertain. She wanted to test the waters.
Neuvillette’s eyes widened and his lips flapped open and closed. A surge of unexpected bravery, or impatience, coursed through her body just then, giving her the courage to pull him down by the collar before guilt could have him. He had to let go so he could prop himself up and avoid crushing her.
“It’s okay, I remembered it just now myself,” she said right after.
His eyes flicked down to her lips. “Can I really…?”
“You sound… hesitant,” she pointed out.
“Please don’t misunderstand,” he said quickly. “If… If you will allow me—“
“Why wouldn’t I allow you? After everything we’ve already done?”
She could see the cogs turning in his head. Suddenly, he looked embarrassed. “This and that are different…” his words trailed off.
“In what way?” she continued to pry.
He hesitated. “The heart is… harder to reach than the body.” His brows pressed together. “I didn’t want to assume that you have given me more than what you were willing to give.”
Furina was speechless. So that was what he thought? He continued. “One is also more fragile than the other, and it cannot be satiated through comparatively simple means. I was willing to lend you my body, but I was unsure if you wanted more.” He shook his head. “I was too impulsive. I’m sorry.”
“You were willing to let me use you for such a thing?”
“Yes,” he told her. “For you and only you.”
She couldn’t help it. She kissed him once on his cheek and once just a breath away from his lips. “I want it,” she admitted. Now it was her turn to feel shy. “I want more than your body. And if you’re offering,” she placed a hand on his chest, “I want this too.”
He kissed her on the lips right then and there. There was adoration, enthusiasm, and desperation behind the way he absolutely refused to let her breathe. He pulled back suddenly, resting his forehead over hers as she tried to recover the air stolen from her lungs.
“You can have everything you want but,” he stared at her intensely, “may I have something in return?”
“I’ve already given you everything,” she said. “My heart has always been yours.”
“Always…?”
“It’s a bit embarrassing to say when exactly…” she pouted shyly.
Neuvillette kissed her nose. “It couldn’t be more embarrassing than mine: It was during our first field trip to the zoo. When you placed a bandage over my wound and I saw that it had my favorite character, I vowed that I would devote myself to you.”
Furina blinked. “Over such a thing…?”
“I was a child. However, such a silly reason became the start of my unwavering loyalty to you. I did everything I could to catch your attention and remain at your side, fearful that you might forget me if I didn’t.”
“Oh Neuvillette.” She tucked a hair behind his ear. “I would never. You’re an amazing friend, the best I could ever ask for, and you’ve carved such a large space in my heart that losing you means I’d no longer be myself.”
If eyes could sparkle, they would look like the ones in front of her right now. “I want to ravish you,” he blurted out.
“Oh my,” she giggled, “is that all you have to say?”
“It would be easier for me to express myself through my actions. Have you forgotten that words sometimes elude me?”
“Not always, at least not with me.”
“And my desires remain unchanged. I will have your body just as I will have your heart,” he reiterated to her. “Though I am curious as to when you’ve started to see me as more than just a friend.”
“I think mine’s more embarrassing than your story actually.”
“Oh?” He rubbed her lips to coax her into revealing her secret.
“…I actually begged my mother for those bandages,” she revealed timidly. “But enough reminiscing! I’ve been patient long enough.”
“I’m rather curious to hear more actually…”
“I’ll tell you the rest later!”
“I look forward to hearing it…”
His mouth tasted sweet and addictive as he kissed her once again. Their mutual confessions made his drool taste like honey, and Furina, a connoisseur of sweets, knew that she would never tire of it.
Their lips parted eventually, and Neuvillette sat up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Now that he no longer had any lingering doubts, his actions became confident like before when he was overcome with lust. He pushed her panties aside. It had dried a bit during their conversation but it was well worth it in the end.
“You seem intent on not removing them,” she teased him. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Are these the same ones?” he asked to evade her accusation.
“Yes. I cleaned them of course. The other… That one’s still fresh as of today.”
In his eyes was a glint of satisfaction. He tried not to show it but he was very clearly pleased. “Then I shall keep it safe for now,” he promised.
The two joined together for another kiss, this time much slower and more patient than the last. Neuvillette's fingers trailed down her body before slipping into her slick warmth. She moaned into his mouth when they curled inside. The little noises she made only fueled him on and after coating her folds once again with her juices, he pulled away and gripped his aching cock.
Instead of sheathing himself in, Neuvillette teased her entrance. It was just like before when he had rubbed himself on her panties, only now the barrier was on him instead. He prevented his cock from sinking too far in with a tight fist wrapped around his cock, however every three thrusts he would go a bit further, much to her impatience.
Furina allowed him to continue anyway. For now she hiked up one edge of her hoodie, finally revealing one of her breasts for him to see. His hands seemed busy so she took it upon herself to touch them herself. She demonstrated how soft it was with a firm squeeze. Although it was smaller than it appeared, there was enough for her fingers to sink into. Next were her rosy nipples which were erect and sensitive to the touch. She only needed to graze it to let out the softest of moans. The stutter in Neuvillette’s hips told her that he very much enjoyed her little showcase before him. As a reward, he let his cock slip in.
“O-oh!” Furina gasped out loud. She grasped her breast tightly from the shock; her other hand buried itself into the blanket beneath her.
Neuvillette didn’t give her another inch; he wanted to watch her face first. She noticed it, and noticed that he paused in order to watch her. It made her feel self-conscious so she twisted her face away.
“Neuvi—lette!” He suddenly shoved his hips forward, filling her up in one smooth thrust. Her eyes rolled back, spine arching into a perfect curve, and her mouth let out a choked out cry. “O-oh! Hng…!”
He ran a hand over the swell that appeared above her womb and moved whenever he moved. The sight made him groan; he had to press down.
Furina’s reaction was instantaneous and beautiful to watch. She raised her hips into his thumb, stubborn to feel more of it. He obliged and massaged his cock through her flesh and in return, she gave him the loveliest cries he had ever heard.
He wanted to capture this moment forever. If he could, he would have filmed her.
As mesmerizing as the sight before him was, she had not yet taken all of him in. Hm, but if there was no room then he’d have to force his way inside somehow. He was determined to feel his hips flush against hers no matter what.
“Ah, hah…” she panted.
Neuvillette groaned. “Just a little more…”
More?
He shifted both of their positions so he could reach her cervix only to realize that it was already there. Furina’s eyes rolled back; her breaths turned broken and shaky. Still believing in her body, he continued to push in.
Her walls stretched further to accept him, making her eyes water with pleasure. He stopped to kiss the trail left behind by a lone tear, then captured her lips for a passionate kiss.
Years of mutual longing and lust poured through. Furina matched his energy, nipping at his lip and battling his tongue for dominance. He swallowed her moans, determined to not pull away even as it became hard to breathe. It only made her pull him closer. Like she said, she wanted everything.
He even swallowed her cry the moment he slammed his hips and finally buried himself to the hilt. More noises erupted from Furina’s throat, each sounding more depraved than the last. Neuvillette was not silent either. He was even louder than her, moaning so much until he had to be the one to pull away first.
His forehead dropped onto hers but she could still see the way his face contorted into pleasure. It looked as if he were in pain, but he was really just trying to hold himself back. She found it hot regardless.
“Ah… Furina…” he moaned breathlessly, pulling out slowly only to sink inch by delicious inch back inside.
He filled her so well that she could feel him throbbing inside of her. Even with protection, she could feel everything including his warmth.
“Ah!” She was caught off guard by the sudden speed of his heavy hips meeting hers. “Yes! Right there…!!”
Neuvillette kissed the tear that had formed on her left eye, missing the one on the right and allowing it to roll down her face. As gentle as his kiss was, she could feel him practically punching the air out of her lungs. He wasn’t the most well built man out there, but his thrusts felt so strong. At this rate, she might break.
“Are— Are you okay?” he worriedly asked her. Despite that, he did not hold back.
She nodded and held him tighter. “J-just it’s so big…”
Bewildered by her response, Neuvillette was at a loss for what to say. It made him pause his thrusts.
“But I’m fine! You can keep going,” she told him.
“Are you sure?”
“Mm-hm.” She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes and face flushed from ecstasy. “I like it when you handle me like that.”
Neuvillette groaned upon hearing her words. He resumed thrusting with all his might, enough to shake the couch the two of them had splurged on. Given that they had separate beds, it incidentally became the perfect spot for them to join together for the first time.
His movements were still uneven and inconsistent thanks to his inexperience, but Furina didn’t care. She could feel his love with the way he held her and made her feel so good, so much so that any discomfort had faded away.
“Ah, Furina,“ he moaned into her ear. “Furina. Furina…“
But his jerky movements were not just from his lack of experience, but because Neuvillette was already close. He tried to hold himself back, but once in a while his control would slip and he would slam against her cervix without thinking.
His efforts were fruitless when his pace turned hurried and desperate; her body shook from his thrusts. With a long, broken cry, Neuvillette’s body convulsed repeatedly as he finally came.
And what a beautiful sight it was, so much so that Furina couldn’t look away. His eyes became glassy and unfocused, his jaw went slack. The sight sent a shock to her core, making her walls flutter around his cock and pulling her into her own climax.
She felt him fill the condom slowly with every pulse of his cock. The fact that there was a barrier didn’t stop her from feeling the new warmth, nor did it stop her from trying to milk him for all he was worth. They held each other tightly with Furina digging her nails into Neuvillette’s back to secure them together.
After some time had passed, their bodies began to relax into each other. Furina’s fingers uncurled and splayed across Neuvillette’s back, rubbing it slowly to guide his soul back to earth. Once it did, he gave her a brief kiss and sat up.
She gasped when the swollen condom finally slipped out. The sight of it caught her attention. It was fuller than she had expected, though that was likely why she felt it when it left.
That much… It’s good that we weren’t reckless.
“We’re not done,” Neuvillette declared, voice heavy from exertion. It was probably not his intention, but his words sounded more like a command than a promise.
If she wasn’t already trembling, she would have done so out of sheer excitement. Her body was eager for another round despite still feeling traces of the last. Not long after they had both reached their peak, Neuvillette was already rolling down another condom over his hardness. He succeeded on the first try this time around.
Once he was ready, he reached forward and tugged at her underwear. “Do you want to take this off?” he asked.
She giggled at his suggestion. “Oh? Wanting to part with it so soon?”
His eyes had darkened with desire. “I only wish to see all of you bare before me,” he divulged to her. “Given that you allow it, of course.”
The corner of her eyes wrinkled from her grin. “Then let me.”
Though her legs were still weak, Furina climbed off the couch and took off her hoodie. She wasn’t thinking much of it until she saw how bewitched Neuvillette was with her chest.
Tsk, what a wasted opportunity, though I’m sure that there’ll be more to come, she sighed to herself. But, if he wants a show, then who am I to deny him? She stepped right in front of him, blocking his view of the television.
Her movements were slow and sensual as she turned around and brushed her hair over her shoulders. She made sure to stretch her elbows up and outward for a dramatic effect, allowing the light from behind her to create an alluring silhouette of her body. With the same slowness as before, her fingers dragged across her sides, inching down to her hips until they slipped under her waistband. Looking over her shoulder, she bent forward, gingerly sliding off her panties down her smooth thighs.
She allowed Neuvillette to take in all that she had to offer; everything he saw would be his to touch, taste, and take from now on. It rendered him speechless. The tantalizing sway of her hips only captivated him further; he had to grip his cock to prevent himself from wasting a condom.
Even though her underwear was already on the floor, she remained bent over with hands firmly planted on top of their coffee table.
“I took everything off,” she told him. Her eyes glanced down to his covered legs. “Shouldn’t you as well?”
Neuvillette had never undressed faster in his life.
***
They lay there in bed panting, sticky, and sweaty, from their last round of intercourse. The once pristine blue sheets that covered Furina’s bed had become soiled with their various fluids, packets of foil and tied rubber were left strewn about and forgotten between the folds. It was a mess. Thankfully, all they needed were the shared warmth of their bodies and a thin blanket to retain the heat.
They had paused for dinner after their second round, quickly did a third before a shower, then involved her thighs for the fourth thanks to his impatience. He was tempted to take her in the hallway as well but they had to set it aside for the future; Furina was too excited to introduce him to a few toys that they could recruit over the course of the night.
Somewhere in between, they notified their respective jobs of an illness that never let up over the weekend. They didn’t check if it was approved until hours later when they inevitably needed a break.
Now, day was about to break and the two of them were finally succumbing to sleep. It was sheer coincidence that their bodies finally gave in once the last of their protection was disposed of. Neuvillette wanted to stay awake just to feel Furina by his side, but he had promised her brunch with a view overlooking the sea. Hopefully her legs would work by then but if not, he was willing to carry her as long as they could proceed with their first date.
He closed his eyes and sighed in content. This outing would be unlike the others: it wouldn’t be as friends or for errands. He would be able to hold her hand, kiss her, and officially call her his lover. If anyone showed interest in Furina, he’d be able to proudly claim that she was taken rather than hold himself back out of respect.
He made a quick note to remember the markings on their necks for later, especially Furina’s. Since his mind was no longer riddled with lust, Neuvillette remembered that they still had to maintain a reasonable amount of propriety.
His immeasurable happiness made him too restless to sleep despite his exhaustion. He let his mind wander to the details of their date in the meantime, and then to potential ideas for the next. Before sleep finally pulled him under, he wondered at which date would be most appropriate to present a ring.
***
“This one’s cuter but this one feels more comfortable,” Furina said. “What do you think, Neuvillette?”
“Why not both?” her boyfriend answered.
“True, I don’t see why not. It’s probably better to have spares just in case you rip another too.”
Neuvillette’s head whipped around the store for any eavesdroppers lurking nearby. Thankfully, despite it being a Saturday, there were only a few customers browsing the lingerie store. The closest was still a reasonable distance away.
“If I recall correctly, you were the one who made the suggestion,” he reminded her with a lowered voice.
“And knowing how you are, you’ll likely want to do it again,” she giggled.
She was not wrong. “I shall buy both,” he huffed, quickly putting both of the panties into their basket. “Is there anything else that you would like to look at?”
She took his hand into hers, smiling as she began to lead the way. “Hm… What do you think about garters?”