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Exploration	By : Vanilla_Candle Category: +A through F > Dark Cloud Views: 1107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Exploration"
Author's Note: This idea wouldn't leave me alone, so I finally wrote it down. This takes place 'off-camera' in an on-going story I posted on Fanfiction.net. The story is called "Inventing the Future" if anyone's interested in reading it, and this takes place just after Chapter 18. I hope you like it!

   "Well..." Jaming turned on his desk lamp and nervously scratched the back of his head, his light blue hand half burying itself in his dark blue hair. "Here we are."

   "Here we are..." echoed Meredith, not sounding quite so confident of her intentions now that things had moved forward.

   Jaming caught the note of hesitation in her voice, but when she turned to face him he could see by the flush of her cheeks that hesitation didn't exactly mean a lack of interest. He swallowed hard, his heart thundering in his chest.

   The possibility of being spotted on their way to his treehouse, the climb up the ladder, and his own nervousness had caused his erection to subside a bit, and he could certainly understand how desire and fear could mix so easily. Unless she had lied to him, and he didn't think that she had, they were both virgins. This was exciting, and more than a little bit frightening.

   As the silence became awkward, Jaming slowly approached her and tucked a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear. "Meredith...we're here, but you...we don't have to if you're not--"

   Meredith smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. This was a bit of a role reversal from just a few minutes ago when she reassured him in his garage that she had no expectations. "I want to, Jaming. I've wanted this for quite a while. I'm just not sure how to begin."

   He laughed softly, feeling some of his tension ebb as he realized that the playing field really was more even than he had thought. "That makes two of us. Well! Would you, uh, like to sit down?" He indicated his bed, then winced. Smooth...real smooth! "I mean..."

   Meredith gently put her hand to his mouth, and he grew quiet once more. He felt the urge to kiss her, and he knew that he never could. Kissing her would always be impossible; his jagged teeth and inability to fully close his mouth saw to that. Not for the first time, and probably not for the last, he wished that he was normal. For some reason, though, his unusual dentition didn't seem to deter her in the slightest.

   "Let's just take our time, and see what happens," she said, pressing her lips against his cheek, keeping them there for a few moments as if to make sure he would accept this, then slowly kissing her way down to his neck.

   Jaming's breath quickened, and he tilted his head to give her better access. His hands cupped the backs of her shoulders, then wandered down to the small of her back, stopping just short of her backside. He felt her press against him, and he knew that she could feel how hard he was. Instead of pulling back and trying to hide his arousal from her, he pressed forward in a motion that was mostly involuntary. This felt good!

   He was never quite sure afterwards how it happened, but there was a slight thump that jolted them both, and he realized that he had maneuvered her back against the wall. "Oh! Heh...sorry. Did you hit your head?"

   Meredith was laughing, and she pressed her forehead against his chest. Somehow, while she was kissing his neck, she had managed to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt without him noticing, and the puff of her warm breath on his exposed flesh felt delightful. His member strained against the confines of his trousers, and there was even a bit of moisture there. His analytical mind supplied the word 'pre-ejaculate', and the part of his mind that was clouded with lust told it to shut up.

   She looked down at the bulge in his pants, and said a bit playfully, "I think he wants to come out and say hello."

   "Indeed," He smirked, touching the next button of his shirt and scolding her with equal playfulness. "You sneaky little thing..."

   "I am," she agreed, kissing his collarbone before touching the strap of her tie-dyed blue tank top. "but I suppose fair is fair..."

   Jaming's throat made a soft clicking sound as he gulped, unable to look away as she traced her finger along the neckline of her shirt, clearly inviting him to look at her. She was teasing him!

   "Do you want me to take it off?"

   "I think you know the answer to that," He grinned wolfishly and gripped her shirttail between his thumb and forefinger, but made no move to lift it. She wasn't the only one who could be coy! "Unless you want me to do it."

   In response, she unbuttoned the next button. Jaming could now see the outlines of her nipples through her shirt. He knew she was wearing a bra; he had felt the strap when he had touched her back. He was rewarded with a soft moan when he brushed one of the hard little nubs with his thumb. She undid one more of his buttons. Two more to go. Her hands were shaking a little.

   Jaming gently moved her hands away from his shirt and bent his head to whisper in her ear. "I would like to try something."

   He would never be able to kiss her, that was true, but it occurred to him that there were other things he could do with his mouth to bring her pleasure. Receiving a nod, he lowered his head to her cleavage and whispered, "Does this feel good?"

   Slowly he plunged his warm, moist tongue into the crevice between her breasts, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin.

   She gasped, her hands slipping free of his only to gently hold his head there. "Y-yeah..."

   "You taste good," he said, then moved to her right nipple and swirled his tongue around it over her clothing before using the tip to lightly flick it. She arched into his touch, gasping again, and he smiled against her breast. She really was enjoying this! For someone who didn't really know what he was doing, he seemed to be doing okay so far. But he wanted more. He moved on to left nipple, and did the same thing before pulling back. "I'd like to see you. May I?"

   Meredith nodded, raising her arms so that he could remove her shirt more easily. He paused after he had done so, admiring her body in a way that he hadn't been able to up until this moment, then draped her shirt over the back of his desk chair. It was only when he tried to unhook her pale blue, lacy bra that he ran into a bit of a snag, quite literally. Seeing his dilemma, Meredith smiled apologetically and reached behind her back, unhooking the garment. "One of a woman's curses, I'm afraid; having to wear these complicated things because society says so."

   "I wouldn't mind if you didn't," he smirked, wondering why she hadn't actually removed the bra after unhooking it.

   "I'm so used to it by now that it would feel weird if I didn't," she shrugged, the motion doing interesting things to her breasts now that the weren't so tightly bound. She then took his hands and placed them on her chest.

   Ah, now he understood. She had unhooked it for him, but she was letting him remove it himself, like he had wanted to in the first place. After looking up at her for confirmation and receiving a nod, Jaming removed the garment and set it aside. He no longer cared about the bra; her bare breasts–a C cup, if he had to make a guess, but he had no real way of knowing for sure–were the focus of his attention now. The small areolae were a light, pinkish-tan color, and the nipples looked every bit as hard as they had felt when he had put his mouth on them.

   'Are they, though?' he thought, though he knew full well what the answer was. 'Maybe I should double check.'

   "Beautiful..." he whispered before resuming his previous activity, enjoying it more now that the annoying fabric texture was gone, leaving only clean, silky skin for him to lick.

   "Ah!" she cried out softly as his eager tongue caressed the sensitive skin, lightly swirling with excruciating slowness around each nipple, and every now and then brushing them directly. He even gave a light, experimental nip, just to see if she would like that. It didn't hurt at all, and her eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets as she panted softly. "Are you...sure you...never did this before?"

   "Uh-huh," he answered with a touch of pride. She hadn't even stroked him yet, but his ego sure was receiving a lot of love!

   Jaming wasn't simply doing this to get a thrill, though. Of course, he was enjoying himself immensely, but that was sort of the problem. He knew that when he finally entered her, it was likely to cause her pain. He didn't want that, but he knew it was unavoidable, and he wanted to make this as pleasurable for her as possible. To say nothing about his own state of arousal! He knew that he probably wouldn't last very long this first time. He wanted to bring her to completion, or as close to it as he could before they got right down to it.

   Finally, she drew in a sharp breath and bucked her hips twice, making him wonder if she had actually reached a climax from this. She stopped him and asked breathlessly, "Is it the same for you?"

   "Huh?" He fought to think through his haze of arousal, then he realized what she was talking about. "Oh, mine, you mean? Hm...I really don't know. I've never...well..."

   "Touched them?"

   "It just never occurred to me. At the moment, though...no matter where you touched me, it would probably feel good..." he shrugged, suddenly shy once more.

   "Well, let's see..." Meredith undid the last two buttons of his shirt, and slipped her hands between the fabric and his skin. She was as slow and tentative as he had been with her at first, placing her palms on him and sliding them up his flat stomach, lingering on his chest as she felt his nipples, smaller than hers but no less hard, then moving up to his shoulders to part his shirt like a curtain.

   And she looked at his chest, much as he had done with her. The difference in color between his nipples and the rest of his skin was far more pronounced on him than it was on her. Most of his skin was a light, sky-blue color. However, the small, coin-sized patches of skin on his chest were very dark, almost indigo. And, although she didn't know it, he was much the same below the belt, though not quite as dark.

   He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she did this, then closed his eyes with a contented sigh when she began to 'return the favor'. It did feel nice, he had to admit that much. It worried him at first that he didn't seem to have as strong a reaction to it as she did, but he knew from different things he had read that there was a lot of variation when it came to what people found enjoyable. It didn't so much bring him pleasure as it made him want. Then he actually felt his erection twitch when she lightly bit his nipple, and just as he was beginning to get some real pleasure out of it, Meredith stopped and kissed the corner of his mouth.

   "I love you," she murmured, hugging his body against hers, her soft breasts pressing against his lean pecs, without a stitch of clothing between them above the waist. "So much."

   He felt his heart swell with emotion and he nuzzled her hair before whispering in her ear. "I never thought I could love anyone this much."

   Then Meredith giggled throatily by his ear. "You know, you've been 'poking' me for quite a while now."

   Jaming felt her fingertips lightly graze the tent of fabric that had formed between his thighs, and he actually jerked his hips away from the sensation. Did she have any idea how close he had just come to finishing in his pants? "W-wait..."

   She took back her hand. "What's the matter?"

   He looked away, ashamed. "I'm...well..." He couldn't say it, and was relieved when comprehension dawned on her face and he saw that he didn't have to. "I want to make sure you...before we..."

   Meredith chuckled and shook her head. "I already did. It happened when you were playing with my nipples. I didn't even think that was possible, to be honest."

   Jaming raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Ah, I wondered if that's what that was. Why didn't you tell me?"

   She kissed him again. "I'll tell you next time. Let me take care of you now."

   If she meant what he thought she meant...

   She did.

   Jaming didn't object as she began to unbuckle his belt, but he did put his hands over hers before she could unbutton his pants. "Meredith..."

   She smiled, trying to hide her disappointment at what she thought he was going to say. If he was going to tell her no, that would feel like a rejection. However, if that was the case, she would respect that and stop what she was about to do. "It's okay. Even now, we don't have to."

   But Jaming shook his head. "No, no...it isn't that. But aside from when I was a baby, no one has ever seen me naked. I want this. I do. I just...I mean, I'm not circumcised, for one thing. I read something about many women preferring–"

   Meredith put her hand to his mouth again, not quite covering it, and he grew quiet. "Book smarts only go so far, Jaming. It's okay...I don't care about that. How can it be wrong to have a natural penis? Besides, I'm nervous, too. I'm pretty sure that's normal."

   Jaming nodded thoughtfully, then he began to unbutton his pants himself. He hesitated again, and cleared his throat. "Just...don't touch me there yet, all right? I'm still too close."

   She nodded, understanding. "Okay. Should I...um..." She indicated her blue capri pants, and he smiled, evidently liking that idea.

   "If you like."

   Instead, though, Meredith watched as he undid the three buttons on his pants. All this hesitation and chit-chat had her more curious than ever about what he was packing, and she was surprised to see that he wore boxer shorts. She would have pegged him for a briefs man!

   And then the rush of heat she felt between her legs nearly made her go weak in the knees. The 'fly' at the front of his shorts apparently wasn't the kind that closed with a button, and the last inch or so of his manhood had somehow worked its way through the opening and was now in plain sight. As he had said, he was uncut; the foreskin had rolled back part of the way, and the head was moist and nearly purple.

   He stepped out of his pants, then pulled off his shorts and tossed them into the laundry hamper, standing with his back to her for a moment. Belatedly, he realized that he was still wearing his shoes and socks, and he quickly removed those and dropped them by the bed. He had thought that it would be easier for him to put his self-consciousness away once he had shed all of his clothing and she saw him as he was, but this was still so new to him. He heard rustling behind him, and realized that Meredith was disrobing as well. This made him feel better, because now he wouldn't be the only one standing there, exposed. Then, silence.

   Jaming turned to face her, and saw that she had her hands folded in front of her. She was covering herself, and he wasn't. He smiled reassuringly at her, nodding, feeling more at ease now, and even a bit protective of her as he saw that her insecurity mirrored his own. He stood with his arms at his sides, allowing her to look at him. His body language invited her to look. He watched her even as she observed him.
     Aside from the shade of his skin, his body was completely normal. Average, even. His dick was a nice size, but it wasn't huge, and it stood straight up so that the tip nearly touched his belly button (an outie, she noticed). There was a slight, upward curve to it as well. His balls were drawn up close to his body in his highly aroused state, and Meredith was a little surprised to see that his erection twitched minutely in time with his heartbeat. He didn't really have any chest or armpit hair to speak of, but he did have pubic hair, which was sparse and the same shade of blue as the hair on his head.

   Gradually, Meredith lowered her hands and let him satisfy his own curiosity. He saw that she kept her own pubic hair neatly trimmed, probably in order to wear a bathing suit. Her body was well-proportioned, marred only by a small, L-shaped scar on the outer curve of her right thigh. He would have to ask her about that later on. She put her hands on her hips and adopted a hip-shot way of standing. Her saucy grin was back. He returned her smile and broke the silence, his voice quiet but hoarse with desire. "You're perfect."

   She snickered indelicately and shook her head. "Nah...I think we're perfect for each other, though."

   "I won't argue with you there," he approached her, his erection bobbing as he walked, and if she wasn't already throughly turned on herself, she would have found the sight comical. Just something about a bouncing penis...

   "Can I touch you yet?" she asked, her tone slightly playful.

   "Mmm, not yet," he replied, almost in a sing-song voice as he led her over to his bed. They sat on the edge of his bed, and he gently urged her to lie down.

   "What are you doing?" She asked.

   He shifted so that he was lying beside her, and propped the side of his head on his fist. "The next move is yours, my dear."

   "Hm?" she looked confused.

   "You can do what you like...or you can tell me what to do. I want you to enjoy your first time, so we'll only get to that when you're ready."

   Meredith grinned wickedly, tracing two fingers along his chest and moving them down a few inches, but stopping far short of his crotch. "It's your first time too, you know. So...you're 'submitting to me', then?"

   He nudged his nose against her cheek, one of the gestures he sometimes did in lieu of a kiss, and laughed softly. "I am."

   "Would you be able to...well...'finish' more than once in one night? I'm just curious, because..." she trailed off, not wanting to say anything that might offend him.

   Far from being offended, he laughed a little bit louder. "Of course. I would need a few minutes to recover, but that is possible." That was actually his plan, truth be told. He just wasn't sure if she would agree to it or not, and she had asked him before he could ask her.

   "Well, then..." Her fingers resumed their trek south of the equator, but she still didn't touch him there. She intended to draw out his anticipation a little bit longer. Her hand migrated down to his legs, and she began to massage his inner thighs. "I read about something."

   "O-oh?" Jaming tried to keep his voice level. Tried, and failed. "What did you read about?"

   Meredith brushed her fingertips against his pubic hair and stroked the lower portion of his belly. He pressed his hips forward, instinct taking over, hoping that she would take the hint and give him relief. Why had he told her not to touch it? Now she wouldn't. What was he, stupid?

   "I heard that men enjoy it." She stroked his inner thighs again, this time allowing the back of her hand to brush against his scrotum. The choked moan he almost managed to suppress told her that she was doing something right.

   "Enjoy what?" he sounded like he had just been running; out of breath.

   Instead of answering him–she enjoyed teasing him more than she probably should–she shifted so that she was lying further down on the bed than he was and told him, "I'll show you, if you'll trust me. Just...try to let me know when you're about to cum, all right?"

   Her use of such a vulgar word as 'cum' sent a thrill up and down his spine, and he lay back and gave full control over to her. After this, his mind should be a little bit more clear, and he would be able to last much longer. He placed his hands behind his head as he reclined, mostly because he didn't know exactly what to do with them and he thought it would look stupid if he kept them straight at his sides. "All right."

   Meredith ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face as she settled herself between his legs and licked her lips. She wasn't at all sure of her technique, having only read about it. She hoped that the books she had flipped through for pointers had been accurate!

   All at once, Jaming realized exactly what she had in mind, and he was torn between stopping her or eagerly letting it happen. What if he didn't smell good? He was fastidiously clean, but that area of the human body always had a scent. What if he tasted bad? What if–ah!

   The long, slim fingers of her left hand wrapped themselves around his length, experimentally stroking him. She observed with a certain degree of fascination that his foreskin moved with her hand, rolling back to expose the glans, rolling forward once more to cover it. There was a bit of a scent, but he had bathed only a few hours ago, and it wasn't unpleasant. As if to encourage her, he bucked his hips a little, nearly lifting them off the bed at the first thrust, then settling into a more gentle rhythm.

   Then she leaned forward. Starting at his balls, she used the tip of her tongue to trace the seam up to the base of his cock, and she took her time in doing so. He shivered. Then, flattening her tongue, she dragged it up the underside of his manhood, all the way to the head. Rolling the foreskin up to cover it, she actually inserted her tongue into it and used it to circle the crown. The tip of her tongue brushed lightly against his frenulum; once, twice, three times.

   "Ohh..." The sound left Jaming's mouth before he could stop it. Where on Terra did she learn that?

   "Mmm..." She finally took him into her mouth, gently cupping his balls in her hand as she moved her head up and down. She learned by gauging his reactions what brought him pleasure and what didn't do much for him. However, she hadn't even been at work for a full minute before Jaming glanced almost frantically around. Spotting a tissue box on his bedside table, he quickly grabbed it. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly as she continued to suck him off. "Mm?"

   "A-almost." He held out the tissue box to her, but she refused it with a gentle push of her hand. She made eye contact with him and hummed encouragingly. Between that, the constant stimulation, the slurping sounds, and her blatant refusal of the tissue box, he could no longer hold back. His toes curled. He bucked his pelvis, grabbing fistfuls of blanket and warning her in breathless desperation, "Ohhh...now!"

   Warm, sticky ropes of fluid spurted into her mouth, coating the back of her throat. She wasn't especially wild about the taste, but the sight of her lover writhing beneath her and trying to be quiet more than made up for it, and she swallowed his semen without real enjoyment. Meredith sat up on her knees as his body went completely limp, and she wondered if he had passed out. "You okay?"

   "Ohh...more than 'okay'," he sighed as his member began to return to its usual size. He was glad that she seemed to know better than to touch it just then, because it was so sensitive that anything more than a feather-light touch would have been almost painful. "That was...that was incredible."

   She smiled, climbing out from between his legs and lying beside him. She didn't kiss him, unsure whether or not he would want her to do that after where her mouth had been, but he gathered her close and sighed again, trying to catch his breath. Snuggling in close, she rested her head on his chest. "You liked it, huh?"

   "That has to be a rhetorical question. You didn't have to swallow it, though...I thought that was why you asked me to warn you."

   "No, I just like to know what's 'coming'."

   He rolled his eyes. "Ah, you and your puns..."

   Meredith molded herself against him and tried to remain still. He seemed exhausted! Maybe they wouldn't go any further after all, and he was done for the night. She hoped that wouldn't be the case, because the sight of him experiencing such an intense climax, one that she herself had given him, had brought her to a state of near-desperate lust. Jaming, however, was completely flaccid; his limp member rested against her thigh. There would be nothing more for now.

   Or so she thought. Having caught his breath, Jaming smiled against the top of her head and stroked his hand down her body to cup her backside. He was rewarded with a gasp as Meredith involuntarily pressed closer, moving her legs restlessly. "You aren't the only one who's been reading."

   "Oh, really?" She lifted her head to peer at his face. So strange to look at, and yet she didn't even see the strangeness anymore. And, with his lust taken care of for the moment, all she could see in his eyes were tenderness and consideration. Whatever it was he had read about, she was eager for him to share it with her. "Care to share with the rest of the class?"

   Jaming smiled, pressing his forehead against hers, and moving his hand from her buttock to her pubic mound. She opened her legs for him, almost demurely. "Like you, I prefer 'showing' to 'telling', my dear."

   Meredith giggled throatily, her heart doing a flip-flop in her chest as his fingers tentatively touched her moist nether lips. "I really like it when you call me that."

   "Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and slipped a finger in between her outer lips. The term 'labia majora' popped into his mind, which seemed to insist on assigning the proper names to everything, and once again he told the analytical part of his brain to switch off. It wasn't difficult this time, because something he found there surprised him a little. She was soaking wet! Using the moisture he found there as lubrication, he used the first two fingers of his left hand to massage her clitoris in a slow, circular motion.

   Immediately, she arched her back and a wanton moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it. The orgasm she had experienced when he stimulated her nipples had been nice, but it had been a small one. She wasn't near the edge yet, but she could already tell that her next one would possibly rival his.

   "And do you like what I'm doing now?" he asked her, his voice low, seductive. He didn't know it, but it was really his voice that had first caught her notice after they had become friends.

   "Y-yes..." she whispered.

   "Do you want me to keep going?"

   "Don't you dare stop..." Meredith's whisper took on a warning quality, but she smiled to show that she meant it playfully.

   Jaming chuckled, feeling the first slight stirrings in his groin. He would be able to last for a while now. There was no need to hurry. He increased the speed a little, and she began to rock her hips in a motion as old as time itself. He loved the way she looked right then; her eyes closed, a furrow appearing between her brows every now and then, her lips parting as she panted softly and occasionally gave an almost pleading moan.

   But there was something else he wanted to try. "Meredith...I want to put my mouth on you. Would you enjoy that?"

   She opened her eyes, seeming to realize how she was behaving, and felt her body dancing away from the edge it had so rapidly been approaching. She envisioned him between her legs, pleasuring her with his mouth, and she was simultaneously ashamed and excited. Was this what he had felt like when she had put her mouth on his most private of parts? She didn't think so, but she remembered how much he had enjoyed it, and the thought of him returning the favor was exciting. "Are you sure?"

   "Most definitely," he nuzzled her neck. "Are you?"

   Meredith thought about it, then nodded, hiding her apprehension with a smile.

   Jaming removed his hand from her, and his fingers came away wet. He gave them an experimental lick–salty–then moved to kneel between her legs. His half-erection bobbed as he settled himself in front of her, lying down on his belly in much the same way she had. He looked up at her for confirmation; she could always change her mind, and he wanted to make this clear. Receiving a nod, he touched her wet lips, parting them. The flesh inside was moist and pink, and the scent was clean and slightly saline. She had bathed more recently than he, and he himself had been clean.

   He extended his tongue, which was actually rather long, and encircled her clitoris in much the same way he had her nipples. She moaned, louder than before, and tried to stifle it with her hand. "Yell if you want to," he murmured in between licks, "We're all alone."

   "Oh, fuck!" She teetered closer to a climax, but it was elusive.

   That word. Fuck. Jaming felt his half-erect penis spring to full attention, and he suddenly ached to be inside her. He didn't even know what that would feel like, but oh he wanted it! He couldn't let himself get too excited, not again. He didn't know if he could climax a third time, and he didn't want to disappoint her or embarrass himself! He began to process calculus problems in his head, and the urge receded somewhat.

   "Now..." he said as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, continuing to stimulate her as he spoke. "I'm going to put two fingers inside you. Is that okay?"

   Meredith nodded, though in her mind she envisioned his blue cock slamming in and out of her, and she nearly told him to fuck her then and there. Perhaps, as horny as she was, it wouldn't hurt much at all!

   Jaming slowly inserted his index finger to see how she would deal with it, and then his ring finger. The passage was tighter than he thought it would be, and he saw her wince. Immediately he withdrew and opened his mouth to ask her if she was all right.

   "Why...why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly.

   "You're all right?"

   "I'm fine," she nodded. "Sort of stings a little...but it felt good, too."

   He nodded and slowly pushed his fingers in once more, using fingers and tongue to stimulate her at the same time. He made a 'come here' motion with the two fingers, and he found that spot he had read about. Its validity was up for debate in some circles, but Jaming was convinced of its existance when she nearly injured his nose by jerking her hips off the bed. He reacted in time, though, and held her down with his other hand, trying not to laugh. He had read a lot about sex, but he hadn't found very many 'first time accounts', and he wondered how many of them were this awkward or this much fun.

   "S-sorry," she gasped out, but whatever else she had been about to say was cut off by a cry of pleasure so loud that she considered silencing her noises with a pillow.

    "Uh-huh," he sounded amused, and his hot breath on her intimate flesh made her tremble. He was tempted to finish the job with his hand and mouth, but she soon stopped him by placing her hand gently on his forehead. She didn't push, but he took the hint and sat back. "What is it?"

   Meredith, flushed and breathing hard, smiled at him and then looked down at the area between his thighs. He followed the direction of her gaze, and looked questioningly at her. "You're pointing at me again," she informed him before raising her eyebrows in a wordless question.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.

   She nodded, scooting down a bit on the bed and hooking her heels behind his knees, but instead of reaching down to touch his penis she reached up to cup his face. "I love you...and I need you inside me. Now."

   He leaned forward, nearly moving in to kiss her before he remembered that he could not, and pressed his forehead against hers instead. The rush of love he felt for her when she kissed him squarely on the mouth, jagged teeth and all, was so intense that it almost hurt him. "I'll be gentle," he whispered.

   "I know you will," she whispered back. She felt the tip of him nudging against her clit, and she reached between them to guide him in.

   Jaming pushed forward, perhaps a little bit faster than he meant to, and the exquisite sensation of his foreskin being pushed all the way back by the moist friction of her inner walls caused him to bite his lower lip. Even through the pleasure, the sound of her sharp gasp caused him to freeze.

   He had hurt her.

   He began to pull out of her, but her arms encircled him to keep him where he was. "Meredith, are you all right?"

   Meredith, her face rather pinched, nodded without opening her eyes. There was a deep pressure, and a faint, searing pain. She had known this was coming, and it wasn't quite as bad as she had heard. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure, and she opened her blue eyes to meet his dark ones. "It's okay, I'm fine."

   "I'm sor--" he began, but she kissed him again.

   "I'm not." She was grinning, the lustful gleam creeping back into her eye. She began to move her hips, doing what he himself seemed too stunned to do at first.

   Feeling her move beneath him, feeling her inner muscles squeeze around him, Jaming bit his lip again and began to match her rhythm. He wondered if she had bled on his sheets, then shrugged off the thought. Who saw his sheets but him, and now her? Gods, this felt good! He propped his weight on one elbow, and cupped her left breast with his other hand as they moved a little faster. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his waist, stroking her hands up his back to cup his shoulders. The skin she found there was slightly damp, as the two of them had begun to sweat a little bit.

   "Feel good?" he asked breathlessly.

   "Yeah..." she gasped.

   "You like it?" he persisted.

   "Uh-huh!" she nodded.

   Placing his mouth next to her ear, still slowly thrusting in and out of her in spite of his instincts telling him to go faster and pound balls-deep into her, he told her in a husky, commanding voice, "Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me."

   She gripped his buttocks so hard that he felt her nails lightly bite into his flesh, pinching but not drawing blood. "I want you to fuck me!"

   That was all Jaming needed to hear. Without rising up from her, he scooted as close as possible on his knees and pushed in as deep as he could go. He could just barely feel the end of her tunnel, right where her cervix was, and her cry of 'yes' reassured him that he wasn't hurting her at all. He gave a low, shuddering moan as her wet heat engulfed him, snug and welcoming. He quickly picked up speed, pushing in so deep that his pubic bone rubbed against her clit, and she matched his rhythm perfectly.

   Meredith could feel her orgasm approaching now, no longer dancing tantalizingly just out of reach, and she clenched her hands into fists in a last-ditch effort to keep from scratching him. Her nails were short, but she still had enough presence of mind to make an effort not to hurt him. She could hear him breathing hard, partly because he was beginning to get a little out of breath, and partly because he was nearing the edge himself.

   "You feel hot inside..."

   Jaming's own breath felt hot against her neck. The tingling pleasure, which had been coming in waves like the rising tide, seemed to take this as the cue to become a tidal wave, and Meredith knew that she was just shy of the point of no return. As promised, Meredith let him know. "I'm there...I'm there!"

   Jaming propped himself up a bit more so that he could watch her face, never slowing his pace, his own face reflecting his own waves of pleasure as she cried out in ecstasy. He actually felt it when she came, the glove of her flesh squeezing his member and coaxing a moan from him. She had beat him to it, and even though he hadn't finished yet, he felt an intense wave of joy and accomplishment. She had enjoyed her first experience. He had succeeded.

   Then her moment had passed, and his was quickly approaching. He couldn't have slowed down now if he wanted to, and he didn't want! In fact, he increased the pace as he squeezed his eyes shut. The bedsprings creaked, as if cheering him on. Do-it, do-it, do-it, do-it!

   Meredith smiled, kissing his neck and lightly squeezing his butt, almost as if she were helping him thrust. As if he needed help now! "Cum for me, honey...cum!"

   Jaming's balls drew up so tight that there only seemed to be one of them now, if either of them had been able to look. He grunted, then buried his face in her neck and held his breath to keep from crying out, still thrusting hard and fast. Then the pressure that had built up in his pelvic region exploded. He buried himself to the hilt inside his lover with one final, hard thrust. Waves of pleasure, even more intense than before, wrenched a long moan from him as he emptied himself within her.

   Something else happened, which he was quite unfamiliar with. The orgasm seemed to travel up his body from his groin and and to his heart. This entire experience was something he had never dared to hope for. Not with his blue skin, his untamable hair, and his large, jagged teeth! Not with his social awkwardness and his general distrust of people. This woman loved him and wanted him, had let him make love to her, and had let him climax inside her. She hadn't laughed at his lack of finesse, and he had actually been able to bring her pleasure as well! The climax dwindled to nothingness, but the feeling in his heart was as strong as ever, and his eyes began to sting. 'No!' he thought desperately, 'Don't you dare start crying, Jaming! What will she think of you then?'

   They stayed like that for a minute or two, him still lodged inside her but diminishing in size, and her holding him to her as he kept his face hidden against her neck. Both were out of breath, exhausted.

   Unfortunately, Jaming was also heavy, now that he wasn't doing much to hold himself up. Meredith brushed his wild hair back from his face and kissed the side of his head, and he reluctantly rolled off of her.

   The urge to weep, thankfully, had passed, and Jaming lay on his side with his arm draped over her waist. "I love you..."

   Meredith kissed him, not on the corner of his mouth, but once again dead-center. It was more her kissing his upper lip than involving his teeth, and while it might have been a bit awkward on anyone else, it worked nicely with him. The poor guy couldn't help the way his teeth had come in! And he had been so gentle with her, right up until she had told him not to be. He deserved to be kissed, and she loved to do it. "I love you, too. So much."

   Jaming smiled and stroked her cheek, riding his endorphin high and feeling deliciously tired. He couldn't resist asking a rhetorical question, though. "So...how did I do?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

   Meredith laughed. "You know how you did. You're fishing for compliments now."

   "Yes, I am." he rubbed his nose against hers. "You were wonderful."

   "You, too..." she stole a look at his nether regions, and that quick glance told her that she probably hadn't bled, or if she had, there wasn't much. He had been gentle, and she had been ready. "I didn't know it could be that good."

   "How do you feel? I mean...now that it's over?" he asked hesitantly, remembering how she had flinched the moment he first entered her. "Are you..."

   "I'm just fine," Meredith snuggled in close. Neither of them would be able to stay that way for long due to the heat wave that had hit Veniccio, but for now it felt right. "A little sore now, but I knew that would happen."

   "Hm...I wish that could have been avoided..." Jaming sighed, then stifled a yawn. "I don't think it's late, but I'm fairly certain I couldn't move from this bed even if I wanted to. Would...would you like to spend the night?"

   "You only have one pillow." she pointed out.

   Jaming lifted his head and pushed the pillow over to her. "That's something I'll have to remedy."
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