Vi and Mylo, Virgins no more

The lantern cast long, dancing shadows across the brick walls. Somewhere near empty barrels, the sound of scurrying rats could be heard. Mylo had already unfurled a sleeping bag for the occasion. It wasn't much, but it was enough to provide some cushion between themselves and the hard floor.

Vi glanced around the musty place. "I still don't know why you couldn't have chosen a rooftop somewhere," she closed the rusty door behind them with a clang that echoed. She gave the handle a perfunctory tug. It didn’t budge, but it certainly didn't lock. She shrugged, meeting Mylo’s anxious gaze. "Let's hope for no visitors." Vi smirked.

Mylo met her eyes, his attempt at seeming confident about their situation. Confident as he should be. After all, the whole thing was his idea. Ever since that night below the Last Drop, when their stupid dare had led to them showing each other's genitals for the first time. He’d laid eyes upon her fully exposed vagina, and she’d witnessed his fully erect penis, something he’d been ridiculously proud of. After that unexpected show-and-tell, he’d become relentlessly persistent about taking it to ‘the next level.’ Not as lovers, no, only as friends. Just two friends, curious about sex. They agreed not to tell anyone of this.

"I still can't believe we're about to really... do it..." said Mylo, grinning with adolescent anxiety, sweating at the palms.

"A wet dream come true," Vi said nonchalantly, setting the lantern down between them, the light softening her feminine edges. Her gaze lingered him over. "You nervous?"

He blinked and looked into her challenging eyes. "Hah! Of course not. No reason to be." The words tumbled out a little too quickly.

Vi squinted faintly and tilted her head with a smirk. "Bullshit."

Blushes went to Mylo's face, caught in a lie. He should've known better than to try to fool her. "Oh yeah? What about you?" He blinked.

Instead of answering, Vi simply began to move. With an easy grace, she unbuckled a few straps, unlaced her boots, and let her jacket fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her tank top followed, revealing the toned shape of her stomach and the fullness of her breasts. Mylo’s bushy dark eyebrows perked up. Was they having a race? He quickly followed suit, fumbling with his own gear, his fingers clumsy as he shed layers of clothing, tossing them haphazardly next to her boots. As his undergarments came off, his cock and balls hung low between his legs. This worried him a little, but it soon changed when his female friend revealed those tight curves of her body. Something he'd been fantasizing about ever since the dare. Within seconds, his lengthy cock sprang to attention, standing tall and hard. A wide, confident grin spread across his face, reinvigorated.

They awkwardly climbed onto the sleeping bag together, figuring out what position they could naturally get into. Vi, ever practical, settled first, lying flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread open. He nervously sat up in between her thighs, his own legs spread wide enough to not impede hers. Viewing his long-time female friend in this angle, her body lying there invitingly, made his thumping heart pound through his chest. His twitching erection stood inches away from the slick pink folds of her vagina. The gateway to their mutual discovery. He wondered how long he was going to last...

"Just remember to pull out, got it?" Vi warned him. "If you don't, I'll beat the fuck out of you." She clenched a fist, promisingly. 

"Heh, yeah, I know, I know." Mylo's anxious heart was thumping hard. With utmost care, he positioned the spongey head of his dick within her outer labia.

Vi simply laid there, comfortably, her eyes watching down below as he attempted to figure out where to put it. Finding her entrance was taking longer than she expected. Vi let out a soft chuckle. "Having trouble there?" she taunted, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Mylo held onto his shaft and clumsily prodded around, a little embarrassed. "I got it, just hold on a sec..."

She let out another laugh as he prodded more. Finally, the head of his dick found her fleshy pink entrance. All he had to do now was carefully enter. Their eyes met, a shared moment of anticipation. This was it. The moment they would no longer be virgins. Biting his lip, he slowly, carefully, sank in through her passage, letting out an exhale of wonder.  Vi’s face contorted slightly, a sudden intake of breath as the unfamiliar intrusion stretched her inside. "Oh, fuck," she grimaced, her body tensing, adjusting. Her hands instinctively went down to Mylo’s pelvis, ready to push him away.

Mylo worryingly saw her face, it was an expression of discomfort. He wasn't all the way in yet, keeping it still, only three inches deep. "Vi... Uh, a- are you okay?" he asked.

Her hands pushed his lower body slightly, but not aggressively. She nodded. "Yeah, um... just, just... go slowly, okay?..." she muttered, jaw clenching.

Mylo anxiously blinked at his female companion and obeyed. The very last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He sat with it, savoring the moment of being inside her, for the first time. He watched her face, sexier than ever, gauging for any signs of pleasure. Mylo awkwardly adjusted his position, he placed his boney hands around her opened thighs, trembling, slowly pushing his fully erect shaft in through her slippery walls. "Mmh... Vi... your vagina... feels amazing..." the teen boy said in excitement, quivering as he went a little deeper now, his low hanging balls tapping her cheeks.

At certain points, Vi's breathing hitched while she adjusted to the length of his shaft. Her gaze dropped low, to where his hips joined with her's. She allowed herself to relax, feeling his passion and his obedience, the initial discomfort melting into something fun. Short whimpering moans escaped her lips, realizing it was the first time she'd ever let anyone hear those erotic noises. He was probably enjoying that sound.

Mylo surrendered to the sensations deep within her womanhood. His body trembled, giving her a full five inches, but still having enough self control to move slowly. His desire was reaching a fever pitch, his eyes locked onto her, drinking in every detail of her expressions, the beautiful shape of her breasts and pert nipples, and the sexy curves of her bare hips. His control slipped away with each passing second. He didn't want to unload already. But soon enough, Mylo felt the beckoning signal from his balls, a sensation he knew all too well... and he was powerless to stop it. "Oh shit... Vi... I'm gonna cum...," he announced, voice strained.

Vi blinked into the reality of the situation, her eyes widening. "Already?..." She trailed off, her protest becoming evident when her hands pushed him. "T-take it out, quick!" she panicked. Mylo clumsily withdrew his fully exposed cock, slick from her juices, and began stroking it. Just when Vi was about to tell him to aim that thing away, it was too late. Mylo began ejaculating, his thick sperm arcing and landed all the way across her unsuspecting face and red violet hair. She flinched with a look of disgust.

"... -You dick," Vi growled, one eye closed and the other one squinting, decorated in a bunch of sticky white streaks on her blushing face.

Mylo stroked himself of every last drop. His balls now empty, he let out a trembling sigh of euphoria and regained enough of his senses to speak to her. "Hehe, sorry. I was aiming for your tits..." he blushed with a sheepish grin.

Vi brought up a finger and wiped a glob of his thick sperm from her eyelash. "Well your aim sucks," she exclaimed, blinking. "Damn, that shit burns."

Mylo saw her eye watering and it made him he feel even more ashamed. He wanted to make it up somehow.

She let out a frustrated sigh. "You couldn't even last ten minutes..."

Mylo flopped down next to her, uncertain of how much satisfaction she even had from it. "Did you... orgasm?"

Vi glared at him without a word, a look that Mylo knew all too well...

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. The scrawny teen was at least thankful she wasn't actively punching him on the shoulder at this moment. "I have an idea," Mylo grinned, sitting back up. "Something I've always wanted to try on a girl..."

Vi blinked at him, curious about what the idiot was up to now. He repositioned himself between her legs again, but this time differently. With his hands on her opened thighs, his face went down below. It immediately became obvious what he was about to do, and she didn't refuse the offer. The moment his tongue made first contact, a gasp escaped from Vi's lips. He went across her inner folds. It was something she too had fantasized about, but never thought it would be from someone like Mylo. Nonetheless, it was a welcomed surprise. He even managed to find her clitoris. "Oh, yes. Mmhh..." Vi exhaled, spreading her legs wide in his face, urging him on.

Mylo buried his mouth into her wet pussy. His tongue and lips moved obediently, dancing to her naughty pleasure. To deepen the sensation, he slipped his boney index and middle finger inside, caressing her lovely walls. The dual sensation of his fingers and tongue drove her wild. With each passing minute, his practiced hands became good for more than just lock picking. It was clear now that she was enjoying this far more than their previous activity.

While keeping her legs spread, her hand fell onto Mylo's long fluffy hair... running through strands and holding, gently. Perhaps she was fantasizing... For the most part, Vi wasn't even looking directly at Mylo. Instead, her eyes were either closed or gazing passed him while he was down there, enjoying the longest makeout session with her vagina. It went on for at least another half hour.

Her deep and erotic respirations began to stagger, an apprehension of her impending release. Keeping her eyes closed, her breathing hitched. Vi's toes curled, and with a sudden clench, she began having a hot, squirting orgasm in Mylo's face.

Vi blushed madly with loud moans of orgasmic pleasure. She let go of his long hair and rested, completely drenched between the legs, letting out whimpering moans from the aftershock sensations...

Mylo's face was covered and dripping in her wet mess. He seemed perplexed more than anything else. "Was that piss, or...?" The boy sat up slowly, wiping the odorless fluid from his cheek.

Vi laid there, her whole naked body glowing vibrant, letting out a deep sigh of dirty satisfaction. "I don't know what that was... but it felt amazing..."