*Jinxx’s POV*
My hands had found their own way to her back, pressing through her dress to feel the ripple of flesh, bones and her bra strap. I moved them up to her shoulder blades and pulled her closer to me. I felt her arms tighten, her bosom press against my chest, her knee against my hip, fingers in my hair, nose pressing gently on my cheek, her breath hot and sweet. Her lips were warm and soft and wet. Her hand came to my chest, and gripped me, feeling the muscles beneath my shirt as she ran the other hand down my back. The kiss deepened, my lips had parted, and so did hers, and I felt her tongue lightly flick against my lower lip before she grazed it with her teeth.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. They were full of pleading and desire. It was tipping point. In that moment I could let her go, say ‘No.’ I could release her gently and kindly, and talk to her about finding someone better suited for her, and how inappropriate it was for me to kiss her. I could let her down gently, thank her, and tell her I was flattered, but I couldn't take advantage of her, that I thought of her as a very close friend, and that I loved her like a sister.

Those are all the things I should have said. But I couldn’t.

Those brown eyes, that soft pale face, and throat, surrounded by blond bangs, a picture of beauty. And desire. She wanted this. And it was not just that she wanted someone to kiss her, to make love to her. She wanted it to be me. I kissed her again. A brief kiss, deliberate and gentle.

“Myah, I have loved and cared for you ever since I met you. But I never thought I would do this. Are you sure?"

“Yes, Jinxx.” She whispered as she nodded. “I’m ready.”

The next kiss lingered, and I took her more closely into my embrace, pulling her knee across my legs, moving my free hand down onto her bottom, drawing her to me, ending with her straddling me, the crotch of her underwear against the hard lump in my jeans. The kiss developed in intensity and technique. She was learning fast, experimenting, doing the things she has always had curiosities about, and enjoying it all. When I kissed her earlobes she shivered, and when I went for her throat she tilted her head back slightly and sighed. I kissed down into the neck of her dress, and back up to her mouth, then repeated the move on the other side. I pulled at her collar to expose more skin and planted soft, loving kisses where I could. She got the idea, and without a word reached down to pull her dress up and over her head in one go. I helped, and took the moment to admire her. Neither of us said anything, but it was then that I knew it was really going to happen. I would take Myah, right here and now, then and there, I would make her a woman. I would make her mine.

We were back in a close embrace, and kissing, but now my hands could explore and travel over her soft skin, feeling each muscle in her back, sliding down her long, slim arms and over her hands, my fingers meshing with hers for a moment before running back up the sensitive underside, stimulating her wrists, the inside of her elbow, the inner flesh of her arm, and passing the side of her breast, that was still enclosed in her bra.

She began to return kisses onto my body. I felt her lips on my ear and my jugular, and round to my throat. For the first time I heard a catch in her breath, and a deep noise in her throat as she breathed in passion. She pulled at the collar of my shirt before sliding her hands round onto my chest. She undid the first button and looked at me with questioning eyes, almost like she was silently asking for permission. I nodded gently, she then unfastened another button and then a third to let her reach more skin. I undid another as she put two hands on me, feeling the muscles and warmth of my body.

I reached a single finger up to touch the bare skin above her bra cup, running it down the curve of one breast, into the crevice between them, and then slipped it under inside the cup to brush up over her nipple. She jolted in shock as my finger rubbed across her sensitive area, and made a little gasp. She pushed herself a little against my hand. I read the signal correctly as an invite to do it again, and do more. With one hand cupped around one breast squeezing gently, I used the other to explore her second breast and found her other nipple, gently rubbing around it. She hummed in delight against my chest, and came up to kiss my mouth, pulling the straps of her bra from her shoulders and flipping the cups down as she moved, baring her breasts for my hands, although I couldn't see them. They were beautiful, pert and firm. They had that fresh and soft smell and the delicate taste that I adore, and when I took them in my mouth, and ravished them with my tongue, she arched her back growling and purring with pleasure. Her body reacted and she pressed her crotch down against me, and I knew this girl was more than just turned on. She was revelling in the sensation. She was exploring, learning, pushing, and taking pleasure. Not just willing, but eager.

Her kisses on my lips were unrelenting. Her hands were pushing my shirt back off my shoulders, and we embraced with her bare breasts against my bare chest as I struggled to undo my cuffs and throw off the shirt altogether. She reached behind her to unclip her bra, and then we tumbled together on the bed, me dragging her down on top of me so she was straddling me, her legs parted around my body, her crotch against mine, soft against hard.
I wanted Myah on top so she would feel comfortable and in control. I knew she wanted this, and had said she wanted everything, but I was worried that she would get scared, that I would go too fast. It also meant that I had total access to her back, and could massage her and run my hands through her hair, comforting her. It was going to be her first time doing a lot of things tonight, and I was going to make it the best experience I possibly could for her.
My hand tingled her spine all the way to the base of her bottom, then back up and across her shoulder, down the length of her bare arm, grabbing her hand and interlacing our fingers. She looked me straight in the eyes, her breathing began to change and went sharp and shallow. In an unexpected burst of turmoil, she flung herself off me and lay on the bed, hands over her face, panting and sobbing. I was surprised, again, and unsure what to do.

“Myah? Honey, are you okay? We don’t have to-“
She cut me off.

“Jinxx, oh God. I’m sorry. What am I doing? I am so sorry. I’m an idiot! I-“ she sobbed harder.

I felt a momentary stab of guilt at the thought, that I have ruined an amazing friendship, endangered my friendship with Ash, the band… I reached out to stroke her hair and whispered soft words of comfort. She had gone limp, just overcome by sadness. I took her in my arms and shushed her and told her it was alright, and rocked her gently until she calmed down and uncovered her face. She clung to me. I held her even tighter, almost protectively, and rocked her. I thought that I should give her something to cover herself with, so I leaned over to the nightgown that was folded neatly on her bed side dresser, and reached for it, but as I brought it up to give it to her she pushed back a little and looked at it in disgust and said "What are you doing?"

"I thought you might want to get dressed."

Myah looked at the shirt in my hand and then back at me, and reached out to hold me by the back of my neck. She kissed me again, meltingly softly.

“No Jinxx, I don't want to get dressed. I want to be undressed. Will you help me?”

She stood up beside the bed and and pulled her heels from her feet. I was unsure. This maelstrom of emotion left me uncertain what to do. At any moment she could flip again and scream rape. At any moment this could turn from consensual to abusive. I might be damaging her mentally for life. I wasn't even sure that what I had already done was not harmful.

But I desired her.

As she stood semi naked, her blond hair tumbling round her imperfect breasts, I wanted so much to make love with her, to take her in my arms, to possess her body and soul. I wanted to make her cry out in pleasure. To hear and feel her come. That idea struck me, overwhelmed me and drove me. I reached to help her pull her tights off.

Myah seemed as though she was in a hurry to strip now, decision made, she took the plunge and pushed her knickers along with her tights down to the floor, and kicked them off.

I saw her perfect thighs and above them the triangle of short blond curls, her beautiful womanhood, demanding my touch, my fingers, my mouth, my everything. I sighed in wonder, and she caught her breath and said "Are you okay? Is it alright? I mean, does it look alright? I'm sorry, I only trim, I’m sorry that I don’t shave it. I know it's probably too hairy, but..."

"Perfect, Myah. You’re perfect. Beautiful. Breath taking." I tore my glance away to look at her face. "I mean it. You are simply perfect. Never feel like you have to shave it. Never listen to those stupid people. Hair is sexy. It shows you are grown up, not a little girl. A woman. A beautiful, sexy, sexual woman."

I stood up off of the bed to kiss her, with her naked body pressed against my half-clad one, my hands on her bottom and the back of her neck, hers on my back. Her lips were soft against mine again. Her eyes were closed, and I felt her body soften, loosen, relax into an eager, willing poise. I knelt at her feet then, running my hands down from her face over her shoulders, down the length of her arms to her hips and over her naked thighs.

"This is a body worthy of worship, Myah. You have the most perfect breasts, this beautiful stomach, these toned legs, even your feet are pretty, and your hands with those slim fingers. And then there is this."

I planted a soft kiss on her pelvis. Gently, my tongue extending to tease the top of her slit, trying to taste her, to press her clitoris, to penetrate her folds. I pressed my face against her, my hands were round onto her perfect bottom, pulling her closer to my mouth. She gasped and put her hands on my head, surprised and uncertain, but I gave her no time to think. She let herself fall back on the bed and I used the momentum to lift her legs and open them, and to take possession of her. I used my tongue for her, a long firm stroke down her lips and back up, opening her, tasting her arousal. When my tongue-tip hit her clitoris she almost leapt in the air and shrieked.

I was relentless. I wanted to devour her. I knew this was all new to her, she had never been touched there by another person, but it wasn't my first time, and I used every trick I had learned to make this the most thorough and exciting first encounter for her. I wanted her to come. I made her come.She lay on the bed with her legs apart, and often placed a hand on my head. She sighed and whimpered and gasped as I explored her and caressed her. She was hesitant at first, unsure and embarrassed, but that passed in moments as I found that spot that all women share, and in five seconds she lost any reservations. Gradually I opened her up, her inner lips pink and smooth, wet with my saliva and a hint of her own moisture, and then gently pulling them apart to see the entrance to her core, the dark rose centre of her delicate folded flower.

No sign of a hymen. I had seen a virgin girl before and knew what one looked like, but I knew that tampons, masturbation and genetics could all account for the lack of that troublesome flap of skin. It was a relief not to have to worry about it, and to find that it was easy enough to gently press in with a finger. She moaned.

"Oh Jinxx! Oh, is that your finger?"

"Yes… Is it okay? Would you rather I stopped?"

"No. Don't worry, I can fit two in me, you won't hurt me."

I thought that one finger was tight enough for now, but I gently worked on it, slowly stretching her opening a little to each side as I slid my finger in and out. She groaned again. I put my thumb on her clit as I worked her, and she pushed herself against me, her rhythm speeding up, and her body suddenly tensed.

She had her eyes pressed closed, her mouth slightly open, drifting in an out of focus, flexing her spine and hips. Her arms went rigid as she gripped balls the duvet beneath her in her fists, with convulsed fingers. I slid another finger into her and urged her on "You're close now Myah, aren't you? Come on Myah, come for me, come on."

A cute moan, rising in pitch, broken by a gasp and then turning into a series of cries, told me that she was coming. She tensed up completely, her hands dug into my hair as I sucked and flicked my tongue against her clit while my fingers inside felt her contract and pulse. I was flooded with joy and triumph, and that was emphasised when she suddenly she dragged me by my hair to kiss her again.

I gripped her hard, and she stayed still for a second before bursting into a storm of kisses and hugs and the words tumbled out of her, incoherent thanks and half-finished sentences, random noises and laughter and sobs. In the end she threw her head back and sucked in a great deep breath.

"Oh God, that was good! Oh that was better than anything. Oh Jinxx, that was... oh God. Oh. Pheww." Then she looked at me and grinned and took another breath and said…

"Can we do that again?"

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