THE FIRST AND LAST TIME WE WERE TOGETHER
Published on October 20th, 2019 on r/NoSleep
Tonight was the night.
Tonight was the night that I'd... well, "get together" with Dylan. I was in love with that boy the minute I heard him say 'Hello!'. It's a little pathetic, in retrospect. I let a crush go way too far way too fast, but it worked out in the end. He was so cute, so kind... I'd catch myself thinking of him all hours of the day. The thought of his smile made that bitch of a part-time job more tolerable.
It took so much effort and courage to finally ask him out... but when he said yes, I nearly cried out of pure joy. I had to restrain myself from telling him how badly I wanted him inside me. That would have scared him away, and it wouldn't be magical right then and there. I had to wait for the right time.
Tonight was the night.
I told him to come up to my place around 9:00pm. I was wearing my sexiest dress; a tight black one that hugged my curves and made my breasts look even bigger than they already were. Gave me cleavage for days! That always draws a man in.
I had to set the mood. I lit some vanilla scented candles to sweeten the air. It's a classic scent, and I always find it makes the intimate times so much better. I swear it can even make things taste better. Maybe it'd even make our kisses sweeter.
I waited patiently in my apartment's living room. The lights were warm and somewhat dim, and I had some sexy music playing just loud enough to entertain the ears, but not so loud as to distract. I wanted to hear every word from him, and every sound we'd make together. Most importantly, I needed to hear his cute, gentle knock on my door. I nearly tripped running to the door when I finally heard it.
I opened the door for him, and he walked in wearing an expression that was equal parts excited and nervous.
So cute. So sweet. My Dylan.
I greeted him with a hug and a carefully placed kiss on the cheek. We'd never actually kissed mouth to mouth yet; I only save my mouth kisses for those who truly earn them. I didn't want to rush this. That time was close at hand. His cheeks were so soft, though, so I didn't have much problem waiting. His cheeks blossomed into a lovely and warm pink, as did mine.
Wordlessly, I took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. We entered, and I planted myself on the bed, legs crossed. I locked my eyes with his, silently beckoning him with my gaze. He wasn't looking at me though; he was looking around the room, taking in the scene. Eventually after scanning the walls, his eyes found their way to the bed and my buxom body. He stood there, enticed, curious, but slightly confused.
"Wow, you really went all out, huh? Candles and everything."
"Mhmm, tonight's a special night, after all."
"It is," he said with a nod, "but uh.... why are there no pillows or a blanket or anything on the bed?"
"Oh, honey. We're going to make a real mess. I don't want to be stuck giving them a deep clean. Plus... it's going to get real hot and sticky. Don't want them getting in the way, do we?"
"O-Oh, I see. It's uh, well it's my first time and all so, I figured those would make things more comfortable or something? Sorry." He looked down, a little embarrassed, but he recovered quickly. "You're so beautiful, Laurel."
"And you look delicious yourself~!" I cooed. I traced a hand down my cleavage and licked my lips sensually. "Are you ready for this?"
He sat next to me, slowly and gently, as if he was trying to restrain himself from coming off too eager or maybe rude. "I... I think I'm ready. I never thought my first time would be with someone so stunning though... and..."
"And you're nervous, right?"
"...Yeah, ahaha. Just a little."
"That's normal, honey. It's gonna be amazing though, I promise you."
"I don't doubt that, I just... I'm still hung up on why you would pick a guy like me I guess. You could have picked any guy you wanted, you know? Girl like you must have had a lot of guys more appealing than me."
Dylan always had problems with his self esteem. He was a fat boy up until his teens. I don't really have a problem with weight, but he sure did after all the bullying he went through. He actually got a lot more fit since then since he wanted to improve before he got to college. He's healthier and slimmer, but a bad body image sometimes goes further than skin deep I guess. I wouldn't have cared how he looked though. His looks didn't matter; HE mattered. Who he was inside, that's what mattered to me.
"Dylan, out of every guy I've known, none of them have caught my interest like you. I didn't want any of them, even the handsome ones who wanted me. They weren't worth my time, because they weren't you. No one else can give what you can, and I love what my Dylan has. I love you, Dylan." I placed a hand on his chest, right above his warm heart, which was beating quite fast right now. "This warmth right here? This warmth and kindness you have? That's what I love most of all."
"L-Laurel..." he said, his voice timid. God, he was so fucking cute.
"Now, let's get these pesky clothes off, huh?"
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So, there we were. Completely naked, sitting in the middle of my bed. We were just both staring at each other's bodies, taking in all the subtleties. As I said before, he'd gotten fit since his teenage years. He wasn't very muscular, but he was toned in just the right ways. His skin was really nice too; smooth, but with a hint of that ruggedness that makes boys so sexy to me. His cock was average in size, but it had a really pleasing shape. It wasn't curvy or anything, just nice and straight. I think the only complaint I had was that his balls were maybe a little too big, but that's okay. I'm sure he was storing a lot in there just for me.
"God, you're so hot, Laurel... I... I don't even know where to start."
"Want me to take the lead, darling?"
"S-Sure."
"Well, come closer to me." He did. I took his hands in mine, and I pressed my body close to his. I could feel his stiff presence resting on my belly. So cute. "How about... I finally take that first kiss on the lips you've been dying for?"
"I'd- I'd love that!" He said with wide eyes.
"Okay, then close your eyes for me, darling."
He did. Now the real pleasure would begin for the both of us.
I kept his hands held in mine, and I planted a tender and deep kiss on his lips. I felt him tense up at first, but relax as the kiss progressed. He started to get kind of daring too, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth and pushing closer to me. We separated for a brief moment.
"W-wow... you're amazing. My lips are tingling, even." I responded with another kiss. Deeper than before. I felt him throb against me and clench my hands tighter. His heart was beating so fast, so intensely. My lovely boy... he would never feel better than he did right now after I was done with him. After some more kissing, he paused and broke the kiss.
"Did you eat something spicy, Laurel? I think I can feel my lips starting to burn or something now..."
"No, that's just how kisses with me normally are, babe. You worry too much." We were so close to connecting. I was not about to let him get cold feet. I pulled him to me again and kissed him deeper than before. I squeezed his hands so tight that my knuckles were turning white... I could really appreciate how delicate the bones in his hands were. I must have been squeezing a little too hard for him, but I had to. I had to if we were to unify. Getting the bonding agent to come out of the hands was always the hardest part, honestly.
He tried pulling away from me again, but I didn't let him. I kept kissing him. I kept the connection. I pressed my lips to his as hard as I could. I had to get as much of the bonding agent on him as possible before he could change his mind. No matter how often I try to persuade my men about how wonderful the experience will be, they all get terrified at the prospect. I normally wouldn't care as much... but I needed Dylan.
My Dylan.
He tried to speak, but his voice was muffled beneath my lips. He tried to push himself away from me, but he couldn't; our lips were already fused, and our hands were on their way there. I pushed myself on top of him, pinning him to the bed with my body. It was a little awkward since my hands were now stuck to his, but I managed to keep him down.
His eyes were wide in confusion, like the eyes of every boy that came before him. I pushed my tongue past his teeth and batted around his tongue with mine, and within seconds our tongues became one long connected muscle. I could feel my breasts stop being my own and become a part of Dylan's chest. I felt my heart's chambers expand as they merged with his own, our blood capacity doubling if only for a brief moment, and his warmth becoming my own.Our warmth. His beautiful, beautiful cock was inside me now, making it's way through my belly, going inside my intestines until it separated, being reconstituted as a new and stronger mass of intestinal flesh.
Our arms shortened as the connection from our hands became a connection to our wrists, and our wrists a connection to the elbow, and our elbow to a connection on the shoulder, so on and so forth. Our bones cracked and bent in ways you've probably never seen. It feels so fucking good, like going to a really good chiropractor. Disintegrated Blood, fat, pus, and melted meat dribbled out of our new seams as we were pushed into one another, transitioning from a perfect couple to a singular, perfect mass. You can't possibly imagine how much of a mess this makes! I usually have to replace the entire bed after I'm done. Can you imagine if I had to keep replacing my bed sheets and blankets too?
Here came my favorite part, and the part that always came last since boys always tried to pull away with what little muscles they could control now: the moment when our eyes would lock together, and the light would vanish from sight as our eye sockets sealed together, our noses flattened into each other, and our teeth crack and push away from each other as our heads form a cohesive lump.
His pupils were so wide as we got closer and closer. He tried to close his eyelids, but I didn't let him. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to see us.
I wanted him to see us be together forever.
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The unification process always leaves me and my partners as this big fleshy ball (or so I imagine, I can't exactly see myself in this form). It's kinda uncomfortable and messy as the rest of the extra blood and other fluids are excreted, but then you get the amazing sensation of getting to feel all your organs and body parts rebuild themselves out of the new mass. You get to really feel how much stronger your loved one makes you; your muscles are so much tougher, you know so much more information, your eyes can see so much more, your circulation is better, your skin gets thicker, and so much more. You and your partner get this feeling of being almost godlike, especially if you've had other partners before them. You're so connected and intimate with everyone who's ever loved you that you can hear each other's thoughts and the euphoria you feel is the same as what they feel.
When your eyes finally lose that sticky film, you can really look at your body and appreciate it and the benefits unification brings. My breasts were so much bigger now, I couldn't help but play with them. I could hear Dylan giggle in the back of my brain.
I did discover a downside though: Dylan's big balls - rather, OUR big balls- made my pussy big and puffy. You can also kinda feel them if you squeeze enough. I'd never had something like this happen before... but then again, I never loved a boy as deeply as I loved Dylan before.
My Dylan.
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“The First And Last Time We Were Together” copyright 2019 by Stephen Faett.