An Almost First Time
It may not be Kemper and Emily's absolute first time, but that won't stop this occasion from being every bit as special.
This flash fiction was written for Kemper as part of his Patreon reward for June. It contains M/F sexual acts between consenting adults. :3
An Almost First Time
Emily giggled as Kemper kissed her. As he gently, bashfully kissed her on the lips as though it was the first time he'd done so.
It wasn't of course. He'd kissed her, or rather, she'd kissed him the first time they'd met in person. At the massage parlour at which she worked, shortly after Kemper had cum under her tender ministrations and the able assistance of his two lovers beneath the table.
This time was different though. They knew each other now, and this... while it wasn't quite their first kiss, it was almost the first. Now, at the end of the evening, they knew each other well enough to want this kiss for more reasons than just physical attraction. Now, having shared dinner and a long walk around the local botanical gardens, they knew that the chemistry they'd felt in their first meeting hadn't simply been a by-product of its inherent sexuality.
This wasn't quite their first date, if you counted the massage parlour. But, it almost was. This wasn't quite their first kiss if you counted the massage parlour, but it almost was. And as they stood together now at the gates of the gardens, clutching each other's body close, blushing, breathing heavily and waiting eagerly to see if the other person would say it first, they were each hoping for another almost first time to be shared.
"W-would you like to..."
Kemper had barely begun the question when Emily responded, her over-eagerness showing through as her normally soft and tender French accent emerged in a shrill plea.
"Yes!"
The otter's face burned crimson beneath her lush fur, but she didn't take back her answer. Nor did she wait for Kemper to finish asking the question before wrapping herself around him once again and sharing in a much longer, deeper kiss this time around. Only afterwards did she let him ask the question in its entirety; not quite, but almost for the first time.
"Wanna come back to my place? Maybe... s-stay the night?"
They may have seen each other cum already, may have brought one another immense pleasure through their shared actions, but that took nothing away from how excited they both were to finally be here. To no longer have to just think about the other person, someone who had been on their mind every day without fail since their first introduction, but actually have a chance to advance what they had already shared.
They were ready for this.
Ready for the next step.
Ready for their last almost first time... and to start sharing some real firsts, at last.
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"Oh. Kemper."
Emily moaned softly as she lay beneath the sabretoothed male, her face brighter red than ever as she looked into his deep eyes without a shred of hesitation.
"D-don't... don't make me wait any longer."
The bedsheets were already tangled, and her thighs were damp. She could still see glistening flecks of her arousal upon Kemper's muzzle, and taste the residue of his pre-cum on her lips. But now, they were done preparing. They were done playing, and readying themselves and each other for this moment.
They had kissed, and touched, and laughed their way to this moment. To this absolute first. And now, it was time.
Her legs closed around the feline's backside, just beneath his lush tail. Her fingers rubbed at the back of his shoulders, and her nose brushed against his own as he leaned down to kiss her again.
"You're beautiful, Emily."
She trembled, whimpered as he whispered to her in reverent awe. Speaking those words not to make her like him more, not to ingratiate himself, but simply because he felt it so strongly it simply had to be said.
And then, only then, did he begin to lower his hips and press his rigid cock between the damp, flushed lips of her pussy.
Only then did he start to mate with her for the first time.
"Oh. O-oh... yes..."
The otter gasped breathlessly at the feeling of him. His length. His girth. Every last inch of him, heaven inside her warm, wet depths.
"God, Emily."
He moaned back to her. Feeling her clutching at him, both outside and in. Squeezing. Holding. Milking.
It was incredible. It felt incredible, for both of them.
A first, yes. Their first time.
But... now that this vital remaining first was over for them, they didn't lament its passing. They simply lived in that moment. In that first, and would continue to do so until it reached its crescendo of an end.
And then, when it was finally over... they could look forward to the second. And the third. And all that lay beyond that.
For the two of them, to be together in this way, there was only ever going to be one first time. But from then on, they would have a different goal. A different desire that drove them each and every time they so much as looked at one another.
It might not have been their first time, or even an almost first time beyond that one wonderful bout, but they would do everything they could to ensure that each forthcoming occasion would not be their last.
By Jeeves
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