A Love In the Making
Why did she have to be so clumsy? The young doe often asked herself that, though she already knew the answer. She'd always seemed to be the runt. The shrimp. For nearly all her life she'd been the shortest of her whole class, especially after everyone's bodies started to develop and hers didn't. For years she'd worried that she'd be Mini Melissa for the rest of her life. But then, just shy of her 16th birthday, everything had changed. Almost overnight she started to grow, shooting up around half a foot to reach a more decent 5'7", the rest of her body filling out as well. Yet as a result, her balance was thrown off, and she'd become much clumsier, dropping things and constantly tripping over her own feet. It was often fairly comical to watch, though she found it to be more embarrassing than anything else. She had even gone from being embarrassed about being too small to thinking she was too tall and lanky. Never satisfied....
That day, she had begun questioning herself after dropping all of her books in the hallway. For the third time that day. She'd almost gotten used to the laughing, even from the group that seemed to follow her around, making sure every stumble got full attention. At times, she still felt the occasional urge to get angry with herself or them, and every so often she'd cry when no one was looking, but it wasn't quite so bad anymore. She'd pretty much given up hope of ever seeing the world her mother always described to her, where she could actually walk down a hallway without tripping over something, and where her long, thin body would actually be attractive. It seemed more like a fairytale with each passing day, feeling like she was actually getting clumsier as opposed to more self-assured. She could still remember when all she wanted was to lose her spots and grow up. But those days, she would give anything to go back.
Standing still, she stared down at her books, almost like she thought that if she looked at them long enough, they would spring back into her arms. Part of her didn't want to go through all the effort of bending down and picking them up yet again, and the other part knew that as soon as she bent over, the "Pencil Legs" jeers would start up. She had just about gathered enough willpower to go through with the action anyway when a familiar buck broke through the crowd, waving his arms to try to fend them off. It was Trent, her long time friend. Some tried to teasingly label them as boyfriend and girlfriend, but they weren't. They'd just known each other for a long time.
Once the crowd was finally gone, Trent bent down to gather up the books. For a moment, the doe's eyes looked over him. He'd gone through the aging process a lot better than she had. His body had grown more gradually, gaining good muscle tone and making him quite handsome, even if he was her best friend. Already his antlers were growing quite nicely, enhancing the look of his face. She even found herself feeling jealous of him now and again. Why couldn't she have eased into it like that and actually looked good doing it? She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize at first what he was doing. Then, blushing hard, she dropped to knees as well, quickly trying to gather as many of the papers and notebooks that she could, not wanting him to do too much of the work.
"Thanks...," she muttered shyly as they collected the last of it.
"Mel...," Trent replied with a chuckle, shaking his head. "You might not drop your books all the time if you'd just take a second to put them into your backpack."
Her blush deepened, nodding slowly as she started to put them in as suggested. "Yeah.... It's just always such a hassle.... And I almost always seem to drop something at my locker, and everyone laughs at me anyway. I'm getting more used to it, but...."
Trent shook his head, face becoming serious. "No one gets used to being picked on.... They just get better at hiding how much it hurts. But you should never hide it from me, ok?" Looking surprised for a moment at the change in the normally cheerful deer, Melissa nodded a little. Then, feeling things getting a bit awkward, he smiled. "And if they give you a hard time, I can come beat them up for you."
This brought a loud giggle from the female, as much from imagining him trashing the loud mouths as knowing he was really too kind-hearted to hurt anyone. "Well, I'll keep it in mind. Can't really protect me too much, though. Might start looking like you really are my boyfriend."
"And that would be a bad thing?" he asked in a teasing tone of voice.
She shrugged a little, throwing the backpack over her shoulder. She didn't know why, but she could feel her cheeks heating up. Standing, she offered him another smile and a soft "Thanks again," before hurrying off to her next class, feeling confused by what had just happened.
* * *
The rest of the day when uneventfully enough, managing to keep from tripping or dropping anything. As usual, she and Trent met when school ended, having walked home with one another for years, usually stopping off at her house to do homework together. His family lived nearby anyway. Sometimes they went there for a change of scene, but her room tended to be a little cleaner.
Getting inside, the two of them headed up the stairs after saying hello to her mom. They were in her room a little while later, tossing their packs onto the bed and seating themselves on the floor. Breaking out their books, they started working, occasionally assisting one another when they got hung up. Or more accurately, she would help him when he got stuck, though she wasn't really keeping track.
After a while, she stood up, stretching for a moment or two, then dropping her arms to her sides again. "I think I'm going to take a shower," she said, starting for the door. "Just circle anything you have trouble with."
"Yep. I know the drill."
Smiling, she headed outside, going down the hallway to the bathroom. Shedding her clothing, she turned on the water, looking into the mirror as she waited for it to heat up. Her eyes traveled over herself, analyzing all of the shortcomings she imagined she in her body. In her eyes, she was much too skinny in most places, and it made the other spots where she actually had a bit of width look abnormally large. In truth, though, she was just not used to her new body. She was very well proportioned for a doe, with slim legs, curved hips and torso, and pert C cup breasts. Not to mention a very pretty face with deep, soulful brown eyes. She saw none of it, though, just shaking her head sadly and stepping into the water. In no time at all she had finished her shower, toweling off and wrapping the towel around herself, bunched under the armpits so it would stay on. Coming back into the room, she shook her head to swing her hair a little, smiling.
"Ah.... Now that feels better. So, find anything else you have a question on?" After a pause, she looked down at Trent, who was just staring at her for some reason. "...Trent? Something wrong?"
Coming out of his daze, he quickly shook his head. "Er... No. I mean, yes! Um.... No, nothing's wrong, but I do have a question...."
She looked confused for a moment, knowing that something was different with her friend, though she couldn't tell what it was. Shrugging, she lay down on her stomach next to him, propping herself up on her elbows and lifting her feet into the air. "Which one is it?" When he pointed, she glanced over the problem, nodding a little. "Just add these two here and subtract the difference. Not too hard, right?... Trent?"
Again, his eyes were fixed on her, looking down the front of her towel, though she didn't manage to determine where his gaze was going before he pulled it quickly back up to her face, his cheeks turning red. Muttering something about his mom needing help with dinner and finishing his homework later, he stuffed his books back into his bag and hurried out, leaving Melissa more confused than ever.
* * *
She managed not to drop anything the next day, and didn't even so much as stumble. In some way, she was too busy thinking about the strange events of the day before. In no time at all, the day was over, and it was time to meet up with Trent again for the walk home. Things were a little awkward, just nodding a greeting and walking silently. When they got to her house, she started up the walk to the door, going a few steps before she realized he wasn't with her anymore. Looking back, she found him standing at the edge of the walkway, the oddest look on his face. She couldn't quite figure out what emotion it was....
"Hey, you know...," Trent said, still with that same strange expression. "I think I'll head on home today. Most of my supplies are there anyway."
She tilted her head. "But... there's always been plenty of things in my room I can spare...."
Shrugging, he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder "Still.... I'd really just prefer going straight home today."
"Oh, well, that's fine. Just let me go get some stuff."
"I mean alone.... Sorry. I guess I'm not feeling well. See you tomorrow."
Before she could say anything else, he had turned away and started walking towards his house. She watched him leave, then headed up to her room, not even noticing the greeting from her mother before closing the door and slumping onto her bed, feeling strangely empty....
* * *
The next day was a weekend, luckily. She didn't really feel like going anywhere. Instead, she opted for laying around in her underwear and watching television. Most of the day passed like that, just letting time slip away. Then, around three there was a knock on her door. She was used to her mother seeing her in her underwear, so she didn't bother covering herself. Hearing the door open, she glanced up to find out what it was she wanted, but was alarmed when, instead of her mother, it was Trent who stood in the doorway. Yelping, she leapt off her bed, hiding behind it.
"Oh!! Trent! I wasn't...."
Blushing slightly, he turned his head away politely. "Oops! Sorry. Your mom said you'd been in here all day, but I didn't know you weren't dressed. Anyway... I just came to apologize for how I've been acting recently."
Pulling a blanket from her bed, the doe wrapped it around herself. When she was satisfied modesty was properly served, she came back around the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "Well, you have been acting a little unusual recently.... I've been kinda worried about you."
"Yeah.... Well, it's kinda... hard to explain...." Moving in a little closer, he sat down on the edge of the bed, a respectful distance away from her. "It's just... well.... You've gotten... so attractive recently. Your face... your voice... your... body. Even when you trip and drop your books.... It's so cute! And it's gotten even worse recently. I just started running because... I didn't want to... do anything stupid.... Risk hurting our friendship. I couldn't stand losing you."
Melissa blinked a little, eyes locked with his, more confused than before he started his explanation. "I don't.... What do you mean?... Lose me?... Where am I going?"
Sighing softly, the male turned his gaze downwards towards his lap. "What I'm saying is... well... I've really started to develop... feelings for you...."
Her eyes scanned his, almost not wanting to believe what she was hearing, in case she was misunderstanding him. "Feelings...?"
Reaching out, he slid his hand under the blanket, gently rubbing her thigh. She could feel her breath rush into her lungs, unable to let it back out again. It was like the touch was an electric shock, leaving her skin tingling where his hand had been. Meanwhile, Trent leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping in volume, expression sincere.
"I'm falling in love with you, Mel. You just mean so much to me. I hope you feel the same.... Or at least will still let me walk home with you and hang out sometimes...."
Shocked, she couldn't think of anything to say. She just looked at him wide eyed, mouth open a little. Cautiously, he moved in closer, until his nose almost touched hers. She stood her ground, watching it all unfold as if observing from a distance. There was a moment's pause, then he leaned in the rest of the way, lips pressing together as his hand slid along her thigh. For a moment she just sat there, then gradually started to kiss him back. A shiver ran through the doe's body as she felt his hand sliding father along her thigh, over her hip, and up the curves of her side. Gently, he rubbed against the side of her breast, though not going any further than that, continuing to kiss her. The doe considered for a little while, probing the emotions she was feeling for guidance, then reached up hesitantly, unclipping her bra. As it slid off, she reflexively pulled the blanket around herself, just as he turned his eyes away, until they both remembered she'd done it on purpose. His eyes traveled back to her as she slid the blanket off her shoulders. As it slid down her back, her upper body was exposed to him. She blushed hard, but sat quietly, watching him to see where he'd go from there.
Reaching out, his hand started to gently rub over her newly exposed breast, giving her another tender kiss as he shyly started to rub her nipple. It brought a gasp of pleasure from her, the flesh starting to harden and stand up. She could even feel a sensation of warmth spreading from her loins, accompanied by a hint of wetness. It all felt so good... so right. She felt tempted to keep going... to take off the last piece of clothing she had left and surrender herself to him.... But she couldn't. Not here.... Not now.
Blushing, she pulled back a little, starting to cover herself with the blanket again. "We can't.... My mom...." She glanced towards the door, almost as if expecting her to come in any moment.
"Oh, yeah," Trent replied, the doe's statement triggering his memory. "About that.... Your mom said to tell you she's going to her sister's.... She'll be back late, and not to wait up for her. I'm not... saying that to convince you to do anything.... If you're not ready, I don't want to rush you."
Hearing that, she blushed hard, unable to find any other reason not to go on. She wanted him more with each passing moment. There was no question in her mind that she did indeed love him too, and wanted him to be her first. She'd even thought about it once or twice herself, but always dismissed it, thinking he wouldn't be interested.
As she came back out of her thoughts, she smiled and nodded her thanks for passing on the message. There was a little more hesitation, then she lifted herself a little, slipping off her panties. She could feel her face burning, but she had no regrets about her actions. Her eyes watched his, trying to see if he still thought she was pretty with her clothing off too, and if he was as eager for more as she was. It was apparent from the look on his face, though, that he did like what he saw. There was even a hint of awe in his expression. He quickly shrugged off his shirt, scooting in closer and sliding his hand up her thigh again as he kissed her.
Naked, her entire body seemed even more sensitive to his touch, breathing speeding up a little as his hand traveled higher up her body, going from knee to hip and back down again. It started on her outer thigh, working inwards with each stroke until it moved teasingly close to the soft petals of her quivering flower. For a moment or two they hung there, hesitating, then finally slid the rest of the way, touching the swollen lips and gently rubbing then. She immediately broke the kiss and moaned as she felt it, leaning backwards a little and allowing her thin legs to open a little wider. Taking the invitation, his fingers started to slide a little ways into her, rubbing the inner lips of her delicate sex and seeking out the sensitive nub hidden towards the top. At the same time, he took advantage of the freedom his mouth had just gotten to kiss down her jaw line, along her collarbone, and over the soft curve of her breast. Once there, he took her hardened nipple between his lips and started gently sucking on it. Each breast received equal attention, kissing and licking here and there while his fingers worked her slit. Then, once he was satisfied with the results, he kissed back up her neck, lips meeting once again in a passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Melissa opened her mouth a bit to gently trace her tongue across his lips, which he also opened, their tongues dancing against one another. At the same time, she reached down further to undo his pants, slowly laying back on the bed while he leaned farther in. With a little effort she managed to get the top of his pants open, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. He helped by pulling them the rest of the way off, crawling closer to her on his knees. Naturally, her eyes drifted downwards, getting her first real look at a penis that wasn't just a picture in a sex-ed book. The doe's already large brown orbs widened a little more as she took in the sight. It was much larger than she'd imagined it....
Noticing the nervous expression on her face, he bent over the doe to gently kiss her. "We don't have to if you're not sure."
Nodding, she looked up into his eyes timidly. "Im sure. I want to. Just... not too fast...."
Smiling lovingly, he reached down, hooking his hands under her knees and pulling her legs open. Then, he moved in closer, lowering himself onto her. Positioning the head of his shaft against her yielding womanhood, he started to push in slowly. She gasped, feeling him glide in until he reached her final barrier. The shared a moment, gazing into each other's eyes and kissing passionately, then he took her arms and wrapped them around himself.
"Hold on to me.... This will hurt a little."
Nodding, she clung to him, closing her eyes. Letting his weight do the work, he sank farther into her, a bit of tension building until there was a rip, accompanied by Melissa tensing and crying out in pain. She squeezed him tightly, whimpering softly as he tried to soothe her with whispered encouragement. Little by little, he eased the rest of himself in, resting in her arms and kissing lovingly. Again, they just shared the moment of being joined for the first time, kissing each other and gasping a little as every little movement sent a rush of pleasure through them both. Going from there, he started to roll his hips, sliding himself in and out of her as he reached up to wipe away her tears.
Soft moans came from her as she felt him moving inside her. Each time they connected, it was like she could feel his emotions surging through her. She could even see him flinching a little as if he could feel the same pain and discomfort she was experiencing from her first time, though the pleasure was much greater, and growing little by little until the pain was completely wiped out. And yet it still continued to grow until she could hardly stand it anymore.
"I feel... like... I'm going to... explode!" she moaned, feeling each thrust sliding deep inside her.
"Mm.... Just... let it... go!" he replied, grunting as he sped up even more.
Doing as he suggested, she stopped holding back, feeling an instant sensation of pleasure surging through her. Arching her back and hugging tightly to him, she let out a cry of happiness that time, writhing as the jolts of her very first orgasm burned through her body. A few quick thrusts later, Trent's voice joined hers in a moan of ecstacy, eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face. Then, the feelings began to fade for both of them, relaxing together. They didn't immediately separate, instead opting to lay against one another, the buck tenderly stroking some sweat soaked hair from her forehead. Then, kissing her tenderly, he pulled a blanket over their bodies, resting and closing their eyes as they basked in the afterglow. Things certainly would never be the same between them, but her outlook was bright. Now, she knew what love meant.