The limits of Porn
#1 of Spilt Milk
This story contains characters that are under the legal age for sex (depending on where you live I think it is for most of America.) and as such, those who are offended by such topics should turn away now.
Sorry for the long exposition, I'm thinking of making this one a series and I have to get all the "scene setting" out of the way.
Rob was a Bengal Tiger of the tender age of 16. Rob was also in huge trouble. "What do you mean you don't know why it got there?" boomed the furious voice of Rob's mother, a 32 year-old white tiger with a red temper. "It's obvious what you were doing. Did you not think I'd find out about this?" she continued with a tone that bluntly described that the only way that this could get even slightly less unbearable was to give the right answer. Problem was there wasn't one to give.
"Ayeidntinkoodindou" came the unintelligible, mumbled reply that didn't so much come out of Rob's mouth but peeked out, looked around and slunk for the living room door.
"What was that?" Rob's mother queried in a tone so icy that the first response squeaked and bolted down the drive. Suddenly, in a rush of hormones, rebellion flared.
"I didn't think you'd find out" Rob roared in response "It was a porn-site mom, whoppity dippity bloody do. I'm sixteen. I'm a man now. I find girls attractive. Is that so hard to comprehend?"
"Well, you seem to forget mister ‘man' that women deserve respect and you should not disrespect them by viewing them parade about naked. How would you feel if your cousin, Gemma, did that?"
"Well that's her choice to make as was the actors in the movie. You know, you just don't get the fact that I'm growing up. You can't take the fact that I'm going to leave this house someday. In fact, just so I can cool down I'm going out for a while. I'll be back for dinner." This last phrase fell from anger to resent as Rob went out the door of his house in not so much as a stomp as a very determined walk. Already dressed for outside-wear in the crisp autumn sun, as he decided to buy some bread for his mother right before the argument occurred. His dress was a dark-green zip-up hooded fleece, a pair of beige combats and a long-sleeved t-shirt of a band he liked.
Kicking a stone as he went, his thoughts went to what he should have said to his mother, to the fact that she just didn't get how she couldn't understand that guys had to look at porn as a part of growing up and, finally, to site itself. He remembered perfectly, the lionesses roaring in delight, the cameraman egging them along and the overall... perfection of it all. ‘When I lose my virginity, I'll make the girl roar even louder' Rob thought with confidence. ‘It'll be perfect. I'll just kiss her a bit and then she'll be begging me to do her and she'd love it and I'd be "no need to thank me baby, you were alright yourself"'.
By this time he had wondered into the playground near his place and was sitting in a swing, gently moving back and forth lost in thoughts and of wild dreams.
As usual, these thoughts would have gone on until he had to go in for his dinner. But, suddenly, he felt someone's arms wrap around him as a raspberry was blown right next to his ear. "What's up, stinky butt?" and that phrase could only mean one thing, his next-door neighbour and life-long friend, Stacy, had followed him to the park without him noticing... again.
"Hi Stace, nothing much just had a fight with my mom." He replied to the greeting that's stuck with the pair for 12 years.
"Yeah I heard, you pervert" Stacy teased as she let go of Rob and plopped down in the swing beside him. Stacy was a white rabbit with brown hair. Today she wore her favourite pair of white runners with dark blue, fitted jeans and a yellow jumper with a purple butterfly on the front.
"I'm not, I was just... curious about... you know" was the strained response. Talking to Stacy about anything personal was awkward because it'd be like telling your sister about porn and masturbation.
"Oh come on. I doubt very much it was your first time watching porn, it was just the first time you were caught" this statement got a nervous laugh.
"Thought so. Anyway, how did your mom find out? OHMIGOSH! She didn't catch you..." Stacy blurted as her paws flew to her mouth.
"NO! No! No no! No!" Rob quickly garbled just to get the image out of his head. "I just forgot to delete the browsing history on my computer and she saw it."
"Oh, that's ok then. Are you mad at her?" Sympathy creeping into Stacy's voice.
"Nah, I just don't know why she flipped out like that. I mean, it's not like I was doing anything really wrong, looking at porn's natural. It just means I'm interested in girls and I'm getting old enough for more mature relationships. Right?" Rob said, looking to Stacy for some validation.
"Well, the way I see it, maybe she knows that and she's just making sure you know what a mature relationship really is instead of thinking it's only about sex."
"Well, I know that but I don't see why she should make sex such a big secret. Better having some knowledge and fixing whatever's wrong than being ignorant."
"I think sex is something that you should find out for yourself because everyone's different." Stacy said in a kind but finalising tone. With this, she stood up, stepped over to Rob and pulled him off the swing into a hug.
"Thanks Stace" Rob sighed, happy that he could always rely on Stacy to be his conscience.
"No problem" came the equally contented reply "hey, since you have to go in for your dinner, can I come over and get those books you borrowed off me?" Rob thought about it and said "sure, that is, if I still have a dinner to go to". So off they went back to their street talking, joking, shoving and generally being a pair of goofs.
When the two of them returned home, they were greeted by an empty house. A quick scan of the fridge revealed a note stuck there by a magnet.
‘Rob', it read, ‘I've gone over to Aunt May's for a few hours. I left money under the phone so you can order pizza or whatever. I'll be home around 9 or 9:30. DON'T do anything stupid while I'm away. â€" Mom.'
"Ouch" whistled Stacy as she read the note over Rob's shoulder "I wonder what ‘stupid' means" she facetiously wondered aloud.
"Shaddup" came the disgruntled reply "so, seeming I'm here alone, want to stick around for a while?"
"Sure I'll just grab the books, bring them home and grab my new PS3 game. It's the new NBA oooonnnneeee" the last word was put into a tantalising sing-song voice as Stacy knew that was game that Rob wanted most.
"Ok, the books're on my desk, I'll order meanwhile k?" Stacy nodded and turned around to leave but then she stopped, turned around again and placed her paw on Rob's shoulder with a concerned look on her face "are you ok?" she mewled softly.
Rob, not unused to such an action, responded "yeah thanks, just don't think I'll go easy on you".
The sympathetic face twisted into a malicious smile, "good so flooring you will give me some fun at least". Stacey returned a couple minutes later, hung her jumper with Rob's coat revealing a plain, pink shirt. "Ready?" the twisted smile returned also.
"Oh it is so on girl".
After a few hours, a few pizzas and a few games; the pair were sitting back, watching TV when Stacy, out of nowhere, placed a paw on Rob's face and guided it to hers for a kiss. Rob, not resisting, opened his mouth and snaked his tongue into Stacy's. Stacy returned the favour and Rob openly welcomed the sweet invasion of his privacy but pulled away right before he leaned in to hold Stacy, just to make sure that he read the signs right. The two looked into each others' eyes and with out a single word, wrapped their arms around each other to resume what they were doing.
Rob decided to lean Stacy back into the couch. With this, Stacy pushed Rob away, hooked her paws under his shirt and pulled it off him. Rob didn't have much time to be shocked before he was pulled into another kiss, their tongues wrestling for domination, neither quite winning
When Rob pulled away for air, Stacy lunged for his neck, kissing it slowly, leaving a tingling sensation wherever her lips just left. Rob just let his head droop his breathing becoming distinctly faster and sharper. Stacy continued to kiss Rob's neck as she let her paw lazily trace down Rob's body until it reached the noticeable erection being poorly hidden by his trousers despite their looseness. Rob, unable to just sit there for much longer, tore his friend's shirt over her head and shoved his face into Stacey's chest. But before he could return the pleasure he got, Stacy pushed his head back "I'm always telling you that if want to do something do it right or not at all" she mock chastised.
All Rob could manage was a sheepish grin and a low slow laugh. "What might that be" he said and instantly regretted ‘smooth rob real smooth' he mentally kicked himself.
Rolling her eyes, Stacy sighed "thank the gods that you're good looking" she muttered as she reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and took it off.
Hoping to rectify his mistake, Rob replied "you're very cute yourself" before he lent in to kiss her gently.
"Better" came the response as she pulled herself away to lie down in full on the couch. Rob could only stare as she began to pull down her jeans and panties in unison, reaching into the pocket for a foil square and tossing it at him before letting them drop to the ground with a muffled "thwup".
"You planned this?" asked Rob, astounded.
"You bet your sweet ass I did" She chided before beckoning him and letting her voice drop onto a more sultry tone.
"Come get me" she crooned but Rob could only look awkwardly confused at the condom he was holding.
"I... uh... I... never... you know?" he said indicating it.
"Well it's good I read the leaflet then" Stacy sighed, but with not that much exasperation in her tone for once. She sat back up, outside Rob's, unzipped his combats and jocks letting his, now painfully hard, erection spring out of it's cloth-prison. Opening the condom, she gently rolled it on and gave it a playful squeeze eliciting a grunt of electric surprise before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back down with her joined by a giggle, a laugh and a kiss. It was at this point Rob froze. He and his friends always talked how the first time was painful for a girl and was reluctant to hurt his friend.
As if she read his mind, Stacy whispered "it's ok, I want this".
"Ok, I'll be slow though I heard it helps".
"Perfect, it'll be as I always pictured it then" Stacy breathed. Before Rob could grasp what she meant by that, Stacy guided the tip of his penis to her opening. ‘It's really happening' was all that was running through both their heads as Rob, slowly but surely, worked his way into his friend's pussy while she squirmed in slight discomfort.
It wasn't long until Rob met the resistance he was dreading and Stacy let off a small squeak. Rob pushed up slightly so he rested on his elbows and began to stroke Stacy's hair and ears. "I'm ready" was all she could manage in a ‘not-so-sure' tone. The atmosphere dropped from one of fevered excitement to apprehension laced with small amounts of fear. Rob, thinking a better approach would be fast and painless, jumped his hips forward, tearing the membrane and now was fully in Stacy's passage.
Stacy gave a surprised yelp of pain when she felt a sharp spark come from her nether region and her eyes began to water. The next sensation was just as odd as her vision quickly became orange and then black until she realised that Rob had started nuzzling her and was saying "I'm sorry" over and over.
She ran her fingers through his luxurious fur and replied "it's ok; it wasn't as bad as I thought it was".
"Really?"
"Yeah, plus it's starting to feel really good now" and with that, the atmosphere started to rekindle it's sense of playfulness. The two started to kiss long and slow as Rob started to slide himself in and out of his, now even closer, friend. Stacy felt a moan form in her belly and flow like a treacle river up to her muzzle and, as she broke the kiss, it oozed from her mouth. Rob responded with a grunt and a long out-breath as he rested his face in Stacy's collar and picked up the pace. This action was not lost on Stacy whose insides started to crackle like a lightning cloud and her mouth became a torrent of guttural noises. While she pulled Rob's body closer, it became aflame as his whole mind raced with the inferno being translated up and down his frame the source being his member.
Stacy's body could no longer hold the intensity that coursed through her and the waves of her pleasure crashed and her body tightened. Crushed by the sudden tightening of Stacy's embrace and pussy, his own fire flared brilliantly as his felt his seed rush to the tip of his gland and explode out accompanied to the sound of his own cry; shortly followed by one of Stacy's. The pair kept thrusting out of reflex as they were both caught up in their own worlds.
As the feeling left them, Rob rolled of only to have Stacy roll partially onto his heaving chest. As they repositioned so that Rob was on the bottom, Stacy tried to lean up for one last kiss and only ended up flopping her head next to Rob and decided it was better to nuzzle his neck before falling gently asleep. Rob lasted a couple of minutes more stroking her hair and dealing with a new and pleasing feeling he had for his partner. He didn't need to say it or think the word. It was there; that was all that mattered. With this decision, he drifted off into a dream where the porn stars were replaced with a single friend and an unfathomable bond.