A teen’s disastrous first time leads to a night of wild, unexpected sex with his girlfriend’s older sister and her friend.
Chapter 1: A Promise of Moonlight
The air in Maria’s bedroom was thick with the scent of teenage anticipation and the faint, sweet perfume of vanilla that she always wore. It was a scent Asher had come to associate with her, a comforting aroma that usually made his heart beat a little faster with a simple, uncomplicated affection. Tonight, however, it was mingled with something else—the electric, almost palpable hum of a line about to be crossed. The only light came from a single string of fairy lights draped over her headboard, casting a warm, golden glow that made the room feel like a secret world, separate from the rest of the suburban house and the quiet street outside.
Asher sat on the edge of Maria’s bed, his hands clammy, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He was a junior, just like Maria, and in the grand, sprawling social ecosystem of Northwood High, they were that couple. The one that had been dating for what felt like an eternity in high school terms—seven months. They’d passed all the milestones: the first awkward date to the movies, the formal introduction to parents, the homecoming dance where they’d kissed under the glittering strobe lights. This was the final frontier. The one they’d whispered about, joked about, and planned for with a mixture of genuine excitement and sheer terror.
She nodded, finally looking up at him. Her eyes, a deep, rich brown, were wide with a mixture of fear and desire. “Yeah. Just… nervous. You?”
“Terrified,” he admitted with a lopsided grin that he hoped was more charming than terrified. “But in a good way, you know?”
She smiled back, a genuine, if tremulous, smile. “Yeah. I know.”
He leaned down and kissed her. It was a familiar kiss, one they had shared a hundred times, but tonight it was different. It was heavier, laden with the weight of intention. His lips moved against hers, soft and searching, and he felt her relax a little, her body melting into his. His hands slid up her arms, over the soft terrycloth of the robe, to her shoulders, and then to the tie at her waist.
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