"...And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he did that! It was amazing, Lynn, you should try it!"
Lynn nearly spat out her orange juice. Her two friends—who we'll call Friend A and Friend B for this story—were chatting animatedly at the café table after school.
"A-Are you kidding?" stammered Lynn, feeling heat rise up her neck. "You guys did... that last weekend? Seriously?"
"Of course!" said Friend A with a mischievous smile. "We've been dating for six months, it was time. It's normal, you know?"
"Besides, when you really like someone, your body wants those things," added Friend B, toying with her spoon. "Though, well, it's different with you, right? We all know you and Rudel haven't... you know yet. It's pretty surprising, with how much you love each other."
A knot formed in Lynn's stomach.
(Are we that abnormal? We've been together for two years... but we only had our first kiss this year. Is that weird?)
"I-It's not an obligation, right?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"Not at all," replied Friend A, softening her tone. "I did it because I love him, and because it feels... incredibly good. When you touch each other, when you're so close you don't know where you end and he begins... ugh, it's hard to explain. But it's wonderful."
The word "touch" echoed in Lynn's head, followed by an involuntary image: Rudel's hands, those large, slightly calloused hands that always held hers so tenderly, exploring places no one else had seen. A shiver that wasn't unpleasant ran down her spine.
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Upon arriving home, Lynn locked her bedroom door and turned on her laptop with the determination of a researcher and the panic of a conspirator.
"First time sex hurt," "how to prepare for first time," "size does it matter?"
The results were overwhelming. Forums, medical articles, testimonials. She ventured into an anonymous chat and, with trembling fingers, typed:
[AnonymousUser23]: Hi. I'm new. Does the first time hurt a lot?
The responses started coming in.
[ExperiencedGuy88]: Depends on the girl. There are many factors: how tense she is, lubrication, the size of the guy's member, how tight the entrance is, dilation...
[CuriousGirl45]: And communication! You have to talk, go slow, use lube if needed. No mimicking porn, that's pure fantasy.
Lynn stared at the screen.
(Size? Entrance? Dilation? In adult movies it's just... put it in and that's it. Is there a whole science behind this?)
Her phone vibrated, pulling her out of the whirlwind of information. It was Rudel.
[Rudel]: Hey, Lynn. Are we still on for the movies this Friday? I bought tickets for the 6 PM show.
A sweet relief flooded her chest. There he was, her anchor in the hormonal storm.
[Lynn]: Yes, of course. See you at 5:30 at the station, as usual.
[Rudel]: Great. Oh, and... the usual? Please.
Lynn felt a silly smile spread across her face.
(This idiot...)
[Lynn]: You should stop asking for that. It's embarrassing.
[Rudel]: It's just for me. A reminder that you're my girlfriend. Come on!
With a fake exasperated sigh, Lynn stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room. She lifted her school uniform blouse, revealing the white lace bra she bought last week—secretly thinking of him—which barely contained her generous breasts. She took a picture from above, making sure the neckline and pronounced curve were visible, but without showing her face. She sent it.
A few seconds later, her phone almost exploded.
[Rudel]: OH MY GOD!!
[Rudel]: Lynn... that's... unfair! You're going to kill me!
[Lynn]: Hahaha. Idiot. If you show it to any of your friends or your brothers, I'll kill you. For real.
[Rudel]: Never. This is only for my eyes. It's my treasure. To see... how much they've grown.
[Lynn]: PERVERT! Good night. 🖤
She turned off the light and got into bed, hugging her pillow.
(We've been together for two years. Two years of holding hands, shy hugs, one clumsy but perfect first kiss this year... and these photos that started as a game and are now an addictive display of intimacy.)
She couldn't deny she liked sending them, seeing his reaction. But now, her friends' words and the chat research wouldn't leave her head.
(What will it be like? Will it hurt? What if... what if he doesn't like me that way?)
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On Friday, Lynn carefully chose her outfit: a pleated skirt a bit shorter than usual, thigh-high socks, and a loose sweater that, however, accentuated her figure when she moved in a certain way. Rudel, upon seeing her at the station, was speechless for a moment.
"You look... incredible," he managed to say, offering his hand, which she took instantly.
"You look good too," she replied, noticing how he had made an effort to dress up.
They decided to stop by a convenience store before the movie. While Rudel checked the drinks, Lynn slipped into a different aisle. And there it was: the personal care section. And on a low shelf, discreet, the packs of condoms.
Her heart began to pound. With a furtive glance around, she grabbed a box. "Extra thin, natural sensitivity." She read the specs on the back. (Standard size?). Her eyes drifted to another box. "Large." And then to another. "Extra Large."
(Huh? Do sizes like that really exist...?)
Her mind made a quick and terrifying comparative calculation, recalling vague impressions from brushing against him when hugging.
(No, don't think about that now!)
Without a second thought, she grabbed one pack of each type—standard, large, extra large—and hid them in her small backpack before Rudel found her.
"Find what you wanted?" he asked, approaching with two cans of coffee.
"N-Nothing! Just curiosity!" Lynn replied, too quickly, taking his arm. "Let's go, we'll be late!"
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During the movie—a romantic comedy she didn't register at all—Lynn's mind was a battlefield. The weight of the condoms in her backpack seemed to increase with each minute.
(What if we try? Today? There's the love hotel nearby... He never pressures me, but... what if he wants to and I don't realize?)
Anxiety mixed with a new, confusing but burning desire. Every time Rudel laughed beside her, his arm brushed against hers, sending a new shiver through her.
"Rudy," she whispered halfway through the movie.
"Hmm?"
"Don't... don't you want to go somewhere else after this? Somewhere... more private."
Rudel looked at her, his eyes widening slightly in the dim light.
"S-Sure. We can go to that new Coffee Shop that..."
"Not a Coffee Shop," she interrupted, her voice so low it was almost a breath.
With nervous movements, she opened her backpack, fumbled around, and put something in the palm of his hand, closing his fingers over it. It was the pack of "standard" condoms.
"I-I want to do something that... they say feels much better than kissing," she confessed, her face burning. "With you."
Rudel looked at the pack in his hand, then at her face, then at the pack again. He seemed to have stopped breathing.
"Lynn... are you... sure?"
"You don't want to?" she asked, a pang of insecurity piercing her.
His response was to stand up abruptly, taking her hand with a firmness that made her shiver.
"Let's go!" he said, and his voice sounded hoarse, urgent. "Now!"
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The love hotel room was simple, with a huge bed that suddenly seemed the most intimidating object in the world. The door closed with a definitive click. They stood facing each other, the sexual tension palpable in the air.
"I... I've never..." Rudel began.
"Me neither," said Lynn, laughing nervously. "Obviously."
(That relaxed him a little. They were on equal footing.)
"So then..." Rudel stepped closer, raising a hand to caress her cheek. "Do you really want this? With me."
Lynn, instead of answering with words, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. It wasn't a soft kiss like the previous ones. It was deep, slow, loaded with all the accumulated desire and curiosity. Their tongues met, and she felt a wave of moist heat between her legs.
(Ah... so this is what 'getting turned on' feels like.)
"Yes," she gasped as they separated. "With you. Only with you."
It was clumsy, there were nervous laughs and moments of "Wait, like this?". Rudel was painfully slow and careful, constantly asking her "Are you okay?" even when his own body trembled with need. When he finally entered her, there was a moment of sharp pain that made Lynn hold her breath, but he stopped, hugged her, and whispered nonsense in her ear until the tension melted, replaced by a strange and exciting feeling of fullness.
Then, the movement. Slow at first, then finding a rhythm. Lynn wrapped her legs around his back, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. Each thrust of his hips made her feel fuller, more connected to him. And then, something exploded inside her, a wave of pleasure so intense it made her scream his name, muffling the sound in his shoulder. Rudel, stimulated by her contractions, followed shortly after with a hoarse groan, collapsing on top of her but holding himself up with his arms so as not to crush her.
They lay there panting, intertwined, sweaty. Rudel, with a final effort, pulled away to dispose of the condom and then wrapped her in his arms again.
"You're... incredible," he murmured against her hair.
"You too," she whispered, snuggling against his chest, feeling a happiness so deep it almost hurt.
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A week later, at school, things were... different.
"Hey, Lynn," said Friend A, observing her curiously during lunch. "You look... radiant. Did something happen?"
"Huh? No, nothing," Lynn replied, taking a sip of her drink, but a silly smile escaped her.
(Of course something happened! Something wonderful! Several times that weekend!)
Her body felt different, more self-aware. And every time she saw Rudel in the hallways, a familiar warmth ignited in her belly. He was no longer just "my cute boyfriend." He was "the guy who knows me inside, literally."
That afternoon, Rudel was helping a teacher carry some heavy science books. Lynn saw him from the other end of the hallway, his arms tense under the weight, his profile concentrated.
(What broad shoulders he has...)
She crept up and, when the teacher left, whispered in his ear:
"Hey, Rudy. Today, the soccer team has a practice match outside of school. The gym storage room will be empty for almost two hours after school..." She slipped her hand into her skirt pocket and pulled out a condom, showing it to him for just a second. "Feel like... reviewing some 'practical anatomy'?"
Rudel almost dropped the books. He turned to her, and his eyes met Lynn's. And there it was: that look of his, bright, full of such deep affection and such clear desire that his pupils seemed to have transformed into small, enamored hearts.
"B-But, Lynn..." he swallowed. "Since the other day... for some reason, you keep looking at me with those heart-shaped eyes whenever you want to... do it."
"And what's wrong with that?" she asked, blushing but not looking away, her breasts—which he knew so well now—pressing inadvertently against his arm. "My boyfriend is incredibly attractive, especially when he's... focused. Can't I desire him?"
Rudel looked around. The hallway was empty. He tilted his head and gave her a quick but passionate kiss on the lips.
"The storage room. After school. Don't be late," he whispered, his voice laden with the same promise that made Lynn's knees feel weak.
"I don't plan on missing it," she replied, and as she walked back to her class, her heart sang.
(This is just the beginning, right? Our story, of a couple who finally discovered the best part of being together, is only just starting.)
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I'd like to write more stories about Lynn as a high school student. By the way, her clothing style is that of a gyaru, so you can already guess who this special gift is for: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8896151?q=honolulu_%28kancolle%29