Robin, Boy Virgin: Original Series

I lay Cora down on my bed. I could smell both the familiar smell of my bed and the exciting, girl sex smells of Cora. Cora moved her legs so that I could lie between them easily and I adjusted my body automatically, moving closer and further up her body. I lay down on top of her, partly leaning on her, but partly not. I was far too alive and awake to let my weight drop.

I held her face while we kissed. Cora and I have had gentle kisses. Cora and I have had passionate kisses. Cora and I have wet, hott, I-need-you-now, kisses. But we have never kissed like this. I can't quite explain it: it's like, the kissing isn't kissing: it's like talking or something. Like the kissing is the talking and our bodies are the kissing. I don't know.

I ran my hand up Cora’s side, directly underneath her shirt. I paused, to see if I could feel her tattoo. I couldn’t distinguish it; it felt no different than the rest of her skin. But I knew it was there, I knew it was under my fingertips anyway. I moved my hand up to her rib cage, thrilling in the feel of her soft, Cora skin.

Cora pressed her mouth harder against mine and held the back of my neck. Then her hand moved slightly from my neck to the collar of my shirt. I only needed the whisper of suggestion. I hooked my thumb on the back of my t shirt collar and started to pull my shirt off. Cora, oh God, immediately ran her hands up my stomach to my chest as the t-shirt material moved out of the way. I threw my shirt on the ground and leaned down to kiss her again, hard and passionate.

You have to understand, the way I feel about Cora meant that everything I did now, I needed to do. There was no real question of choosing or wanting (although my “want” for Cora burned something fierce), because I was long past having a say in the matter. My insanely powerful love for Cora, tinged with wild fire hormones, made me feel like I would die if I didn’t act out every impulse with passion. I know, it’s intense and poetic, but that’s how it honestly felt.

I moved both of my hands under Cora’s shirt, starting to push it upward. I wasn’t thinking about trying to get her shirt off, I just needed to feel her skin against mine. She arched her back slightly, pressing her stomach against mine. I reciprocated by ten folds, immediately pressing my abs against hers. Oh my G- I can’t fully explain how hott that moment of initial skin to skin contact felt. Cora stopped kissing me mid open-mouthed, tongues touching moment, and impatiently yanked her Pink Floyd t-shirt over her head.

Whoa! Black lace bra. I knew it! Cora cast her t-shirt aside on to the floor and reached up to wrap her arms my neck again. The refreshing and exciting chill of shirtless-ness made our kisses faster. Less tongue and less intense pressure, but the rapid kissing was just as sexy, I promise you. I could feel Cora run her hands over my shoulder blades and back up my neck. I actually felt her nails trailing against my skin as she pressed her hands along my shoulders. Holy-, it was so hott. Cora pressed her chest against mine and I had this abrupt need to take off her fantastic black bra. Whoa.

But something told me to hold off on that just yet. It didn’t feel right to get Cora… naked like that in full view of… what? My room? Pink Floyd? I don’t know. But I pulled my comforter out from under us and tugged the blanket over our tangled, teenage bodies. While I was at it, I reached out and turned off my side lamp. There. That was much better. The darkness plus the instant, swirling body heat felt like we had suddenly taken a big step in a sexual direction. I moved from kissing Cora’s mouth down her face to her neck. She seemed to need to catch her breath. Breathing wasn’t important to me, kissing Cora’s neck and tasting the skin of her throat was.

“Phew,” Cora breathed. The first exhale sounded like she was relieved and catching her breath. But I guess whatever I was doing to her neck was making her lose her breath still. I could hear her soft, short breathing near my ear and it was awesomely sexual. She gripped the back of my neck and that riled me up even more.

Cora’s hands moved from my neck and shoulders down the front of my chest, to my stomach to my general jeans zipper and belt buckle region. Whoa! A blinding spike of attraction shot through me as Cora undid my belt buckle. She didn’t whip it off or anything, just simply opened the buckle.

“Mm, your belt hurts,” Cora whispered. Her voice was breathless and husky, not calm and cool. I suddenly hated that damn belt; so I sat up on my knees and yanked the stupid thing out of my jeans. Cora reached up for me to return to her. I immediately went back to kissing her. It’s insane how that brief moment of taking off the belt actually made me feel deprived of Cora's kisses.

Cora kind of took me by surprise when she immediately slid her hands down the front of my chest again to my jeans’ zipper. Again, she just slowly and un-dramatically, undid the jeans’ button.

“Do my jeans hurt too?” I asked, taking my mouth away from her mouth to get the words out. My head was a total fog with the overload of hormones. I was partially being suggestive and partially asking seriously.

“Kind of, yeah,” I heard the smile in her voice. I opened my eyes so I could see the Cora smile. Even in the dark I could see it and it still made my heart pound. I kept looking her in the eye as I pulled off my jeans. It was true I still had boxers on, but I was practically naked. I mean, the most naked I've ever been with Cora... so far anyway.

I pressed myself against Cora, wondering in the back of my crazy in love brain how accurately she could feel my hard on with her jeans in the way and everything. And then, since her hands were still down near my stomach, and I was pressing my entire body against her, I could felt her hands undo her jeans. Holy-

I wasn’t thinking. This wasn’t a situation where you need to stop and think “hm, should I do this?” I just unzipped her jeans and started to pull them off her hips. Cora helped by arching her back a little and lifting her hips. Wow. That was a beautiful sight. I slid her jeans off her legs, taking care to pull a little harder where I’d noticed her jeans clung to her long gorgeous legs the tightest. And then, her jeans were off.

Oh those legs. Oh my God. I eagerly lay my body between them, pressing my chest to hers again and kissing her mouth. Cora bent one of her knees and pressed her inner thigh against my hip. I immediately ran my hand on her thigh. Oh wow, her body was incredible. I mean, it was just so lean and soft. I’ve seen Cora and her body around me practically every day for as long as I’ve known her, and while her body looks great in jeans and Pink Floyd t-shirts, it looks even better with no clothes. That long, lean frame was just so fantastic and so, so Cora. I pressed myself against her hard and moved my face to suck the life out of her neck again.

“Oh. Whoa. Holy shit,” Cora whispered, breathless. I took that as a compliment to my male ego, even though I couldn’t be sure that she was actually expressing her surprise at how fast we were moving. But she seemed not to be worrying about that as she quickly turned her head to kiss my mouth. I felt her tongue against mine and it gave me another blinding shock of attraction.

Cora snapped me out of it though when she broke away from kissing and raised her shoulders and neck, pressing her throat to my shoulder. Her neck was against mine and we were both breathing like we were dying, I swear to God. And then when I realized Cora was unhooking her bra and I nearly lost it. And by “it” I mean everything that “it” implies. Dead kittens, dead grandma, Sarah Jessica Parker, hitting someone with the car. Ok, we're, we're good.

Cora pulled her bra off her arms and dropped the beautiful thing carelessly on the floor. I didn't what I was expected to do, really. I mean porn videos aren’t exactly accurate portrayals of a man making actual, true love to a woman; and I’d never actually touched a girl’s full frontal, gloriously naked chest before. So I didn’t think, I just let my hands do whatever they needed to do while I kissed Cora’s mouth and sucked the life out of her neck. Whatever I did seemed to be alright. Cora didn’t push me away or stop moving against me or anything.

Let’s take a moment, please, for breasts. Wonderful things, both providing life for babies (and that's important duh) and for some strange but nonetheless great reason, providing a fantastically fool proof major turn on for us heterosexual men. They are truly awesome, regardless of size. You give a real, honest guy a pair of boobs A to freaking G size, and he will love them just the same.

I slid my tongue into Cora’s mouth while we kissed and I felt her breasts. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it at first, but I was moving between Cora’s legs in a sort of foreshadowing way for what my body was dying to do to her. Cora gripped my neck and arched her neck up when I lifted my chest and kind of hovered my top half above her while my lower half was pressed firmly against her. Whoaly shit. It needed a whole new word.

“Ah!” Cora moaned shortly, breaking her mouth away from mine. It was so sexual, oh my-

“Cor?” I whispered breathlessly, lowering my chest against her again and kissing her jaw bone near her ear. She wrapped arms around my shoulders.

“Please. I want to make love to you,” I went on, totally breathless and desperate for her. The second I said that, Cora’s arms moved away from my shoulders. She gripped the back of my neck and pressed her mouth against mine, in one long closed mouth kiss. I didn’t feel her reach down, but I felt it when she moved her hips and legs, pulling off her underwear.

Wow. I was quite literally on fire.

I wasted no time, yanking off my boxers and kicking them off my legs. Ok. Ok, ok alright. I’m totally naked and on top of Cora, who is also totally naked. She is gorgeous and wonderful and I am drowning in love with her and I can feel every girl line of hers when I press every single boy line of mine against her. Nothing is in the way, no clothes, no parents, no douche puppies, no senseless problems, no life obstacles. I am here and she is here and this is the pinnacle. This is freaking it, man.

Ok. Sex. Ok. Oh, God I wanted it and her so bad. You know, I do want to leave “God” out of it, but sex is such an intense experience, it rates right up there with religion and God. I know, right, fucking intense.

I breathed very carefully, my skin electric, as I slowly touched Cora between her legs. Yeah, Cora’s, Cora’s… vagina sounds too biological and generic. It’s Cora and the most intimate piece of her that would, hopefully, fit the most intimate piece of me. Wow. And, yes boy virgins of the world, there is an actual hole there and yes it does feel, surprisingly, like wonderful, warm, devour-it-now apple pie. Wow, just... whoa.

"Cor? Should I get a-?" I tried to ask about condoms, starting to lift myself off her a little. When you're entrenched in this situation, about to have sex with the person you're deeply in love with, even asking about freaking protection can't ruin the moment. Nothing short of the earth ending could ruin this moment right now.

"I'm on the pill, its fine," She said in a rush. "Don't leave," Cora pleaded, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her plea made my throat catch. I tried to breathe but it was hard as I leaned my head down to kiss Cora. I wouldn't leave her, I'd never leave her. Are you kidding me? Wild horses would have to drag me through the fucking desert. And even then, I'd been kicking against the stupid sand to stay with Cora.

I stopped kissing her because I needed to focus and my face just hovered above hers. As much as I love kissing Cora, I was about to have sex/make love to her, and that demanded all of my attention.

My breathing got even more careful, as if even my lungs were scared of doing something wrong. The way I felt then: I’ve never felt more like I was about to explode in my life. Not really, like, sexual explode. Like, yes, a huge roaring part of me was dying, needing, to make love to Cora, but another, still large part of me was scared, since I’d never done this before and didn’t want to screw it up. Especially not with Cora, because I love her and she deserves the wonderful feelings she gives to me given back to her.

I was looking in Cora’s eyes, reading every movement and expression of hers to make sure I did this ok. I very slowly started to ease myself into Cora. She helped me, moving gently against me to make the initial contact as smooth as possible. I guess. I, I don't know, I'm a little too busy to be analyzing things right now...

I didn’t need to do the dead kittens and Sarah Jessica Parker thing. On the one hand, yeah, I was still outrageously riled up (I have never been so turned on in my entire life, understandably), but again, that scared feeling was keeping my orgasm in check. Which I guess, is a good thing? I just moved really slowly. Cora was tight, that expression is actually literal I was discovering, and while it felt good (ok out of this world good) to me, I didn’t know how it felt to her.

However, Cora didn’t flinch or push me away or do anything that would suggest something was wrong. She breathed carefully too and gripped the back of my neck tightly. Not, not bad tightly just… really hott and turned on tightly. I continued to move slowly and my breathing got deeper. I don’t know if Cora’s breather got deeper before mine or after, it just seemed like we were breathing together.

Suddenly, Cora inhaled sharply, closing her eyes, and gripping my neck a little harder. I stopped moving, worried. She opened her eyes and oh wow. Even now, even though I’m in the midst of having sex with her, her blue eyes still make me just as crazy in love as always.

She touched my face. I stared into her eyes, trying desperately to figure out what to do.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, breathless, scared, and incredibly turned on. Cora nodded looking back into my eyes.

"Just... don’t be scared, Robin,” She told me. My eyes darted around, staring at her.

“I… are you sure… I’m not... like-?” I couldn’t get the words out. I know it sounds kind of egotistical, like I think I’m so big that I’m hurting her. But it’s not like that. It’s actually a legitimate panic and the last thing I want to do is hurt her-

“You’re perfect. Go. Don’t be scared,” She promised me, shaking her head slightly and then reaching up to pull my head down and then she kissed my jaw. “You’re perfect, Robin. Go. Please. I need you,” She breathed in my ear.

And the fear honestly disappeared completely. I don’t know how, I guess it was the combination of having sex, burning with attraction for Cora, loving her harder than I’ve ever loved anything, and her reassurance, that actually made me forget about worrying. I, the worrywart, stopped worrying entirely.

I pressed myself deep inside Cora. Her reaction was fantastic, holy-. She moaned in my ear. I moved slowly still, but very deliberately, deep inside her. I started a pace, still slow and deliberate, without really having to think about it. I leaned my forehead carefully against Cora’s and we started breathing together again. Once Cora understood my pace, her body moved with mine. And Whoaly mother-! That was something else entirely. I felt electric shocks go down my spine.

“Ah, aah. Ah, aah,” Cora’s soft moaning synced seamlessly with our movement. The beautiful “Ah!” breathed out on her sharp exhales and the beautiful “aah” came with the gasping inhales. It was indescribably awesome and, and beautiful.

I turned my head and my lips were near her ear. I started to move faster. Still deep, holy sh-, still deep inside Cora, just faster. I don’t know when the movement starts to count as thrusting or whatever, but I was suddenly aware I was doing it. Cora moved one of her legs, bending her knee and pressing her thigh up against my side. Her moans were starting to get louder and I was struck with appreciation that we were alone. I had her entirely alone, all to myself.

Cora gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my shoulders with the other. I could feel her nails start to erotically dig into my skin. I’ve never really fully understood that pain equated to pleasure thing. Until right now, when it made perfect, wonderful sense. I leaned my forehead against Cora’s and we were looking into each other’s eyes. Wow, the blue eyes didn’t blink and stared intensely right back at me. I hooked my hand around the back of her leg that was pressed up against my side to hold it there. Her fantastically intense moans when she was in this position tipped me off pretty clearly that this was, this was her climax position.

Whoaly wonderful fuck! I held the side of her face and felt my heart pound so incredibly hard and fast. Deep waves of an orgasm were fast building up in me, and Cora was trembling slightly and clinging to me for dear, hott, wonderful life. And, it was like, I wasn’t a boy and she wasn’t a girl and I wasn’t even Robin and she wasn’t even Cora. I was a man and she was a woman and then together we were one thing. Can you freaking believe that?! It was unbelievable! It was incredible was, was what it was!

“AH! Robin!!” Cora exclaimed. I’ve tried to describe ever feeling of this experience, but I can’t explain how it felt to have Cora come underneath me like that. I can’t describe how I even knew that she had, I mean she was already really wet and soft and turned on (more generic words, but accurate). But I just knew anyway.

And when I knew that, and I felt Cora releasing like that underneath me and around my body, it pushed me right over the edge and I came too.

“Cor!” Her name came out on my breath in a big, relieving rush as I gripped her body tightly and felt the last fantastic rip of orgasm flood out of me. Like, literally, yes, it flooded from my hot body into hers, but I’m talking about this deeper feeling too.

I breathed. Cora breathed. I kept leaning my forehead against her forehead. We were still and breathing heavily for a long moment and then I carefully eased myself out of her. Cora gasped just slightly when I finally pulled out all the way.

I didn’t move. I stayed lying on top of Cora, pressed against her and breathing hard. Cora’s arms were still around my shoulders and she didn’t move either. Now it didn’t feel as tantalizingly exciting to have my naked body against hers. I mean, it was still wonderful and fantastic, but now it felt completely... natural, I guess. My heart kept pounding away, pushing warm, oxygen rich blood to my muscles. I tried to keep my body from shaking: I don't know why it wanted to, but anyway, I successfully kept calming it down instead of letting myself tremble like a leaf.

“I love you, Cora. More than anything,” I said, my eyes closed. Cora sighed, and kissed along my cheek.

“I know, Boy Wonder. I know,” She whispered. “I love you too. Just as hard,” She said.