Chapter 1: Finger Exercises
HR stares at the naked woman before him. Every inch of her was crafted to perfection. He just couldn’t understand how he got into this situation. He was in bed with this goddess, her bed. And she wanted him there. He replayed the last half year of his life in his mind, trying to piece together when he died and went to heaven.
-Flashback start-
Hilbane Reylynn started his time at the gym several months ago. He’d decided to start because when he asked a girl out, she said he was “too thin” for her, and he figured he needed to bulk up.
Not being accustomed to “gym culture,” Hilbane had a little bit of a time getting used to the routine. He couldn’t understand why the guys didn’t seem to care that they were naked in view of others in the men’s locker room.
The skinship of both the men and women was also a surprise. He’d been uncomfortably clasped on the back by more naked men than he’d be ready to admit and more than one woman has had to fix his form, basically pressing themselves up against him.
Speaking of the women, he also had to adjust quickly to the female body. In his 19 years of life, he’d had a few girlfriends and could count the number of times he’d had sex on one finger but this was a whole new playing field. A collection of the most beautiful and sexy women he’d ever seen were around him at all times in the gym.
They fell into 2 categories of dress, very short shorts or skin tight legging, both types wearing sports bras and little else. More than once he’s had to excuse himself from his exercises and take a break in the men’s room to reset.
All of this had not gone unnoticed. Both guys and girls alike loved to tease him for being so uncomfortable. When sparring with the ladies they would sometimes take extra long beating him, not putting nearly enough pressure on his joints to hurt or make him submit, but enough to keep him in place and hold him close to their bodies. The guys would do similar things in the ring, but mostly they would go out of their way to make conversation and interact with him while naked in the locker room.
In contrast, whenever he made any unintentional contact with someone he would apologize profusely, especially if it was a woman, and try to escape. The escape attempt usually ended in the person telling him “it’s fine” and pulling him close to have more fun bullying him. Because of his nervous energy and timid-ness around anything even slightly sexual he got the nickname HR.
This gym didn’t have gendered training, as they believed they were training the members for a real fight. In real fights you don’t get the luxury of picking weight class or gender in your opponent. This meant there were lots of male and female interaction in the gym, at least when compared to other gyms, and they were not shy about sharing their relationships, or bodies, with each other.
Almost daily HR would enter the locker room and hear new stories of some hookup between two members, sometimes even more if they got worked up enough. During breaks, he’d hear the “gossip” (they were speaking clearly out loud and not really trying to hide it) from the women, openly ranking their experiences with other members. When comparing their comments to his single trist between the sheets it kinda made sense why she didn’t want to hang out again.
Hell, even a few times some guys and a handful of women have propositioned HR for an “after hours workout” but he always declined. He rejected the guys because he simply did not swing that way and he denied the women believing that none of the amazons that populated this gym could possibly view him in that way and were only pulling his leg some more. His denial didn’t mean they stopped trying.
He’d gotten cornered many a time by a few women (the main offenders being Allison, Jazmín, Flávia) rubbing his arms or back, saying that they could “teach him a few forms of ground work that only more… experienced members could teach.” and promising “they wouldn’t bite… much.” He would politely decline while overstating just how beautiful they were and would be met with faux disappointment, their eyes alight with sly excitement.
Sometimes he wished there was a real HR so he wouldn’t get harassed as much. But as much as it made him uncomfortable, female attention, especially attention from these goddesses, did feel good on some base level. They seemed harmless. Mostly.
HR was pretty weak when he started training, at least weak compared to everyone else. Over the past 4 months he’s gained a decent amount of muscle and drastically improved his fighting technique. Though the technique was due more to his partner and out of necessity.
Lai Chan, an air genasi from a renowned family, trained at this gym. She was a prodigy, learning different fighting styles at alarming speeds and at times giving even the masters trouble. Because of their relative ages, him being nineteen and her being twenty one, and their comparative builds, him being six two, 200lb, her being six three, 205lb they were often paired together for his training whenever she wasn’t training with the masters.
They decided that the best way for HR to learn was trial by fire. His trainer said it was akin to “teaching someone to swim by throwing them in the water with a shark.” He had yet to get a win on her, but he at the very least lasts more than 10 seconds against her. His defense is his best asset as he has to try his hardest to stall the inevitable loss against her. His good defense has won him a few wins against other members, even a few older and heavier ones. That’s how scary Lai Chan is.
Lai Chan was the exception to the rule in the gym. No one, man nor woman, has had any “after hours sessions” with her. Few have the balls to try and those who did were politely accepted with the most genuine smile they’ve ever seen. After a few dates/hangouts though they couldn’t get a read on her and decided to back off. They said that all she wanted to do was spar and train, never even hinting at “better activities.”
Today HR had one of his “hell days.” His schedule was filled with harsh training, sparring matches with his worst harassers, and to top it all off he had sparring with Lai Chan at the end.
The training went on as usual but the women treated him extra bad (or well depending on how you view it) today. Purposely using holds that had as much skin to skin contact as possible, letting him escape from holds to prolong the match, pretending to not notice whenever he tapped out, the whole nine yards. Jazmin was bold enough to gyrate atop of him while straddling him in full mount, giving him an impromptu lap dance. A man can only take so much.
Needless to say, he was both physically and emotionally exhausted by the time he got on the mat with Lia Chan, and despite her workload being double his and against better opponents, she barely looked tired. Her long, cloud like hair tied up, her blue skin with a healthy sheen to it, and her patented big smile. He prepared himself for another set of losses.
At least this one wouldn’t sexually assault him.
Unfortunately, the reverse couldn’t be said. During their matches he had a moment of weakness. After being climbed on and used by several women that day, Lai Chan was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
He let his guard down. Knowing he was in for some teasing whenever he interacted with the older women, he naturally raised his mental and emotional walls when they were around. Lai Chan, being both near his age and the nicest person he’s ever met, didn’t have those natural defenses in place.
He forgot that while she wouldn’t sexually assault him, he would still have plenty of skin to skin contact with the cutest girl he’s ever seen for extended periods of time. During the match he lost himself in the feeling of being manhandled by Lai Chan, feeling strangely safe in her strong arms. Until he felt something strange.
She had him in a rear naked choke. Luckily he had defended well enough to get an arm in there so that she wasn’t cutting off circulation, but the real problem was on his back. As usual her breasts were pressed into it, as he was used to by now, but what was concerning is that he felt two points where he swore something hard was poking into him. Makes sense, fighting tends to get the adrenaline going and the body has natural responses. But man was that distracting.
After escaping the choke, he got the advantage for a second and proceeded to get on top of her. Unfazed she quickly folded her body and wrapped her legs around his shoulders and neck, putting him in a triangle hold. Unfortunately as she tightened the hold it forced his head closer and closer to her groin. That’s when it happened.
He only lost control for a second, but it was enough. He caught a whiff of Lai Chan’s scent, emanating from her core. Her sweat and natural musk smelling sweet to the hormones that had been building all day under the persistent attacks of the women. He felt the blood rushing to his groin.
Now he was in a war on two fronts, half his brain focused on fighting Lai Chan and the other fighting his own body to try and stop the inevitable. Every time he told his little soldier to stand down his nose filled with another breath of Lai Chan, reminding the little guy what he was fighting for.
He ended up losing both fights. After barely escaping an arm bar, which had his arm pressed up against her squishy mounds, a few seconds of grappling ended with them in the worst possible position. Full mount.
Time slowed down as he realized there was a second pressure on his little man. More than the pressure of it straining against his shorts. A warm pressure. Her position had his dick sliding right up against her crotch. He felt her body tense at the contact.
At the same time, they both looked down at the physical connection. Him in horror in her in confusion. He heard from outside of the cage a variety of responses. Mostly it was laughing, but there were scattered jeers and oooo-ing from the spectators. A few of them whistled very suggestively.
After visually confirming the problem they locked eyes for a split second. In that second HR immediately tapped his hand on the ground three times and bucked Lai Chan off of him. The first time he’d ever managed to do that. Didn’t have time to celebrate though.
While the bucking worked, it also ground his dick into her crotch a bit in the moment, sending shivers down his spine and causing her to… moan? He looked over to her in confusion. Meeting her eyes he detected a hint of anger rising up behind her confusion. Nah, definitely a noise of disgust. The crowd on the other hand cheered.
He then jumped up and tried to cover himself while he ran to the locker room, feeling many people clap his back along the way. He ignored the hoots and cheers and made it to the locker room. He sat down in front of his locker on the bench and held his head in his hands.
If this was one of the usual offenders, it would just be another thing to tease him about. Truth be told it wasn’t even the first time he’d popped a boner mid match. His abusers were really attractive and good at what they do.
The guilt came from doing it to Lai Chan, one of the few people who hadn’t harassed him. There was no way he could look her in the eye ever again. As if she would talk to him in the first place.
HR decided to spend the last hour of this workout time hiding out in the locker room in shame. When the usual late crowd came in to get cleaned up, they naturally brought up and joked about the “Main event” of the day. The jokes were short lived though, as they quickly noticed that the usual embarrassment and awkwardness of HR had been replaced by depression.
In a rare moment of sincerity, several of the men try to cheer him up to no avail. They said things like “it happens to the best of us, kid” and “don’t think about it too much” but HR simply waved them off, wanting to brood in peace.
Wanting to make extra sure he would be the last one out HR waited 15 more minutes after the last guy left. Eventually the owner came into the locker room and crushed his spirits.
The owner rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit awkward to be the middleman here.
“Look kid, she’s not leaving until you come out and I can’t close up until you two leave. Wife’s gonna kill me if I come home late again so hurry up and take your lumps.”
Seeing HR’s blank face fill up with fear, the owner sighs and sits next to the young man. “Listen.” No response. “Look at me, kid.” HR meets his eyes.
“I already know the answer but just to be sure. Did you do it on purpose?”
HR’s eyes went wide. “Of course not!”
“Then you got nothing to worry about. Maybe she’ll take it as a compliment like Allison.” The boy grimaced at the memory.
“But I-”
“You didn’t do anything kid. Your body had a natural reaction and things got a bit awkward. Lai Chan’s a good girl. I’m one hundred percent sure if you explain yourself she’ll forgive you.” He clapped HR on the back and stands. “Come on, Wife’s getting angrier by the minute.”
HR packed up his bag and stood to leave. Other people shouldn’t have to suffer for his mistakes after all.
Upon leaving the locker room he is ambushed by Lai Chan, who had been leaning against the wall next to the entrance. She grabs his arm and wordlessly drags him out of the gym and into the street. He goes along willingly, waiting to suffer whatever she had in store, be it harsh words or a beating.
The night air sharpens his mind, cool and fresh, a stark contrast to the musty room he spent the past hour in. He recovers enough to resist slightly, causing Lai Chan to also stop and turn on him.
Looking at her face HR could only feel fear. It was around 10 pm, while the moon was out, her natural blue skin seemed to absorb all the light it could. The only things he could see clearly were her eye’s.
Her eyes were intense. She held his gaze, the fire from it singeing what little courage he had just built. HR noticed that she was panting as if she was tired, which was strange because she always seemed to have limitless stamina.
Lost in her eyes, he was startled when she spoke to him. Her voice was husky, with an animalistic edge to it.
“Why did you stop the fight?”
“Wh-what?”
Lai Chan grabbed him by his shoulders. She was using quite a bit of strength. She put her face barely two inches from his own. He could feel the heat of her panting on his face as he was forced to get a closer look at her eyes.
“Why did you stop the fight? We were having so much fun, then you stopped it!” the edge still there.
He figured she wanted him to admit guilt. “I stopped the fight because… you know. My penis, it was poking into you. Sorry about that by the way! I’m really really sorry and it won’t happen again!”
“But why’d you stop the fight? Doesn’t that happen when guys are having fun? I was having fun too! We were both having fun and feeling good so why’d you stop?” she sounded manic now.
Feeling good? This wasn’t the chewing out he was expecting. He thought he’d be beaten up or yelled at for being gross or both. He voices his concern.
“What do you mean feeling good?”
“You know! Feeling good. Like when you fight someone and grapple with them and you just get full of this energy! Then you fight harder and win. It’s super fun and you ruined it. Now I have all this-this energy and I don’t know what to do with it!” Was HR imagining things or did her face somehow get closer?
Something didn’t sit right with HR. Of course he knew about adrenaline and it did feel good to win but this sounded like something more. Currently locked in her grip he had no choice but to push forward. He couldn’t solve the problem without understanding it first.
“Sorry I don’t understand. Can you describe this feeling for me? Maybe if you tell me I can help.”
“I just described it. It’s like feeling good all over when fighting someone!”
Ok this was going nowhere. He needed to ask leading questions. “So when you have this feeling, you say it is when you are fighting someone right?’
“I said that already, yes.”
“Ok. Does it happen for everyone you fight?”
“No, only some people. No girls but some of the guys feel really good to fight.”
So it was gender based. “Would you say that you like the people that make you feel good to fight?”
Lai Chan lets out an exasperated sigh “Of course I like them, I like everyone in the gym.”
“No, no. Ok. If you had the choice to talk to let’s say Flavia or one of those guys that make you feel good. Which would you choose?”
She frowns a bit. “I guess I would choose to talk to the guy.”
It couldn’t be. “Ok, this feeling, where would you say it starts?”
Lai Chan takes one hand from his shoulder, and moves it down her abs. She rests it just under the last ab, where her pubic bone met her abdomen. “Right here. Then it spreads everywhere and makes me feel good.”
It must be something else. “And would you say you get this feeling, not just when you fight them but think about fighting them?”
The intensity rises slightly in her eyes. “Yes!”
“And do you have this feeling not just with people in the gym but with some guys you see outside the gym?”
“Yeah, I think about how fun they must be to fight!”
HR takes a deep breath. “Ok. Going back to the gym. You said there were some guys that gave you this feeling. Who are they?”
Lai Chan lists off six regulars of the gym. All attractive and fit men in their own right, and people he remembers Lai Chan requesting to fight pretty often. After the sixth name she says “And you.”
“Me?” She must be pulling his leg, like the others. Besides she always wins with relative ease. No way can he be her favorite to fight.
“Yeah, you’re my favorite to fight.” Her excitement turns back to anger as she remembers the entire point of this encounter. “And that’s why I’m mad that you stopped the fight when it was getting good!”
“Ok. Lai Chan. Just a few more questions.” he said, trying to distract her again.
“When you get this feeling while not at the gym, what do you do?”
“I go home and work out until it goes away.”
She what? “You do that every single time? Nothing else?”
“No? What else do I do?”
“What do you do when you have it at the gym, after you fight the person?”
“Usually I fight them then use that energy to train harder.”
“So every time you … feel good, you train?”
“Yes.” So that explains her rapid growth and killer shape.
Time to make absolutely sure his hypothesis was correct. “Lai Chan this is going to be a really personal question but I need to ask it to help you. You’ll answer it, right?” She nods. “Ok. When you get this feeling, in your gut, does your, um,” he hesitates a bit but her questioning eyes makes him push on. “Does your vagina get wet?”
“Yes!” Lai Chan gripped him tighter. “Wait, how come you know that?”
In for a penny, in for a pound. “Well. Like you said earlier, when a man’s … penis gets hard, it means he’s feeling the same, or at least a very similar, feeling.”
“So you feel the same way I do!” The grip turns into a tight hug. Feeling her body up against his again, smelling her again, he couldn’t suppress another erection.
Feeling him press up against her thigh she breaks the hug to look down and stare at his penis. “Look, it’s up again!” she meets his eyes again. The same intensity from before doubled in her gaze. “That means you want to fight right? Let’s go back to my place and fight!”
Lai Chan attempts to drag HR further down the street but once again he resists.
“Lai Chan, I have some more questions and I think you need to hear them.”
Lai Chan continues to try to drag HR down the street. “Fine but we are fighting afterwards. Can we at least go home first? It’s cold out here.”
She was right. She had been so close to him during their talk that he could feel her body heat and for what was missing his own embarrassment provided the heat on his skin. Now that she was a foot or so away, pulling on his arm he was able to feel the cool nip of the wind.
He agreed, letting her lead him back to her estate in the rich side of town. Coming from a lower middle-class family himself, HR could not even believe how big some of these houses were.
When entering the home, after being stared down by several guards, they went past a few of her sisters who seemed to be waiting for her. She breezed past them, dragging him along, simply telling them that they were going to fight in her room. HR doubts that they even heard her, their full attention on the stranger that their sister brought home.
Lai Chan leads HR deep into the house, past several obviously vacant rooms. Was this a house or a hotel? When they got to her room he couldn’t believe his eyes. Her room looked just as well, if not better, equipped than the gym, big enough to have a whole ring in it. Looking closely he noticed that her room was actually several rooms with the walls knocked out of them to make them into one giant room.
Seemingly forgetting the agreement, Lai Chan immediately heads over to the ring with barely contained excitement. HR dropped his bag near the door and instead sat on the edge of her bed, noticing there weren’t any chairs in the room and workout benches were not really the most comfortable seats.
Lai Chan remembers that there are more questions and plopped down on the bed next to HR, shoulders and hips touching. HR tensed up at the casual contact.
Deciding to speak first HR resumes his questioning. “Ok, so Lai Chan. we established that you have certain men that you like to fight right? And other men that you would like to fight. It feels really good to touch them and when you think about fighting them your…” He hesitates, still not comfortable talking like this. “Vagina gets wet. That’s everything right?”
“Yes! Can we fight now?” her impatience causing her to bounce her leg, adding extra stimulation to HR.
Here goes nothing. “Lai Chan that’s not wanting to fight someone. That’s being attracted to someone.”
“Attracted how?” she ponders his words for a second. “You mean like falling in love!?”
She can’t possibly be this naive. “No, no, not love. It’s a physical feeling, called being aroused. Like being hungry or sleepy. It’s completely natural to feel that way for someone you are physically attracted to.” Lai Chan nods along, seeming to understand the gist of his words.
“So when my body feels like this, I’m aroused?”
“Yes, exactly.” He can’t believe he’s having “the talk” with a woman two years his senior.
“Ok Lai Chan, I need you to answer me truthfully. Earlier when we were sparring, were you aroused?”
“Yes! I am right now too, so hurry up and finish so we can fight.”
“Well you just answered my next question.” He looked her in her eyes. Wait didn’t she say that she works out to get rid of the feeling?
“Lai Chan, do you know what masturbation is?”
She groaned, obviously impatient with all the questioning. “No, I don’t.”
Holy Shit. “Ok Lai Chan, I need you to pay attention. So what you are feeling right now is arousal. And I assume that whenever you work out while feeling this way, it eventually goes away but it never feels truly… resolved, right?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
Wait maybe he was getting ahead of himself. “You know what sex is right?”
“Of course I know what sex is. Boys stick their penis in a vagina then a baby comes out nine months later.”
Isn’t this girl older than him? “Ok Lai Chan, well, when you feel this… arousal there are usually three ways to deal with it. This first is waiting for it to go away, like you’ve been doing. The second is sex and the third masturbation. Masturbation is kinda like sex, but you do it alone.”
“But how can I have sex alone without a penis?” The innocence in her voice as she said that caused him to chuckle. “Hey! I’m serious.”
“Ok. Ok. Have you ever been intimate with anyone before?”
“You mean like kissing and all that stuff? No, you’re supposed to do that with your boyfriend but I’ve never had one. I don’t even know how to get one.”
If only she knew that she had every guy in that gym wrapped around her finger already. Or better yet maybe she didn’t need to know. Maybe this would be their little secret. She did say that he was her favorite.
“Ok Lai Chan, I’m gonna try something, I need you to trust me.”
“Ok.”
He turned his upper body to fully face her. He then grabbed and held one of her hands and put his face next to hers, close enough that they could feel each other’s breath. He felt her breath quicken and reached up to brush some hair out of her face.
“How do you feel right now?”
“I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. Can we pleeeeease fight now?”
Here goes nothing. “I got something better than a fight”
“Impos-” She was interrupted as he kissed her. The shock seemed to overload her consciousness but her body knew what to do on instinct. She readily and eagerly returned the kiss.
She pressed her body up against his, trying to gain as much pleasure from the interaction as it could.
Eventually HR had to separate them, Grabbing her shoulders and pushing her off of him. Her anger was immediate. “Why’d you stop again!? You keep making me feel good then stopping mid way!”
“Listen, I’m sorry but trust me, there are much better things than just making out.”
At this her excitement ascended to even further heights. “Like what? Tell me, tell me!”
“Well, when I said there are three ways to solve this problem, I may have been slightly wrong. There are plenty of in-between things two people can do that are not officially ‘sex.’ But they still feel very good and will help you relieve that pressure.”
“Hurry up and tell me!”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you. But first I need you to get undressed for me.”
For the first time since all of this began Lai Chan seemed skeptical. “My sisters told me not to get naked for just anyone who asks.”
Shit, is she twenty one or eight? “I’m not just anyone, am I Lai Chan?” Gods that sounded cheesy.
An obvious battle played out across her face. The rules her family instilled in her and the raging storm of arousal within.
“Fine, but I better not regret this.”
“Trust me, you won’t.” Big talk for a guy who had very limited sexual experience.
Without any grace or attempts to be sexy Lai Chan stood and disrobed. She pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing her breasts and their hard nubs. She then pulled both her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion and stepped out of them. She was fully nude in under ten seconds. She stood in front of him, hand on her hips in all her naked glory. It was better than he could even imagine.
It may not have been the slow, sexy motions he had in his dreams, but the sheer confidence of her movements more than enough made up for it. He noticed a slick sheen on her bald pussy. She noticed him looking and got slightly bashful, though not for the reason he expected.
“I know others have hair down there but we have to cut off most of my hair in order to make weight sometimes.” she grabs and holds the cloudlike braid to the side of her head. “I had to fight to keep this much.”
HR barely heard her. Still taking in her body his eyes traced the path of the natural tattoos on her skin. Genasi were always exotic to the elf but right now she was perfect. The tattoos having added depth and textures they curved around her toned body. She had plenty of muscle yet still had some fat in all the right places. He was in awe.
Noticing his staring she struck several poses and flexed her muscles. She worked very hard for her body and was proud of it. Not an ounce of shame in her.
Eventually though, Lai Chan waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Hello? What now?” With extreme effort HR tore his eyes off her body, raising it to meet her gaze again. Right, he was in control here. Time to act like it.
He stood up and walked over to Lai Chan surprising her with another kiss. This one he made sure to keep brief, not sure he could hold himself back if it went on any longer. This was about her, not him.
The kiss had the desired effect and made her much more docile. She practically melted in his arms. He led her over to the bed and laid her down gently. Once they were situated on the bed, her on her back and him lying to her side, he gave her one last kiss before speaking to her again.
“Ok, if we are gonna do this I need to set some ground rules.”
“Rules?” Her voice was very husky. He could tell she was close to snapping, and with as little knowledge as she had about sex, that could spell disaster for both of them. He wanted to make her first sexual encounter as special as possible.
“Yes rules. I need you to trust me, and I need you to follow these rules. Can you do that for me?”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
“Ok. Rule one, if anything hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable, physically or if you simply don’t want to do it, tell me and I’ll stop. This ends when you want it to end and not a second later.”
She nodded again.
“Two. I need you to let me take control. Just lay back and try to enjoy it as much as possible. This is all for you.”
She nodded again, then voiced a question of her own. “Are we about to have sex?”
Gods he wished. “No, no. I’m going to teach you how to masturbate. If you like it then we can discuss sex next time.” He hoped with all his heart there would be a next time.
“How can you teach me how to masturbate? Don’t I have to do it?”
“Well, I’m going to do some things to you, then you can do those same things to yourself later. I can’t imagine how wound up you are after over twenty years of not cumming once.”
“Cumming?”
“We’ll get to that. Rule three. Tell me what feels good for you. Every person is different and likes different things. Since we are both going in blind here I need you to tell me what feels good.”
“Ok. I will.” She sounded nervous. Only now did she seem to at least partially understand the gravity of the situation. Her body was laid bare to another person and she just gave him permission to touch her in any way he wanted. Even the proud and confident Lai Chan, undefeated in the ring, was nervous at that aspect. She was always the one in control, in or out of the ring.
And only now did HR realize the situation he himself was in. He had the cutest girl ever offering herself up to him on a silver platter. Any guy would jump on the opportunity and skip straight to sex, and he honestly couldn’t blame them. But he realized in their talks that she had absolutely no knowledge of anything sexual. She couldn’t even tell the difference between arousal and excitement. He would be violating his own namesake if he did anything uncouth to this poor girl during her (albeit late) sexual awakening. He liked to believe he was a nicer guy than that.
He was used to her excitement, she’s a very excitable girl. What wasn’t used to was the nervousness of her features. She looked so vulnerable on the bed, and it drove him crazy. But he held back, partly because of his conscience but equally because of his ego. This was the same girl who dominated him on the mat for the past five months with absolute confidence and ease. She even went as far to explain what she was doing to him and going to do to him while she did it. Now the tables were turned. He was the experienced one (when you compare his limited experience to her zero this was technically true) and she was the student. He wanted to savour the feeling of being in control for as long as possible.
HR then realized he might not be up to the task. But what if he did it wrong? What if he ruins her first sexual experience? What if she tells everyone at the gym and he gets kicked out? What if- He was snapped out of his tailspin because he met her eyes again. They had a need in them. A silent plea for something, anything to happen or else she was gonna burst. What kind of guy would he be to keep her waiting any longer? Worrying about it wont get either of them anywhere, time to live in the moment.
-Flashback end-
He swallows hard. “I’m gonna start now. Ok?”
She nods. “Ok.” her voice barely above a whisper.
Unable to resist himself he leans over again and kisses her while one hand grabs the back of her head. He feels her reach out to pull him closer but he grabs her wrist and places it back down beside her. He breaks the kiss to look into her eyes.
“Remember rule two?”
Embarrassed, she nods
“Good. So first, what you wanna do is get into the mood. Of course, we both know that you are currently in the mood but just to make sure you understand we will go over it.”
“Typically, you want some light touches on areas that feel good. For example.” With one hand he slowly pats her head, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. With his other he slowly reaches out and drags his fingertips along her abs.
He jumps a bit when her body tenses and she starts laughing very loudly. “That tickles!”
“Sorry, sorry. Maybe I went too light. Lets try that again.” This time he puts more pressure on his hand, this time slightly keading the muscles instead of grazing them. He feels them tense and relax repeatedly under his touch. “How’s this feel?”
“Mmmm” she gives a little moan “Good? It feels different. Not like when someone asks to touch my abs normally. It makes the feeling stronger.”
“That’s a good sign. Lets keep going. Next you wanna touch some erogenous zones.”
“Ero-what zones?”
“Places that make you feel really good. Usually for women some of the common ones are…” Here’s to hoping those locker room guys were not just all talk. Reciting what he could remember he reaches with the hand cradling her head and starts touching her earlobe. This action gets a more audible moan. He leans in close so she can feel his breath on her ear. “The ears…” he feels her shudder against him. His other hand slides up her abdomen and cups a breast. A breath catches in her throat as he starts massaging the mammary. “the breasts…” Feeling emboldened by her reactions he leans down past the ear and gives her collar bone a lick, savoring the taste of her sweat. “The neck…” The hand on the breast goes down to her legs, kneading her thigh muscles “the legs… and last but not least,” He reaches under her to give her bottom a squeeze. She jumps at the sensation. “And the ass.”
“You got all that?”
She looks as if she barely understands him. She melts into the bed under his assault on her body. She gives a barely perceptible nod. She’s too adorable not to be teased.
“That wasn’t too convincing. Lets go over it again to make sure.” He repeats the process again, this time putting more pressure in his hands.
This was almost as good as getting off himself. One arm cradling her against him while the other touched her all over. He feels her tense and relax against him, trying her hardest to suppress her moans. So damned cute.
A few times swore he heard some deep rumbling but that must just be his imagination. The blood in his ears or something.
After a few more minutes of this Lai Chan breaks the second rule again. Grabbing HR’s arm to stop his actions. “You said this was supposed to help! It just feels stronger now!” her voice desperate for some kind of release.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just you’re so cute I couldn’t help it.”
What’s this? Did she just blush? Turning her head away from HR. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?” he grins. “Calling you cute?”
“Yes… that.”
Recognizing the goldmine presented to him, he pulls her closer to him. Her head still turned, he can only see the blush on her cheek.
“But why? You’re cute Lai Chan.” She shudders. “Super cute. The cutest.”
“Stop it.”
“Why would someone so cute not want to be called cute? How can I just sit by and not tell her that she’s cute.”
She mumbles something too quiet to hear.
“What was that, cutie?”
“I said rule one! Stop it. Please. I’m not cute.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause I’m all muscles and can fight well. I’m not girly at all. I’m not cute or pretty or anything. I’m just strong.” This problem needed to be addressed.
“Look at me Lai Chan.” he scolds. She keeps her head turned. “Look.” her head stays put. Gently, he reaches over and cups her chin, turning her head toward him and meeting her gaze.
“I mean it Lai Chan. You are cute. You are a pretty, sexy, cute, hot, attractive woman. Having muscles or being strong does not negate any of that.”
After a moment she looks away again with a sigh. “Stop lying. You said you would help me get rid of this feeling but all you do is make it worse. And now you are saying all these nice things about me that aren’t true.”
“Listen, if it really bothers you that much I’ll stop. Just say the word.” he leaves her ample time for a response, but he doesn’t get one. “That’s what I thought…” he leans in close to her ear. “cutie.” Another shiver.
“Anyway it’s time for the main event so pay attention.” Lai Chan turns back to face him. “Once you are properly riled up, then you are gonna want to touch yourself.”
“Like what you just did? That only made it worse.”
“No not like that. When I say touch yourself I meant your vagina.”
“But why would I touch that? It’s dirty.”
“Its the most important spot for both sex and masturbation. You don’t want to feel like this forever do you?”
“No!”
“Then we have to touch it. Don’t worry, I got you. Remember the rules and trust me.” He resumes rubbing her head while his other hand travels down her body. He gets stopped by her legs tightly closed together.
“I need you to open your legs Lai chan.”
“Are you sure we have to do this?”
“Yes. It’ll feel really good.”
After a moment of hesitation she spreads her legs, allowing his hand to reach its goal.
“Ok well this is your vagina, obviously. From what I remember there are a few parts that feel really good to touch.” She gasps when his hand finally makes contact with her most private place.
“Wow, you are really wet.” His fingers slide effortlessly across her slick skin. “Anyway this part on the outside is a good place to start.” Rubs his fingers over her vagina. Kneading into the soft flesh. “Some girls can feel really good from just touching this part alone.” He does it for a few seconds, reveling in the feeling of her clinging to him in pleasure.
“And this is the most important part.” she slides his fingers up towards the top of her vagina, searching for her little nub. When he finds it he gives it a gentle nudge.
She lets out a moan, too surprised by the sensation to try to suppress it. With the moan came another, unmistakable sound. Thunder. Looks like her genasi bloodline gave her more than cloud hair and blue skin.
Lai Chan quickly covers her mouth, looking at HR with wide eyes. “Sorry!”
Her cuteness was downright diabolical. HR wanted to hear more. “Don’t be. Relax and enjoy it. If that happens again, then it happens. What matters most is that you feel good.” He moves her hands away from her mouth. She nods again. HR returns to his work with more fervor. At first he wanted to make her scream and moan, but this was much, much better.
This goes on for several minutes. HR experimented by touching different parts of her vagina in different ways he had heard vaguely described in the locker room. Harder and softer. Faster and slower. He showered her in compliments. She might not want to admit that she liked them but her body was honest. He overheard from the women that sex was mental as much as physical. They needed to feel special. His second hand rubbed her all over, looking for more erogenous zones.
He didn’t even have to use rule three, he got his answers because whenever he did something right he was rewarded by another moan and thunderclap. She had started thrusting her hips slightly, trying to get as much feeling from his fingers as possible. He never went inside though, sticking to the clit and rubbing her labia.
He could tell she was getting close, the time between thunderclaps became shorter and shorter. He slows down his motions, rubbing small circles around her clit, not enough to get her there but enough to keep the pleasure stable.
For the past few minutes her eyes had been closed, losing herself to the sensations HR was giving her. When he started slowing down she opened them, looking to him with a look of betrayal and desperation.
“Why’d you stop?” whined. Her voice carrying a low rumble behind it.
“Remember that cumming thing I mentioned earlier?” She nodded, desperate for him to get back to fingering her properly. “I think you are getting close to doing that. Do you feel that knot in your stomach, like something is about to break?” he speeds up his rubbing for a second before slowing back down, drawing another thunderclap from her.
“Yes, yes, please just keep going.”
“That means you are about to cum. When you do things are going to get pretty intense but don’t worry. I’ll be right here next to you the entire time. Don’t try to fight it, Ok?”
More desperate nodding. Time to finish this. He held her closer to his body, wanting to feel the moment she went over. He put his hand into high gear, massaging her clit relentlessly.
Her moans got loader and loader until the moment came. He heard her suck in a breath and go completely slack. He didn’t slow down his hand at all. Having heard from his gym pals that this makes it better he decided to try it.
He leans into her ear, his lips grazing it and whispers. “Cum for me.”
That’s exactly what she did. He felt all of her tense up against him. Then that tension exploded out of her. Her body convulsed while she let out an ear piercing scream that he was sure at least half the house heard. And if they didn’t hear the scream they for sure heard the thunderclap. Ignoring the ringing in his ears he kept up his motions, having heard that it feels better if you continue all the way through.
As she settled down, he slowed his hand until it stopped. Removing his hand from her crotch, he was shocked to see just how wet it was. Not finding a rag or anything available, he felt a bit guilty as he wiped it clean on the sheets.
“So… how was it?” His question falls on deft ears as he notices the soft rise and fall of her chest. Poor girl was so pent up she was already sleeping.
HR gently moved her under the covers and tucked her in, taking great care to not wake her, though he doubted he could with how deep she seemed to be sleeping.
Just as he finished up he heard knocking on the door. Fuck. He stalls for a bit, trying to find a way out of this situation. On the second round of knocking he figured that delaying would only make the problem worse. He walks over to the door and opens it.
“Um, Hello.”
He was met with her entire family and quite a few guards on the other side of the door. After confirming the safety of her daughter, the mother sends the family away because they were “scaring the poor boy.”
She walked HR to the front gate, all the while he apologized profusely. Once they got to the gate she simply looked at him and asked “Do you really regret what you did?”
He couldn’t bring himself to confirm it.
“Exactly. I’m not naive, both of you are young and had some fun. As long as you don’t hurt her it’s none of my business. Good night Hilbane.”
“How do you know my name?”
“She talks about you all the time. I hear you are improving pretty quickly, keep it up.” Her eyes travel down his body before going back up. “Also you might want to cover that up.” Meng Wei gives the boy a wink and turns back to her home.
HR looked down and noticed that he had a steel rod in his shorts. Had he really met her family for the first time pitching the biggest tent in his life?
He awkwardly shuffled home, unsuccessful in his attempts to get rid of it.