Blossom 🌸

ARLO 🌀

"You really want to do this?"

She seemed sure, just laying there on my bed twirling a condom packet between her fingers. This was a no-brainer for her. She wanted it and she was confusing my reality with my reputation, believing I wanted it too. Did I want it?

Of course I fucking did.

Blossom was hot as fuck and she was on my bed, wearing my soccer jersey after showing me what was underneath. But it's different for me.

She made me suddenly aware of my whole entire body, unlike I ever have been before.

My heart, it pounded and made my pulse race. Half of that was fueled by anxiety and fear, the other half was filled with excitement and nerves. My dick, it was begging me to go over there and give her what she wanted, what we both wanted. It was hard and honestly uncomfortable, just throbbing behind my sweatpants in the most obvious way.

But my mind?

It ran over every outcome and in this moment, non of them were good.

What if doing this right now, unlocked a door I could never go back through?

What if this level of intimacy, emotion and connection kick-started my bipolar disorder like a stack of dominoes?

But what if it didn't?

I felt like I had a lot to lose, and not just my virginity.

If I did this, it had to be worth it. Worth risking it all.

I looked at her, not masking the fear behind my eyes. Her soft hair tumbled down past her shoulders and freckles dotted her face like a beautiful stary night. She was so naturally radiant and gorgeous. I wasn't just attracted to her. I was into everyone of her layers. I had feelings for her that ran deeper than just how pretty she was or how hot her body looked.

She was worth the risk.

So I walked closer to the bed slowly, still not feeling one hundred percent sure.

Apparently, I was too slow for her. She was impatient, like she had denied herself of me for too long and now it surpassed want and went straight to need. She hooked her hands into the waistband of my sweatpants and yanked me closer to her. My knees fell down onto the bed.

"Woah," I gasped "Slow down."

She was different. Like braver than usual, more demanding and open about what she wanted. I had never seen this side to her and it made me question everything.

"Are you sure 'cause you're bolder than usual and something feels off?"

She gazed up at me like a lovesick puppy and I could feel myself blushing. I wasn't sure I wanted but I also didn't want to tell her that. The reasons for me not wanting it were totally different than the average virgins and it would just confuse everything, make things awkward.

She pushed me down on the mattress and shimmied lower. Her face was level with my crotch, her hands resting either side of my body and her eyes seeking permission to continue.

"You want to stop?" She asked.

I don't know.

She tugged on my sweatpants, dipping them ever so slightly to reveal the top of Pinocchio's hat.

"Because I really don't want to stop." She admitted fearlessly.

She continued lowering my pants.

Shit.

I slapped my hands down her hands, halting them and she looked up at me, her brows knitting together with confusion.

"Blossom, I took a shit load of pills and I think they're making me a little woo! woo!"

"You don't want to—"

"No I want to. Fuck, I want to so badly but —" God, I couldn't explain this to her. She wouldn't understand where my fear stemmed from and I really didn't want tell her. "— is this even real?"

She pulled my pants lower and my body sprung to life right before her eyes, I could tell by her expression that she was surprised by how much larger and leaner it was than at the hotel but she didn't hesitate to grab it. I jolted in shock and my mouth fell open.

"Woah! Okay! It's real. It's real."

She studied my dick like the sight of it in her hand was abnormal, it just stood there. She didn't attempt to move it or do anything with it. She just held it, staring mesmerized like it was a puzzle she needed to figure out.

"I can't believe I'm toughing it, oh my gosh! I'm touching it!" She exclaimed and then proceeded to wave it around in her hand like a damn joystick, no clue what to do after getting this far. My body shuddered with the uncomfortable feeling.

I edged myself upwards and rested on my elbows, staring at her blankly.

"That's not really a reaction guys want." Her innocent blue eyes lifted to meet mine and then I clasped my hand around hers, enclosing her with my warmth. "Try this."

We both gasped, me through pleasure and her through shock. I guided her hand movements up and down slowly. Showing her where to add pressure to her grip, the rhythm speed and everything  else I liked.

Then I removed my hand so she could put my teachings into practice. I doubted she would make me cum, it was her first hand job, obviously. I didn't want her to feel bad so I told her a small white lie.

"I jerked off just before you called, it might take me a while."  I smirked at her.

I watched her hand move up and down my shaft, it actually felt surprisingly amazing. Having someone else do that to you felt way different than doing it to yourself. She was pumping away all that anxiety and fear. I forgot what I was even worried about.

Blossom was getting me off and I fucking loved it.