The Puppy

[lynx]

Tries to think of something, cheeks already tinged pink. "A...ano...um...."

He looked away. "Erm, describe your first time in detail?" Hopes the other doesn't do it! Mentally begs for him to not do it! Oh dearie him, he just didn't want...

He was a little frightened.

[.xander;;]

[WARNING WARNING EXPLICIT POST]

xander noticed the faint blush, which grew steadily stronger, in dr. katze's cheeks. call him crazy, but he would bet money on the doctor's virgin status. the guy even had this look on his face that clearly said, "oh please no!" ohoho. xander was going to have so much fun with this.

it was spring break (when all occurrences such as this take place, of course) of '03, he began oh-so sincerely. matt doyle was throwing one of his great crack parties at his parents' cabin in the mountains. now, when i say cabin, you think immediately of a little wooden cottage on the top of a cute little hill in the alps. no, katzi, dear, this was a motherfucking ski resort, only it wasn't actually a ski resort. anyway, our class was a relatively small one, no larger than one hundred freshmen. ah, being fourteen. those were some good times. i'm terribly sorry; i seem to keep getting off track. matt's parents' cabin was enormous enough to fit the entire class, and of course the cool kids in the upper classes. the part that is relevant to this, though, is that even the losers like me got invited. mind you, this was about a two-hour drive from our town. but as the teachers would say, 'carpooling is cool.'

so, summary thus far: ski resort cabin. insane party. about eighty crazy teenagers. crack, pot, meth, and twenty different kinds of alchohol. no adults for about fifty miles.

xander showed the doctor his board, erased it, began writing again.

remember how i said i was a loser? well, apparently kate hendrix didn't think so. not halfway through the night, we were completely wasted (okay, that's a lie; we were among the few not wasted) and ready to have some fun. we weren't really sure where to go to be alone together, but we found some kind of bedroom after a bit of searching. it was kind of awkward at first, the both of us being fourteen-year-old virigns, but soon the romantic mountain atmosphere rained itself upon us.

you said you wanted every detail, yes? alright. xander was having a little too much fun with this improv...

naturally, it began with a wonderfully passionate kiss. french, of course. oh, right, details, sorry. i recall a lot of saliva, and when i shoved my tongue a little too far down her throat, she bit me. not too hard, but it hurt for a couple of days nonetheless.

as we were choking on one another's tongues, we heatedly removed our clothing, or rather, each other's clothing. at this point we were sprawled on the king-sized bed in our underwear. i was wearing my slayer boxers (yes, those exist), which she thought was totally hot. her butterfly panties and bikini were not too shabby either. i believe they were green and purple. well, i suppose the colors of the panties don't matter. what did at that point was how much she enjoyed being fingered through them, and in turn with them removed. have you ever felt a woman's clitoris, lynx? you should try it some time, it's actually quite nice. tastes good too. not like chicken, though. that's bs.

show. erase. write. xander had a distant, nostalgic look on his face. he appeared to be in his happy place once again.

but of course, even a nice dinner and blowjob can get dull if there is no actual intercourse involved. we had been in the room maybe twenty minutes at most when we were both fully naked (except she still had her pink striped socks on) and decided to fuck. i'll tell you, doctor, there is no better feeling than having your erect, pulsating dick penetrate a hot, wet vagina. well, i take that back. there is no better feeling than hammering your dick repeatedly into that vagina and eventually releasing your man fluids into it. can you believe i was lucky enough to know that feeling when i was fourteen? ah, kate. that was an amazing night, really it was.

in conclusion, we shortly afterwards fell asleep in each other's arms and went home the following morning. mind, we had enjoyed ourselves so much that we started to go out. if you can believe it, i had a number of nights just as good as that one.

xander resisted the urge to wink suggestively. god, he was glad he could improvise even a bit convincingly. better to appear to fondly recall "kate" than actually and painfully recall julie.

[lynx]

Dr. Katze unfortunately read every single word, and his cheeks were so red at the moment; yes, red. He looked so embarrassed, and ended up burying his face in his hands unable to do more than that. The quack doctor just shook his head a moment or two, glad he couldn't imagine the least bit, but. Well, you see, Dr. Katze was a virgin and hearing about this sexual experience was just painful.

So he was set aflame face-wise.

Poor thing. He was freaked. Peeking up through his blue eyes, the very childish doctor was still bright-red. "...You know... Never time I say ANYTHING like that, just pet the dog instead!" Voice squeaked. Poor Katze.

Seriously, pity him. He didn't even jack-off and watch porn like normal men.

[.xander;;]

xander blinked innocently at dr. katze.

i just thought i'd cooperate for once, he said with a genuine little smile. i thought you'd be happy with me, katzi. he had on this completely innocent face, like he was a cute little puppy just waiting for lynx's approval in his latest escapade.

in actuality, xander was currently in love with himself. he had to admit, it was pretty sly of him to make up that story. it helped too that katze had no sexual experience of his own, which made him either too embarrassed or too uninformed to doubt him.

[lynx]

Just too embarrassed to question him, but a thought popped into his head--he shoved it aside for another time. The man just covered his face fully, shaking his head. This was just horrible.

"Next time when I say something like that--don't take that route!" A squeak of noise, oh this was the worst thing the other could've done.

And he knew it, didn't he?

[.xander;;]

fff. fuck yeah he knew it. why the hell else would he have done it? katze got to torture xander every day, and it was quite refreshing to xander to be on the other end of the whip. he could certainly get used to this.

but lynx was still blushing insanely and scolding him for doing as he was told. xander gave the therapist this pathetic little pout, almost like saying "i was only trying to please you... </3"

[lynx]

Peeks at him, a knowing look. "Oh don't give me that face Xander, we both know that you enjoyed every single second of that telling!" A squeak of voice, he hid his face again in shame.

There was a wonder at what Stan thought too, but, sometimes... you just had to know y'know?

MEANIE XANNY!

[.xander;;]

well, honestly, stan didn't rightly give two shits. you see, he was not as gullible or...inexperienced as lynx. ... presumably, anyway.

xander was beginning to feel that he had had enough fun thus far today... then something else crossed his mind.

what about you, katzi? he wrote with an innocent smile.

[lynx]

If Lynx could hate, he would at that very moment. He calmed himself, taking in a few deep breaths.

"...I...I have...I haven't done anything, Xander. I-I-I haven't even kissed someone yet." Wow, talk about Captian Purity over there. Poor thing hadn't even kissed! He really needed to get shagged, seriously.

[.xander;;]

xander faked the most dramatic [and incidentally totally silent] gasp he could muster.

what? he asked with an incredulous expression. a refined, charming stud such as you has never had a girlfriend? oh katzi, this will never do. we need to find you a woman, pronto, before you spontaneously lose your manhood. sage nod.