Jaymi

Never wrote smut before, also barely ever read any... Wish me luck, lol.

I'm writing this as a side project so i don't get bored of my main WIP :)

A twenty-year-old college student without ambitions, and the epitome of romantic oblivion. That’d be the kind way to describe me. My love life? Non-existent. I hadn't even neared the edge of the dating pool, let alone taken a dive.

Then there's my best friend, Allen. Same age, same school, but when it came to romance, we might as well have been from different planets.  If his love life were a game, he'd be the undisputed champ, while I’d be stuck at the tutorial.

I swear, Allen's love life read like the script of a whacky harem. He’d have more dates lined up in a week than there were days on the calendar. It’s like he was living in his own personal fairytale, while I was stuck in the background, playing the role of the awkward best friend.

One day, Allen finally had enough of my romantic innocence. My virginity, he claimed, was a national tragedy. “Sex is the secret ingredient to happiness and success in life,” was his motto. Frankly, I couldn’t fathom what all the fuss was about. Sure, I once shared a quick kiss with a girl, but it was for a dare, orchestrated by her giggling friends. So the only thing I gained from it was a crimson flush and an embarrassing bulge in my jeans.

A-anyway. Allen decided it was time for me to break free from my loveless bubble, so he dragged me along to a mixer. As we walked in, it was just the two of us, facing off against a quartet of girls who looked like they stepped out of a magazine cover. At first, I couldn't help but wonder if Allen expected us to pair off and take two of them home each. But deep down, I knew my best friend wasn't that naïve. No, Allen had always been one step ahead in the game of love. So, it dawned on me: he was planning to charm not two, but three of them into taking them to a nearby love-hotel. And if things went south for me, well, then Allen would have a fourth girl.

But my pride wouldn’t allow that. Just one, I thought. I just need to focus on one of these girls, take her outside, tell her I’m not feeling well, and go home. Then I’ll tell Allen I had sex with her, and he’ll never call me a virgin again!

It was a crafty scheme, one born out of desperation to shed the dreaded label of virginity. I was willing to resort to any means necessary to achieve this goal, well, except for, you know… actually having sex.

At least, that was how it all went in my head.

“H-how did I end up here?” I muttered under my breath.

I was at a nearby love hotel with one of the girls, Ann. She was an absolute babe, her wavy hair falling on her shoulders. She was the shortest out of the four and felt the least intimidating to talk out of all the girls. That’s right, I didn’t choose her because I thought she was the prettiest out of the four; it was quite the opposite, actually. The three other girls were even more beautiful, so beautiful that they seemed unapproachable. Girls like that were better left for Allen.

They’re probably going at it right now, huh?

Meanwhile, I sat on the side of the bed alone. The moment we came in, Ann said she had to go to the bathroom,  “To go powder my nose,” she called it.

She’s been in there for quite some time now. Did she ditch me? No, I would’ve seen her leave the room if that was the case. Or did she jump out of the window? Even more impossible, this is the sixth—no, seventh floor. So unless she got a sudden urge for an impromptu skydive, she should still be in tha—

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice when the bathroom door creaked open again, revealing Ann's naked form. It took me longer to react than it took for the bulge in my pants to make its presence known. Face flaming, I quickly adjusted myself, attempting to hide my embarrassment.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Ann's voice shattered the awkward silence I'd created.

"Y-you look… very b-beautiful," I stammered, mentally kicking myself for my lack of eloquence.

Idiot! Get it together! This isn't the time for stuttering!

I stood up, accidentally drawing attention to the growing bulge in my pants. "Ann!" I blurted out, a bit too loudly. "Your naked body is really nice to look at!" I declared, my attempt at flattery falling flat.

An eyebrow arched, Ann instinctively covered her breasts with her arms. It was painfully clear—I'd messed up. Though what exactly I'd done wrong eluded me, her reaction spoke volumes.

Defeated, I slumped back onto the bed, my gaze fixed on my fumbling fingers. "S-sorry," I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

Ann's confusion morphed into frustration. "Gaaargh! screw this shy-girl act!" she exclaimed. "Hey, you."

"M-me?"

"Yes, you! You damn virgin! Who else is in this room besides us?"

"…Sorry."

"And stop apologizing!"

"Sor—I mean, okay."

"Now, are we gonna do this or what?"

I swallowed hard, my nerves escalating as Ann's intentions became clear. "A-are you sure you wanna do this with me?" I ventured, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

But Ann's eyes shimmered with an undeniable hunger. "Get those clothes off, now," she purred, her tone dripping with desire. "Or I'll strip you myself."

With trembling hands, I fumbled with the buttons and zippers, my nerves getting the best of me as I struggled to undress. But my clumsy attempts only seemed to fuel Ann's impatience, and before I knew it, she was taking matters into her own hands.

With a boldness that took my breath away, she stepped forward and began to peel away my clothes, her touch sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. In mere moments, I stood before her, completely exposed, my heart racing with a heady mix of fear and anticipation.

But when I hesitated, uncertain of what to do next, Ann wasted no time in taking control. Without a moment's pause, she leaned in, closing the distance between us, and pressed her lips to mine. It was a sudden, electrifying moment, and I felt a surge of arousal coursing through me as her touch ignited sensations I'd never experienced before.

As our lips locked in a passionate embrace, her hand found its way to my dick, where she unlocked a level of arousal in me that I hadn't known was even possible. The way she gently stroked it sent shivers down my spine.

But Ann wasn't just gonna let me bask in the sensation by myself. She broke the kiss, and her lips were now trailing down to my neck.  

"You can touch me too," she whispered in my ear, as her free hand guided mine to touch her waist.

I did as she said, and explored her soft curves, my fingers trembling with excitement. I felt myself becoming lost in the heat of the moment, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. In my delirium, I mistook this sensation for ecstasy, convinced that I was experiencing the pinnacle of pleasure that Allen would always talk about.

But as the darkness closed in around me, I realized the truth. This wasn't an orgasm—it was the icy grip of death, creeping in to claim me in my moment of vulnerability. And in that final, fleeting moment, as my world faded to black, I knew that this was how it would end— by succumbing to my nerves moments before finally losing my virginity.