I giggled wildly. The look on his face was just priceless! He must have thought I had gone crazy - me, who's usually so calm and sane, laughing like a maniac after just two drinks and a couple of personal questions! At last I pulled myself together enough to answer. “I have,” I whispered back. “But it didn't really...” Now I was as tongue-tied as he was. “It didn't really do it for me.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “I don't think I ever really... got there. So I just stopped.”

  “I see,” he said. Looking thoughtful, he took another sip of his drink. “Did you want to get another?” he asked, seeming to want to bring the conversation back to a normal territory.

  “No, I think I've had enough!”

  We sat and talked for a few more minutes, and then he suggested going for a drive.

  “You shouldn't drink and drive,” I told him.

  “I've only had two, I'm fine,” he said. He seemed so sure of himself that I didn't want to sound childish by protesting anymore. I didn't tell him my head was already spinning from the two drinks I had had. Of course his tolerance was higher than mine, though! He's a head taller than me, and with all his muscle he probably weighs even more than I do.

  Once we were in the car, he was pretty quiet. Full of giggles, I tried to get him talking again, but he just gave me one-word answers to my questions.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “You'll see.”

  Taking a hint from him, I stopped laughing and just sat quietly. The road before us was blurring a little bit, but not as badly as it had been before. I glanced over at Asher from time to time, taking in his handsome profile. He was just too good-looking.

  I tried to keep track of the road ahead, but I had no idea where we were. We did seem to be going upwards, but that was all I could tell. The alcohol seemed to be wearing off, and I was finding this less and less funny. “Asher, where are we going?” I asked again.

  “We're here.”

  I peered out the window. We were nowhere. Well, we were on a hill, and there was a beautiful view of the city before us. Tall buildings with lit windows spread for miles around us, peaceful and silent the way they never were in the daytime. No other cars were around.

  “Where?” I asked again.

  “I found this place a few weeks ago, just driving around for fun. I thought it might be a good place to take a special lady one day,” he said, looking ahead instead of at me.

  My ears perked up for a moment, but then slouched down again. For a moment, I thought I could be the special lady he said he wanted to come here with - but he had said “one day.” Not today. Of course he didn't like me like that.

  I was silent. He turned to me, spreading his hands as if begging me for something. “Aren't you going to say anything to that?” he asked.

  “What am I supposed to say?” I said, looking at my lap.

  “Eden...” Hearing his tone, I looked up at him. His usual confidence was gone. “I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to say it, okay?”

  I stared at him, hoping against hope that what he was going to say was what I wanted to hear.

  “Eden, I like you. I like you a lot. I know you have a lot of guy friends, and you probably just see me as another one of them. But I can't just keep sitting here pretending like I'm okay with just being your friend when every day I have more and more of a crush on you.”

  My jaw had probably dropped open at that point. I gaped at him even more, unable to say a word.

  Fortunately, he wasn't done talking. “You are, quite simply, beautiful, intelligent, funny, and one of the most fascinating people I've ever met. And you don't even know it.” He paused, waiting to see if I would offer some kind of response. “So there it is, Eden. I like you. That's all I have to say, and if you want me to take you home now, I will.”

  “You...” I was at a complete loss for words. “I...”

  “Eden?” Asher was looking at me with concern.

  Unable to think of a single thing I could possibly say to explain how I felt, I leaned forward and kissed him.

  Yes, dear Diary, I did!

  I kissed him!

  My very first kiss! Let me tell you, my heart was pounding like crazy when I leaned in and did that, but after what he had just told me, I knew he wasn't going to pull away. After a moment, when I was able to relax and ignore the beating of my heart, I even started to enjoy it.

  To be honest, it didn't feel much different from when I used to squeeze my lips between two fingers to practice.

  Well, to be very honest, it's not so much “when I used to” as it is “when I did last week.”

  Anyway, his lips felt softer than my fingers ever did, plus there was the warmth of his face, and the taste of the beer he had been drinking... All in all, I’d definitely say kissing him was a lot better than kissing my fingers!

  I moved as close as I could towards him on my seat, and he did the same, running his fingers through my hair as we kissed more and more passionately. He was the one to pull away first, actually. “Does this mean you like me, too?” he asked quietly.

  “Of course I do!” I nearly shrieked. I wanted to restrain my emotions - half of me was convinced he was joking about liking me like that - but I didn't feel able to. “I didn't think you would ever like me.”

  He stroked my face. “How could I not like you? You're perfect.”

  I didn't want to tell him how I felt about me being so chubby and him being so attractive. So I just kissed him again - and then again. I was already starting to get the hang of it!

  “Do you want to get in the back seat?” he asked.

  I tensed up completely. What was he talking about? He knew fully well how inexperienced I was with sexual things - he had just asked me about that earlier that evening.

  Seeing the look on my face, he said immediately, “Not for that! Just to be more comfortable. And, you know, whatever you're comfortable with.”

  My heart was suddenly pounding again, but I reminded myself that this was Asher, the guy who had been my best friend for the past couple of months. I had nothing to be scared of.

  The moments as we each opened our doors, got out, and got into the back seat were some of the longest moments of my life. But at the end, it was just me sitting in the back of a car with my friend.

  We closed our respective doors, and Asher kissed me again. He took my long blonde ponytail in his hand and pulled out the elastic band, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. “I've wanted to touch your hair for so long,” he said softly.

  “You could've touched it,” I said, kissing his cheek. “You never even asked.”

  “There's a lot of things I want to touch...”

  Getting braver, I kissed down to his neck. There was something happening within me, and I wasn't sure what it was. My private parts felt funny, and my panties were uncomfortably wet. Was this what people meant when they talked about “being turned on”? When I had experimented by myself, I had never felt like this.

  I'm not so naive that I didn't know what he wanted to touch, but I wasn't sure about letting him do it.

  As he stroked my hair and my back, I noticed again how hairy his muscular arms were. What was up with that? They looked even hairier than usual. Maybe if he was my boyfriend, he would be willing to go get manscaped for me. I almost laughed then - I was definitely getting ahead of myself!

  For the moment, I had no idea what was going to happen in our relationship - but I knew how much I liked Asher, and somehow, incredibly, he seemed to like me back.

  Kissing me again, his hands slid under the hem of my T-shirt. I made a noise without even meaning to, and my hands raced to find his and stop them where they were. Even just touching me there, I was sure he would get turned off by all my too-curvy curves and realize what a mistake he had made in finding me attractive. There was no way I would ever take any of my clothes off with him.

  “What's wrong, Eden? Did I go too far?” he asked, concern on his face.

  “It's okay,” I said, avoiding his questions. “Just kiss me again.”

  He did, and we spent what felt like hours just kissing. It was dark outside, and kept getting darker as the sliver of the moon that had been out earlier receded into nothingness. I didn't need light to enjoy Asher, though. He felt just as good as he looked.

  At some point, he pulled back again to ask if I wanted to go home. “It's late,” he said. “I don't know if you have to be anywhere in the morning.”

  “I don't have to be anywhere, and I don't want to be anywhere except with you,” I told him.

  He looked at me, and I could tell he was struggling with what to say. “That might be a problem.”

  “What do you mean?” Where was the problem? I didn't want there to be any problems.

  “Well, I'm trying to be respectful and everything. And I understand you’ve never had sex, and I'm okay with that. I know it’s way too fast to try anything with you.” I bit my lip, wondering how he had come to know me so well, as he continued. “Thing is, I've been hard as a rock for the past hour, and it's starting to get a little painful.”

  I started to say something - I don't know what - but he cut me off.

  “I know you don't have a lot of experience, Eden, and that's okay. But I do want to do everything with you, I want to touch you everywhere, I want to be with you for real. So maybe it's best if we do go home.”

  I was quiet for another long moment. “I don’t want to say no to you,” I said. “I don’t think I’m ready for sex, but maybe we could try… some other things.”

  In the dark, I could hardly see him as he responded. “Then let's do some other things.”

  His hands went for my hem again, and again I stopped him. “Not yet,” I said. “I don't want you to see...”

  Then he understood. “But you have a gorgeous body.”

  My face tightened. He wouldn't think so if he had actually seen me naked. For the moment, though, I guided his hand to the buttons of my jeans. I still wasn't sure about anything, but maybe Asher could help me do something about those wet panties.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked. Even though his words showed that he was trying to restrain himself, his voice sounded eager.

  I wasn't, but I wasn't sure I didn't want it either. So I just nodded.

  He undid my pants in a flash, finding his way quickly to the damp spot. “You're so wet,” he said in awe. I giggled, not knowing what to say, and opened my legs wider for him to do whatever he wanted. I had no idea what to expect.

  His fingers felt good down there, even when they were just rubbing over my panties. My eyes closed and I sighed. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I'm not just okay,” I said. “I'm really good.”

  He laughed a little as he continued to explore my body, sliding his fingers under my panties now. I gasped out loud as he touched something. It felt unlike anything I had ever felt before, even when I had touched myself, and I couldn't keep myself from panting and gasping more. My breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing to me?” I demanded.

  “I'm just rubbing your clit,” he said, surprise in his voice.

  “My clit?”

  We looked at each other in the darkness, both seemingly thinking the other was crazy. “You don’t know what a clit was? I thought you had played with yourself before,” Asher finally said.

  “Of course I know what a clit is,” I said. But now I was feeling less sure of myself. “I just... I never tried it.”

  “When you played with yourself, you never touched your clit? That can’t have felt very good.”

  “No, it didn't,” I said. Compared to what Asher had been doing a moment ago, it hadn't felt like anything at all.

  “Don't worry, Eden,” he said. “I like that you're a little bit innocent.”

  Very innocent, I thought, but I didn't say it!

  “It actually kind of turns me on,” he continued.

  But then he started to move his fingers again, and I couldn't think about anything anymore. The feeling was just too good. Inside me, I was starting to crave something I had never knew I even wanted - something I never even knew existed.

  My head rolled back against the headrest, and my legs spread still further apart. I was getting wetter and wetter, and for the first time in my life, the hole inside me was begging to be filled.

  As if Asher could hear my thoughts, he pushed his hand lower. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but one that also felt good. “Holy crap, you're tight,” he said as if to himself.

  I moaned something, trying to respond, but I knew my words didn't make sense.

  “God, you're beautiful when you're turned on,” he said, his voice raspy now. Pulling his finger out of me, he returned to where he had been - my clit, I guess - and rubbed it again. I gasped out. It felt too good. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, to do everything to me. I wanted it all!

  I hate to think about what might have happened if we had kept going, but in just a few seconds of him doing that, something happened...

  Even now, I don't know how to describe it. I can't write down in words how it felt, because it was like something that wasn't even of this earth. All I can tell you is that my body seized up and my legs shook, and then all of a sudden all that tension was releasing, releasing, and it just went on and on and on.

  Yes, dear Diary, it happened. I had my very first orgasm!

  When it was over, Asher looked at me and laughed a little bit. I tell you, I must have really been amusing him that night. “I made you come,” he said. “It wasn't even hard.”

  “Congratulations,” I murmured, and reached for him so I could give him another long kiss.

  “No, congratulations to you,” he said, nuzzling into my neck.

  I kissed him again, feeling the desire already starting to build in me again. Then a thought crossed my mind: how must he be feeling right now? He had already told me he'd been hard for an hour. But I had never touched a dick before, much less gotten a guy off.

  Pushing away my fears, I reached for Asher's belt buckle. I had to be brave if I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. This time Asher didn't ask if it was okay; he just sat back with his eyes closed in anticipation. After fumbling with it for a second, I got it open, then unzipped his pants too. Before I knew it, I had my best friend's dick in my hand.

  Now what was I supposed to do? I had no idea, other than to stare at it. It was so funny-looking, big and hard, its base growing out of a dense thicket of hair. I really didn't understand how Asher could be so darn hairy!

  His eyes slowly opened. “You have no idea what to do, do you?”

  I shrugged, embarrassed, then shook my head. He knew what he was getting into when he brought me here.

  Wrapping his hand around my own, Asher showed me how to touch his dick. Then, together, we began to stroke it up and down. It was hard under my fingers, yet the skin was so soft. Almost immediately he began to groan. I guess he was pretty turned on.

  As we kept stroking him together, I noticed the hair on his stomach and his arms seemed to be growing longer and thicker right before my eyes. That couldn't be - could it? It was dark outside; I had to be imagining things.

  He let go of my hand, and I kept rubbing his dick on my own. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but his grunts reassured me that it at least felt good for him. His arms rippled in the dim light. It was as if they were changing somehow. Growing.

  “Go slower,” he said breathlessly. “I need to keep control of myself.”

  I didn't go slower. In fact, I jerked him faster. Harder. Gripping him with all the little muscle I had in my arm, and nipping at his hairy neck to get him even hotter. “I want you to lose control,” I whispered.

  As I stared at his face, looking for a reaction, one came that I wasn't expecting at all.

  Well, two things happened, actually.

  The first was that a spray of white liquid came out of the tip of his dick, getting all over his shirt and even hitting the roof of the car.

  The second was that his face tightened, and his features shifted.

  His ears shrank and got rounder. Hair sprouted out of his face where it hadn't been before. And his nose grew - grew until it looked more like a bear's nose - like a snout. His body seemed bigger than it had a moment earlier.

  Thick hair - fur - grew along his neck, all the way down to his chest.

  His mouth opened, and I caught a glimpse of sharp, pointed teeth.

  Letting go of his dick immediately, I opened my mouth as if to scream. But I wasn't even thinking fast enough to do that. Looking around wildly, I scooted across the seat and fumbled to open the door.

 

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