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  Ultra XXX: Vanilla #1

  Sophie Sin

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2012 Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Editor's Note:

  Vanilla is homage to the 'Vanilla' tag used on certain erotic comics (usually in the Hentai - Japanese erotic comics) category. It means 'sweet love' and is almost never dark in content (Fluffy happy bunnies for all, yeah.) This series will be 4 stories long and be followed by 4 stories focusing on 'NTR', which is a very different kettle of fish. Together the two series will make up Ultra XXX: Total Package #2. It will be a very Yin and Yang ride, I assure you. Enjoy!

  Jarrod Kane: Happy Man

  "My sweet love, Jessica! How I have come to love you so!"

  I hold her photo up to the light and smile. This is the love of my life. The virgin minx that I have managed to capture and today is the day that we will christen our joyful vanilla love for all to know.

  I stand up and walk to the wardrobe. This is my last year in high school. My birthday was only a short while ago and now I am legally able to have sex. The same is true for Jessica. She has just reached her 18th birthday on this very day. You can imagine my stress. The woman I love will finally be mine wholly.

  I flick open my phone and check my messages. There is nothing from her yet, except for a few roses and kisses from last night. She probably hasn't woken up at this early hour. It is 6:00am in the morning and school is due to start in another 2 hours. I, myself, could not sleep from the excitement. I wonder if she feels the same?

  A few flicks of a finger later, I log onto Twitter. My best friend James has logged on already and is first to post me and Jessica congratulations. He has also sent me a private message. It reads:

  "Tonight is the night! Are you two sorted?"

  I quickly message him back:

  "I'm nervous, but it is my first time, so I expect it to be so."

  I smile and push send. James is not a virgin himself. He has always been popular with the girls due to his devilishly good looks. I, for my part, am not so unhandsome myself with my square masculine jaw and honey warm brown eyes. It is perhaps odd that two young men with such different perspectives on the opposite sex (me being a relationship man and him being a man of many relationships), but we click. Simply, James is, honestly, a good man. I am proud to have such a friend.

  I flick through Twitter, check MySpace and upload a picture of myself smiling into the mirror o Flickr with the caption: The Best Day Of My Life!

  Looking into my eyes in the mirror, I know that it is. This is the moment that I have waited 3 years for after all.

  School Blues

  "James!" I wave excitedly as I stride through the front gates of the school, ignoring the looks of the young women around me, who know quite well that they cannot have me - I'm taken, after all, by the most beautiful girl in school.

  He turns from Sarah, his current love, and throws me his usual roguish smile.

  "Jarrod, you look excited."

  "Shouldn't I be? This could be the best day of my life!"

  Sarah giggles and rolls her eyes and I throw her a smile that makes her blush. It is no surprise, between me and James we are the school's two most handsome young men.

  "You should. It is about time that you two got it on."

  "Got it on? We are making love, love, love!"

  He cracks up and pats me on the back.

  "You are quite something, my friend. I have never met a man more obsessed with love."

  "Why not? A man should love fully and deeply."

  James looks to Sarah and winks, which makes her blush even more deeply.

  "Of course."

  We smile at each other in our own understandings of the world. This is the right way of men. Respect for all perspectives given and so much more.

  "Is she here yet?" I ask.

  James shrugs.

  "I haven't seen her yet. We have been waiting for you to turn up."

  "Thank you both. I hope she arrives soon. I want to wish her happy birthday."

  We turn our conversation to our weekends. I spent mine with Jessica in the park with a date at a cafe afterwards. It was exciting and fun.

  James, on the other hand, went to a few parties and then spent the night doing 'stuff', which I assume was sex - knowing him. It seems that the one he was having fun with was Sarah as her eyes widen fractionally on the mention of his entertainment.

  "Lucky you!" I proclaim as the school bell sounds.

  Hearing the clanging of the old bell, I look to the gate. Where is she?

  James gives me a concerned look. He knows I am worried.

  "She will come."

  He pats me on the back and we walk into the school. I hope she will be coming to class today.

  After School Rush

  I rush down the road. My home room teacher, who I interrogated the first opportunity I could (to his amusement), told me that Jessica's mother had called the school and told them that Jessica was sick today. It took all of my willpower to not rush out of school to her house to check on her. The poor girl must be in terrible pain to not come.

  Coming to her street, I quickly jog down the rows of houses and stop in front of her house. Her mother is just leaving as I put my hand up to knock on the door.

  "Jarrod. You looked flushed. Are you ok?"

  "Sorry, Mrs. Adams. I ran here from school."

  "Oh dear, you shouldn't have worried so much. She just has a little cold."

  My eyebrows crinkle together. I hope she is ok.

  "Is it alright if I go up and check on her?"

  "Of course. I'm off to do some shopping. She's up in her room."

  "Thanks, Mrs. Adams."

  She lets me through the front door and I wave goodbye to her as she pulls out of the driveway in the families mini-van.

  "I hope she's ok," I mutter to myself. Jessica is very precious to me.

  Taking the stairs quietly, so as not to disturb her if she is sleeping, I walk to the end of the hallway and stop in front of her door. I realize that I am alone in the house with the love of my life. For some reason that makes me stop at the door with my hand out, hovering over the knob. I'm alone in the house with Jessica who is now 18 too...

  I reach forward and turn the door knob. There is nothing to be worried about.

  She glances up from where she is sitting on the covers reading a book. My breath catches in my throat when I see my blond goddess. Her cheeks are slightly red and the room is uncomfortably warm. She is wearing nothing, but a pair of light pink boxers and a matching pink singlet with no bra. My mind spins at that last fact as she is not small down there.

  "Jarrod. You came to visit me?"

  "It's your birthday. How could I not?"

  She smiles and throws her arms out for a hug. I slip into her embrace and find her warm, soft and smelling like heaven - as always.

  "I'm sorry I couldn't come to school. I know today is really important for us."

  I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls away.

  "Ah, the cold... sorry," I say, slightly disappointed.

  "Sorry. I just have a small fever. Nothing special."

  "I understand."

  I slip down beside her on the bed and lean up against the wall.

  "What are you reading?"

  She holds the book up.

  "It's a story called Vanilla #2 written by a writer named Sophie Sin."

  "What's it about."

  She blushes.

  "Um..."

  I smile in amusement and snatch it from her hands.

  "Oh my! I didn't know you liked this sort of thing."

  "It's sort of romantic."

  I read a few lines. I guess so.

  "Will you read to me?"

  I b
lush. I don't know if I could read something like this without 'problems' down below, especially in front of Jessica, dressed like this.

  She doesn't give me much choice. Jessica slips down onto my chest, pressing her blond haired head to it and snuggling up.

  I look down at the book. What's the worst that could happen? An embarrassing hard-on? It's not like Jessica hasn't felt it once or twice when we were snuggling and fooling around. I shouldn't be embarrassed in front of the one that I have such strong feelings for.

  "She looks at him with eyes like melting brown butter and he sighs. Who is responsible for creating this angel of beauty? Her bosom shakes lightly in the moonlit air and he sees her breath coming in small gasps. Could she feel it too - this frustration?"

  "Ahem... this is quite heavy stuff..." I mutter.

  "Keep going," Jessica whispers with a little smile. "It gets really good soon."

  "He reaches out and takes her hand.’Do you love me?’ he asks her."

  "I do," Jessica reads from the book.

  "I do too," I read the next line.

  "He steps forward and embraces her fully in his arms. She is warm, slightly shorter than him and gorgeous. He can imagine no better match for him in this life."

  "Jarrod... your..." Jessica says suddenly in shock.

  I look down and blush. Before I said that it would be embarrassing to have a hard-on in front of Jessica. Right now, my penis is rock solid. I didn't even notice as I was imagining the two in the book and how they were so similar to myself and my love here.

  "Umm... I was..."

  She presses a finger to my lips.

  "Do you love me?"

  "I do." There is no other answer for me.

  "I love you too, Jarrod. I can't stand to see you stressed like this."

  "I am ok. You are sick."

  "I'm not 'that' sick."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Mum went shopping, right?"

  "Yes."

  "How long do you think she will be?"

  "About 30 minutes."

  She winks at me.

  "I heard the car leave about 15 minutes ago."

  "Umm... yes?"

  "Have you ever had a blow job?"

  I blush. I have seen these sorts of things in films for men.

  "No. I've never even kissed anyone but you."

  She smiles.

  "Me either, but I've read about it."

  I look to the book. How long has she been reading this sort of thing? I note that the page the book has fallen open to at my side contains just such an act - in extreme detail. Could she have learned the ways of women vicariously through this material?

  I gulp. My girlfriend knows more about sex than I do. I'm afraid.

  "We should wait," I blurt out.

  She looks hurt and my heart squeezes in my chest. I don't want her to feel that way.

  "I just want you to feel good..."

  I look into her blue eyes and find my pants jerking uncomfortably. She looks down and smiles.

  "Your body is more honest than you are."

  She runs her hand down my stomach and I tense. God, it feels amazing. It's like little tingles of pleasure flowing through my skin. I can't get over how incredible this different type of touch is. I've been hugged and sometimes experience semi-sexual touch from Jessica, but this is different. There is a strong intent to the way she is running her fingers over my white firmly pressed school shirt.

  "Do you like this?"

  Her hand goes lower and touches the end of it. I tense and my eyes go wide. This is the feeling of a woman touching a man. I wonder at the fact that James has been enjoying this feeling all this time. No wonder he has been so forceful in pushing me towards doing this with Jessica. This is incredible.

  She grabs the end firmly and rotates it around through my trousers. I can already feel a glob of wetness in my underwear and know that I am going to have to change pants later. My underwear will be a mess very soon with this sort of treatment.

  She slowly unzips my trousers and reaches inside.

  "My god!"

  She smiles deeply. There is a wicked look of pleasure in her eyes that I have never seen before.

  "Oh fuck. Oh mother fucking fuck."

  I can't stop swearing. My eyes are wide and my head forward. My back is bent and I'm sitting up in a hunched up fashion. This is totally different from when I touch myself. I would have never imagined that a woman's touch could be so different.

  "We don't have much time. I'll have to do it quickly."

  She pulls my belt open and opens my trousers. The bulge in my navy blue boxers is huge by my estimation. Even I am shocked at the size of my full turned on body.

  "It's big," she says in admiration.

  I moan as she brings her mouth down and with a slightly fearful look licks the end of my juice stained teepee.

  "Warm," she mutters, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing in my scent in a way that makes my body go rock hard tense.

  She places her mouth around the top of my toy, still clothed, and beings rotating around. Her teeth cut in a little, but she soon figures out how to keep her mouth open right.

  "MY GOD!" I moan loudly.

  The end of my penis feels unbelievable. It feels like a canon is ready to be shot off and that she is on the trigger. It is only intensified as she runs her small hand up and down the shaft. This impossible feeling of pleasure that she is supplying me with is incredible. I don't know what to think. My chaste girlfriend is sucking on my knob with such intensity that I know there can only be one conclusion to this.

  "I want to suck it all."

  She pulls my underwear down and I lean against the wall - a broken mess of a man. Who would have thought that a woman could have so much power over a man? I literally cannot believe that this is happening and that it feels this good. Nothing has ever prepared me for this.

  She leans across the bed with her head on my legs, which are dangled off the side of the bed and stares at it. I have never seen my penis this huge in all my life. It is huge, like some sort of hardened monster of flesh. It is out of this world to even look at it.

  She comes forward and licks the side with her little pink tongue. I nearly tear the covers from the bed when I sit bolt upright and pull them upwards. I have come to heaven and it is the joy of a little pink amateur of a tongue that is working towards its professional status one stroke at a time.

  She reaches into my trousers and cups my balls in her hand as she comes up over top and descends. I have to urge her to slow her hand movements before I blow my load; however, she does not let up and mutters, "no time", to which I must admit she is right.

  Her soft mouth is amazing. The inner flesh of her is wet and warm and fits me perfectly. It is a deep and long drive to the bottom that she gives me and I live among the happiness and joy that is her mouth. She does not hold back in her sucking and chooses to go with the tried and tested approach of going deep to the bottom in hope of reaching a swift ejaculation. She is not wrong in this approach because it is doing its job and then some.

  A minute passes and I see only white. My senses are all down below on what could be the most wonderful massage of my lifetime. Her head bobs up and down and I watch it in fascination as she turns her head slightly upward to look into my eyes.

  "I LOVE YOU!" I cry.

  She pulls off and white globs of size and quantity beyond my wildest dreams spray all over her lightly tanned skin. She closes one eye as the liquid goo squirts out again and again and I shiver and cry out in my body's response to the heaven that she is providing.

  "You came," she says with a little giggle.

  I barely can breathe let alone respond. She gives me a small slap on the cheek and disappears into the hallway. I hear a car pull up and quickly pull up my pants and hide my still firm member.

  2 minutes later Jessica skips through the door. She quickly hops back on the bed, a healthy distance away from me, and smiles as her mother comes up the stairs.<
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  "How are you, darling?" her mother asks, putting her head around the door.

  "I'm ok, mum. Jarrod has been reading to me."

  I smile and hold the book up, covering the title on the front with my fingers.

  "That's nice."

  She comes over and puts her hand on Jessica's forehead.

  "You are a little hot. Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor?"

  Jessica shakes her head.

  "I'll be ok. I have Jarrod to look after me."

  Her mother smiles and gives me a wink.

  "Do your best. My daughter is a demanding young woman."

  I smile. Mrs. Adams has no idea.

  The Big Party

  "You'll need to change the sheets, buddy. I had Kathy in their last night."

  I look to the bed that I will finally christen my gorgeous love with my beloved in. It is a little ruffled, but I am truly thankful to James for offering me the opportunity to make use of his bedroom during the house party. It is a comforting thought that we will engage in our firm love in the home of a friend, rather than in some field somewhere (Although the idea of mating in a field of tulips has a gorgeously vanilla ring to it - perhaps a result of the reading material I have been enjoying lately. That Sophie Sin is quite something.)

  "Thank you, James. This means a lot to me."

  He grins and pats me on the shoulder. He knows the struggles I have gone through with my sickness just after my intimate time with Jessica and the worsening of our flu symptoms. Today is the first day that I have been able to get out of bed properly and I know Jessica has not been well much longer than me.

  I sigh and think off all the sultry text messages I have received and given during the last few days. Jessica even went so far as to send me her favorite erotic novel. I have been pouring over it for many days now and I am finding it rather uncomfortable - especially after reading a few highlighted passages that made me sweat like I haven't in quite some time - keeping my head straight. Does she really want me to do 'those' sorts of things to her body? I would have never imagined that she would hold such interests, but I am willing. It is for our love, after all, that we engage in these actions.