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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Kendra Publishing House
• Release date: Jan 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9781685223687

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Content Warning

Due to its sexual content, this book is only for those over the age of legal adulthood. There are some topics with a lot of foul language. All of the characters are at least eighteen years old.

Introduction

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Fantasy Romance

If you didn't know me, you might find it hard to believe, but I've always been incredibly shy about sexual activity.

You could say that my gregarious nature made up for it. Meeting new individuals and getting to know folks I've never met before is something I truly like doing. I want to think that my friends don't call me the life of the party merely because of how I appear.

You know, I've received a lot of criticism for being petite, and my height just serves to accentuate the size of my enormous breasts. My beautiful brown eyes and long, jet black hair conceal my Scandinavian origins.

Many were astonished to learn that, despite my outgoing nature, I haven't really had much sex. However, a thorough investigation may be necessary to determine the true cause. This isn't one of those situations when you say, I had a terrible experience that made me lose interest. My experiences had not been horrible so yet, but they had all been awkward efforts, awkward handiwork, two-minute missionary experiences. They hadn't been awful enough to convince me that having sex couldn't be enjoyable. I think you got the idea, even though I do have a tendency to ramble on.

I want to think that my curiosity in sex is natural and healthy. I believe it stems more from my dread of something big inside of me breaking me apart. I also don't want to be one of those gals that ask a guy to start a conversation with her if his size makes me uncomfortable. However, perhaps that was just my way of justifying my nonexistent sexual life.

My shyness motivated me to succeed in other domains, particularly academics, and I used to spend more Saturday nights reading a book than interacting with people. Though I did regularly masturbate, my parents thankfully never bother to investigate the shoe box labeled dissertations in my closet, or they would find a box full of toys that used to help me get through the day.

The perceptive reader may notice that I'm describing my predicament in the past tense. It may not surprise you to hear this, given the sensual nature of this story, but one evening last year completely altered my outlook on life, sex, love, and family. Let me tell you what happened since those are subjects that are very significant to many people.

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I met Cory early in the summer of last year. I had a straight A average when I was 19. The sky was the limit and the globe the oyster. The only issue was that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. To avoid living off my parents and to earn some extra cash, I took a part-time work as a waitress at a restaurant. This forced me to stick to a daily schedule and set an alarm for when I arrived home.

I met Him right there at that restaurant. It was him, Cory. He became 24 years old, had a well-built physique, and was strikingly attractive at roughly 6'. However, he didn't look like a gym rat. Behind his spectacles were compassionate eyes, and his short brown hair was always styled in that casual, just-gotten-out-of-bed look.

I say always because it appeared like Cory and his pals frequented the eatery where I worked. Although his pals were a bit annoying, he had a great appearance. I could tell he was into me too, since most guys are rather easy to read.

I gave Cory my number after a few weeks of innocuous flirting, and we texted all night long. Cory was employed by his father's construction company, I found out. He said, I try to learn everything he knows and keep dad's coffee cup full, when I asked him what he did for the company. This made me laugh. I sensed that Cory didn't want to talk about his mother Amanda, but he didn't seem to mind discussing his father Eric Johnson and their connection. Although I found it a little odd, I ignored it and we continued our conversation on other subjects.

We both knew we wouldn't see each other until Monday since it was Friday night, and Cory wrote, Wanna chat more tomorrow? Maybe over a cup of coffee, right as I was about to text him to let him know I needed some sleep.

His text caught me off guard a little. I replied back, If it's better than the coffee you serve your dad, then sure, and laughed, figuring he was interested in me despite my doubts that Cory was the one. After settling the specifics, we bid each other a good night.

We went on a great date the following day, and I learned much more about Cory. He told me that he majored in architecture in college and that he had a deep love for buildings. Despite my lack of knowledge in architecture, I enjoyed looking at beautiful buildings. Cory laughed, and it was a cute laugh, when I said that.

The more we spoke, the more it dawned on me that maybe I was falling in love with him. He was incredibly supportive of my decision to just apply to colleges when I was ready and asked a lot of questions about me.

Cory took me home after the date. I was relieved that my parents weren't there because it meant I would be spared the inevitable inquisition in the future.

As he led me to the front door, I smiled up at him and said, You know, Cory... I kinda have a confession to make. He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. I'm glad Cory wasn't offended by it. I told my best friend Sara about you, and about our date. She'll be calling me in about 15 minutes to make sure l made it back home alright, I continued.

Cory answered, I can understand that; it's a safety thing. Hearing him say that made me quite happy since it seemed like he was saying all the right things. Looking directly into his eyes, I experienced an unequaled sense of warmth and certainty. I felt very secure in Cory's company. He would not do me harm.

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Cory said, Soo... What will you tell her?

Without hesitation, I said, That's how I let you get to second base. I then took his left hand and put it on my right breast, kissing him on the lips before he could respond.

Cory could have asked for anything right then. I would have said yes if he had requested to come inside, and we would have probably fucked like bunnies. Reluctantly, I broke from the kiss since it felt like everyone in the area was watching at us, at least that's how it felt to me.

After staring at me still for a few seconds, Cory finally realized that his hand was still resting on my breast and that he was clearly unwilling to remove it. But he did, and even though I hope this isn't too cliché, I gave him a peck on the lips, told him to text me, and then I went inside, shutting the door behind me.

I was standing leaning against the front door, my pulse pounding, terrified that he would beg to come in, that we would have sex, and that it would be unsatisfactory. Bad sex on the first date takes a toll on a relationship, and although I was certain of my feelings, I wasn't so sure about Cory's.

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Cory may have only driven home before texting me, so I didn't have to worry about coming out as snotty as it appeared.

I laid on my bed, beaming from ear to ear, reading the message a few times before informing him that I thought the same thing. Thanks for an amazing date. I'd love to see you again sometime soon, the message concluded.

It seems that neither of us wanted to wait any longer than necessary, so we scheduled another date for the following day. Once more, we got together for coffee and strolled through a park close to my residence. As usual, the date concluded with a kiss and Cory's hand resting on my breast. Later, with my heart thumping, I leaned against the entrance door and cursed my shyness once more. Once more, I didn't need to worry since Cory texted me when he got home and exhibited the patience of an angel, refusing to press for anything more.

A few days later—I believe it was a Wednesday—we went on our third date. Since my parents weren't there, I invited Cory in afterward this time.

As I pulled him through the home and into my bedroom, I was so anxious that I thought my knees would give out. As soon as we arrived, I ripped my dress off of my head and turned to face Cory, who simply stared at me in shock.

It was clear from the bulge in his pants that he was not looking repulsed.

He approached me and began to go in closer, ripping off his clothes. That was it. I was going to finally get to have real sex with a guy I was really into. It's possible that he would fuck me so hard that I would forget how scared I was.

Part of me hoped he would order me to get on my hands and knees while I lay on my back on the bed, but I was too scared to turn away from him to do it on my own. Cory exposed a firm cock by taking off his underwear and pants. Although its size was probably ordinary, it seemed enormous and horrifying to me. But now was not the time to back down. If it hurt, I would push past the discomfort. Perhaps the suffering would be enjoyable in and of itself?

Looking back, I wish Cory had blown my mind, because then maybe things would have turned out differently. Though I don't mean to seem pessimistic, I don't think he has it in him. We made love, and it felt fantastic even though he might not have fucked me. He laid down between my spread legs and carefully inserted himself inside of me, not asking to fuck me from behind. It hadn't hurt a bit, and the sight in Cory's eyes when he entered me was extremely lovely. I'm embarrassed to say that I was a little let down, but I had hoped that as our relationship developed, he would gain confidence and perhaps one day, he would even fuck me as hard as that dark, perverted part of my mind secretly craved. I think I could finally get over my neurotic phobia of fucking with a guy like Cory.

Cory and I became close following that afternoon, and we met as frequently as our schedules permitted after that. The missionary job just kind of became our thing, and we made love as often as we could get away with. Cory said he liked the sight in my eyes when he came within me. I experienced fewer orgasms, but the cuddling that followed made up for it. Interestingly enough, Cory would even rather cuddle than get blown away. I was obviously wrong when I assumed that all straight men enjoyed having their cocks sucked.

As I gradually came to terms with the fact that this was indeed what sex was like, my dissertation-box sat unused at the back of my closet. Perhaps the grunting and savage fucking I had heard about was limited to people's imaginations and porn.

When we made love, Cory made me feel safe and cherished, or at the very least, he had given me confidence to make love. Though I despised myself for thinking such things, a part of me questioned whether I was settling for cozy and secure. Was this all there was, really?

Nonetheless, an unanticipated push can occasionally completely transform your life, much like the tiny pebble that triggers an avalanche.

It was an incredible summer, and I even began to get along with Cory's pals. Every romantic relationship, so the saying goes, has challenges. The first date, meeting the guy's friends, and experiencing your first sexual experience. Cory and I felt like we had overcome those challenges really easily.

But as June and July passed, there was one challenge that had been simmering in the back of my mind for some time. meeting the parents of Cory.

Cory had been talking a lot about working in the family business and about his dad, but he was quite reluctant to talk about his mother. Although Cory never appeared to want to tell me anything about her, I knew she was still in the picture since I knew his parents were still married. I was a little afraid since I didn't know what kind of relationship Cory had with his mother.

For all the men reading this, you know how it might be unsettling to meet your girlfriend's father for the first time? especially if he opens with the tired, You're the one fucking my daughter? statement.

Meeting the mother of your boyfriend might be as intimidating for a female. Mothers simply terrify girls in different ways. That might have something to do with a mother's bond with her son, but that's a topic for another conversation.

For this reason, when Cory texted me one Tuesday afternoon informing me that his parents had invited us to dinner that Friday, I became quite afraid. I must have read the message five times before responding that I would be delighted to meet his parents at last.

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Friday in the afternoon. I was having a bit of a nervous breakdown in front of my room's full-length mirror before I went to meet Cory's