Touch Me Deeper

Something changes in Arnold brain when he first finds out that his best friend is still a virgin. He doesn’t realize it right away, simply dismissing his initial arousal at the thought as an unusual spike in hormones. This new information would do nothing to alter the way he sees Rose, and the two of them would go on with their lives the way they always do. Such a minor detail in their friendship would soon be forgotten. At least, that’s what he had thought would happen. Until it doesn’t. It never leaves his mind, rooting itself so far in that he becomes hooked before he can even process it. Suddenly, he can’t stop thinking about having the privilege of being Rose’s first time. He can’t stop thinking about being the first to see what’s beneath her hoodie and her shorts. He can’t stop thinking about being the first to part her thighs, with nothing but her panties separating him from her untouched folds. Arnold couldn’t stop thinking about being the first to sink himself into her warm core, the first to hear what Rose sounded like when c**k presses against her most sensitive spot, the first to watch her tremble and arch her back as her walls gush around him for the first time. Arnold’s mind was plagued by the idea of being the one to rip Rose’s innocence away from her, and it’s nearly driving him mad. But he keeps his fantasies hidden. It’s all that he can a when there’s so much to lose. Above all else, Rose was his best friend, and the mere thought of causing a strain in their relationship scared him out of acting on his desires. So, when Rose approach him one afternoon with a request, Arnold nearly choked. “You want me to what-?”, “I… Want you to show me how to touch myself,” Rose reiterate, confirming that he had heard her correctly the first time. “I just can’t quite get it right…” At this point, Arnold didn’t know what to say. The rest of his body had already decided, screaming at him to take the opportunity while he still has it. But his brain knows better. Holding him back before he can do something he may regret. “Wait, but… Why me?” he finally manages to ask. “Well, I…” Rose shifted her balance as she played with the hem of her shirt, clearly growing more embarrassed by the situation. “It’s just ‘cause you’re my best friend and all… And I sense that you would know how to teach me best, so I trust you.” He sucks in a breath, preparing to ask again if Rose was sure that she was willing to let him see her in such a manner. But before he can speak, Rose reaching for his hand, gently squeezing it between hers as she meet his gaze, and the burning desire in her eyes nearly does him in. How is he supposed to say no? One more please, Arnold? It was all he needed to hear before he finds himself hovering over her semi-naked form, gentle fingers gliding down the skin on her abdomen as she shivered under his touch. All the while, he was repeatedly convincing himself that he’s not doing this to feed into his fantasy. Even as he draws her panties to her ankles and gets an eyeful of her untouched folds, he reminds himself that this isn’t about him. He was just helping Rose out, giving her a little tutoring, so she knows what to do. He’s simply being a good friend, is he not? But that mindset becomes increasingly difficult to maintain as her legs subconsciously part for him, a soft gasp escaping from her lips when his thumb ghosts over her cunt. He nearly suffocates under his self-restraint when he separates your folds, revealing the soft, sensitive flesh of Rose c’nt. A perfect, virgin hole that has yet to be tainted by the hands of another. f**k it, Arnold wanted to ruin her. “Alright, show me what you can do first, then we’ll go from there.” Rose nibbled at her bottom lip, knees inching closer together as she attempted to close in on yourself. “Ah… I really can’t though…” she protested weakly. Arnold hums, gently drumming his fingers against her thighs and coaxing her to open back up for him. “Just do the best you can, okay? I promise I’ll help you when you need me”, Rose let out a shaky breath before nodding. “Okay, I’ll try…” With that, Rose right hand reached down past her pelvis, one finger shyly inching inside her as she whimpered quietly. She wiggled it around for a moment, pushing it in and out a few times, then she frowned. “Feels like I’m doing something wrong…” Rose sigh. Arnold really shouldn’t find Rose frustration as adorable as he does, and he has to force himself not to chuckle as she struggled to shove her finger in further. “Wait-wait, hold on.” He grabs her wrist, pulling it away from her as he inches closer. “Let’s try this first, it might help.” Arnold then took her hand and leaded it to her c**t, gently pressing the pad of her index finger against the sensitive bud. Rose gasped in response, almost startled by the sudden pressure. But as he guided her finger in a slow circle around her c**t, she slowly began to relax. “Ah… Arnold…” “Feels a little better now, right?” Arnold asked. Rose nodded in reply. “Good, just keep going in a circular motion like that.” The next few moments felt like the biggest test of Arnold’s life, rigged in every way possible to ensure that he fails. It was almost unbearable, watching the girl he loved attempt to follow his instruction with a shaky hand while desperately fighting back the urge to jump in and do it for her himself, to replace her fingers with his own and give her the release she is desiring for who knows how long. All he could do was just watch, giving you occasional nods of encouragement when Rose glanced at him for feedback. But then Rose paused, a pout tugging at the corners of her lips as she looked over at him with what almost looks like a longing gaze. “I don’t think I’m getting anywhere,” she whined, slumping her shoulders in defeat. And at that moment, Arnold realized that he had already failed the test. “Here, let me help you…” Despite his better judgment, he pulled her hand away for the second time, allowing his thumb to continue where she left off. Rose moaned softly at his touch, almost rocking her hips forward to meet his hand. He can’t stop the slight smirk that sneaks onto his face as she quietly chanted his name like a melody. Soon, his other fingers can no longer resist the temptation. Two of them find their way past her folds, slipping into her cunt and gently stretches out her walls. This time, Rose let out a sharp gasp, jolting at the sudden invasion. Arnold no longer has enough self-restraint left to wait until Rose fully adjusted, and then he began pumping his fingers into her cunt in tandem with the circular movement of his thumb. The moans that fall from her lips only encouraged him to go further. Inching his fingers even deeper and curling them up until they found her g-spot. Rose reaction was immediate. Rose cried out as her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets underneath her. “O-oh god – Arnold…!” He couldn’t help but stare at her expression, watching the way her eyes screw shut, the way her teeth cling to her bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself quiet. Suddenly, Arnold realized himself dipping forward, hooking Rose’s quivering knees over his shoulders. “I’m going to try something, okay?” Arnold barely gave her enough time to respond with a breathy ‘okay’ before his thumb reluctantly parts with her c**t, only to be replaced by his impatient tongue. And for a moment. He nearly forgets that Rose was still new to all of this, too lost in her spongy walls to slow down. His tongue eagerly laps at her swollen bud, reveling in the way her cunt flutters around his fingers as he plunged them even further inside. “W-wait, Arnold-” Rose grasp, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her hips bucked into his face. “I think… I think I’m-“ The rest of her sentence remained unspoken, interrupted by an abrupt outcry as her thighs snap shut around his head. Rose was trembling now, cunt pulsating around his fingers as her juices slowly leak out and gather in his palms. Arnold finally slows down, allowing Rose to ride out her orgasm before he completely pulls away. As soon as he does, Rose goes limp almost instantly. Her head falls back onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling drastically as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs have finally stopped shaking, now laying dormant on his shoulder’s god, the things Arnold would give just to make her c*m like that again. “So, you think you learned anything today?” he asks, suddenly remembering how the two of them had ended up here in the first place. Rose nod, smiling meekly as she brought herself to sit up. “Yeah, I really did… at least now I know how it should feel next time I try it. I really appreciate the help, Arnold.” Somehow, the painful erection straining against his pants has miraculously gone unnoticed, and Arnold isn’t sure if he’s relieved or disappointed by that fact. Arnold decides to ignore it for now, resolving to deal with it as soon as Rose go home. “Anytime, Rose. Tell you what, if you ever need any help with anything else like this, you can come to me, alright?” It’s a long shot, but there’s no harm in putting the offer on the table. “Really? You mean it?” Rose eyes widen, and a part of him wants to believe there’s a little excitement in her tone. “Of course!” he grinned, reaching for her clothes and handing them to her to put back on “That’s what friends are for, right?” Arnold doesn’t expect Rose to come back the very next day, asking if he can give her another lesson just to make sure she has it down correctly. With less hesitation this time around, Arnold happily obliges, plunging his fingers into her eager cunt the way he had the day before and sucking at her cunt until she was creaming all over his fingers with a broken sob and thanking Arnold for being such a good tutor. Then Rose was coming over to Arnold’s house for a third lesson, then a fourth, then a fifth, and then he loses count. It’s not like he minds it, he’s more than happy to give her all the proper teaching she needed until she was confident enough to do it on her own. Arnold will eat her out as many times as she’d ask him to, make her c*m as many times as she wants until she can’t anymore. And then Rose asked him if they could go a little further this time, if he can take her first because she was ready, but not ready enough to trust anyone else just yet. Rose was already sitting on his bed and tugging her shorts down before he can even answer, so eager to start with her next lesson. Arnold simply chuckles, following suit as he spread her thighs to reveal her glistening folds. “So wet for me already, you want it that bad, huh?” Arnold can’t help but tease, gently prodding his c**k against her sit as Rose whimpered and rolled her hips against his. “Yes, I want it, I want you Arnie… please…” Rose whined in response. “I want you to teach me…” And how can he say no? Rose was putting all of her trust in him, leaving herself so vulnerable for him because she knew he would never lead her astray because she knows Arnold will take good care of her. And Arnold has every intention of making her first time the best experience it can be, so good that he’ll be the only one she’ll ever need to go to. Besides, that’s what friends are for, isn’t it? .