[Summer Contest Entry 2012] For the First Time

How did I end up here? This doesn't make any since. Well I guess it started about two weeks ago... No! Make that a few months ago.

I had only had my Fakku account for a few days when I read a comment on a beautiful manga. My blood boiled and I couldn't stop myself from ripping into this asshole for bashing such a work of art. I got several up votes but only one reply. I took note of the user name and started following her posts. We became quite close, well as close as two people can get by only replying to each other's forum posts. Then things got interesting.

She posted that she wouldn't be around for a while because she was going to the beach. It was the same place and time as my families timeshare. Since I was going alone this year, I suggested she save money by sharing my family's condo. When I met her, she was more heavenly than I had imagined. I offered her the master bedroom, but she insisted on staying with me in the guest room, which had two twin-sized beds in it. The first two days were great. We spent time in the water, saw a show and toured the boardwalk. She was even smarter than I thought. I had officially fallen in love. I'd never felt this way about anyone before. So the next day at dinner, I summoned all my courage and confessed.

She smiled this sly, almost wicked smile. After dinner we went to a bar and from the bar, we end up here: me in the closet of the master bedroom with a video camera, filming the girl of my dreams having sex with someone she just met.



I try to maintain my composure as I watch this random nobody thrusting into the woman I love. Its even more painful than I could have ever imagined. But why would she put me through this? She knows how much I hate NTR. I try to choke back the tears, but its a hopeless battle. This is something no man, or woman should ever have to experience. Suddenly, I hear shuffling coming from the room and her sweet voice saying something about an over protective father coming back from the NRA meeting, then a door slam. I try to dry my eyes before coming out, but then the sliding door of the closet flings open.

“Did you get it!?” she says, excitedly grabbing for the camera.

I look up at her. She's wearing only a shirt with the top 3 buttons open. Its the same shirt I was wearing when I came here. Why is she wearing it? Is this to further torment me? Is this some punishment for my confession.? Or maybe its her way of rejecting me. My head is swimming. I want to ask her why. I want to tell her how much it hurts, but I don't. What if this is a test? Could I lose her forever? I say nothing and push past her and out of the room and go to bed.



The next day, its as if last night never happened. We go to a near by safari adventure park and have dinner at a seafood buffet. Everything seems fine now, but we're on our way to another bar. Afterward, its the same as list night. I'm in the closet, and she's getting fucked by some stranger.

Why does this keep happening? She doesn't even know his name, but he gets to make love to her and I don't. What have I done wrong? My hands are shaking so hard, I have to close the door gently on the camera to stabilize it. With every thrust of his hips her panting gets louder and more intense broken only by the occasional “Oh yes!” My blood is boiling. I should be the one making her cry out in passion. This time there are no tears or sadness. There is only anger. I want to drag him off of her force her to make it my turn. But I don't.

In my haze, I don't even notice when they stop. The slamming of the door snaps me out of a daze. She opens the closet door and I hand her the camera. Again she is wearing my the same shirt. It hasn't even been washed since the I got here. Her smell hits my nose, making want her even more and reminding me that I seem to be the only one who can't have her. I want to hit her, to hurt her as much as she has hurt me. I start to raise my hand to her, but even with all she's done to me, I still love her. Doing that may cause to turn away from me.

“Why?” I ask.

“Hm?” she responds.

“Why do you keep doing this?” My voice quivers as I reply.

“Because its fun,” she says. My heart shatters. I don't even have a response for that. I grit my teeth and storm out of the room slamming the door behind me and cry myself to sleep.



The next morning she has made my favorite breakfast. She's a great cook. Is this an apology for last night? I don't ask and she never says, but that night, were back where we always are.

This time he's hung like a horse. Her noises are almost pained. He may be big, but doesn't last and its over quickly. She threatens to cry rape, and he leaves quickly. She's slow to move from the bed. Still my blood boils, and this time, I'm through waiting.

I drop the camera and stride out of the closet. I push her down across the bed.

“What are you doing?” she says.

I pretend not to hear. She struggles but I'm stronger. I pin her hands to the bed and hold them down with on hand, unzipping my pants with the other. That's when I notice she's wearing my shirt again. I tear at it viciously with my free hand. I look down at her sweaty body. She's soaking wet and panting hard. She continues to struggle as I enter her.

“NO!” she cries. “Not like this!”

I no longer care. I've made my choice.

I press deep inside of her. She's still loose from the last guy, but it's very hot and wet inside. It seems to be turning her on. I start thrusting my hips and touching her body with my free hand. Her pussy starts to tighten around me. One of her hands slips free and she reaches up to me, and wrapping her arm around my neck she pulls me closer.

“Don't stop,” she whispers in my ear. “Please don't stop!”

I release her other hand and she clings to me tightly. I return her embrace, my hips moving faster and faster as her sounds echo in my ear. Its not the same as with the other guys. I can hear the passion in her voice. Could she have been waiting for me to take her like this? Her hips convulse as my rhythm increases.

“YES! GIVE ME MORE!!” she screams as our bodies become one. “Yes! I'm coming!!. Come with me!!”


When the head rush fades, I'm lying next her on the bed. The thought of what I just did is settling in and I sit up at the foot of the bed. What have I done? What kind of monster have I become that I would do this to someone I love. I feel her stirring on the bed behind me. She comes to stumbles her way in front of me, her hand clutching the torn shirt. I wait silently, ready for any punishment she deems worthy. She grabs my head with both hands, and gently pulls my into her bosom. Tears in my eyes, I wrap my arms around her waist, then her sweet voice rescues my soul from the abyss.

“I'm sorry.” she whispers. “I'm so sorry that I put you through all of that. When you told me you loved me, I just knew that it had to be you. I've had so much sex in my life, but you were the first person to make love to me. You filled me with your passion and for the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be loved. I love you. From the bottom of my heart, I love you, and I never want to be with anyone else but you.”

My heart nearly stops. These are the words I've been hoping to hear since I first let eyes on this perfect goddess before me. She gently tilts my head back and we share our first kiss. Its better than I could have ever dreamed.

Thank you for reading my first Fakku submission ever. Now for a few notes from the author.

1: You may have noticed that my characters don’t have names or physical descriptions this is so that the reader can make them whoever they want them to be. Yourself, your favorite anime / manga / comic book characters, or even people you just made up. It makes the story more personal. Sure I could give them generic names and default descriptions of a hot chick and geeky guy, but would you care any more? Probably not.

2: It may seem a little choppy, but that cause I'm a bit long winded and had to cut it down from 2022 words to make the limit for the contest. Sorry, I fail at succinctness.

3: This story is incomplete. Even at 2022 words it was incomplete. That's because you only get half the story. If you like it, and want to read the girl's side of the story, (much longer and more detailed without contest limitations) just say so here in this thread. If I get enough requests, I may actually get off my lazy ass and get it out of my head and onto the screen. Thanks for you input.

Seems like something that could possibly take place in a hentai story plot. Yet I've never really seen anything like it before. This really... got me, in that way, though. Erotic writing don't usually effect me as I read through them, unless they're done quite properly.

Thanks for the feedback. :)