Ultra XXX: Vanilla #1

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 blush. 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.