Hi everyone. My name's Tom Allen and I just had my first kiss. The next thing I knew, I was outside of Maria's room with a raging hard-on. Thankfully, I had changed into some loose sweatpants. I leaned back on the closed door of her room and thought back to that moment. My first kiss. If you are a virgin in love like I was, you can imagine my excitement.
Compared to pornos or rom-coms, it was nothing special. Maria's kiss on my lips was only one step over a peck. There wasn't even any tongue. Nevertheless, I played the whole scene over and over again in my head. Everything about it was perfect. Her voice gave me shivers. Her stare made my heart thump. Her perfume gave the scent of green apple. Her leftover gloss on my lips tasted like bubblegum. Her touch sent me soaring. My five senses were simply overwhelmed.
After that short kiss, Maria giggled cutely, pulled me off her bed, pushed me out of the room, and shut the door. During that time, I offered no resistance. How could I? I was totally out of it. Even if I wasn't, I would give her the world if I could at that moment. All she wanted me to do was leave the room.
When I regained my wits a few minutes later with my back to the door of Maria's room still, I wondered why she kissed me in the first place. She said she wanted to go slow, didn't she? I groaned internally at how confusing it was to figure out what goes on in a girl's head. Is she teasing me? Does she want more? Was she trying to see my reaction after being kissed, whether I would behave like a virgin, a gentleman, or an alpha male?
That's a foregone conclusion, dear readers. I behaved in perfect virgin fashion by freezing up from head to toe. I was so shocked that even my horse cock didn't react until I was outside. Nevertheless, I don't think Maria is the type to appreciate alpha males, so I inferred that the correct response was not for me to push her down and kiss her aggressively like an animal who only listens to my desires, but for me to be a gentleman by responding to the kiss softly, casually, and maybe with eye contact and a suave smile afterwards. That's what would have netted me a win.
Wins and losses. The basics of Fixing Clogs. It almost slipped my mind with how much space Maria occupied. I shouldn't let love take up more space in my mind than my focus on learning my trade. That is a surefire way to get dumped. My mom told me long ago, but I had never been in love at the time, so I filed away the advice in my memory. She said, "Tom, if you ever fall in love, remember that you must still be your own person with your own goals. Love should only be a part of who you are. If you love a girl far more than she loves you, the relationship is bound to fail. The harder you squeeze, the more she'll slip through your fingers like sand."
I should focus on wins and losses all the time. With my mom and Maria, I should only analyze wins and losses as practice. When I'm on the job, I should take winning and losing more seriously. I got the feeling that if I always win against Maria, the relationship would be unequal and unhappy. I sighed, wondering how married couples make it work with so many things to remember and keep track of.
At the same time that I had sighed, my hearing, which had been attuned to Maria's wavelength, heard a soft sigh from inside Maria's room. It was just at the edge of my hearing, because the doors in our home close tightly, with little gap between the bottom of the door and the carpet. Nevertheless, I could sense somehow that her body was also leaning on the door, just like mine was. What did this mean? She was not cleaning, but waiting to see if I stuck around?
Then I heard another sound. I was mistaken. It wasn't a sigh like I had thought I heard earlier. It was a moan! A soft, cute moan.
I didn't know if she had started with a sigh and then moaned, but that didn't matter anymore. What mattered is that Maria might be masturbating on the other side of the door, inches away from me! For some strange reason, I was temporarily not turned on. The only thing I could think about was how Maria might be my soulmate.
First of all, we paired off during class. Instead of Sagar and Keith, she picked me! Second of all, she somehow ended up staying in my house! Third of all, we both stopped to think on the same door after that kiss! Cynics among my readers, you may dismiss this as the overexcited thinking of a virgin boy who was involved in a series of coincidences. You're entirely right!
In my humble opinion, the reason two people fall in love or become friends boils down to a series of dumb coincidences and being in sync with the other. At that time, I was insanely excited to discover that I had both the fate and the compatibility to be together with her!
I cheered as quietly as I possibly could before putting my ear to the door to hear her lewdness. The soft moans continued rhythmically. I was so dazed that I felt like I was being hypnotized. "nng.. aah.. mmh.. nya.." Maria was a creative moaner. Her voice wasn't high like a stereotypical female japanese voice actor, but medium in pitch. I swore her soft and gentle timbre could make anything sound good.
I briefly considered pacifying my once again raging hard-on, then decided against it. There's no way I can keep quiet amidst this much excitement if I start touching my horse cock. I'm not sure if Maria knew that I was listening to her from the other side of the door, but I don't think she did, otherwise she wouldn't have waited at the door for so long before she got started.
I couldn't let my wishful thinking get ahead of me. I should tread cautiously if I want to put a ring on her. If Maria was actually aware that I was on the other side of the door and giving me a show, I might lose control of myself and have my way with her. That's no good. This is a wholesome relationship goddammit. So what if she had seen me cum on my mom?
The second reason I couldn't masturbate together with the one I love is that I would leave a big stain on the carpet of the hallway that won't come off. I always have to masturbate in the tub or aim into the toilet when I splooge so that I'm not stuck spending hours cleaning up. Not the sink, never the sink, you sickos.
The third reason against it would be that my mom might catch me if she came upstairs. I don't know about my mom. On one hand, she might not mind seeing how casually she handled my dick in her tits earlier today. On the other hand, that might have been her in her professional mode. I have no idea what expectations she had of my sexual behavior at home in her mom mode.
I'd imagine that they were normal, that I can only pull my penis out in my room or a bathroom, and definitely not that I could jerk off in the middle of the hallway. But again, I could also imagine from my mom's erotic exercise gear that she jogs in outdoors daily that she's far from a normal mom and might be perfectly fine with a bit of indoors casual nudity at home.
If any of you readers can explain this for me, please do. All I can come up with is that women are a mystery. Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
I was standing with my ear to Maria's door with a boner that exited one side of my boxer briefs and went down to my knee inside my sweatpants. I had to hold it down to stop it from twitching up and down and potentially knocking the door. That would be a disaster. That would sabotage my chance to hear Maria's angelic moans.
Slowly, I had tuned out all other sounds other than Maria. Even my boner receded, or was it growing even bigger? I had no idea. I was tranced out. I had one hand on the door and one hand holding down my boner, trying not to stimulate it in any way. My awareness of everything other than Maria's hastening moans vanished.
Hard stop right here.. fucking hell. Hey readers, this sounds super creepy now that I write it down. Let me clarify that I, Tom Allen, am a harmless virgin who could never imagine committing a crime. My mom raised me as a responsible citizen. I plan to vote in every local, state, and national election cycle for the candidate that I believe can make this country a better place. Basically, I'm not a degenerate pervert with no sense of morality deep down, however much this scene may make me out to be! Thanks for your understanding.
So I had my first meditation session peeping on the sound of my love interest's masturbation. I guess that's something to check off my bucket list. When she finally came, I almost thought she stifled it enough that I couldn't hear it. The rhythmic moaning cut off for a few seconds, but the silence gave way to a conclusive and husky moan/sigh combo. "HAAhn!" If she was whispering softly like an innocent angel before, that husky combo was the seductive call of the devil.
I had to go. I badly wanted to hear if she had anything to say to herself or what she would do afterwards, but I had to go. The call of the devil echoed through my body. My body betrayed my mind and willingly became its echo chamber. I quietly stepped away and did my best to run softly on the carpet to my room's bathroom.
Thankfully, I made it. There was a thick stream of precum inside my sweatpants, but that's nothing my mom's not used to dealing with when she does the laundry. As long as it's not a full load, she's fine with me staining my sweatpants. I aimed my unnecessarily large horse cock down into the toilet and let it rip. My eyes went white as I unleashed five big spurts of cum that landed in the water with enough force that it could be mistaken as a dump.
Wiping myself off and waiting for my piss to push out the leftover cum through my long tract, I figured I had more than enough excitement for today. Prior to today, I fapped to online content three times a day, but today, my life was changed irrevocably. If things went south for me, I could still go back to normal fapping, but I'd miss my mom's tits and Maria's moans a hell of a lot. I still didn't know much about love, but then again I didn't even remember how it felt to not be in love. All I knew about love is that it was a big high that I never wanted to come down from.
I was fully determined to keep this lifestyle by learning how to Fix Clogs as best as I possibly could. I even suspected that my mom had a part to play in inviting Maria into our house to boost my motivation to inhuman levels. Not that it mattered whether there was a minor scheme or not. The only thing that'd leave me really depressed was if Maria was hired by my mom to play the part of seducing me and being my girlfriend to motivate me. There's no way that's the case though. I'm sure that mom isn't that cruel to her family.
I had the slightest of notions that maybe Maria only liked me for my horse cock due to some odd fetish and was potentially grooming me to be a more well-rounded person with the intention of going steady. That was perfectly fine with me! Feelings can be nurtured even if a relationship starts with underhanded intentions! That thought of it even reassured me because that means she wouldn't give up on me so easily. I wasn't overly sensitive about my peculiarity, other than when homosexuals try to get in my pants.
I went downstairs to eat. Dinner was uneventful, mainly because mom had delivered it to Maria to eat in her room since she was still busy unpacking. I sat at the table with my mom and made small talk about how her jog today was. I am pretty comfortable talking with my mom, unlike all of the rest of society. Soon, I asked her about the job. Specifically, I asked, "How much about your job is classified now that I work with you?"
My mom replied, "Most of it. Well, it's not classified per se, but I shouldn't tell you because I'm not your designated Mentor. If I tell you too much about my methods of Fixing, it will ruin the purpose of the experiment, which is to test whose methods work best on which type of person. I also have reason to believe due to our prior relationship that you'd be overly influenced by my methods. You can only hear about my methods from my student, Jill."
"All of our prior subject data on our Clogs are also classified to all of the Fixers up until the moment that one is assigned to a Clog. Then, only that Clog's data is given to the Fixer. You'll hear about this again when you are first assigned to a Clog. We don't want prior experiments to cloud your Fixing methodology with prejudices. Although this could increase the number of mistakes that each of you make, it's important to make mistakes in order to learn how to be a better Fixer. If a Fixer was too scared to try something because of a bad experience with a Clog that he or she read about, then we wouldn't get adequate data on whether it can work or not with a new Fixer."
I thoughtfully nod, "So you want us to learn from scratch with only the Mentor's guidance, at first. Does this mean that we will be watched the entire time we are Fixing?"
Chuckling, my mom bent down to put away the dishes on the table, revealing the deep cleavage under her bathrobes, which were all she had on. I know for a fact that she never wears anything under her bathrobes, because when I was little, I'd pull them off playfully. She never wore anything underneath them no matter how many times I pulled them off. I shuffled in my chair to fix my semi-chub until I had secured it enough to help her put the dishes away.
After she chuckled, she said, "You'll get used to it. Being watched can be fun."
(A/N: Still slow updates.. Sorry, everyone. I'm going to write this very deliberately with lots of plot and character development. It's hard to develop the other characters when I have to stick to first person, but that's part of what makes this fun for me. It gives a sense of mystery, right?)
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