Patrick Ten: First Time

FYI, Nudity

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Patrick drove Katya and I back to Katya's house after one of our magic shows. Katya told me they had made up the morning after I watched the movie with her and found out they'd had a fight. I'd been staying with Katya for about three months, and Patrick would come over often. I could tell Patrick was good for her because I had never seen Katya so happy before. As we arrived at the house, we all got out of the car, and I thanked Patrick for the ride, saying good night to the both of them, leaving them in the foyer. I was starving so I decided to make some food for myself, deciding to spend some time alone with my thoughts afterwards.

After eating a nice helping of alfredo pasta, I changed into my bathing suit and went to sit by the pool with a bottle of wine and my thoughts. One thing I appreciated about Silicon Shores was the weather. I'd traveled a lot after I left, and not all of the cities I'd been to were this comfortable. I sipped my drink and thought about why I had left in the first place. It had been ten years since Mom left, and Dad tried to raise us to the best of his abilities. He became a lot stricter, and it pissed me off, especially when I became a teenager. I snuck out a lot and Katya always told on me, as if she wanted me to get in trouble so Dad would look more favorably on her. It irritated me to no end that she couldn't just keep her mouth shut and cover for me at least once. That was why when I'd heard that Tyler had taken her to a motel on prom night, I spread that rumor around the high school about her being a whore. I wanted to get back at her, and rub it in her face that she wasn't so perfect either, that she could make mistakes too.

Looking back on that, I know now it was a shit move to be so cruel to my own sister, because she spent a lot of her senior year being an outcast and getting made fun of. I was just so angry at her for acting like she was the better daughter. I probably have daddy issues or whatever the shrinks call it. I spent a lot of time grounded and being scolded. That's why when I was eighteen, I bolted. I was an adult, I could be on my own, free from rules and discipline. I hitchhiked across the country, and spent my nights in various cities along the way. It was unpleasant at times, but when I finally reached Bridgeport, New York, which was on the opposite side of Silicon Shores, I felt like it was worth it. I worked in some diners and clubs, making lots of tips, and life was good for a while.

I dated casually because settling down seemed boring, and I also didn't know what I wanted out of life. One night at a club, I met a magician who went by the stage name of Vigilante. He was dark, mysterious, and dangerous. He liked my demeanor and the way I carried myself when I was serving him drinks, so he took me home. The next morning, he offered me a job as his assistant. I took the opportunity and worked for him for about two years. Along the way, we'd sleep together, and I don't know when it happened, but I fell in love with him. When I told him that, his personality changed completely. He told me we couldn't do that, that I was just supposed to be his assistant, and although the sex was great, we couldn't be in a relationship. I pressed him about it, and found out the reason he wouldn't start a relationship with me was because he was married. I was the other woman.

I was furious. We got in a huge fight and I quit working for him. I felt like an idiot for falling for him. Luckily I had a bunch of money saved up, so I left Bridgeport. I bought a plane ticket back to Silicon Shores, and rented a motel. My money was running out, though, and I couldn't stay in the motel forever, so that's why I sought out Katya. I wish I wasn't so prideful, I know I should apologize to her for all the pain I've caused her. I feel lost most days, but I don't want to admit that to anyone. I always put up a strong front, and something about apologizing makes me feel weak. I know that is stupid, but maybe in time I will be able to say sorry. At least I'm thinking about it, that's a good first start, right? I truly am grateful to her for letting me stay here, deep down I knew she would because she's a good person, a better person than I.

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I said good night to Ephemera, and she left Katya and I alone in the front part of the house. Katya had been in a really good mood all day, and I was glad to see her like this. Taking things slow had really allowed her to come out of her shell. Katya's mood elevated itself even more when she came up very close to me and threw her arms around my neck. Her nose was really close to mine, and even though I had wrapped my arms around her, I was trying not to be inappropriate. I didn't want to get my hopes up about the physical part of our relationship, but Katya was making it very difficult at the moment with her proximity, the way she was hugging me, and the undeniable look in her eyes that said she wanted me.

"Patrick, let's go to my bedroom. I'm ready."

I tried not to freak out, but I'm pretty sure I had a ridiculous expression on my face from what Katya had just said. My body was on fire, and I relaxed a little because I felt like I didn't have to hide my desire from Katya any longer. Katya smiled at me and we walked hand in hand down the hallway to her bedroom. I had never been in there before because Katya thought maybe it would be better if we avoided her bedroom entirely so we wouldn't be tempted to go all the way before she was ready. Getting ready to see it now, tonight, I felt like a giddy teenager who was having sex with his girlfriend for the first time. I was fully aware of how clammy my hand felt in hers, and I hoped Katya didn't mind, secretly hoping that some of the clamminess was coming from her hand too.

When we entered her bedroom, she grinned shyly at me and placed her hands on my chest. She played with the buttons on my shirt, and I was oddly nervous. I touched Katya's face and brushed a strand of her hair away from her cheek.

"Are you sure you're ready, Katya?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, if you need something, or feel uncomfortable, just tell me. I'll take care of you."

Katya smiled at me and I moved my face closer to hers, kissing her gently. When she parted her lips willingly, I tried not to do too much to her, and was happily surprised when she hungrily sucked on my tongue. I pressed her body against mine and touched the zipper on her dress, unzipping it, and letting it fall to the floor. Katya pulled away from me to touch my chest. I looked at her body, and she was beautiful. Of course, I had seen her in skimpy clothing before from our day at the beach, but seeing her in her underwear was a million times better. I pulled her close to me once again, and moved my hand to a more seductive location, down her lower back, just above the curve of her butt. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled lovely.

"Patrick, your magician uniform made me so hot today. I couldn't wait to get you home, and have you all to myself."

I didn't really know how to respond other than kiss her again while my hand rubbed her ass. She unbuttoned my shirt and I pulled both my coat and shirt off while she went for the zipper on my pants. After Katya finished stripping me down to my underwear, I lifted her up and we made our way over to her bed. I put her down gently on the mattress and as soon as I sat on the bed, Katya crawled over me, touching my knee with one hand, her other hand on my hip.

I pushed her hair out of her face, and she leaned close to me, staring at me intently. I felt something different with her than I had before when I was going to sleep with someone. I wasn't sure if it was because I was pent up and going crazy from all the time we had waited, or if it was just from my feelings for her.

"What are you thinking about, Patrick?"

"Just that I've never felt as strong for a girl before as I feel for you."

I must have said the magic words because Katya pounced on me, and roughly started kissing my neck and chest. I rubbed her shoulder and her torso, occasionally brushing my hand over her bra buckle. Every time I acted like I was going to unclip it, she would press her hips into me, driving me crazy. I didn't know how much more I could take before actually plunging myself into her, so I took off her bra and panties at the same time. As soon as I did that, she hooked her thumb into my waistband and pulled my underwear off. I rolled her over and took her breast in my hand, kissing her nipple passionately. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her leg around mine, rubbing her foot up and down my leg.

"Patrick, do it now. I want you."

I kissed Katya softly and positioned myself between her legs. She spread them around me willingly and I entered her slowly, bit by bit. She felt so tight around me and I was trying really hard not to end this prematurely because she felt so good. Katya rubbed my pecs and looked into my eyes as we moved our hips together, perfectly in tune with one another. My breath was getting pretty ragged, and Katya's moans were getting louder. When I saw her eyes roll back in her head and heard her scream my name at the same time she gave a loud gasp, I asked her if she was done. She nodded blissfully, and I was finally able to find my own release. I shuddered at the force of my own orgasm and could do nothing but lay on Katya afterwards. I wrapped my arms around her and wondered again if this is what love felt like.