Adam's and Richard's CFNM Trials
Oliver was in love with Sarah like no other woman. Deeply in love with her. He found her beautiful, thoughtful and kind. He thought there was a little bit of soul-mate bonding between them. He was an ice hockey player and she a field hockey player. They had been in many classes together, started out as friends, sometimes attended each other's games, and grew close over the spring as Oliver often walked Sarah home.
Sarah really like Oliver, appreciated Oliver. She liked his company and grew fond of how the serious side of him could be smart and even intellectual. She generally suffered without complaint his stubborn streak. She accepted his heartfelt adoration of her. She didn't, however, think the romance would go on forever. She was well aware that they would go her separate ways when they went off to their respective colleges. But she was willing to let it edge over from non-romantic into romantic for the summer.
The desire for this change in a relationship from the platonic to the intimate was what initiated almost all traditional judging. There were no rules about which party initiated this change. Sometimes the boys would initiate, which was regarded as both acknowledging and accepting that they would soon be displaying their male sex organ in an effort to be judged worthy of moving into the intimate stage. Sometimes the girls would initiate, usually out of true romantic feelings. A few were simply curious, and a few, like Sarah, were trying it more seriously, like teenagers trying drugs.
Either way, the atmosphere in a relationship would be charged when it became apparent that the ceremony itself would be happening. The sets of emotions on either side of the relationship were often very different. Most boys felt some kind of hope tinged with heated anguish and humility at every event. Most girls, however, found their emotions underwent an evolution that started out sharing some of the boy's embarrassment, and with more experience matured into a sense of amazement at their ability to manage these events, and finally arrived at a satisfied awareness that, with the right boys and right guidance, their expectations of what came down choreographing the entertainment could be unconditionally met.
This awareness came over time, and certainly did not arrive in a big way for Sarah when she went through the whole ceremony for the first time very shortly after turning 18 with a want-to-be boyfriend named Adam. For Adam, also 18, she wanted to test the waters, and was the one who had proposed a judging. It went very well, but it was her first time and she had no expectations or experience to guide her. In fact, as she reviewed it over the days just following, she saw that that first proposal was carried out too perfunctorily.
One day after she had made her mind up to be brave enough to make the proposal, they were alone in the living room of her house, and Adam agreed, even eagerly agreed, but then managed to stand up only very slowly, turning red with embarrassment, looked at the ceiling and hesitatingly brought his hands to his front and then actually unzipped his pants, fumbled within his underwear, and pulled out his penis. It had in fact taken Adam a good 20 or 30 seconds to overcome a buzzing reluctance and get his zipper down and fish his penis out with trembling fingers. But eventually Sarah was sitting there looking at Adam, who had not moved his hands away from in front of him, and the expression on her face was telling Adam plainly, "What are you doing?" Finally he put his hands down at his sides and she was looking at Adam's rather drooping, long, fat and pink-headed penis.
Adam's face was taut, pained, and she saw the flickering of hope coupled with the chagrin of humility. His eyes darted with nervous embarrassment. He stood there, and after a minute, because he had only shown her the shaft and head of his penis, she surprised herself by saying, "I think something is missing here, Adam," which caused an unexpected pang of joy to pass through her as she recognized that she could have input into how this event might be managed.
She watched Adam's penis and it hung plump and immobile, and, as it was among the first penises she saw, she studied it rather closely. When she looked up from it to Adam's face, she saw that Adam was cringing and continuing to look around the room but not back at her, and it dawned on her from this that the atmosphere in the room was charged with an imbalance of power in her favor. She realized that, in fact, she had no more to do than sit, look, and maybe encourage, while Adam must act, even react. She became aware that Adam knew he needed to do more, by convention let her see all of his genitalia. She also knew that tradition could easily and adamantly compel him to do this. Then she realized that Adam was also aware of this and in fact seemed to be waiting for her to require it.
'Well," she asked.
Adam had no reply. There was a long moment of silence in the room as he stood exposed to her. With both hands, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, then gave her a questioning look, silently asking if maybe she would indicate that actually he didn't have to go further. She smiled, and while looking at length at his penis, calmly waved her hand in a small circle to encourage him. He dropped his pants which fell to the floor, and he stood there with his penis hanging through the slit in his white underwear.
She took in the realization that more of his body was exposed, and that his pants were out of reach on the floor around his ankles. She openly examined his penis, and smiled appreciatively at him.
Standing with his pants at his ankles, Adam had to find a way to retract his penis back into his underwear so that he could comfortably take them down. This act of touching his penis in front of her to push it back into his underwear was remarkably humbling for him. He wanted to turn away and do it more privately, but with his pants at his ankles he only managed to twist to the side, which gave Sarah the sight of him from the side as he managed to withdraw his penis back into his underwear.
"Oh Adam," she said nonchalantly as he turned, and he gave her a deer-in-the-headlights look. She watched with new-found appreciation as he put his penis away.
"Now," she said sternly, requiring the full event.
Adam faced her again, his face turned down with consternation, pulled the elastic top of his underwear away, sighed, then peeled his underwear down near his knees, and straightened up in front of her. This state of semi-undress lasted a few minutes more, with Adam on display and obviously in high anguish, and then it was all over when she decided that Adam wasn't boyfriend material just right now.
That first judging gave her a taste of the way this ceremony unfolds. She realized that she had a necessary role in achieving a satisfactory level of ceremony, and deep down inside she sensed enjoyment at the type of role it suggested she might take in the ritual. It impacted what happened a short two weeks later with her second proposal made out of the blue to Richard on a day when she and Richard were part of a swimming party at Cindy's house. A somewhat shy, frank and lanky senior, she had known Richard for all of senior year, shown hints of mutual attraction, but Sarah had not planned to get intimately involved with anyone so soon after things went awry with Adam.
She was, however, intrigued by the fact that they were together there at the pool party most of the day, and by late afternoon Richard was slightly drunk and repeatedly making it obvious to her that he was interested in her. She was covered in a yellow gingham sundress over her suit, and he was in a Hawaiian shirt and stretchy bathing trunks, and his state of casual dress along with his overtures was enough to give rise in her mind to the idea that maybe she could contrive to have Richard entertain and maybe even accept a proposal.
Once the idea of judging Richard had dawned on her, Sarah found herself fancying it and toying with it for much of the afternoon. She considered it to be half-baked, too sudden, and so far-fetched that there was almost no likelihood that Richard would accept. In her mind these made for nearly perfect conditions for trying it out.
Late in the day she and her close friend Emily were in the kitchen cutting watermelon and he came alone bearing an empty plastic cup through the sliding glass doors from the backyard. He came along with the sounds of the party outside into the room and as soon as he had slid the door shut and turned to them Sarah paused her cutting and plunged unhesitatingly into the proposal. She asked quietly and steadily. "Richard, you know, I think you like me, a lot, and I would like to make a proposal to you, right here with Emily as witness, for a traditional judging."
Richard, of course, did not at first comprehend what she was saying. But after a few seconds his face turned to stunned incredulity. His eyes glazed briefly in thought and Sarah could see he was filled with trouble. There was a long moment of silence in the kitchen during which Emily's jaw dropped a bit. She had no idea it was coming, and after she too realized what had happened, her face gave way to an amazed smile. Her eyes darted briefly to what was visible of the front of Richard's bathing trunks. He was a finely proportioned male, just over 6 feet tall, with cropped curly hair and a jawline that dovetailed with a dimpled chin. His narrow waist and torso betrayed his track running experience.
Richard was very attracted to Sarah, but he hadn't spent much time thinking she would want to have an intimate relationship with him. He had never received a judging proposal, had never given a showing, and like many boys had given it depressingly little thought. A speechless Emily recovered herself enough to stop slicing the watermelon and put the knife she was cutting with firmly down with a thunk on its side on the cutting board. She cocked her head at Sarah, and announced to the kitchen in general, "Now that's what I'm talking about."
