Markus's STD test was clean, as he expected. That Saturday night, he arrived at the girls' apartment, freshly showered and shaved.
By the time Markus arrived, Kait and Jasmin had given Layla an enthusiastic pep talk, both encouraging her to have a full range of sexual experience, but also to let them know if she was uncomfortable or in pain at any time. "We'll be right there with you, sweetie," Jasmin said. "Don't worry about anything."
"I'm not worried," Layla scoffed. "I just want to do this and get it over with. I have a lab report I have to get done." Over that afternoon, she'd considered canceling this "sex experiment" with Markus, not because she was afraid, but just because she had a lot of biochemistry work to do, and no matter how much her roommates were excited for her, Layla herself felt neutral at best about what she was going to do with Markus. It didn't feel alluring, or "sexy," or even that exciting. But after some thought, she realized that her roommates had gone to some trouble to set all this up, and everything was in place, and she still was a little curious about what sex was like.
So fine, she'd satisfy that curiosity, and then she'd be done with all that, maybe for the rest of her life. By now -- and partly from joining an asexual support group when she was in her senior year of college -- she'd come to completely accept herself and her sexual orientation. She didn't agree to have sex with Markus because she was unsure of that. But she was a scientist, too, and a curious person, and something about going through the rest of her life without knowing what sex felt like, even just physically, didn't seem like the best decision.
When Markus was in the apartment, Jasmin offered him some water -- and a pill of Cialis she'd cadged from a friend. "Just for insurance," she told Markus. "Can't hurt, right?"
He shrugged and swallowed the pill, the first time he'd ever taken a drug like that, since he'd never been troubled by erectile dysfunction. But now he was glad for it, because suppose he got nervous or something and blew this chance?
"Hey, Markus," Layla said, when he came in and sat down. She was wearing a plain black V-neck t-shirt and a pair of purple pajama pants, even though her roommates had offered to lend Layla something "sexier."
"Hey, Layla," he answered, gazing at her petite body and noticing the outline of her nipples: she wasn't wearing a bra. He thought of all the times he imagined what she looked like naked, what her tits and pussy looked like, what it'd be like to fuck her -- and it still blew his mind that he was about to find that out. "Um, so we're doing this thing, I guess?"
"Looks like it," she said, in her usual matter-of-fact voice. Layla looked over at Jasmin and Kait, who were both holding glasses of wine. They'd tried to get Layla to drink some earlier that night, to relax, but after a few sips of wine, she said she didn't want any more. "OK, so now what?"
Kait couldn't help smiling at how inexperienced Layla was. "Now we go to the bedroom. That's where sex usually happens."
The three of them went to Layla's bedroom. Layla and Markus sat on the bed, while Kait and Jasmin stayed standing. "Why don't you kiss?" Jasmin suggested. "That's how sex usually starts."
"Sure," Markus said, leaning forward and putting his lips on Layla's. She recoiled momentarily, but then stayed still with her lips motionless and a bored expression on her face.
"Open your lips a little, sweetie," Kait said. "Let him put his tongue in your mouth, and you put yours in his. That's called French kissing."
Layla rolled her eyes. "I know that. I'm asexual, not a moron."
Markus laughed and started pushing his tongue inside her mouth, feeling the wet warmth, and already feeling his cock start to stiffen. Layla let him kiss her, and timidly poked her tongue out, too, but after a few seconds, she pulled back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"OK, that's enough."
"How'd it feel for you?" Jasmin asked.
"Eh." Layla glanced at her alarm clock, then at Markus. "I mean, nothing against you, Markus. It's just not -- I don't know. Let's just move along."
Jasmin suggested Layla take off her shirt and let Markus feel her breasts. "He can kiss them a little, too, and suck your nipples. That's called second base."
"OK," Layla said, taking off her V-neck shirt briskly and dropping it unceremoniously on the bed. And then Markus was -- finally -- seeing her breasts. They were small, as expected, but not tiny, and he especially liked her nipples. They were pink and not too small or not too big, just perfect little cones on her breasts, which, size-wise, were like two halves of a tennis ball.
"Is it--is it OK to touch them?" he asked, noticing Kait nod in approval at him asking permission.
"Sure."
For the next minute, Markus cupped and fondled Layla's breasts, feeling thrilled at the sensation of feeling her like this, and feeling her nipples harden, obviously involuntarily, since Layla herself seemed blasé about "second base," glancing off toward her wall or ceiling and not showing much of a reaction. "Does that feel nice at all?" he asked.
"Um, it doesn't hurt," Layla said. "I don't know. It just feels like you're touching my breasts. That's all."
"OK, well, at least you tried it. Do you know what third base is, honey?" Jasmin asked, when it became clear that Layla was bored with second base.
"When he touches between my legs."
Jasmin nodded and finished her glass of wine. "Do you want him to do that now?"
"I guess so."
"OK, take your pants off, then. And your underwear."
A moment later Layla was completely naked in front of Markus. Her skin was beautiful, creamy and pale and with no blemishes that he could see. And as he would have guessed, she didn't seem to do any grooming to her pubic hair, though she did shave her armpits and legs. But her bush was beautifully full and -- to his delight -- a natural blond, her pubic hair matching her light hair and eyebrows. For the first time in his life, he saw (in real life) a triangle of blond pubes, the color of hay in the sunlight. Her bush was almost downy in parts, and behind the golden hair he saw light pink pussy lips, plumper and thicker than he had expected, and with longish inner lips that dangled a bit below her outer ones. He might have guessed she had a "tidy" pussy, just a slit between her legs, basically, but apparently not. It always amazed him, how you could never predict what a woman's pussy would look like. But they were all beautiful to him, and knowing that he was going to get to touch and taste Layla's was making him almost dizzy with excitement and anticipation.
"Are you ready for him to touch you?" Kait asked.
"I guess so," Layla said, again. "I mean, that's the point of this whole thing, right?"
Markus had to smile at how unexcited she seemed, but by now he didn't care much about Layla's attitude. He just wanted to keep going and feel that golden pussy of hers.
"Here, sweetie," Kait said, setting up two pillows against Layla's headboard. "Just lay back and spread your legs. He's going to touch you now. Just try to enjoy the sensation."
Nearly trembling with excitement, Markus scooted close to Layla and, before he started touching her pussy, leaned forward to kiss her neck gently, like he would if he was on a real date. Otherwise, just touching her felt too clinical, right? But Layla squirmed away from his kiss and made an annoyed grunt.
"No, don't do that. It feels too ticklish."
"Oh. OK. Sorry." Markus was tempted to make a comment about it being strange that Layla was fine with him touching her vagina, but not kissing her neck, but thought better of it.
