Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Two Virgin Friends: EP1

This is a First Time story of two long-time friends who finally dare to let it happen. I tried my hardest to balance being extremely erotic with plausible. Two virgins have no idea what they are doing. They only have their desires to guide them. If you take the time, you will discover page after page of sex in here, but it does take time to get to. I, of course, think the build up is worth it, or I would have deleted the lot. I have no interest in wasting your time, but in the end for me it is the relationship that makes the sex erotic, not the other way around.

Oh, a last little note. Our female protagonist's name is Thuy. It's hard to tell you exactly how to pronounce this, but Twee, or just Tee, is pretty close. Just don't say Thooey. Have fun.

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It was my mother who told me.

"Jennifer, I mean, Thuy's back from Yale for spring break, Jacob."

Thuy's our neighbor and an old classmate of mine from high school. We had been friends since we were children. One day when she was eleven, she had randomly decided her new American name would be Jennifer. I argued for something like Thea that would be at least close to Thuy, but she stuck with Jennifer and in time only her family and I were left using her original name. My mom sometimes accommodated me.

"That's cool," I replied as I stuck my hand in the Frito bag.

"When's the last time you saw her?"

"Uhh... I guess last summer. The Nguyens all went on that skiing trip over Christmas, so she wasn't here then."

"That's a long time for you two."

"Yah. But we message each other some during the semester, so I know what's up."

Actually, Thuy and I messaged each other every week at least, but I didn't need to go into that.

"Well, why don't you go check in?"

"Yeah, ok." I stuck another bunch of chips in the dip bowl and popped them in my mouth.

"You don't want to see her?" my mom asked as I munched away.

"Huh? What?"

"Well, you don't seem in any rush."

"You just mentioned it to me! Anyway, I'm not just going to go over there for no reason."

"Just go welcome her back. It's not that complicated."

"Mom. Guys do not just go to people's houses to welcome them back. I'd have to take a gift basket or something to complete the image. Maybe some doilies that I had knitted."

her head in the fridge looking for something. "Guys don't

she

and then suddenly fixed me with an I-cant-believe-you-actually-are-acting-like-this look. "I just don't get

sighed exasperated. "For a kid as smart as you, you're

this conversation was headed. What had gotten into my mom? "What's

who fit together like you do... it's just a waste is all. Are you

between us. We're friends. She dates. I date. We talk about our dates to each other." "Must be a one-sided conversation 'cause I haven't seen you go out on a

"I date."

haven't gone out in

do have this whole full-time job thing with school at the

"I know."

don't

think you don't have any secrets. It's not healthy for

"Good."

"Good."

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She didn't say anything.

need to get

a

on the way out when my mother called after me. "Bouncing a ball really loud to get someone's attention is a lot more manly

the mood to shoot some hoops. What? She thought I was going to run around in circles trying to make a lot of noise to get Thuy's attention? I was 20, not 12. She must

caught the ball as it came down, ran to the corner, and sent it back up,

because of Thuy. When we were eight, we learned that her parents would let her stay out shooting balls with me 'til it was good and dark. Thought it was good exercise for her instead of reading all the time. It wasn't the first thing we had come up with to spend more time together. We also competed relentlessly in school, always trying to get a better score than the other. I still remembered the first time I heard a slam on my window and looked out to see Thuy pushing some A in Reading or Social Studies against the glass. As we moved into high school, we still competed, but it

while I was still at home, taking classes at the U. I had spent a semester at Cornell, but then my mother got sick, and I was needed at home. I spent about a month resenting it, until I discovered my mom crying over my

through the net, so I ran threw it, down the baseline, and then did a quick pivot and shoot.

us when I was six, all the way from Vietnam, via a year in Minnesota. In fact, they lived on the last lot we

couple quick free throws as the ball came

as mostly an outside shooter. Coach kept me out there, because I had never figured out how to get past the six- foot-ten guys. But give me a couple inches of free

ducked to the outside line. The center tossed the ball out to me from the double team on him. The clock was ticking down. I heard the crowd counting. 5. 4. I launched it up. The

make that shot 19 times out of

Thuy with a big grin. She stood not three feet from me in low jeans and a white top, with her trademark hair that cascaded to

you," I replied. "20 out of 20

yourself up about missing a shot. It was freaking high school, and

bounce away. "You know," I said sitting. "My goal in life was to peak at 18 and find eternal glory in the school trophy case. With that other guy, and the other one with the funny shorts.

"That's gotta suck."

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