No Such Thing as Magic

Hi everyone! This is my second fanfic and my first original. It was inspired by a review I once read on an inuyasha fanfic (cant remember by who or which fic) that critiscized the author for not displaying a real enough version of someones first time having sex. Well, this is what I came up with! Nothing special, I hope you at least get a few good laughs or click away with some knowledge. But I\'m sure no one is reading this so let\'s get to the sex!


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Hi, my name is Sydney, and I’ve been a nymphomaniac for about as long as I can remember. Funny thing is though, I lost my virginity last week. Up until about a month ago, my hands could keep me satisfied, keep me stable for a day or two until my desire, no, my need for release would overtake me. I never thought touching myself was disgraceful or shameful, I mean, didn’t they tell you in sex Ed that it “wasn’t a bad thing?” How the hell could it be when it feels so…fuck...I don’t’ even have the words for it. Anyone that has ever had that “best orgasm of my life” knows what I’m talking about. Sorry for all of you that don’t, really, I am VERY sorry.

So last month I met this guy Matt at this bar my friends and I snuck into, and immediately, I knew I wanted him. Of course, that happens with about every cute or potentially hot guy I know, but this time, he was actually available and possibly interested.

“Go for it Syd.” They said. Those fuckers. Those two cows had already lost their virginity. They would talk about their experiences between themselves, but never, NEVER would they spill the juicy details to the one that needed them the most. After last week I finally know why.

“So Matt, we’re leaving now, but here’s my number. Give me a call and let’s hang out sometime.” I flashed a seductive smile his way as I headed out the doors with my two giggling girlfriends.

Next thing I knew I was on my first first date with the hunk of a man called Matt. Just your average first date really, or from what I heard most first dates were like anyway. We went for a cheap dinner, the sexual tension simply zinging back and forth between us, and caught a movie. Well, we paid for the tickets, but we weren’t really watching it if you catch my drift. No we were NOT screwing each other in the theatre! Just a little foreplay is all. Don’t make me out to be a slut just because I’m horny most of the time, jeez. But the first date is rather irrelevant to my story; it’s the second one that really matters.

When he did call me back two days later he invited me and the dairy queens to his party. “My parents are out for the holiday weekend, so we can do whatever we want.” Whatever we want? I loved that emphasis. He seemed so suave, but I could detect that hint of childish nervousness in the back of his throat, and he probably could hear mine too. “Oh, and make sure to bring your friend Jack with you.”

“Sure thing.” I beamed over the line. Yes I was. Me and a few shots of whiskey? Of course I’d be a sure thing!

A few hours later I rang the doorbell to a house that was obviously open, but I wanted to be polite anyway. “Matt, this is Jack. Jack, this is Matt.”

“WHISKEY!” He slurred as he snagged the stolen bottle out of my hand. “C’mon, let’s get you drunk.” I followed him into the kitchen past the intoxicated partygoers and he poured a shot for me. I’m pretty small, and rather inexperienced with drinking so I started off with two. It was enough to get me to loosen up and not care about tonguing him in front of all those people, not like they would’ve cared. I wouldn’t have called myself, drunk, but I was definitely something.

“Hey Sydney, how old are you?” He stammered between all the kissing and the licking.

“17, why?”

“REALLY? Me too!”

“But”-

“Fake I.D.” I could only manage a “mm” in response. Having a conversation AND trying to have sex with your clothes on is rather difficult.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you?”

“Yeah. What do you say we go upstairs and help each other out?” How romantic. How fucking romantic.

Next thing I knew I was upstairs, in the dark, and on the bed with Matt. We kept rolling over each other on the bed, fighting for the submissive position. I guess we both didn’t want to be held responsible for knowing what to do during our time together. Matt finally took on his preconceived notion of his duties as a man and stopped fighting for the bottom. His payment? I took off my shirt. That was it; my excitement peaked as I realized that finally all those years of waiting for the physical feeling of sex was going to be over that night. I was finally going to have that “best orgasm of my life” with a real guy and not my hand.

Ha! What a stupid little fuck I was.

I had never undressed a man before that night. I should’ve known that the events preceding it would have been just as extremely awkward, but all that porn had led me to believe otherwise. No one but my goddam parents had seen me naked before, and that stopped after I became aware of myself. And there I was, unsuccessfully attempting to unbutton Matt’s shirt as he unsuccessfully attempted to unhook my bra.

“Help.” He said flatly has he continued to devour my neck.

“Me first.” I was fucking fed up with that shirt of his. Who the hell makes the buttons so big and the holes so tiny? I yanked his shirt open and buttons flew everywhere.
“What the fuck was that for?”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I said as I lowered my head and licked from his belly button up to his jaw, hoping to God that he didn’t think it was disgusting. The only reaction I got was a grunt as he fiddled with my bra some more until my hands reached behind my back and undid the hooks. Suddenly he seemed as if all the alcohol he consumed had never been there in the first place. Poor guy looked just as helpless as I probably did. He knew what he was supposed to do, and so did I, but neither of us had actually ever done it.

With much hesitation, he lowered his head towards my nipple and began licking and sucking. But it seemed like he was trying to nurse me rather than pleasure me. And what the hell was I supposed to do? Just sit there like a doll? I started to move my hands down his abdomen and reached his belt. Was I supposed to undo it? Grab his erection through his pants? He was currently hunched over while sitting on my legs so I ruled out the second one because his dick was too smooshed into my thighs.

He stopped trying to make me lactate and went back to plain ‘ol kissing, except he started to undo his own pants and pushed my hands toward mine. I caught on and took off my jeans as he discarded his too. Our hands were everywhere, as if exploring the unknown territory, looking for something familiar. Neither of us found that something, especially now that I was in my lacy boy shorts and he in his…breakfast boxers?!!!? Seriously, the guy had fried eggs and sausage on his boxers. I would’ve laughed because in any other situation I would’ve thought they were rather funny and cute. But “cute” was not what I was looking for. I was looking for, sexy, sultry, and an orgasm.

I think we ended up taking our own underwear off too, because all I can remember from there was his rather disappointing erection hovering next to my womanhood as he moved my legs around and positioned himself. That was probably the weirdest part of the whole ordeal. Not the actual act of sex, but positioning ourselves to get ready for the act of sex…so fucking awkward.

To be honest, it lasted a total of about seven minutes. The beginning was no big deal; I had popped my own cherry long ago. And the sensation of something filling me was nothing new, just that this time it was bigger, and this time, it was a someONE. I was thoroughly embarrassed by his presence; no one had ever been there except me, and here I was with my legs spread wide revealing just about everything to this guy. The majority of the time I was trying not to get too bored with the repetitiveness of Matt’s thrusts by moaning a little. At the end of it all, Matt decided to ‘spice it up’ by thrusting harder into me, and then he let out this loud groan and collapsed.

‘That was it? I didn’t even get to cum!’ My eyes were wide in shock as I thought to myself. ‘How fucking lame, I bet he doesn’t even know what a clit is! I need to get out of here.’ I scooted him off me and nudged myself to the side. That lazy fucker was already sleeping.

I spent the rest of the night drinking as much as I possibly could, trying to forget quite possibly the most disappointing experience of my life. Too bad I threw it all up a couple hours later.

So here I am, with all the vivid memories of that night, and I have just one thing to say. There is no such thing as magic when it comes to sex. Too fucking bad.

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Thanks for reading everyone! I dont\' really give a fuck if you review or not since I\'m not contiuing anything, but it would always be nice! (NO flames plz!)