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"Dude what are we doing?" Yord asked with an annoyed grumble, he had stump his toe for the third time since putting on this stupid blindfold and decided to follow Qimir's instructions,
"We're celebrating!" Qimir answered with an excited squeeze on Yord's shoulders, he turned and angled his friend to step further into the room, after leading him down the stairs,
"I told you, I didn't want to go to some dumb party," Yord said with a dejected huff,
"I know, but this is a different kind of party, trust me," Qimir replied excitedly, he led Yord further into the room,
"The last time I trusted you, we almost got arrested, and you got a black eye," Yord told Qimir, who seem to have forgotten the incident,
"Almost, and I healed up fast," Qimir told him, he brought Yord to a stop and spun him to face him, "But this time, no one's getting hurt, physically that is,"
"Wait, what-" Yord begun to ask, but a shove to his shoulders made him stumble backwards, his back and butt landing on a soft and smooth surface, "Dude!"
Yord reached up to remove the blindfold.
"Wait! Not yet!" Qimir said grabbing Yord's hands,
"Qimir..." Yord said in low voice, his agitation and anxiety now reaching a new level since listening to Qimir at the start of the night,
"Please, just two more minutes, then you can take it off," Qimir pleaded, Yord very much annoyed, nodded in agreement,
Yord heard Qimir shuffle away, followed by the sound of muffled voices and more shuffling. It got closer to him, and he felt himself fidget. His anxiety taking over the better half of his calmness, but some part of him decided to tryst Qimir, even half of the time, it usually got one of them in trouble, Yord decided to kept his trust in QImir, he was his best friend after all, who else could he trust if not him.
"Okay," Qimir called out, "You can take the blindfold off now!"
Yord sighed and removed the piece of fabric. He blinked quickly, trying to adjust his eyes to the low lights of the room. The walls were lined with metal shelving holding boxes, an old pair of washer and dryers sat on the corner, it was a basement. Yord turned his gaze ahead to Qimir and-
"Osha?" Yord questioned,
"Surprise!" Osha answered with a cheerful smile, she was dressed in an oversized hoodie that came down to her thighs, with fishnet stocking and black boots, Yord blinked and looked over to Qimir who was standing behind her,
"Happy Birthday, dude!" Qimir added on with an almost predatory grin,
"I- W-what is happening?" Yord asked looking between the two, Qimir grinned as he stepped out from behind Osha, looking too happy in himself,
"This is your party," QImir said with a wink,
"In a dark basement?" Yord asked, shifting his gaze between the two,
"I told you this was a bad idea," Osha sighed turning to QImir, "We should have just gone to Mae and Jecki's party,"
"No, this is a great idea," Qimir retorted turning to face her,
"What idea!?" Yord snapped,
The two shared a look before turning to Yord. Qimir smiled before moving to sit beside Yord and speak in a low voice, even though Osha could obviously still hear him.
"So you remember that thing you told me freshman year?" Qimir asked him,
"About the giant man in the fur suit?' Yord asked scrunching his face,
"No, about you and the thing, you know," Qimir spoke in a hush voice, he glanced at Osha then leaned in closer to Yord, "About you and the 'V' thing,"
Yord blinked. Once. Twice. Then blushed. His head snapped over to Osha who was holding back a small smile.
She knew.
He told her.
Qimir told Osha.
"Dude! I told you that in confidence!" Yord hissed at him,
"And I'm confidence that its out in the open now," Qimir with a playful grin, Yord blanched, he started to huff, his breath becoming heavier,
"I think it's really sweet," Osha spoke up, Yord froze as he turned to look at her,
"You do?" Yord questioned,
"Yeah, most people are so blinded by their carnal desires that they don't want to wait from something or someone special to come along," Osha told him, she walked over to pair and smiled at her friend,
"Guilty," Qimir said raising his hand with devilish grin,
"So the fact that you're choosing to wait for someone special to come along, so you can fully give yourself to them, is really sweet," Osha told him with a soft smile, Yord blinked up at her and started to blush, "Unlike this one, who'd jump on anything that moves-"
"Only you," Qimir said winking at her,
"You, Yord, are a special person, and you deserve someone who can meet you the way you want," Osha told him, Yord smiled at her, moved by her words,
"Which is why we're here," Qimir started to say as he got back up,
"In a basement?" Yord question,
"My great-aunt's basement to be exact, don't worry she's out of town, and left me to house sit for her while she's visiting her old friend," Qimir told him, knowing that Yord's goodie-two-shoes side would started to demand answers, "And we're gonna have a lil party of our own,"
"But if you're not comfortable we can go to Mae and Jecki's, and enjoy the night like normal adults," Osha interjected, "I told Qimir this would be too much, but he insisted,"
Yord blinked, he looked from her to Qimir, unable to read the dark look in his eyees.
"What kind of party?" Yord asked, he watched as Qimir grinned and stepped behind Osha,
"This kind," Qimir answered,
Yord watched in stunned silence, as Qimir reached around Osha, and begun to unzip the hoodie she was wearing. Time slowed as the zipper came down, and inch by inch of Osha's skin was revealed. Yord's breath hitched as the hoodie finally opened. Osha shuffled, stepping out of her boots, as Qimir pushed the hoodie from her shoulders and Yord took in the view.
A black satin bra and panty, with fishnet stocking, sitting delicately across soft brown skin.
It was everything Yord had ever dream and yet still more.
"Look at that Osha, Yord's smitten," Qimir chuckled as he ran his hand across her waist,
"I-I, I don't understand, w-what's h-happening," Yord stuttered out, unable to take his eyes away from Osha's skin,
"Hey, eyes up here," Qimir spoke, his voice dropped from the normally nasal one to the low voice, he used when he got serious, as snapped his fingers, Yord blinked up looked up, his eyes met Osha's and he took in the soft blush across her face, "This is you're present,"
"O-Osha is-" Yord stuttered, Qimir shook his head and chuckled,
"Okay, let's speed things along shall we," Qimir spoke, his voice as he begun to caress the open miles of Osha's skin, "Here's the plan, Fandor, Osha and I talked it over, and we decided-"
"He decided," Osha corrected,
"That it's about time you join the rest of us, and lose that V-card," Qimir told him,
"But-"
"But nothing, Fandor, if I can hear your whining or pining anymore about Osha, and how good she is, and how much you wished you'd find someone like her,"
"Because she is, and there's no one like her," Yord said softly, unable to look Osha in the eye,
"So that's why you're gonna let her take that Fandar V-card," Qimir said a predatory grin,
"W-What?" Yord blinked,
"The plan was to just let Osha, here, jump your bones the moment you walked in-"
"But I wanted to talk it out first," Osha said throwing an annoyed glance at Qimir, "Make sure this was okay with you,"
"Oh trust me, Osha, he's more than okay with it," Qimir said nodding towards Yord, Osha followed his eyes and bit back a smile, and that's when Yord finally felt notice how hard he was, he reached over grabbing a cushion to cover him, "Oh Yord don't hide it, Osha doesn't seem to mind,"
"Stop it," Osha scolded but Qimir ignored her and kept going,
"Listen Fandar, you're about to get the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here, You and the girl of dreams, one night, virginity gone, just like that, " Qimir said he begun to undo Osha's bra, as he fell away he traced his hand down her body before reaching the soft soft of her panty, sliding his hand in to cup her core, causing Osha to gasp softly, "So you can either man up, get with the program and enjoy yourself for your birthday, or you can keep your virginity and those very heavy and full blue balls, and we go somewhere else, your choice,"
This is mad.
This is crazy.
This is...
"Osha, are you o-okay with this?" Yord asked swallowing a lump in his throat,
"Mmmh," She said softly, she gasped as Qimir begun to move his fingers against her, "Like I said Yord, I think it's sweet, and you're okay with me being your first... I'd love to be that for you,"
"So Fandar you in or not?" Qimir asked as he leaned in close to Osha, nipping softly at her neck,
Yord blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then nodded.
"Use your words big boy," Qimir said between laying kisses on Osha's neck, "Ask her nicely,"
"Please Osha," Yord begun to say,
"Please what?" Qimir asked with a low chuckle keeping up his ministrations on Osha's body,
"Please l-let me f... f-fuck y-you," Yord stuttered out, unsure of what to say,
Osha smiled softly, and called Yord over with her finger. He rose from the couch, dropping the cushion, revealing his upright member to her (and Qimir) as he made his way over to her.
In trance like stake he made his over to her, holding eye contact the entire time, until Osha reached up, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing his lips into hers.
And just like that Yord Fandar had his first kiss.
And he was about to get so much more.