Cowboy with no cow

It was never said out loud, but it was obvious that your boyfriend, Koby, was a virgin.

It showed in his cautious touches and his eagerness to end make out sessions right before any heavy petting ensued in concern it would lead to more and he’d be forced to let out his dirty little secret.

Well, it wasn’t like it mattered to you. You were a virgin once too, so was everyone! So what if he was a bit of a late bloomer? It was honestly a bit of a turn on.

It also wasn’t a case of Koby not wanting sex. Quite the contrary! He may seem sweet, innocent, and levelheaded, but when he looked in your direction it took all his self control not to pop a boner right then and there. Not to mention when you’d cuddle up to him while watching a movie or taking a nap together, he swore you were trying to kill him sometimes.

It was hard for poor Koby. On one hand, he wanted so badly to take the next step in his relationship with you, but on the other, he was terrified of seeming like he was rushing you.

But it’s been four months and late night make outs just weren’t cutting it anymore for either of you.

So, he acted on it.

Shooting you a text after class, he arranged for you to stay at his apartment for the night. He planned everything perfectly, his roommate was going to be out for the weekend so they’d have privacy to be… well, loud.

Waiting for you to arrive was excruciating. He sat on his couch, wringing his hands and staring off into space for the entire wait. He fumbled over his own thoughts, his mind filling with all the things he could do to you. He thought about how you’d taste on his tongue. Your kisses were already so sweet they drove him crazy, he could feel a familiar stirring in his lower abdomen at the mere thought of it.

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“Hey,” your sweet voice sounded from the front door, Koby not even hearing you unlock it and walk in with the spare key he provided for you at the beginning of your relationship.

He almost jumped at the sight of you, his eyes immediately trailing over your body, ogling at the way your jeans hugged your hips and your striped black and grey sweater emphasized your chest. He recovered quickly and smiled at you, wiping his palms on his pants before getting up at making his way over to you.

“Hey,” he responded, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, savoring the sweetness of your strawberry flavored lip gloss, “how was class?”

He did his best to appear normal, as if his mind wasn’t clouded to the high heavens.

“Oh it was fine for the most part,” you trailed off, setting your bag down by the door and shuffling your shoes off next to it. The clatter of your keys hitting the marble island sounded so much louder to Koby, his senses heightened as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

When you stood up straight and got a good look at Koby, you noticed how on edge and tense he seemed, almost nervous. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously, “you okay?”

Koby’s heart almost dropped to his ass when you caught onto him so quickly, yet he still gave you a smile and nodded, not wanting you to worry about him like something was actually wrong. Though, he knew if he didn’t say anything soon, nothing would happen and his plan would be foiled.

“Let’s just hang out,” he shrugged, trying to change the subject before turning on his heel and heading back to the couch to lay back on it, patting his stomach to signal you over to lay on top of him like you two usually did.

You stared at him for a few seconds, not believing him that everything was 100% fine, but eventually you caved at the goofy look on his face and laughed softly, taking your rightful spot on top of him, your hips flush against his. Koby tried desperately not to think about it.

He put on some trashy Tubi movie, a horror flick about a couple of reckless teens deciding it was a perfectly good idea to spend the weekend in an abandoned cabin.

By the first death, Koby was getting antsy. His hand on your back moving gently underneath your sweater, rubbing softly against your skin to soothe you. It was an action that he found himself naturally doing without you having to ask. Perhaps it was a way to calm the both of you.

He spent an unbelievable amount of time hyping himself up and internally dying over what he could possibly do to direct your attention to him. But, turns out, he didn’t need to do anything. Just unintentionally staring at you for a prolonged amount of time did the trick and you lifted your head to look up at him, feeling his eyes burning holes into your head.

“Seriously Koby, what’s up with you?” you asked with a laugh, propping yourself up with your forearms on either side of his torso.

Your voice shocked him out of his daze and he realized he had been staring, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the prospect of getting caught.

“Sorry,” he apologized and lifted his free hand to run through his hair awkwardly, “you’re just really pretty.”

This seemed to satisfy you, even more than he anticipated when he noticed your eyes flicking to his lips before you slowly advanced on him, pressing your lips to his.

He responded equally as gentle, eyes falling shut as he kissed you passionately, both his hands coming to rest on your waist. Your lips moved meticulously against each other, tongues peeking out every so often, but not enough to be demanding or too distracting.

Koby made sure this went on for longer than usual, resisting the slight urge to pull away and direct their attention back to the movie. He was nervous, yes, but he had to stay strong.

Eventually, you were the one to pull away first, not retreating too far as you gazed over his face. The look on yours told him that you were thinking, perhaps more than he was. You knew this was it. Somehow, you knew. You felt it.

Faster than last time, you reconnected your lips to his and he eagerly responded in kind, taking the lead as something switched in his brain.

The kiss, deeper than before, helped him build up some confidence and he gently maneuvered you underneath him, his knees between yours as your legs bordered him the best they could on the cramped couch. He only pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes before kissing you yet again.

His hands trailed down your body, exiting your sweater to run over the denim of your jeans, feeling the warmth of your thighs underneath it. He swore he was going insane, his head spinning.

This was really happening. Finally. Happening.

It felt like time was moving tediously, allowing him all the time in the world to kiss you and feel your body underneath his for the first time. You fit perfectly against him, your hands now holding onto his biceps, rotating between them and his cheeks, occasionally running up through his hair.

Tugging on the hem of your sweater, he pulled away to catch his breath properly and get a good look at you. You looked so beautiful, he thought you were the most perfect partner he could’ve ever asked for.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging again.

When you nodded silently, he sat up so he could help you out of it, shamelessly staring at your breasts once the garment was off and tossed to the floor. He thanked whatever God that was listening that you forgone a bra today, almost as if you did it for him.

He cautiously lifted a both his hands to rest on your sides, soothing up and down them before he lowered himself down to kiss your breasts, earning a surprised gasp out of you, causing him to look up at you through his lashes.

The sight was one to behold, truly. He looked so handsome like this, in such a promiscuous position, gently dragging his tongue over your right nipple, his eyes on yours all the while.

You let your head call back against the couch and you held Koby’s head to your breast, soft moans and whines leaving your lips as he closed his lips around it and began to gently suck between licks.

“Koby,” you sighed, your free hand finding purchase on his shoulder blade, holding him close.

You almost whined in protest when he pulled away and sat up, only to go silent when he pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor next to yours. He wasn’t totally ripped, but the definition was there. You were sure there were hearts in your eyes as you stared.

The both of you paused for a few quiet moments, the only sound being the TV in the background. Neither of you paid any mind to the movie anymore, completely forgetting everything going on around you.

“I want to taste you,” Koby said eventually, his eyes flicking to yours and the button of your jeans repeatedly as he placed his hands on your knees, “can I?”

You were rendered speechless at his deceleration, genuinely shocked. Who was this man and what did he do to your Koby? You knew he was a man before anything else and he had needs, likely turning to porn like the rest of the population. It just shocked you by how bold he was being all of the sudden.

But hey, you weren’t complaining.

Quickly, you nodded pushing yourself up to sit on the couch properly, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of your jeans. Koby moved down onto the floor before you, kneeling, eagerly eyeing the space between your legs.

The sight of him kneeling with his hands in his lap almost made you short circuit, but you stayed focused on the task at hand.

Once you had your jeans off, you made room for Koby between your legs and settled down. Watching as he stared directly at you, his eyes trailing over your body. Once, twice, three times. Until, he broke.

He placed his hands on your legs, rubbing up them a few times before he surged forward and buried his head between your thighs, your hand immediately grasping his hair as you gasped and twitched around him in surprise.

His lips were soft against your skin, your slick covering them as the kissing and fondling from before had excited you to no end. He kissed and licked at your clit, reminding himself to target that area, but not to be too harsh as to hurt you or cause you discomfort,

He wanted this to be a good memory for you to look back on.

Your lips fell open and you dropped back against the back of the couch, fingers tugging Koby closer, wanting to feel him closer. Nothing could’ve prepared you for his tongue entering your hole, a sharp gasp ripped from your throat and you arched your back a bit.

His hands dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding them open as you unintentionally tried closing them around his head when he directed his attention back to your clit. His tongue traversed through your folds, lapping up the wetness and taste of you. Soft moans left his throat, muffling against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

Your climax came faster than you’d expected, cumming around his tongue with a loud moan and a shudder, your hand pushing his head away. He was so latched onto you that a suctioned pop sounded out into the room, his mouth open as he pulled away. His chin was wet as well as the area around his lips, even the tip of his nose. He wiped your juices away with the back of his hand and smiled up at you.

“Was that good?” he questioned, immediately seeking reassurance and praise from you.

You laughed breathlessly at this, nodding and huffing out a soft “yes”.

Koby smiled and laughed as well, dropping his head down to your thigh to press his forehead against it.

“I want more of this,” he said, lifting up his head to look up at you after he caught his breath, “but I want it to be in my bed.”

“I’d like that,” you replied, eager to explore more of this side of your boyfriend.

WHEW!! This took hours! Both of research and putting this together.

I hope I did alright and ppl actually wanna read it lmao. I am so invested in Franco. I love him so much and this was super interesting to explore. Lemme know what y'all think!