Sweethearts

Yeah, this got REALLY longwinded.
It's not over. There will be one more chapter after this.

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Just seeing that look and knowing he’d be disappointing her by leaving made him give. “Fine, I’ll stay. But don’t get used to it! I don’t want the others to start talking.”

She cheered, wrapping her arms back around his neck and kissing him deeply as her only thanks. The hyper boy couldn’t help but react to her enthusiasm, moaning lowly into her mouth and letting his tongue run along hers. It would, indeed, be nice to sleep with his arms wrapped around her, getting to smell her hair all night long... He’d just have to find a way to sneak off to the shower or at least bathroom for a while before they settled in, because at the rate things were going, his penis wasn’t going to let him rest without some relief.

And if he was going to go excuse himself for a bit once they finished making out anyway, then there was no harm in a little extra enthusiasm, he decided. Scooting around until he was sure his crotch would rest below her, not on her, he let his chest rest lightly atop her and sucked softly on her lower lip, prompting a pleased giggle from Dawn. Quickly the hand not playing with his hair started to stroke his back, and he found himself actually concentrating on *not* moving in time to her massaging.

Somewhere inside he was still mad at himself for seeing such a sweet girl in such a sexual light, but he'd managed to push that down more and more in recent weeks, especially after his talk with Blake the day before. It was starting to make sense to him; he wasn't *sexualizing* her because he wasn't treating her as an object. Instead he had just grown close enough to her that he wanted to share more with her... If anything, it was starting to look like his solo endeavors were the greedy part, because he was pleasing only himself in the process, and not giving her any pleasure.

Right now he was giving her what he could. His lips had slid away from hers to press against her neck, making her let out small mewling noises and arch her back toward him. Barry had no idea why Dawn's neck would seem to taste so good, or why his lips instinctively followed the hottest parts of it, but he knew he couldn't help but smile every time she moaned.

He gasped when her hands suddenly were on his rear, in a habit he found strange but not entirely objectionable. She'd decided at some point that his rear pockets were a great place to put her hands when they were making out or even just cuddling, and he'd simply accepted it and let her – with how much taller he was than her, it was likely in perfect reach.

Her motions stilled, and he tilted his head to look up at her, wondering if she might have fallen asleep. But her fingers were still moving a little in his right pocket, and from the feel of it, he had something in that pocket. “Dawn?”

“Barry...” she answered, her voice puzzled. “What's this?”

“I don't know. Must have put it there and forgotten about it.” He didn't use his back pockets much, but he had worn these two days in a row, so he wasn't too surprised that something had found it's way into there. “A receipt or something?”

But the thing in his pocket wasn't made of paper, it was made of foil, and Dawn was confused by its presence because she was pretty sure she knew what it was. Carefully she pulled it out, bringing it up to where she could see it, and blinking in confusion.

“Barry... why do you have a condom.”

He was sure he'd never sat up that fast in his life, except maybe on Chistmas morning. He was in a state of utter panic. “A what? What was in my pocket?”

She held it up shyly, blushing a little. The package was silver foil with diagonal text exclaiming “Gallade” and below it “glow in the dark”, and a very clear round indentation on it.

“It...” He didn't know what to say, and instead just stared in disbelief, too focused on trying to understand what had happened to even realize the awkwardness of sitting between his girlfriend's legs, staring at a condom she was holding.

“It's a condom,” she repeated, just in case he wasn't aware. Honestly he might not have recognized it if she hadn't said something, but he'd gotten it the first time.

“I don't know,” he said honestly, his words blurring together from panic. “I've never seen one before.”

“Barry... It's okay. You don't have to lie about it... I wan-”

“I'm not though... I really...” He paused, then suddenly slammed his hand into his knee. “Blake! Blake had to- Argh! How could he?”

Dawn sat up slowly, setting the offending packet aside and putting her hand on his shoulder. “Barry...?”

“It's the only thing I can think of. Because Dawn, I swear, I wouldn't have something like that...” He looked at her, terror in his eyes, and she shyly leaned her head into his shoulder.

“So Blake put it there?” she said softly, reaching down for his hand and taking it with both of hers. “That's so silly.”

He nodded slightly, looking down at her and squeezing her hand softly. “You... you believe me?”

“Why wouldn't I? You're right... you wouldn't have a condom.”

Barry swallowed to try and steady his breathing, his panic fading since she had taken the situation so well. A clearer head was now reminding him that he had put it there himself, without looking at it long enough to be sure of what it was, when Blake had handed it to him the night before. That was no longer his concern, though, as he could hear sadness carried in her voice, and instead reached up to rub her back slowly. “Are... are you mad?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Then... what's wrong?”

“I... guess I just got my hopes up,” she whispered, squeezing his hand tighter.

He met her with total silence as he tried to understand what she meant, though his hand still idly played with her hair. “Sorry,” she mumbled into his chest, pressing her face in further to hide it. “You... You can go home if you want to.”

“I thought you wanted to cuddle,” he offered quietly.

She sighed, gritting her teeth.“I don't know what I want.” Another huff, then, “I don't even know if I don't know what I want.”

Barry was somewhat prude and fairly innocent, but not so much as to not understand what his girlfriend was likely meaning, especially not when he was still half-hard from their makeout session. “...You can tell me...”

“No.”

“You can... it's okay. I understand.”

She looked up at him finally. “What do you understand, then? Because I don't know what it is I don't want to tell you...” Her eyes closed tightly and she shook her head, resting her face into him again.

“I...” he found himself stroking her hair, and rested his lips atop her head. “I understand that you've gotten... More and more touchy-feely lately. And that you kiss me a little longer each time.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“...You said you got your hopes up over-”

“Finding that in your pocket? I know.” She barely lifted her head from his shoulder and beat it against him lightly, whining quietly. “I shouldn't have said that. I know how you feel about these things...”

“But I don't want you to feel you have to hide things from me...”

“'Things'? Like that I feel like I'm ready for things I know you can't even begin to approve of?”

“That doesn't mean I want you to be sad... or disappointed.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head up so he could look her in the eyes and finding nothing but sincerity there. “I've done a lot of thinking lately. I still don't feel like we should be making love yet but... If there's something else you feel you're ready for, I'm open to trying. For you.”

Dawn's eyes had gotten steadily wider and her cheeks significantly redder as she listened to him, to the point she wasn't sure she'd blinked during the entire little speech. To hear such a display of maturity out of Barry was a shock and a relief for her. Once she'd finally recovered, she threw her arms around him again, nuzzling her cheek to his. “You're sure?”

“Do I ever say anything I don't mean?” He scoffed, inspired to grin at her enthusiasm despite his nervousness. “I should fine you for even suggesting I wasn't sure.

She giggled, kissing his cheek noisily and then nuzzling her forehead to his. “Thank you. I don't know what I want... or even if I want... but you have no idea what a relief it is to have the option... to not be worried you're going to be upset with me if I wiggle too much or want you to sleep here...”

He laughed too, rubbing their noses together. “It's cliché but, I can't be upset with you.”

She pulled herself onto his lap and kissed him in one motion that made him gasp, which only made her giggle more as she pulled at his lip with her own. It took him a couple tries to kiss her back the same way, but by then he was holding her securely on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist while her own were looped at his neck.

The two spent several minutes just kissing and laughing, Dawn doing a thorough job of messing up Barry's hair as she held onto him. He felt her start up on the small moans again as he nipped across her lip, and couldn't help but groan in return. It took a bit for him to realize that part of why he had started to moan – and perhaps why she was as well – was that she'd scooted closer and was now sitting up against the tent in his pants and seemed to be rubbing against it slightly.

It felt more amazing than he'd ever imagined, and part of him was suddenly regretting all the effort he'd been putting into making sure she never noticed his erections while they were making out. Especially after her grinding started to seem intentional, her hips making a full arc against his thighs.

Her lips came off his and she whimpered a little, glancing up to meet his gaze for the first time since they'd started kissing. She shivered, her cheeks the pinkest he'd ever seen and her mouth hanging open just slightly, something about the glossiness of her lower lip making him want to kiss her again. “Um,” she whispered, then swallowed, letting go of him with one hand to push her hair behind her left ear. “I think... Uh...”

He made a curious hum at her, and she squeaked in slight alarm, laughing nervously. “Oh... Just...” She looked off to one side, pulling her lips inward and letting out a slow breath through her nose. Just as suddenly as she'd stopped kissing him, she pushed her lips to his again, then pulled back away and shook her head vigorously. “Iwannatakemyshirtoffokay,” she said a little too loudly, grabbing ahold of her shirt and pulling it off before he could react.

Barry just sat for a moment, stunned that she'd actually done something so forward. Then he noticed Dawn glancing nervously downward, biting her lip, and he quietly lowered his gaze to see her.

He wasn't sure why it made his stomach tighten so much; he'd probably seen her in a bikini before, so really, the frilly lavender bra she had on right now shouldn't have effected him one bit. But somehow the gentle curve of her neck down to her chest had his breath caught in his throat. He studied her for another moment, then realized his hands were just hovering in midair in front of her breasts. It was his turn to gulp as he forced his hands back down, searching for a part of her that wasn't bare skin to rest his hands on. He wanted to touch her, but wanted to figure out how before he just grabbed at her.

He realized quickly that the only place still covered that was big enough for his hands was covered by her skirt, and that just wouldn't be proper. So he settled on a stretch of skin that was normally uncovered, resting his hands slightly behind him, on her thighs just above her knees.

One of her hands grabbed his sleeve gently, the other wrapping around a loch of her hair and pulling softly on it. “You... can touch them, you know.”

He nodded. “I will. They're beautiful. I just wanted to look first, before I touched...” He squeezed gently where he was holding her, then reached back up to cradle the small of her back, pulling her flush against him again and kissing her deeply. Barry was sure she could feel his heart pounding as he held her close.

His hands slid slowly along her smooth skin, tracing the slight bumps that marked her spine, skimming over the narrow band of her bra. Dawn let out a soft purr at the touches, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair gain, holding him into the kiss gently.

After another moment he finally got up the nerve to slide one hand between them, letting his fingers brush across the roughness of the lace and down toward her belly, where he could feel her ribs protruding slightly. He let his hand rub along her ribs and her side for a bit before finally reaching up to carefully grab hold of her left breast, resting his hand more so than squeezing at first.

When he worked up the courage to massage her properly, her kisses grew more insistent and her hips started to roll against him again. It was his turn to groan as the tightness returned to his pants. Instinctively he started to rub her a bit harder, his fingers still clumsy but more certain.

Then he was rocking back against her, too, his teeth nibbling across the shoulder opposite his hand, and her hands were sliding up his bare back. Neither was sure when Dawn had reached up under his shirt but her small hands were exploring his spine happily, her head lulling in time to her little moans. She leaned back slightly, trying to put her lips back to his long enough to get another good kiss, her hands slipping back down to play with the hem of his shirt. She gasped, pulling back from that kiss, too, and smiling shyly as she started to tug upward on his shirt.

It had gotten quite hot in her room, so Barry let her pull the shirt up, stopping his play to pull his arms through and drop the shirt to the side himself. When he wrapped his arms around her again, the room suddenly seemed a lot cooler, or maybe she was just that hot compared to it. Something about their stomachs pressing together, skin to skin, was giving him goosebumps either way, and he didn't mind one bit; instead he was smiling impossibly wide. He held her tight for a moment, sighing into her hair and kissing her temple as she rocked against him slowly still, then returning his lips to hers and his hand to her chest.

When her bra strap slid off her shoulder, he let his fingers run along the new path of bare skin and just under the edge of her loosened bra, pulling back to squeeze from the outside again just before his fingers reached all the way under. He was curious and found himself stealing more glances, but he was holding onto his promise of letting her lead. Except when it came to the way they were grinding together, which seemed to be mostly him by now, as she had slowed but his instincts had kept him going.

“Hey,” she whispered, pulling back from his lips slowly, gasping slightly when he rocked against her again still, “there's one thing I've got to tell you, okay?”

Her hands were still laced in his hair, so there was little Barry could do to react besides nod and grin dumbly.

Dawn ran her nails softly along his scalp behind his left ear and let out a long sigh, eyes not quite meeting his. “Barry,” she started, then sighed again, biting her lip.

By now he'd grown concerned and was snapping out of his head massage-induced daze. He pulled her a little closer, kissing her temple when she turned her gaze further, then trying to nudge her attention back over by turning her forehead with his. “Hey... hey, please don't cry.”

“I'm not gonna,” she answered, though she felt a bit like crying now that he'd made the comment. “I...” she turned her eyes up, meeting his, which were only a couple inches away from their foreheads being pressed together. His cheeks rose from a smile as their gazes matched, and she took a deep breath, rubbing gently at the nape of his neck. “You have to promise not to get mad when I say it.”

Barry frowned; if Dawn was worried he'd get angry, then probably she was going to tell him that someone had hurt her, or something else that would make him burst out of the room and go fine someone on the spot. Worse, whatever it was, she considered important to the moment, which meant it was sexual, which meant it was something Lucas had done. That did make him a little angry, but, Lucas was practically his best friend, so he couldn't get too mad. “I promise,” he said finally, rubbing his nose to hers.

She let out a single soft laugh from the nose kiss, then pulled her face away slightly, taking another soft breath as she stared at the ground. “I'm...” she glanced at his eyes through her bangs, then quickly looked away again, blurting, “I'm not completely a virgin.”

Now he blinked, feeling too frozen by the admission to even breathe fully, though his stomach found the room to fall a few inches. In a way, he'd known that was likely... She and Lucas had been together for a while, after all, about as long as their own relationship had now reached... It seemed completely possible that, despite being only 15, they could have decided to go that far... But some mix of tears and rage was still welling up from inside his throat, and Barry had to remember his promise in order to keep it from exploding out.

But wait. “Completely”. She'd said “completely”. Which probably meant they hadn't actually had sex, which somehow made the fact he kind of wanted to have sex with her much, much less awkward.

He managed a deep breath again, reaching one hand up to softly cup Dawn's cheek and turn her face back toward his, then rubbed his nose to hers again for a second. “It's okay. I think,” he told her, feeling a little confused still. Curiosity was starting to win out over dread in his mind, and he had to ask, knowing that it was best they were open with each other. “I'm not mad,” he assured her, stroking her cheek with his thumb, “but... what do you mean 'completely'? What did or didn't you and Lucas do?”

She turned her head away from his palm quickly, unable to look him in the eye once more, and he felt his heart fall further. Quietly he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her long hair and kissing just above her barrette. “Did he hurt you?” he whispered, resting his head on hers.

She buried her face a bit deeper in his shoulder and shook her head. Her hands had fallen to his upper arms, and he felt her nails dig in a little as she took another breath. “It... Lucas and I barely did anything. We kissed a lot, that's all.”

Barry nodded slightly, still rubbing her back, though he was now far more keenly aware of the fact there was only a single strap of cloth across it than he had been before. Lucas hadn't even seen her shirtless, if she'd phrased that right, but she had still done something with someone that made her think of herself as less than a virgin. Now he was scared – she'd never dated anyone but Lucas, that he knew of at least, and unless she'd dated someone in the few weeks here and there they didn't see each other during their journeys around Sinnoh, he knew her whole history. So maybe someone had-

“Dawn, what happened to you?” he asked, a low growl in his voice that suggested he'd hurt whoever had dared lay a finger on her.

She let out a squeak of alarm at his tone, sitting up straight and shaking her head so rapidly that her hair tried to pull free from its clips. “No, no, nothing bad. Nothing bad,” she assured him, still squeezing his arms. “It's... Ack, now I feel stupid,” she mumbled, her face a bright red though there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“Then what's going on?”

She sighed, trying to find the words so that she wouldn't dilly-dally anymore about it. “Okay, you know those rumors about me and May?” He shook his head; he wasn't exactly up on gossip. She groaned. “Okay, well, someone started a rumor that May and I were doing our whole coordinator try on clothes thing one day, and then we... played with each other.”

He blushed as his mind combined the image of her in one of his favorite dresses with her and May kissing. “Uh...huh,” was all he could manage.

“Well... the rumors are true.”

For some reason that took a few moments to process in his head. “...Wait. You mean you're not... 'completely' a virgin... because of something you did... with May? Not Lucas?”

She nodded, managing to blush brighter than him.

“But... she's a girl... how does that w-”

“Shewentdownonme.”

She had cut him off with the phrase so quickly that he honestly didn't understand it at all, or maybe he did and just didn't want to admit to himself that he'd heard it or that he even knew what it meant. “She what?”

“She... went down on me,” Dawn responded, her voice falling so that he could still barely pick out the words, but this time he knew what he'd heard and the only thing he wasn't sure of was that he actually understood what she meant.

“Like... she licked... and stuff?” he said vaguely, gesturing downward, and Dawn nodded stiffly, her face managing to grow hotter still.

“Y-yeah. I told her I didn't want anything inside me yet, but she... well, she still made me cum,” she squeaked, hands rolling up the hem of her skirt and squeezing it tightly in her lap.

“Oh.”

A few reactions and emotions tore through Barry, from anger that she'd do something like that, to confusion as to why she would, to hurt both that she'd given herself to someone she wasn't with and that she hadn't told him before, to further confusion as the image made him feel just a little hot each time it came to mind. “Why?” he blurted, hands waving slightly as he tried to process things, his face twisted into a scowl. “Why did you...”

“I'm sorry,” she answered, bowing her head completely. “I'm sorry. It's okay if you don't want to be with me anymore because of it. Lucas didn't want to, either. I was stupid. I was just curious, that's all.”

He could hear that she was crying now, and the dark spots that appeared on his jeans below her bowed head confirmed it, and he sighed, feeling like a total jerk. “Dawn,” he whispered, putting both hands on her shoulders and rubbing softy. “Dawn... it's okay. I'm not mad. I'm just kind of confused, that's all.”

She nodded slightly, still not looking up, and he reached down to put one finger under her chin, tilting it back up to look her in the eyes again. He gave a gentle smile, pressing his forehead to hers and bringing his other hand up to wipe her tears away... then his own. “I can't be mad at you, Dawn. You know that.”

“But...” she sniffled, reaching up to rest her hand on his neck again, “I know how important all the no sex stuff is to you. I wasn't sure you'd still want to touch me if you knew someone else had.”

He frowned, then closed his eyes to think. He felt her stiffen nervously, and nuzzled her forehead slightly, letting out a low sigh. “I'm a little upset that, if I do that, I won't be the first person who's done it. But...” he opened his eyes again, pushing her hair back carefully to see her whole face. “...You said you didn't let her put anything inside you... so I'm guessing you still... uh...” he glanced to the side, laughing nervously. “...You still have your...” what had Blake called it again? The part that showed a girl was a virgin? “...your cherry, right?”

Dawn suddenly giggled at his words, throwing her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. Hearing him try to say something to that effect was just silly enough to bring a huge smile to her face again, even as they both were beet red from thinking about it. “Yes, Barry, I do,” she said, kissing his cheek. “It's still there, for you to have when you're ready to.”

Suddenly they both froze again as they realized what her words actually meant, and Dawn found herself laughing nervously, staring down Barry's back at the bed. His arms wrapped around her carefully as his laughter matched hers, and they just held each other for a moment, rocking softly.

He could feel her shivering slightly, and could see a frown on the edge of his mouth, and he sighed, knowing he couldn't just leave her upset. But how to prove he wasn't mad at her?

Barry smirked. “Well then. As punishment for doing scandalous things, I'm fining you more kisses,” he declared with a nod, kissing her firmly but quickly. “About fifty more should cover it.”

As she started to laugh, he kept giving her quick, soft kisses, covering her face and neck until he'd more than lost count, each one making her giggle a little more as the rapidfire assult tickled her. “Barry!” she shrieked, trying to pull back but he had her by the waist, holding her securely on his lap. “Eeek! Stooopp!”

“Not until you've paid up,” he answered between pecks, working his way along her shoulders now. Dawn was less ticklish there, so her giggling died down to a softer noise, more amused at his antics than actually reacting to the kisses.

“Let me kiss you, then.” She brushed the poof of his hairline back slightly, smiling down at him, and he nodded, straightening up to return to her lips.

Their dance began all over again, their kisses more tender for now, their hands slowly finding their way around unfamiliar skin. Barry wandered away from her lips with the same softness he'd attacked her with a moment before, but with a caution and slowness he reserved for her. Her own lips set softly to his temple, letting out a quiet purr when his hands found her breast again...

“I love you,” she cooed into his hair, sending a shiver through the boy. She'd said the words before but there was something older and more serious in her voice now.

He looked back up at her, breathless, and she turned her eyes away shyly, her cheeks reddening just a bit more. “Love you too,” he answered with a grin, and she smiled back, kissing him enthusiastically.

Their rapid grinding began again quickly, her arms coming to rest on his shoulders as he started to work his way down her neck, his breaths hotter than his mouth. She was gasping quite happily in time to his kisses, face buried in his hair. Barry's hands were finding their way along her back again, tracing the curves of her shoulder blades when they weren't chancing squeezes to her chest.

He had arrived, as many young men did, at one major obstacle to his exploration; her bra. The strap that he'd considered her only modesty a few minutes ago now seemed terribly in the way, and his hands ran along it in mild frustration. He still felt shy about wanting to see her bare breasts, but on the other hand, he felt he'd be able to please her more that way, and anything that resulted in more of her cute little moans was worthwhile.

Barry peeked back over her shoulder at where his hands sat, hoping that getting a better look at her bra would help him figure out how to remove it. It gave him only the same information he already vaguely knew; it was hooked in the middle somehow. Dawn gave a soft giggle as he fumbled with the strap, and he tried to distract her with more kisses to her neck, which quickly escalated to sucking as she continued to giggle.

That caught her off guard, making her moan out loud, one thumb squeezing his shoulder roughly. He let go, surprised at the reaction, and slid his lips an inch further down her neck, slowly sucking there instead.

Dawn moaned louder, the end trailing into a small whimper, and her hips rocked a bit more insistently to his. Momentarily forgetting his task at this newfound ability, the blond simply sucked harder at her skin, groaning his own approval. She was hot against him; to his lips, to his hands, to his stomach, and to his thighs beind squeezed between hers. And he was truly happy despite his reservations, his hips still rocking mindlessly against hers throughout the kisses.

Her hands reached back to join his shortly thereafter, her throat making an impatient sound that made her voice box tremble under his kisses. Then her bra was just gone, removed expertly as she kissed him to avoid the embarrassment of him watching.

“You can see,” she whispered, “But I want to see, too.” Her chest was pressed to his, and while it hid her breasts from his sight, he could still feel the way they squished against him. The sensation distracted him from the path of her own hand until it was already pressed to his stomach, halfway between his belly button and pants.

Her words and hand snapped together in his mind to make some kind of sense, hidden behind the unfamiliar bliss of her touch. “Y-you-” he stammered, her fingers inching just a little lower. Wide-eyed, he looked over her face; she was blushing shyly, not quite facing him, lips pressed inward between shallow breaths. “I... uh...”

She bit her lip slightly, taking a deep breath before leaning quickly to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I'm scared, too,” she whispered, “But it feels... right.” Now her fingers were on top of his jeans, and he let out a low groan, his head falling limp onto her shoulder.

“Dawn,” he called back to her, one hand sliding along the opposite side of her neck. “...Okay.”

He expected to feel her hands on the zipper, to have some of the tightness relieved from him. It would be embarrassing to let her look at him, but she was right... he couldn't stay embarrassed about anything they were doing for long, it all just felt too good and too right. And while he wasn't sure why he wanted to or what was the big deal, he knew he wanted to see her bare breasts, felt they would be beautiful and soft... and if the price for that was her seeing this part of him, he'd accept it. As it stood he was curious as to what her opinion would be...

Barry gasped as, instead of the pressure being let off, there was an addition to it – Dawn's whole hand pressing over his length, through his jeans. She was gripping him slightly, like she was trying to size him up through his pants, but her touch was light and hesitant. Was she afraid of hurting him, or just nervous? Either way, he was shuddering at the way she squeezed him slowly, letting go and re-gripping him repeatedly. “D-Dawn,” he stuttered, hand now squeezing at her arm. “Ahhh...nnn...” The sensation of someone else touching his already impatient member was driving him up the wall, and his hips jerked slightly under her...

He heard her squeak in surprise at the motion, and he tried to hold perfectly still again, trying to give them both a minute to get used to the situation. He was so caught up that he didn't see the excited smile across her face, hidden beneath her mussed forelocks and nervous blush. The natural “is it really this big?” thought was going through her head, since she had no standard to go off of other than the hushed gossiping of the other girls, combined with a strange glee at all the involuntary noises Barry was spitting out from her touches. The breaths he was panting against her neck were the warmest she'd ever felt, and when she pressed in a certain way, she was certain she felt him shift inside of his pants... it was all so new, and despite her nervousness, she was being driven to try out things she'd heard in those discussions...

Dawn gave a quick nuzzle along her boyfriend's neck, nestling her forehead against his shoulder so she could look down between them to get through her next move. With a little difficulty she slid her fingers into his fly, taking hold of his zipper and pulling it down. Now his pants were held closed only by the single button, which she positioned her fingers around...

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pushing the fabric with her thumbs to pop the fly undone.

Barry let out a hollow moan as a lot of the pressure was lifted from him, which only seemed to make him twitch harder; Dawn echoed him, unable to help whimpering from the sheer desperation of the sound he'd made. Eyes still tightly shut, she slid her fingers across the tent between her hands, which was still covered by thin fabric but had now risen to its full height, which she quickly discovered to be easily the length of her hands. Instinctively she licked her lips as she rubbed first her fingertips, then her palm up and down him, gasping in surprise when he literally twitched under her hand. He was harder than she thought it was possible for the human body to be, except for the tip which felt pleasently rubbery... and rather damp, to her surprise.

His stuttered moans gave way to whimpers as she ran her hand along him, the curve of her palm cupping him perfectly but only along the underside.

Those noises made her shiver again and bite her tongue.

Her other hand gripped one of his belt loops tightly as her face slid along his neck, nuzzling him harder and pressing her eyes into the crook there. Another shudder went through her as she twisted her hand, running her palm the other way for a pair of strokes; her fingers brushed across something much softer, and Barry choked on her name, digging his fingers into her arm.

“Barry,” she whispered, pushing her face against his shoulder harder and finally wrapping her hand around him, fabric and all. She squeezed tightly – too tightly, she thought, but the blond's moans had moved lower in his throat and he didn't seem to be protesting – and began to stroke along him... His moans grew deeper still...

There was silence aside from her breathing suddenly, and she noticed he'd gone too still to make sense for the hyperactive creature he was. Just as she was about to pull her face away to check up on him, Dawn felt that same jerk of his hips, followed by a strong twitch of the member in her hand.

The gasp he was rumbling out a split second later sent a warmth through her she couldn't even understand; all she could do was tighten both her hands further as she tried to understand what was happening.

The hand wrapped around him suddenly felt even harder and very wet. She couldn't decide whether she should let go or keep stroking, so she settled on staying still, straight until Barry's arms shakily wrapped around her and his head rested on hers. “Dawn... Ah...” he whimpered, his voice dazed and distant.

“...Did I do something wrong?” she whispered, though she highly doubted it was the case and her voice carried as much. She just didn't want to assume what she thought had happened had happened.

“I... Didn't mean to do that,” he muttered back. “I didn't expect...”

“My fault for looking with my fingers,” she giggled nervously. “You...?”

“Y-yeah,” he answered her unspoken question, kissing her cheek quickly. “...And in my favorite boxers, too,” he whined slightly, suddenly putting that fact together. His face rested up against hers, a smile spreading. “But it felt good... wow...”

“'Wow'?” she questioned teasingly, holding him tightly to feel his warmth against her again. Her right hand still felt damp and a little sticky as it pressed to his shoulder blades. “...Wow,” she answered in kind, mind still wrapping around what she had done to him just now, however unexpectedly. “...Is it always like that?” she whispered a little later, chin still resting on his shoulder.

“Uh... No. No. It's never been that... sudden before. Or so much.”

Dawn felt the blush deepening on her cheeks and slowly sat back up, wanting to finally look at him for the first time since grabbing his zipper minutes before. Her eyes skipped over his face, wanting to wait to make eye contact again, and instead followed the slight dip of his sternum on down his chest and stomach, arriving at the patch of dark blue visible between flaps of jeans. There was still a definite bulge there, though his arousal had calmed down somewhat, and she could just see a hint of pink showing above the small button that held his fly closed. As her mind realized what she was seeing, she jerked her head back up and let out a small gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing her arms slightly, and she nodded stiffly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just. I've never actually seen...”

He smiled softly, resting his forehead to hers. “And I've never seen these... but they're beautiful,” he told her, hands sliding to just barely touch her breasts. “You touched it already... that's more courage than I had for a while...”

She started to giggle, but the noise was cut off as he kissed her again, his own eyes shutting as he actually cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing slightly. The pressure was gone from his member, but somehow his head wasn't any clearer, still fogged by a need to touch her in ways he didn't entirely understand. Her skin was the softest thing he'd felt in his life, at least that he could remember, her chest smooth and plush under his fingers as they tried to learn their way around her. When his lips pulled back, their breathing had hastened again.

Barry was sure there was no blue deeper than Dawn's eyes as they darted between his before she kissed him again. He was equally certain that her lips were the one thing softer than those breasts of hers, and that he'd have to thoroughly examine her to be sure he'd found the most velvety part.

“I'm fining you,” he mumbled against her lips, “for making me do something so embarrassing.” He knew too little of social standards to realize cumming in his pants was a laughable offense (and fortunately for him, Dawn had never understood why the other girls considered it such a joke). Instead, he simply felt awkward for having been put in such a vulnerable spot with her, at letting her do something to him that he seldom even did to himself.

Her head bowed slightly as her cheeks warmed from the words. “F-fine me what?” she asked, the possibilities making her thighs tighten around his.

“I haven't decided yet,” he answered quickly, his voice regaining all his normal pep. “For now, I believe the deal was if you could see me, I could see you.”

Dawn started to nod, then laughed suddenly. “Wellll, I haven't actually seen-”

“Close enough,” he cut her off, kissing her once more. Now that he was used to being here in this state with her, there was little to bring his confidence or typical volume back down to the nervous level it had been at before, even if his hands were extremely amateur in their exploration of her breasts and ribs. She gasped against his lips, then whimpered quietly as his thumbs dragged across her nipples, tweaking the little nubs there on accident. “So soft,” he murmured, smiling widely and letting his lips slip to her cheek again. “I'm sorry I've been missing out on this until now.”

This time he let her giggle, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek and then brush her hair back. Her own grin was a much shyer one than his, her eyes darting between his and off to the side. “It's okay. I'm not sure I've been ready for all this.” She managed to look him straight on again, though through her bangs, and let out another laugh. “Until now, at least.”

He nodded, his smile softening as he kissed her lightly. “Don't think I've forgotten about that fine though...”

“Barry... hush before I fine you,” she purred, both of her hands raising to cup his face. “I've never felt so awake... please don't stop touching me...”

His eyes went wider, then he joined her laughter, kissing her more roughly this time. “I won't. I'll make you feel this good too. You can count on that.”

She sighed heavily as his hands fell back to her chest, squeezing carefully... then his lips were suddenly there instead, pressed to her skin, too warm against her nipple. “Barry!” she choked out, fingers tangling in the poof of his hair. “Ahh-!” It tickled and pushed her at the same time, to feel him kissing around her tender flesh. She'd never realized her nipples hardened this way before – honestly, they probably hadn't, as the sensation was almost painful. But her boyfriend's tongue felt wide and hot as it slid across the tightened nub, and she was just shy of shouting his name, letting out long moans. This was nothing like what May had done to her, nothing like what she'd done to herself... and he was barely doing a thing, if she stopped to think about it. It was just his hands against her back, his tongue lapping at her, and...

Dawn moaned as her hips shifted again. 'Oh... right...' She thought hazily, swallowing hard and letting her head fall backward. She was still atop his lap, her body straddling his and managing to slide back up to meet his hips again. Except now instead of a bulge in his jeans, she was pressing against the clear form of him through just the thin, damp fabric of their pairs of underwear...

She made something between a yelp and a moan as she felt him against her; Barry in turn jerked slightly at the surprise contact, his mouth opening wider as he groaned as well. His lips wrapped around her nipple and then some, cradling her skin in heat. He was trying to remember the suggestions Blake had given him, but he'd let so much of it slip his mind in his embarrassment the day before that he couldn't put the words and actions together. He tried sucking on her, and that made her fingers dig further into his scalp, which he took as a good sign... But when he tugged a little harder, enjoying the feel of her filling his mouth (he thought that it felt something like sucking on a balloon, except silky, like maybe pudding or jello), the gasp she let out seemed less like surprise and more like pain. He let go, glancing up to her face, and her grip loosened slightly.

“D-don't worry,” she assured him, trying to catch her breath, “Just... a little lighter... it feels good just to be touched...”

Still watching her for a reaction, he let his tongue just barely brush across her, and sure enough, she let out one of the better gasps again, her mouth staying open after the sound.

He liked that look. He wasn't really sure why, but Barry definitely liked – no, loved – the expression on her face right then, with her eyes barely able to stay open and her lower lip hanging softly. He nuzzled into her shallow cleavage, sighing contently, and moved to suckle gently at her other breast instead.

In the mean time his hands had discovered the way her stomach rose and fell as she breathed, and the way she seemed to press further toward him whenever his fingers slid along the edge of her sides. Everything about her was so much smoother than anything he'd ever expected or known, including the little quivers of her abs when he touched the edge of her skirt...

She squeezed his forearm suddenly, rubbing it with her thumb, and by the time he looked back up at her to see why, she'd taken hold of his hand loosely. As he watched, she ran her tongue across her lower lip and then bit it slightly, glancing from his gaze down to where their hands were joined. One deep breath later she had placed his palm against her thigh carefully, and slid it forward, pushing his long fingers underneath the hem of her skirt. When she let go her eyes quickly closed and she reached back up to lace her hands along his temples, her face resting in his hair as well, lips just dusting his forehead.

“I... you can touch me there, if you want,” she whispered to him, rubbing little circles into his scalp.

“Dawn?”

She shivered, feeling his breath wash across her chest as he spoke. “I want you to. I want... like I gave to you... If... If you would.”

He had to swallow to be able to breathe again, pressing a light kiss just above her nipple. Then, ever so carefully, he let his fingers squeeze her leg, first where she had placed it, then just half an inch closer to her hips. The weight of her forehead atop his grew heavier at the touches, and the muscles under his fingers tightened, making her thigh firmer.

It took him at least a minute to inch his way up her leg, his hand completely hidden beneath her skirt by the time his fingers reached the crease where her leg and body met. Even from there, he could feel the heat and dampness radiating off of her, and it made it hard to breathe, more so than any of her noises and somehow more than even her hand wrapped around him moments earlier. As his fingers chanced along the elastic band, he finally sat back up, bringing his head from her chest to look her straight in the eye, a gaze she met with her lip between her teeth.

He willed his hand to move, but it wouldn't, frozen there at the edge, so he tried a different angle of attack. His hand pushed further under her skirt, sliding up her stomach instead and arriving at the waistband there instead. Dawn was whimpering louder now, her hands traveling his shoulders and chest restlessly. His forehead was pressed securely to hers, eyes staying on hers, willing her to stay with him to bring up his nerves.

He was starting to feel pathetic for not being able to just go for it the way she had, though, as she let out another high moan, he steadied his will, curling his fingers slightly.

Barry lunged for her lips with his own, pushing his hand downward at the same time and letting it sink into her folds through her panties. They both froze for an uncertain second, then Dawn shifted against his hand, squeaking another moan into his mouth and grabbing hold of his shoulders tightly.

If her breasts were soft, her mound was outright cloud-like, and wetter than he'd expected, despite the humidity he'd found beneath her skirt. Part of him thought of it as being like a sweaty shirt, but that description lost the wonder of it. Dawn was – just thinking the words seemed foreign – so turned on by everything that they were doing that he could hear a slight squishing noise as he let his finger rub against her.

“Ohhh...” he groaned, pulling back from the kiss and staring at her intently. “Wow.”

She laughed lightly, licking her lips again and letting herself wiggle slightly against him. “Is that... all you can say tonight?” she managed before her eyes fell shut again, her lips seeking his back out.

As their tongues joined once more, he let his fingers slide around the surface of her panties, trying both to put the things he could feel together with the words Blake and Winnie had taught him, and just studying his girlfriend's reactions to each of his touches. Everything was too squishy to make sense though, and he found his mind too distracted by how hard he'd gotten already to try and make the connections properly.

“B-Barry,” Dawn whispered as they paused for breath. The sensation was wonderful, but with her clothes in the way it just wasn't enough, and she could tell the poor boy was a bit lost. While his anatomy was fairly straightforward and she'd heard enough to know vaguely what to expect – not that she had had to do much for the riled-up boy – Barry's uncertain but determined touches suggested he didn't know where anything was. By now there was a burning low in her stomach that she couldn't fight, an odd emptiness she wasn't familiar with... She needed more, but didn't know how to say it. “I'm... it'll be better for me, laying down...” was what she finally settled on, though it took her arms a moment to detach from him so she could actually move.

Dawn pulled herself off of Barry's lap carefully, her legs stiff from sitting on them for the larger half of an hour. With some difficulty she unfolded them, until she was sitting just a couple inches in front of her boyfriend, with her heels set on either side of him. He started to reach for her again, and she took his hand before it could reach her, squeezing it and setting it back down on his lap.

“Just... one second, okay?” Both of her hands moved instead to her own waist, one reaching behind her to find the zipper of her skirt and pull it down. She hesitated, looking back over at Barry, whose face was now so red she feared he might pass out. “It'll... I don't want to get my clothes dirty, too,” she settled on, chancing a look back at his boxers. In their shifting the gap had become less revealing, much to her both relief and dismay, but it meant she could look long enough to actually take notice of what he'd proclaimed as his “favorites” earlier: the design wasn't visible overall, as his jeans still covered most of the fabric, but against the dark blue there were small, cartoony buizels in various poses. One near where she'd had her hand before had its neck ring inflated, like it was floating on its back.

She started to giggle, then remembered where she was and what was going on, and immediately felt her face flush to match Barry's. “Um,” she whispered, throat suddenly dry. “Can you... can you close your eyes? Just for a second?” she asked, which seemed to snap him out of his own daze.

“Yeah,” he nodded abruptly, eyes clamping shut and one hand raising to cover them.

With another nervous deep breath, Dawn flopped onto her back and took hold of her skirt and panties with her thumbs. She knew she wanted to take them off, knew she wanted to feel Barry touching her the way she did herself or that May had... Maybe even to feel him kissing her slit, that sounded amazing. But she was also scared she was pressuring him, that stripping completely would send the message to him that she was, without a doubt, expecting sex, when she really wasn't. Yes, she did want to make love to him – she'd thought about it often, and had known for at least a month now that she hoped she'd lose her virginity to him. The emotions she felt for him were far deeper than anything she'd ever felt for Lucas. She was just plain happy when she was around Barry, no matter what they were doing or where they were, he just made her smile. She loved him, that was for sure.

But loving him not only meant wanting to make love to him, it also meant respecting the fact he had no interest in doing anything of the sort, for all of his personal reasons.

But he hadn't run away when she'd made him cum before. He hadn't even freaked out over her touching him that way, so maybe, in the end, he had already made up his mind to let them do everything but the “main event”. He seemed to be enjoying himself, as the erection that she chanced a glance back at showed, and he seemed dead set on reciprocating for what she'd done before.

So maybe he really did understand. Maybe he wouldn't feel pressured by it.

Of course, it was Barry. He didn't feel pressured to do anything but be the best he could be, that that was pressure he put on himself.

“I shouldn't worry so much,” she giggled softly, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath.

“What are you doing? Can I look yet?” he said, his voice a slightly bored whine. She let her laugh be audible this time.

“One more second,” Dawn answered, bending her legs high into the air. With one more nervous shiver, she pushed her skirt and panties over her rear and on up to her thighs, then bent her knees further to pull them off her legs entirely. For a split second she considered the stockings she was still wearing, then remembered flashes of things she'd heard around the dressing rooms about how sexy such things were considered. She'd leave them; she could always pull them off later if she felt like they were in the way.

With a quiet lick of her lips, Dawn set her discarded clothes at the side of the bed and let her heels sit back to the mattress on either side of Barry, her knees tightly together. “A-Alright,” she called to him, her breath catching again. The air felt cold against her damp skin now, calling attention to the area and reminding her that in a moment, it'd be touched all over again. “Barry, you can look.”

He peeked out from between his fingers first, eliciting a chuckle from the girl and making her feel less nervous. She breathed easier, realizing suddenly that she'd been sucking her stomach in at first and wondering why on earth she'd bother with such a thing; she'd spent too much time doing modeling stints recently, clearly.

“Dawn...” he whispered as his hand slid away from his eyes. “You...”

“I told you.” She reached out and took his hands carefully, resting them together on her closed knees. “I didn't want to get my clothes dirty like you had to do to yours.”

He nodded a bit, looking her over slowly, his heart pounding at the sight of his girlfriend all but naked in front of him. Her pose was somewhat modest, so he hadn't actually looked at her yet, but there was something about the calm way she was carrying herself despite her obvious embarrassment that made him okay with everything. “So you want me to touch you...”

“Like this... if... it's okay?”

Barry smirked, squeezing her hands with renewed confidence. “I see how it is... I'm so good you need me on your bare skin.”

She giggled again, shaking her head in amusement. “Something like that. We'll go with that.”

He picked up her right hand and kissed her knuckles softly, before letting go of her hands and rubbing softly along her thighs. It was clear he was trying to push down his nerves behind his wall of confidence, and he was doing a damn fine job of it. “...Can I see?”

Dawn closed her eyes again, her head bobbing slightly. Her own hands slid down her thighs to rest on her stomach in an effort to be out of the way as she let her legs slowly part... Her head fell to the side before they parted entirely, and Barry stroked her thigh affectionately. “Don't do anything you-”

“I want you to touch me!” she shouted back, cutting him off. “Barry, I'm scared, but my body won't stop shaking because I need to be touched... Don't worry...”

Her legs were spread open entirely now, knees practically on the bed, and he noticed for the first time how labored her breathing seemed. He was started at her outburst, but then he could also understand what she meant, his own body feeling impatient even though he'd had release just minutes before.

She was beautiful, laying there in front of him. The same lovely dark-haired girl he'd met on his first day in Sinnoh, was now the young woman sprawled before him, though he was almost certain she'd owned the hot pink, star-covered comforter she was on the whole time. Dawn was growing to be more gorgeous than her mother had ever been, more talented, too, and now she wanted nothing more in the world than for him to touch her. Despite his reservations, Barry knew that most of him wanted to forego this dance of delaying the inevitable and crawl atop her right then and there, to take her and show her how much he loved her.