Home And Hearth

Annabeth was unable to believe this was her life. It felt like a dream… not so much good or bad as strange. 

After all the wonders she’d seen, the monsters she’d battled, what really brought her up short was that Percy had kept his old promise to her, building a cabin within the borders of Camp Jupiter, just the two of them. And it was perfect. She knew he’d had help, but it was perfect for her, the architecture as classical as she could’ve asked for, all the little bells and whistles she could want—he knew her. He really knew her.

They’d only been moved in together for a day now. Percy still being Percy, he’d forgotten something, and run off to resupply, leaving her alone to finish off the champagne bottle they’d shared to celebrate the cabin, getting into grad school, everything. Well, not finish it off. She’d leave it half-empty. No, half-full. She didn’t want to be sloppy-drunk, just not quite so worried… not quite so her.

She drifted into the bedroom as if caught in a dream. He’d included a guest room in the planning that could surely do double duty if one of them didn’t want to sleep in the master bedroom, but—the real bed was huge. She sat down on the mattress. Her heart pounded ferociously, her head spun—her soul felt as light as the bubbles foaming through the champagne. She took another pull from it, trying to think. She wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted to relax and let it happen. 

It was ridiculous that they had moved in together without ever having sex… she licked her lips, catching a reflection of the champagne’s flavor. No one else had ever fondled her breasts, no one else’s lips had closed around her nipples. It was true of him too, of course—he hadn’t kissed, really kissed, anyone else. That sounded ridiculous too, how much she trusted him, but she would know if there had been someone else. There was just her.

It probably wasn’t different for him, the worry, the inexperience, wanting everything to go right and also wanting it to just happen at the same time. It seemed like it would be different for him. He was a guy. Would it be his fault if things didn’t go right? Or would it be her, not being beautiful enough, desirable enough, feminine enough? She drank some more, then worryingly looked at the level of champagne in the bottle. She was quickly approaching the halfway point where she’d vowed she would stop, and she wasn’t feeling any less… squirmy. 

How much of the wine had Percy had? Two glasses? Had he even finished the last one? He’d been good enough to drive, or rather, ride, or—oh, how had he gone on his last-minute supply run? She felt lightheaded, but not in a good way. It occurred to her, as suddenly as a lightning bolt, that she should be waiting for him. Rose petals on the floor, a fire in the fireplace, all that stuff. Maybe lingerie. She didn’t own any lingerie. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up to show off her breasts in their bra. That would be good enough. She knew from the way Percy looked at her that he would find her attractive no matter what she wore, especially with some skin exposed—and she was having a good hair day—her make-up was impeccable…

Still, goosebumps flared on her skin, she felt the tingle of them everywhere, not entirely unpleasant, but with them came a twinge of embarrassment as she pulled her blouse off. She heard the front door slam. Quickly, she looked around for somewhere to stow the blouse. It would hardly be arousing to see it left lying on the floor like they were in some frat house. 

Annabeth heard his footsteps echo into the kitchen—as well-built as the cabin was, with thick walls to give them even more privacy than its isolation already did, her hearing was simply too acute for her not to overhear as he opened the refrigerator door, the pantry door, and quickly put away whatever last-minute items he’d retrieved. Probably knowing it would drive her nuts if he left them out. She could even hear the rustle of reusable tote bags as he put them away in their designated nook. 

She felt a rush of affection for Percy, and then panic as his footsteps came toward the bedroom. She threw her shirt under the bed, then sat down on it, hoping she looked good enough for him. Then she thought she might look silly in her bra and jeans. Moving quickly, she undid her belt, unzipped her zipper, then jumped up to skim her jeans down her legs. She was hopping out of them when the door swept open.

“Could you get the lights, please?” she asked.

Percy reached over and flicked the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. Annabeth almost gasped, she was so relieved to be… camouflaged. So to speak. Her jeans rustled as they descended the rest of the way down her legs and she kicked them off.

“You look nice,” Percy said, his voice rich with irony in the darkened room, lit only by the faintly glowing curtains which caught the moonlight from outside.

“Shut up, seaweed brain,” she told him, grateful to do the instinctive banter instead of having to think anymore. But that instinctive banter opened the floodgates. “I just want to do this right, but there’s no right way to do it, so we might as well just do it, so it’s over with, and anyway all my friends have already done it and they’ve all said that their first time wasn’t any good, so there’s no right way to do it, but there are a lot of wrong ways to do it, so let’s just do one of the less wrong ways and—“

“Annabeth,” Percy interrupted her. “Get on the bed.”

It struck her momentarily how confident he’d become—starting out as some no-name kid with no idea who he really was or what world he’d been living in. Now he was the Hero of Olympus. Only he was as scared and nervous as she was. But if he could keep it together…

“Yeah, just tell me what to do,” she muttered, only half joking. “I’m sure you know what to do…”

“You don’t?” Percy replied. She couldn’t tell if or how much he was joking.

“If something goes wrong, at least it won’t be my fault.”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” Percy assured her. She could hear his clothes coming off, but couldn’t bear to look at him. 

Annabeth let her eyes relax and blur, actually a little misty, until the darkness was just dark, with nothing in it. She so badly wanted to take his simple words as a promise. She just wanted to get it right so badly that she didn’t know if she could trust him, trust herself, with all of this. Maybe if she could do some more research, talk about it some more…

“You still there?” Percy asked her, his irony soaking up her misgivings. 

“Where else would I be?”

“A million miles away,” Percy said, “as usual. Thinking about how you’re going to go to the bathroom after this and take a pregnancy test and go to an STD clinic, just in case…”

“Hey, no!” Annabeth raised her voice. “I would never… mistrust you like that.”

“Yeah, you’re right… you’d probably just build a nursery and buy some parenting books and stock up on diapers, just in case.”

Annabeth grinned a little. “Maybe. I… took precautions, though.”

“Me too. Get under the sheets.”

“Still telling me what to do?” Annabeth asked as she pulled back the covers and crawled under them. The heavy starch played harshly against her nipples as she pulled the sheets back over herself. 

“For once you’re listening,” Percy retorted.

“Maybe you finally have some good ideas.” Annabeth lay there, squeezing her hands into fists, feeling excited and vulnerable and scared. She wondered if he was hard. She couldn’t see, in the dark. She was pretty sure she could get him hard, if he wasn’t—would it be her fault, if he wasn’t? Maybe she should’ve left the lights on, let him see her… but then, if he didn’t get hard that way…

Percy seemed in no hurry as he stripped. His ass came down on the mattress, making the bedsprings groan. Annabeth felt his presence against her like a physical thing. She lay back, resting her head on the pillow, and tried to be patient. A knot of anxiety in her chest was suffocating her. Why was he taking so long? Did he not want to do this?

The bed sagged as Percy slipped in beside her—then his hand was fondling her breast. Annabeth bent her head and kissed his forearm, then was surprised to find his other hand between her legs, fingers seeking out her cunt. His fingers moved clumsily, tentatively, but Annabeth was shocked at how receptive she was. Her hips rolled in response to his touching, every wiggle of their bodies together setting off a pleasurable spasm. He kissed her neck as they touched, and her hands began to move over his body, kneading his muscles, caressing, feeling, stimulating every nerve. They didn’t speak for several minutes; Annabeth was far too relieved that it all felt so good and nothing was wrong and he was touching her and she was responding...

“Are you going to do something else?” she asked suddenly. “I don’t wanna get off like this and go through the whole virgin thing again… I’m sure you already spent enough money on wine…”

“I’m going to eat your cunt,” Percy said, his voice quiet but firm. “That’s what I’m going to do.”

Annabeth was somewhat shocked. “You are?”

“That’s what the guy’s supposed to do, right? To make the girl come?”

Annabeth had no idea. It sounded right enough, but she was probably going off the same… Yahoo Answers that he was. And she felt vaguely above something like that—not able to enjoy a man’s cock, needing his face down in her pussy, the sheer strangeness of a kiss all the way down there…

“I want you to come,” Percy said, almost harsh. “Now or later, you’re going to come.”

And Annabeth felt something fluttering in her at his certainty. 

The sheets rustled—Annabeth felt them working around her naked body like tentacles, feeling so weird, nothing like any bed she’d ever slept in, then Percy’s hands, those she knew, but never down around her quivering thighs, pulling her panties away. She was glad it was so dark—she couldn’t imagine how her cunt looked to him. She reached down to hold the sheets in place. She wanted them to stay over him, keeping out the light while he was down there. 

Then his tongue, it was his tongue, moving between the soft lips of her sex. His hands crept down below her buttocks; he used them to raise her hips, and then it must’ve been a straight shot for his tongue to drive into her womanhood.

“Hnnnn!” Annabeth gasped. Her hands struggled up to the headboard, where they embraced the wooden bars, ready to pull her away at the first sign of trouble. She was so embarrassed—his face was down between her legs, he was going down on her, eating her cunt, licking it with his tongue! How did it taste? What was the texture of it as his tongue ran over it, inside it? Did he like it? 

Annabeth twisted on the damp sheets, feeling his hands holding her ass, and that he had to be enjoying, feeling her, groping her—she shuddered, not sure if she liked being liked… his tongue ran through her slit, curving and fidgeting with the folds of her cunt until her hips were rising and falling by themselves, going up to his face and his mouth and his delving tongue—she liked it—he liked it, she could tell, and she wanted more, wanted to give him more, her passage demanded to be filled. Annabeth wasn’t above anything at that moment. She smiled with a straining happiness… reached down and wrapped her hands lovingly around the bulge his head made in the sheets.

“Come up here,” she moaned huskily. “I want you. I want… the real thing.”

Percy thought about it—she could almost hear the gears metaphorically grinding in his head—then he said, in a still, small voice, “No.”

“What?” Annabeth gasped.

Percy came up her body, up over her swollen cunt and her flexing belly and between the valley of her breasts. He came closer and closer to her eyes, her mouth, and then he was straddling her chest, his erect manhood—God, it was so hard, so big—lodged against the contour of her lower lip.

“Your turn,” he said. “You suck.”

Now Annabeth really was shocked, almost apoplectic, but he was so assertive that Annabeth’s normal urge to correct him and insist on doing things a certain, prescribed way sorta… fell away. She could just do as she was told. It felt good, in a way, not having to worry about all that, letting him take the reins. And he sounded so confident. She looked up at him, feeling his cockhead pounding against her lips.

“Te… tell me again?” she whispered.

Percy reached down to grasp her hair, holding her in place. All she could think was that she wasn’t just going to suck him—he was going to fuck her mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he told her in a voice that completely expected to be obeyed. “Suck my cock.”

Annabeth opened her mouth wide, wider—he didn’t quite thrust his prick inside, but fed it into her open lips. It felt so strange in her mouth, the warm, leaden, living heft of it, something not meant to be eaten. She, she had to suck it… it tasted odd… it was alive, it was his… 

“Suck,” Percy told her, petting her hair. “Suck.”

She did as he told her. He groaned and stiffened as she gulped on his shaft, a tremor running through him that made Annabeth smile around his cock. It had to feel good—so good he wasn’t ready for it. And as she gulped and sucked and smacked her lips, Percy reached back, his hand on her trembling thighs, then on her slit—

“MMMMMM!” Annabeth moaned around him as two joined fingers invaded her, satisfied her in one smooth stroke. Her pussy opened, squeezed him, gripped him with a soft, wet warmth, and Annabeth came, came so hard she forgot to suck him. He pushed his cock further into her mouth, until she felt it against the back of her throat. She sucked again—it felt so weird, but she couldn’t stop. She liked it. She liked doing what he said—she was helpless against his fingers inside her with their warm, tingling excitement. 

Then his fingers were gone from her cunt, his cock was out of her mouth—she was surprised at how long it took for him to pull it all the way out. “I’m not going to come in your mouth,” Percy told her. “I’m going to fuck your pussy. You’re going to come for me and then you’re going to get my cum. Okay?”

Annabeth could only nod. He came down her body—the sheets had disappeared from both of them in all their romping around, and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she could see everything as he pulled her legs roughly apart and rubbed his cockhead obscenely into her slit. But he didn’t stop there. His hands went under her hips, gripped his ass like when he had eaten her, and that more than anything proved to Annabeth that she was going to be fucked. He was going to do to her with his prick what he had done with his tongue.

“Tell me you want it,” Percy said, his strong voice taking all of Annabeth’s attention away from her uncertainties, her fearful desire to run and hide, her constant wondering if this was good enough.

“I want it,” Annabeth said in a tiny voice.

Percy fit into her an inch at a time, her womanhood being pulled onto his length like a glove. “Tell me how much you want it.”

Annabeth’s chest swelled. It felt like he was in all of her, filling her up, her whole body knotted around him. Her throat was hoarse as she tried to speak louder, wanting him to hear, wanting to obey his little commands: “I want it so much, I want all of it, please—“

“Tell me what you want.”

Her squirming lips finally opened wide as she screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh God! I want to be fucked!”

His gripping hands were dug into her buttocks, using them as handles as he pulled her snugly onto his erection. He slid inside her and they both felt a momentary resistance, Annabeth gasping, Percy panting, then his hips spiked down and he was through her hymen.

Annabeth squirmed under him, her legs wide around his pistoning hips, feeling his thundering prick ram into her. She was wild, ecstatic, unbelieving of how wonderful it was. A scream of pleasure rose from her throat and settled in her gaping mouth, growing bigger and bigger and yet unable to escape her straining lips. Instead of hearing the scream she was choking on, Annabeth heard the bedsprings rattle under them, her lungs heaving for air, the soft sucking noise of his cock passing through her womanhood. It eclipsed all the thoughts in her frantic mind. She floated through space, locked in this dream of pleasure. Her cunt was tightening and her ass was pulled up rudely around his impaling shaft and then she felt the jolt of his cum spilling inside her and she had a voice again. The scream came loose from her—she was letting him know how good it felt, letting the world know how good it felt.

“Ahhhhh!” she shouted. “Come! Coming! I’m coming!”

“Hhh!” Percy husked, plunging into her one last time, Annabeth’s eyes rolling back into her head as she felt more warm liquid heaviness inside her womanhood, weighing her down. Then their eyes met and she knew he was as exhausted as she was. “Oh man,” he groaned as he slumped down into her open arms and spread legs.

“Yeah…” Annabeth trailed off. What else could she say? Her cunt felt like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, her breasts pressing against his chest with tight nipples still sending signals of joy through her suffused body. Even the sweat-soaked sheets felt good.

Percy barely moved, his hips twitching until his limp member came out and fell between her legs, then he settled down against her soft body again. Annabeth lay back under him, holding him, unable to believe this was her life. It felt like a dream.

A good dream.