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“Gosh, we’re both such losers,” Will muttered, emptying another glass of cheap alcohol. “I know, right? Well, losers stick together, I guess,” a bitter laugh slipped out of Robin’s mouth.
The only source of light in the room was the TV, some stupid comedy movie that failed to make either of them laugh. It’s not like they needed it anyway. Will and Robin quickly became very close friends, laughing together even through this rough time in their life. Will never got drunk before. Robin used to get drunk a lot. And, to be fair, he’d never consent to something like this if it wasn’t Robin. He trusted her entirely. If he’d black out and puke for hours — she’d be there for him, and he knew it.
Through hours of rambling about different stuff, laughing (sometimes genuinely and sometimes bitter and ironic), both of them found themselves half naked. As they were all relaxed on the couch, alcohol spreading heat all over their bodies, those jeans and jackets suddenly felt very useless and uncomfortable.
Robin never owned a bra. Will felt awkward about his tighty-whities. But in the drunken comfort of the dark room they stopped caring about looking indecent. Robin had her boobs out without any judgement, Will didn’t feel like he had to cover his dick that was way too big for this kind of underwear. It was just simple and comforting.
“You know, I actually never saw boobs before,” Will chuckled, sneaking a short look at Robin’s boobs. “Wait, really?! Like, never?!” she replied, bubbly and loud as always. “No, well, I… I saw boobs in a bra but never naked,” he explained, looking at her innocently. “Uh, I mean, I don’t think I ever saw a dick… like, in real life, in front of me,” she laughed, sneaking a look at Will’s underwear just like he did with her boobs. Before she could meet Will’s eyes again, she immediately looked back at his dick.
“Why the hell is it so big, though?!” she had a funny surprised face. “Oh, um… I’m… uh, sorry,” Will blushed heavily, immediately covering his crotch as his shyness seeped through his newfound confidence driven by alcohol. “No, no, dude, I didn’t say it like an insult or something, it’s just… like, okay, to be honest, I’m confused… like, if it gets hard… does it grow… bigger? ‘Cause like, Will, to be fair, I don’t think anyone would make it out alive… after having sex with you,” she was way too curious not to ask this.
“What?!” Will bursted out laughing. “No, it’s uh… there are… basically, there are two kinds of… um, dicks… some uh, grow bigger when hard… and some just get hard, that’s it,” Will was looking away, fidgeting with loose threads of his underwear. “Oh, so yours the second one,” Robin felt enlightened now. “Yeah,” Will thought for a couple seconds. “You know, I kind of wondered… um, how do boobs feel,” Will looked up at Robin again, with those adorable green eyes, and she had to mentally take a step back as she felt the sudden urge to plant kisses all over his face. He was just… very, very cute. Almost like a girl kind of cute, but it was something else.
“You’re totally missing out, dude,” she laughed as she finally processed what Will said. She reached for his hands and boldly placed them on her boobs. Will flinched, about to pull away, yet her firm grip made him submit quickly. He gave it a try, carefully squishing both of her boobs. “Oh… they’re… they’re uh… soft and… warm… very warm,” he said quietly, close to whispering. “I know, they’re nice… hahah, to be honest, it kind of feels good um… what you’re doing, it feels good,” she admitted. “L-like, squeezing them?” Will could feel his heartbeat go up. “Yeah, um… alright, now I gotta touch you, or else it’s not fair!” she blurted out playfully.
Will was taken aback, releasing an awkward laugh that turned into a whimper as Robin’s hand laid on his clothed dick. “What the fuck? You liked it?” she teased. “I’m, I… I don’t know!” Will blurted out, actually fully aware of his body yearning for more touch. Robin squeezed Will’s dick, feeling it get drastically harder in her grip. “Oh, wow,” she teased, somehow finding herself very much interested. “Who’s a naughty boy, huh?” something absolutely nasty just escaped her mouth. Robin screamed internally. What the hell did she just say, really? Will whimpered again, leaning into her touch. “Oh god, Robin… what are you… doing…” he muttered.
“Fuck…” she whispered back. What the hell is she even supposed to do with him? Robin really had no idea. It was such a weird feeling. Suddenly, she had a genius idea! She just has to do the same stuff she’d do if Will was a girl. Maybe a girl wearing a strap-on in this case. “Okay, no… fucking dumb,” she muttered to herself. “W-what’s dumb? Like, me?” Will asked, oblivious to Robin’s train of thought. “Oh, no, no! I was just, uh, I was thinking like… damn, if you were a girl… I’d do this and that, you know, but I don’t really know what to do with you, but I kind of feel like I want to do something… but I don’t know what, it’s just… god, it’s crazy,” she kept on ranting.
“Hey, I… I don’t know either, but… it’s weird, but… y-you know, you’re… you’re very, very nice to me… and you’re warm… and your boobs are soft and warm, and uh… I don’t know… god, this is pathetic… I guess I’m just…” Will couldn’t really find the right words. His brain was totally mashed from all the alcohol and very unusual feelings. “I get it… I guess I just…” Robin trailed off, her brain getting as mashed as Will’s. He was half lying down already, propping himself up on his elbows. Robin just followed her instincts, lying on top of Will and hugging him, their bodies pressed together tightly.
It felt nice. Comforting. And really fucking weird.
Will wrapped his arms around her neck, breathing out. He could feel her heartbeat. His dick was pressed right against her crotch. Will felt tears forming in his eyes. He sniffled and Robin heard it. “Hey, are you alright, Will?” she pulled away to check on him. Will pulled her back into the hug immediately. “It’s just… I don’t know, I was never hugged like this… I just want to stay like this forever…” he muttered, closing his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing… it’s just… I don’t know, Robin, it’s…” Will was definitely way too drunk to explain anything. “Shh, shh, Will, it’s okay,” Robin’s voice got quieter, more comforting. “I think I feel the same, it’s… I don’t know, let’s just do… whatever the fuck we want,” she couldn’t find any better way to phrase it, really.
Will nodded, sniffling again. They locked eyes and Robin closed the distance between them, awkwardly crashing her lips against his. Will whimpered quietly, feeling like his lips just touched a comforting cup of warm coffee. Their kiss wasn’t an “adult” kind of kiss, instead it was short, sweet and awkward. Robin angled her hips to press her pussy against Will’s dick, their underwear being the only barrier between their bare bodies.
A gasp escaped both of their mouthes. “Robin! Fuck!” Will moaned out as she experimentally rubbed against him. Robin straightened her back, straddling him. She looked down at Will’s body, if she’d squint he kind of looks like a girl. Just a little bit. He had a pretty slim waist with surprisingly full hips and thighs, and Robin just couldn’t help it but grope him a little bit. Will arched his back, leaning into her touch once again, his eyes closed and lips parted.
“You’ve got a girly waist, Will,” Robin blurted out, squeezing his waist a bit. “D-do I?” his voice was shaking. Robin just keeps surprising him tonight. “Yeah… fuck,” she muttered. “Will… Will, um, uh… do you wanna uh… like, damn,” Robin pinched her nose bridge. “Like, want me to use this,” she reached her hand towards Will’s crotch, poking her finger against his ass. “Or this,” she did the same with his dick. “Oh god…” Will felt even hornier from just a single touch of Robin’s finger. God, he was really desperate. Both of them were.
“I-um… m-maybe t-this…” he muttered shyly, reaching for her hand and gently pressing it against his dick. “Fuck, you’re such a slutty little thing… like, damn, are you really trying to pretend that you’re so innocent, huh?” Robin teased again. “I-I’m not… I’m not pretending, Robin,” Will murmured back, covering his face with his hands. “Right, we’ll see,” she smirked, pulling his underwear down. Will’s dick sprung out, looking all desperate and somehow cute. Pink tip, leaking pre-cum, twitching. That was probably the girliest dick Robin could imagine, despite it being quite big. It was… pretty. She always imagined dicks as something disgusting, totally off putting, ugly. Will’s was… adorable.
Robin pulled her own underwear down, a thick string of natural lube stretching and breaking in half immediately between her pussy and her underwear. She instinctively spat on her hand, smearing it all over Will’s dick. He flinched at the touch, a cute quiet sound escaping his mouth. Now Robin wasn’t really sure what to do. Probably should just follow her instincts again. She pressed the tip of Will’s dick against her tight virgin slit. Will’s dick was virgin too, twitching and throbbing from one mere touch. Will was biting his lip, still covering his face with his hands. “Fuck, stop hiding, I wanna see you,” Robin immediately stripped Will off of his mask, putting his hands on her hips instead. “A-alright,” he murmured back, looking up at her.
Robin kept on massaging her entrance with the tip of Will’s dick, hesitating to put it inside. Will dared to look down, seeing his dick pressed against her pussy, glistening in his pre-cum mixed with her own juices. “God… Robin…” Will whined out, squeezing her hips. “Please… please…” he begged. Will knew exactly what his body craved even if he was trying his best to pretend that he didn’t know. “Please what, you little slut?” Robin smirked, reaching her hand out to pinch Will’s nipple. He whimpered, his dick twitching hard against her pussy. “P-please… please… Robin… please,” Will kept on begging, his mind and body were both just craving one thing, stripping him off of his intelligence and the ability to communicate.
Robin lowered herself just a little bit, the tip of Will’s dick slipping past her pussy lips, but not entering yet. Will cried out, gently pushing her hips down. “Robin… please…” he kept mindlessly begging. “Fuck…” she cussed, still feeling a bit threatened by her own idea. Will’s dick felt much bigger than it looked. She was tight, completely inexperienced in this, and as much as it was comforting that Will was the same virgin loser, it still wasn’t convincing enough for her. Robin really couldn’t deny anymore that she wanted to feel Will inside of her, but it was just hard to get over this irrational fear.
Until Will accidentally pushed her hips down too much. Both of them whined loudly as Will’s dick finally slipped inside, tearing Robin’s hymen. “Oh god… I’m sorry!” Will immediately blurted out as he realised that he was the one to put it in first. “Fuck… it’s okay, it’s… ugh, you’re cute,” Robin muttered. She really couldn’t be mad at Will, if anything she just wanted to pinch his cheek right now. God, that little impatient slut.
Robin slowly lowered herself, there was no going back now. Will felt like his dick was being wrapped in a tight loving hug, Robin’s tight walls throbbing against him. As she reached the very bottom Will felt the tip of his dick press against something very warm and soft inside of her, immediately giving him an unbearable urge to thrust. He followed that urge. “Fuck… fuck, Will,” she moaned out, clenching around him. Incoherent whimpers full of pleasure were slipping past Will’s lips as he kept on thrusting, Robin eventually matching his pace and crashing her hips down on him. “Fuck… so deep,” she whined, leaning down with her hands at the sides of Will. “God, Robin…” Will was gripping Robin’s hips hard, trying to ground himself and hold onto something as his body was deflowered by his friend’s womanhood.
“W-wait, Robin… fuck… fuck… Robin… stop…” Will suddenly started to beg, feeling the inevitable end coming closer. “Shh…” Robin didn’t even bother to listen to Will, she was feeling way too fucking good. She totally forgot that inconvenient function of the male body, or maybe subconsciously she craved exactly this.
Nonetheless, her body was in charge right now, and as she finally clocked what Will is trying to say, she did a few more hard and fast movements before fully engulfing Will’s length as she heard his moans getting louder. Will’s whole body twitched as he was cumming, sweet loud moans escaping his mouth. Robin watched him in delight. She didn’t want to pull it out. Will didn’t either, despite being a bit scared from cumming inside. His mind was totally blank now though, he just wanted to get lost in the warmth of Robin’s body, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her closer, both of them trying to catch their breath. It was just warm all over. Warm inside and outside. Robin pressed their lips together again in another awkward kiss.
She rolled on her side, still keeping Will’s dick inside of her and not breaking the hug. They were almost glued together. “Fuck, Will, whatever the hell we just did… I think it was fun,” Robin whispered. “Me too, but… why… why did you do that? What if you get… you know,” Will immediately asked as his mind was getting clearer. “Sorry, got a bit too crazy I guess. I’ll take the pill, don’t worry about this,” she whispered, ruffling Will’s hair and giving him a short kiss on the forehead. “Alright,” he murmured back. “Not saying I didn’t like it, though,” he smiled, pressing his face against her collarbones. “I know,” she giggled.
Whatever led them to this, maybe alcohol or maybe something else, they both really needed it.