Chapt. 9 - First Experience

"You were the worst experience I've ever had, but you were the first—at least that's your advantage." -Jiji-

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Today, Mike and Angie were free from the dock because their mother was busy caring for everything Mike's father needed for his second surgery. Mike and Angie also helped with everything, so they didn't have time to organize strategies for defending themselves.

Vivian's assumption would be the most crucial. She could think that Mike didn't lust after Angie or was a little abnormal and not attracted to women, or she could accuse Angie of infertility—anything could happen.

"What should we do, Mike? Your mom seems suspicious, and we're definitely not safe tomorrow. Start with Doctor Malendi, who can tell that I'm still sealed, then who else will she bring to prove her suspicions? She will definitely kill me..." Angie complained, cupping her hands over her face and ruffling her long hair. "Do something!"

"What do you want me to do, huh? Are you ready for me to tell you my idea? I'm not ready to think about my dirty idea either."

"Just say it. Who knows, we could make a reference," Angie insisted. She was desperate. Vivian may look gentle, but her eyes pierced Angie's chest and tore her heart out. She wasn't ready to face the woman or answer her questions.

Mike picked up the bottle of whiskey, sat back down across from Angie and raised the object in his hand.

"How strong are you drinking this?" he asked, causing Angie to shake her head.

"Oh, no. No more of that, please. I almost died from that damn liquid. I'd rather have my mom's apple cider than that." Angie waved a hand. "Forget it. Your brain is too dull for me to ask you to think."

"What?"

"Yeah. I'm just asking what's going through your head. Why ask me to finish that drink?"

Mike couldn't answer because his face was already red with embarrassment. He shouldn't have behaved this way, which would have lowered his self-esteem. However, looking at Angie's face made him remember the night when he was supposed to fuck her, but he didn't do it. Unfortunately, Angie's innocent posture at that time continued to linger in his memory.

"Shit!" Mike threw the drink so the bottle shattering could be heard clearly, but he didn't care. He grabbed Angie and kissed her on the lips. Angie, who didn't expect Mike to do that, gasped and just stood there without returning Mike's intimate kiss to her.

Swear to God, she had never felt anything like that before, so she was almost out of breath from all the mixed feelings. She couldn't describe it. She could only say that the feeling was so magical, especially when Mike's hand slid down and cupped her breast. Something was twitching down there, and she was sure her puss must have been wet. Although she had never done it, she understood it quite well.

Unfortunately, she reflexively slapped Mike's hand and pushed him away.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Sshh... shut up! You want my mom to come, huh?"

Angie shook her head but still didn't understand what had just happened. Her breath caught because, amongst the shock, there was an indescribable sense of pleasure that, once it stopped, there was no way she could repeat it.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to do something? I explained that my father wanted me to give him an heir. This is the way. Otherwise, we'll continue to be terrorized by endless requests. And I'm sure you can't handle that."

Angie twiddled her fingers awkwardly. She had never had that kind of intercourse in her life. What if she couldn't endure the pain that was said to be felt the first time a man's penis entered her vagina?

"W-will it hurt, Mike?"

"Did you mean it when you said you were a virgin?" Mike asked, and Angie nodded. "Shit! Go to sleep. Just forget about what we planned to do tonight. I don't want to hear your cries of pain when I fuck you. Just prepare an answer if my nagging mom asks if we've had sex yet. That's your job."

***

"Mike, where are we going today?" asked Angie when they were both in the car. Mike didn't answer immediately but drove forward, accompanied by another black car. On the right side, front, and back.

Angie didn't like the tension surrounding her whenever she left the house with Mike, but she had to get used to it. Two years was a short time. She would be able to get through it.

Their car stopped at a grand building. They both got out, and Angie followed Mike to the elevator and got off on the top floor. There were only a few quite luxurious units, although they were not very big. The two of them entered, stood in the modernly designed room, exchanging glances, and then looked at each other.

"Your apartment?" Angie asked.

"Yes. Our apartment. We'll live here if my mom doesn't make things difficult. So, decide from now on. If you're not ready to have sex, think about what answer you'll say to make her believe you and stop terrorizing us with her difficult requests," Mike said, flopping down on the couch that was comfortable in Angie's view so that she too was sitting right next to Mike.

Angie bit her lip. She had thought about it all night. Mike had said from the start that his intention was to marry for the sake of a child to facilitate his goal of getting what his father had promised. The problem was that imagining the process they would go through made Angie shudder with horror.

Some people said that the first time would be excruciating. Blood would ooze out, and according to her imagination, it could cause her to bleed to death.

"Will it be painful?" Angie asked without looking at Mike. Both her cheeks were flushed and heated, so she clasped her hands there.

"I don't know. I've never been a girl. And, of course, I never will," Mike replied simply. His face also heated up, but he didn't want Angie to know.

"So what you're saying, that you're a virgin, is true?"

"Is it important for you to know?"

"Of course. Because I don't want to do it with a man without experience." This time, Angie turned her body to face Mike, and they locked eyes, blinked for a while, and then unexpectedly, Angie jumped onto Mike's lap, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him passionately.

Mike was quite taken aback by what Angie did. He should have initiated it. However, if she had taken the first step, she was sure ready to take the 'attack' from him without wanting to give in.

Mike undressed Angie impatiently, leaving only the bra on his wife's petite body. He's impatient, but this was a first for them. His assistant taught him how to warm up, ensure she was wet enough, and rock into action.

He had never really touched a woman, but he thought his instincts would work naturally because that was what happened.

Mike didn't want to push. He moved slowly, giving Angie touches in sensitive areas: neck, nipples, and clit. Touched them gently and without hesitation. A delicious moan escaped his wife's tiny lips that he didn't expect to send an incredible sensation that aroused him even more. However, just when he was getting impatient and was about to start to get into the core, he remembered that it was the woman who would feel the pain more than the man the first time.

He decided to play with Angie's pussy, until he made sure it was wet enough, and he slowly inserted a finger into it, pausing only when she squealed or squeezed his shoulder as a sign that she felt pain.

Angie looked up at Mike longingly when his finger was entirely inside her.

"Mike, please..." she pleaded in a gasp. She wanted more, but Mike didn't have the heart to do it. If Angie was a whore he found at a club, he probably wouldn't have cared if she was in pain or not as long as he got his own pleasure. However, Angie was his wife. Even though he wasn't in love and their marriage would only last two years, according to the contract, he wanted to have a powerful experience without crying.

He wanted to do this every time, so it would be better to ensure everything runs well.

"For once, just this, Angie." Mike moved the finger that was already in Angie's pussy slowly and enjoyed how she moved her hips while letting out soft moans. Mike wasn't sure whether to stick with just playing with his finger. However, he sped up the movements, and as Angie began to feel immense pleasure and spilled her juices, he stopped. That was enough.

"Mike... how about you?" asked Angie, still breathless, pulled Mike's arm as he got up and was about to leave. Mike only turned his head briefly.

"That's my business. At least, for now, I introduced you to that first experience. Next time, get ready because we're going to do it the right way."