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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Steven_Universe_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Connie_Maheswaran_&_Steven_Universe
  Character:
      Connie_Maheswaran, Steven_Universe, Pearl_(Steven_Universe)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Masturbation, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Mutual_Masturbation, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Smutty_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-17 Updated: 2015-11-03 Chapters: 4/? Words: 16260
****** Smutty Universe ******
by AmberSerpentine
Summary
     Steven Universe is a magical boy with a grand destiny. His best
     friend is Connie Maheshwaran, an intelligent and athletic girl who
     embodies everything he loves about humanity. The time has come for
     the two of them to take their relationship to the next level--and
     maybe to bring in some of the rest of the cast as well.
     In case it needed to be said after reading the title: THIS IS SMUT.
***** Cleanliness is Important *****
Connie Maheshwaran grudgingly got out of the shower, blinking through the steam
to grope for a nearby towel. Twenty minutes was less than she liked, especially
on a hot summer day, but she was meeting Steven soon and she never liked to be
late for anything—least of all a full day of fun activities with her best
friend.
As she stepped free of the shower, she ignored the glasses sitting on the sink
and examined herself critically in front of the bathroom mirror. It had been a
few months since Steven’s magical indirect kiss—delivered through a juice box,
of all things—had cured her chronic nearsightedness, but she was still amazed
at the ability to look at herself in a mirror right after a hot shower without
having to worry about her glasses fogging up constantly.
Her parents didn’t yet know about her miraculous recovery, nor did she intend
for them to find out anytime soon. They were freaked out enough by Steven’s
nontraditional family; she didn’t want them to know about magical saliva or
indirect kisses or anything else that might make them worry about their only
child’s frequent semi-alone time with a boy her own age.
Connie wiped the mirror clean and took a good look at what she saw there. A
brown-skinned girl not yet in her teens, long black hair made even darker by
being wet. She sometimes thought she might be too skinny, but her mother
assured her that she would grow out of being gangly in time. For now, she was
at least grateful for the tone the mirror revealed to her. She had been
involved in sports—mainly tennis and gymnastics—since she was little, but
taking up fencing with Pearl had started to give her real definition.
She traced a hand lightly over her flat stomach, surprised slightly at the taut
muscles she felt playing under the skin. Not much longer, she considered, and
she would have a regular six pack. She was grateful that she hadn’t become
bulky from the swordplay; she was still lithe, still lean, even if she felt she
could bear to put on a little softness in places. Like Steven—he was soft and
pudgy, still not out of his baby fat. She didn’t think he would ever be skinny
by anyone’s standards, and she liked it that way.
Thinking about fat, Connie’s gaze wandered up to her chest, still almost as
flat as her stomach. Her budding breasts were little more than vague outlines
on her chest, and her dark nipples stood out almost as far as the breasts
beneath them. Her areolae were small, making the stiff protrusions seem even
larger by comparison. She’d had to start wearing training bras last year just
to keep them from showing through everything she wore during class, more than
because she had very much to hold in place.
She brushed her hands lightly over her breasts, gasping at the sensations that
shot through her body from contact with the sensitive nipples. After a moment
to compose herself, she cupped the tiny mounds. Were they any bigger than the
last time she had checked? She thought maybe. Or maybe it was just wishful
thinking.
Either way, she was showing signs of maturity in other ways, even if they were
less welcome. She focused on the vee between her legs, running her fingers down
her belly again to the mons just above her vagina. Another hair, curly and
dark, had sprouted there since the last time she had checked, a few days back.
She sighed deeply and grabbed a pair of tweezers out of the medicine cabinet.
She deftly plucked the unwelcome hair, dropped it in the toilet, and then
sterilized the tweezers with a quick splash of rubbing alcohol.
Connie was conflicted about her incoming public hairs. There hadn’t been that
many yet, and she was grateful for something showing that she was growing up,
but she couldn’t stand body hair. It just felt so untidy. She had been shaving
her legs and armpits since just before getting a training bra, even though she
barely needed to do so, and she meticulously watched her upper lip for any sign
of the downy hairs her mother called “womanstache.”
She suddenly realized that her grooming had taken up easily another twenty
minutes, so she quickly finished drying off, wrapping her hair up in another
towel before brushing her teeth, flossing, gargling, and brushing again. There
was no point neglecting dental hygiene, after all.
After finishing her ablutions, Connie pulled the towel off of her hair and sat
naked on the toilet, pulling out a brush to work over her long, thick hair the
several hundred times she needed to feel confident that it was all in place.
She briefly touched the spot where she had pulled out the rogue public hair,
rubbing the sore place to get the sting out, then gradually letting her fingers
drift lower, still rubbing slightly in the pretense that she was just trying to
ease a sting.
As her fingers brushed the bump at the top of her hairless slit, she sighed
languidly. The intense feelings that radiated out from her touch made her whole
body quiver and warmth deeper than any shower spread all the way from the tips
of her toes to the top of her head. Her eyes glazed slightly as she toyed with
her clitoris, flicking the tip with a finger then caressing it with her thumb.
She briefly considered just taking the time to masturbate before going out, but
sadly dismissed the idea. She just didn’t have the time.
After the changes in her body had started last year, Connie’s mother had
started telling her about the facts of life. Connie was an inquisitive and
intelligent girl who had access to the internet, so she hadn’t had the heart to
tell her mother that she had known all about sex and the like for months
already. Something useful had come out of that conversation, though; Connie’s
parents might be conservative, hovering, and even shrill at times, but at least
they weren’t complete prudes too. Connie’s mother was a doctor, after all.
Talking with her mom about sex stuff had let Connie know that it was okay to
explore her own body—in private, of course—and it hadn’t been long before those
nightly explorations had paid dividends in the most amazing sensations she had
ever felt. Sometimes she had to stuff her face into a pillow to keep her
parents from hearing the results of those private moments, and regular sessions
of masturbating had helped take off some of the pressure she felt from having
such a demanding family life.
Steven had helped too, in other ways. Finally having a friend—and a magical
friend to boot—had started to give Connie a sense of personal worth she had
never known before. She knew her parents loved her, but sometimes she worried
that they only loved the potential she had, instead of her personally. Steven
was the most guileless, open person she had ever met, and he adored her. It
felt good to be wanted, to be cared for as a person.
Thinking about Steven so shortly after touching herself was unusual—normally,
she thought of him before she started, not after. Lately, almost all of
Connie’s nightly “exercises” had involved thinking about Steven. She thought of
them kissing, of him tracing his big, soft hands up under her sundress, of the
two of them fusing in a different way than when they danced.
She hadn’t dared try anything with him yet, though. On top of being guileless,
Steven came across as incredibly innocent. He didn’t own a computer, he didn’t
have cable, his television was so old Connie thought it might have tubes in it,
and she wasn’t entirely sure anyone had ever told him about where babies come
from. The very idea of approaching Steven about sex stuff seemed somehow
inappropriate, like she would be corrupting his purity.
Still, every time she was around him lately, she just wanted to pull him in
close and start kissing him. She didn’t know where it would go from there, and
she thought that the two of them were probably still a bit too young for any of
the other fun things she had thought of, but she was definitely ready for some
kissing. She just hoped that she wasn’t incredibly terrible at it.
Sighing in disappointment, Connie stood up and quickly finished brushing her
hair before pulling on her clothes. Polka-dotted underwear and a pale yellow
training bra went on under the strapless yellow sundress she had picked out for
the day. Her sandals and sun hat were waiting for her by the door, along with a
satchel holding a couple of books she was hoping to get Steven to read, her
violin, and a pair of conservative pajamas.
Her parents had finally agreed to a sleepover at Steven’s house, with the
understanding that Steven’s “aunts” would be present at all times. That was the
agreement whenever she was visiting with Steven, of course, but her parents had
been especially emphatic about it when it came to a sleepover. She thought that
Steven and his dad sleeping over at the Maheshwaran house when they had been
snowed in had convinced her parents that he didn’t have any nefarious
activities in mind. She wondered how they would feel if they knew their
pristine daughter was the sex-crazed one of the two.
Once she was at his place, the fun—if not the fun she exactly wanted—would
begin. Steven would provide the snacks, which was good since her parents didn’t
like her eating things that had sugar in them, as well as figuring out the
day’s activities. He was good at that sort of thing. Connie had never yet had a
boring day with Steven Quartz Universe. She had risked her life a few times,
but she had never once been bored. She hoped that Steven might be ready for
some of the “fun activities” she was contemplating sooner or later, but for
now, it was always good to spend time with her best friend.
“Are you ready yet, Connie?” came her mother’s voice, drifting up from
downstairs. “Greg is here to pick you up!”
Connie smiled and dashed to the bathroom door. “I’m ready, mom! Tell Mr.
Universe I’ll be down in just a minute!” she called back.
“Hi, Connie!” Greg Universe called from somewhere below. She giggled behind her
hand at the image of Steven’s dad, dressed in that awful cherry sweater he was
wearing every time he came to the Maheshwaran house, standing in the doorway
and shouting past her mom.
Smiling the whole way, Connie skipped down the stairs, wondering what amazing
things her best friend would come up with today.
 
***
 
“I’m so sorry, Connie!” Steven wailed, jam running down his face and dripping
slowly onto his shirt.
“It’s okay, Steven,” she replied, pulling off her useless glasses and staring
at the red smears covering them. She reached up with one had to touch her dark
hair, not surprised at all to find jam smeared all over her head. In fact,
looking down, she saw that she was splattered from head to toe with sticky, red
jam. “Who could have known that putting jam cakes in the microwave could have
made them so unstable?”
“I think it’s Pearl’s fault,” he said mournfully. “The last time she took the
microwave apart for spare parts, she must have ‘improved’ it again.”
“Blech,” Connie grumbled, fishing out a piece of burnt jam cake that had
somehow gotten in her mouth. It had probably happened while she was gaping at
the sight of the microwave door blowing off its hinges and hurtling across the
room like a flaming comet. She and Steven were both lucky that no one had been
hurt and that nothing beside the microwave had been destroyed.
“Let me get you a towel or something,” Steven offered, but Connie held up a
hand before he could run off.
“I don’t think a towel is going to cut it,” she told him. “I think I need a
bath.”
“That’s a good idea!” he agreed immediately. “While you’re getting started,
I’ll put your clothes in the wash. You can wear one of my shirts until they’re
done.” He smiled broadly, and Connie felt the last of her annoyance from the
microwave exploding washing away in the warmth and honesty of that smile.
“What about you?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you clean up too?”
“I suppose so,” he said, looking down at his jam-covered clothes. “You go on
ahead, though. I have to use the warp pad to get up to the laundry.”
He paused, looking at her expectantly.
“What?” she asked, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.
“Oh,” he said, seeming confused. “I just thought you wanted me to wash your
clothes. You’ll have to take them off first.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment. “You’re
right. Sorry, I guess I wasn’t thinking. I’ll go into the bathroom and pass
them to you through the door after I get undressed.”
“Okay,” Steven agreed, drawing out the word as though he still didn’t really
understand. “I’ll grab extra shirts and stuff on the way back.”
Connie smiled and nodded in agreement. Something had been off about the
conversation in a way that she wasn’t really familiar with, but everything
seemed to be back to normal now. She padded her way into the bathroom and
quickly stripped to her underwear. Seeing red splatters on the bra and panties
as well—and how had that happened?—she went ahead and threw those on the pile
too.
Now completely naked in Steven’s house, with Steven just on the other side of
the bathroom door, Connie felt her lower regions tingle slightly with the
forbidden nature of what she was doing. Her parents certainly wouldn’t approve,
that was for sure. She reminded herself that it was just a bath and quickly
composed herself before cracking the door just wide enough to slip her clothes
through.
“Here you go,” she said, leaning around to see Steven standing there waiting
for her. He took her clothes with a smile and bounded off, leaving Connie with
a brief glimpse of his bare shoulder and back.
“Be right back!” he called as he dashed around the corner to the warp pad. Had
he already taken off his own shirt? She supposed that boys didn’t have as much
of an issue going shirtless as girls did, though she could never remember
Steven taking off his shirt around her before.
When she heard the warp pad chime, she closed the bathroom door and walked to
the tub, turning on the hot water to start it filling up. She had always been
surprised how huge Steven’s tub was, especially considering that she didn’t
even know if the Crystal Gems took baths, but it definitely fit the scale of
the rest of the house. Everything seemed to have been built slightly larger
than normal, from the open ceiling in the main room to the extra-long kitchen
counter. The bathtub was no exception, and Connie could easily imagine fitting
at least three people in it.
She grabbed a wooden bowl from next to the tub and sat down on a low stool next
to it, quickly rinsing herself off like she had seen people do in anime. She
had always wanted to try out a Japanese-style bath, but she quickly realized
that the process of cleaning outside the tub was really cold. Her nipples were
hard enough to cut glass after just one bucket of water, and she decided that
maybe people in anime were just tougher than she was. She hurriedly washed off
the suds and stood up to step into the filled bath, when she heard the door
open behind her.
Connie turned around to see Steven walking into the bathroom nonchalantly,
carrying a stack of towels, red shirts, and washcloths. He was stripped to the
waist; below that, he was wearing only a pair of white underwear, the kind her
father sometimes called “tighty whiteys.”
“Steven!” she gasped, bringing her hands around to cover her breasts and
crotch.
“What!” he exclaimed back, looking startled. He looked back and forth,
struggling to keep hold of the clothes he was carrying, finally throwing them
up into the air where they rained down around him. “Is it a gem monster?” he
asked, holding up one arm in preparation to form his crystal shield.
“No!” she responded, turning her back to him. She then realized this only
presented her bare ass to him, then turned back to face him, her hands
constantly moving to try and cover as much area as possible. “I’m… naked!”
“Ohhh,” he sighed, looking her up and down as though he had just realized that
she wasn’t wearing clothes. “Sorry, Connie. I wasn’t thinking.”
Connie relaxed for a moment, thinking that it had just been an innocent
mistake—how very Steven of him—before he reached down and stripped his
underwear off in one swift motion, tossing them into the hamper in the corner
of the room without a second glance.
“Now we’re both naked!” he exclaimed, his tone indicating that he thought the
problem was clearly solved.
Connie wanted to say something more to him, something about how it wasn’t okay
for him to walk in on her and especially not okay to take all his clothes off
in front of her, but all she could do was gape. She felt her mouth drop open in
astonishment, and her hands slowly fell away from concealing her body as she
tried to take in what she was seeing.
Steven stood in front of her, his fists on his hips and a smile on his face,
the way he always looked when he thought he had come up with a brilliant idea.
It wasn’t his posture that drew Connie’s notice, though; it was what hung
between his legs. Connie had seen penises on the internet before, even some
pretty big ones, but this was the first one she had ever seen in real life—and
it was huge. Steven’s penis was only about four inches or so flaccid, but it
looked absolutely enormous on him, and it was easily as thick as two or three
of Connie’s fingers held together. Considering that Steven was several inches
shorter than she was, his cock was entirely disproportionate to the rest of
him, a genuine monster.
Connie thought briefly about the ocean worm that had nearly killed them both on
the day she first met Steven Universe. Steven’s penis didn’t have a mouth on
the end of it, but it certainly seemed just as big to her staring eyes.
Connie looked him up and down, observing his soft, pudgy body. Steven had a
layer of baby fat still clinging to him, and every inch of him looked like a
child—except for his penis, which would easily put grown men to shame. He had
no hair on his body at all, which relieved Connie a little bit. She had
considered in her frequent fantasies that he might have a patch of curly black
hair in his crotch to match the one on top of his head, but he was still smooth
and silky all over.
“What’s wrong, Connie?” Steven asked, his smile fading away. He looked down at
himself and twisted back and forth to get a better look at his own body. “Do I
have something gross on me?”
“You’re naked,” she said in a flat voice, finally looking back up at his face.
“Why are you naked?”
“I thought we were gonna take a bath,” he responded, clearly confused.
“Do you usually take baths with other people?” Connie asked him.
“I used to take baths with my dad all the time,” he said, nodding. “Pearl and
Garnet used to take baths with me too.” He paused and scratched his chin with a
finger. “Not Amethyst, though. She’ll only take a bath if Garnet holds her
under until the bubbles stop.”
“Doesn’t it bother you, being naked in front of me?” she asked, finally letting
her hands drop away completely.
“Should it?” he asked, walking to the bath and testing it thoughtfully with a
toe. Connie was amazed at the way it made his penis sway back and forth, moving
like an elephant’s trunk. “Hot!” he exclaimed happily before jumping in,
splashing water over the sides in a cascade. He paddled around the enormous tub
for a few moments before turning to look at Connie. “Aren’t you getting in?” he
asked.
Wordlessly, Connie nodded and took a few halting steps forward. Everything in
her, every lesson about privacy and propriety from her stifling parents,
started screaming as she walked naked toward Steven. For his part, Steven’s
eyes never seemed to wander below her neck, besides his initial assessment
before he had taken off his underwear, and he never lost his expression of
childish glee at the idea of taking a bath with his best friend. He didn’t seem
ashamed at all.
“I let Pearl know about the microwave,” Steven said, grabbing a washcloth and a
bar of soap from the floor next to the tub. “She said she won’t have time to
look at it until the Gems get back from their mission.” He scrubbed under one
arm before seeming to remember something. “Oh, and she said she’s sorry about
the jam cakes.”
“That’s okay…” Connie started to say before Steven’s words sunk in. “The Gems
are gone?”
“Yeah,” he said sadly. “Something came up. Like a giant monster on a remote
island or something?” He shrugged. Monsters were just normal business in
Steven’s house. “They said they would have asked me along, but they knew how
much spending a day with you meant, especially your first sleepover.”
“Steven,” she said in a strained voice, hating how much like her mother she
sounded, “my parents only agreed to let me stay over because they thought there
would be adults present. They would never have agreed to let me spend the night
at a boy’s house unsupervised!”
“The Gems are only going to be gone a couple of days,” Steven replied. “They’ve
left me alone longer than that before. I mean, I was stranded on a deserted
island with Sadie and Lars for a whole month once.”
“That’s not the point!” Connie insisted.
“Well, they don’t know we’re unsupervised, right?” he asked cautiously. Connie
nodded, her face contorted with worry. “Then it’s just like when you’re doing
your sword-fighting training with Pearl. They know you’re taking ‘fencing
lessons,’ but you always say that the details would just get them upset.”
“No point in worrying them,” she agreed, seeing Steven’s logic. He had a knack
for using someone’s words against them, but making them feel good about it at
the same time. “I guess you’re right.” She smiled at him to show that
everything was okay, and she giggled behind her hand when he gave her a thumbs-
up back.
The two of them scrubbed and washed quietly for a few minutes, falling into a
comfortable silence, working hard to get the jam off their skin. Connie picked
up the wooden bucket from next to the tub and poured water over her head again,
kneading her thick hair in an attempt to get every bit of sticky crud out.
“You’re missing some,” Steven told her, pointing toward the curve of her head.
She turned away from him, craning her arms to reach the spot he indicated. “No,
you’re still missing it. Let me help.”
Before Connie could object to him coming closer, she felt Steven’s naked belly
pressing against her back as his hands went to her hair to help root out the
errant jam splatter. His skin felt cool in the hot water, and she shuddered
slightly at the contact. As Steven’s strong, soft hands worked across her
scalp, she felt her nipples hardening and her breath coming faster.
“There!” he exclaimed. “Got it! It was a piece of biscuit!”
Steven leaned forward further, bringing his hand around in front of Connie’s
face to show her his prize. As he did, his penis slipped free from the water to
caress her spine. Connie moaned slightly at the contact and wiggled back and
forth, trying hard to not touch herself. Steven gasped at her sudden movement,
and she felt his penis begin to harden as she rocked back and forth.
He recoiled from the strange sensation and slipped, first sliding forward and
then back. Connie turned to see what was going on, struggling to brush her wet
hair out of her eyes, just as Steven careened forward. He barely managed to
catch himself on the wall above the tub with both hands, but that left his
rapidly hardening penis at eye level for Connie.
“What’s happening to it?” he asked her in a panicked tone, looking back and
forth from his penis to Connie’s face. She would have found it funny if he
weren’t so clearly upset.
“Calm down, Steven,” she said, watching his penis grow longer and harder with
every moment. “It’s normal. This just happens to boys sometimes.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, the worry still present. She nodded, barely able to
take her eyes off his penis. “Oh, thank goodness!” he said, relief beginning to
set in. “I was worried I was shapeshifting again or something.”
Connie couldn’t stop staring at Steven’s cock, mostly because it was literally
only inches from her face—and getting closer with every passing moment. Up
close, she could only describe its color and shape as “cute,” looking as soft
and pink as the rest of him. Taken in context, though, it was a monster, easily
six inches or more hard. She couldn’t imagine how huge he was going to be when
he finished growing up.
“Sorry, Connie,” he said, backing away a little now that he had managed to get
his balance back. “I was just worried. It’s never done anything like this
before.”
“Steven…” Connie began cautiously. “Have the Gems or your dad talked to you at
all about sex?”
“Sort of,” he said, sitting back down in the tub and gasping as his hard penis
sank beneath the hot water. “They said that eventually I’d meet a girl or boy I
really liked, and that we would find stuff to do together, but that it was
something that adults did. Pearl didn’t seem to think much of the idea, but
Amethyst seemed really into it. She kept saying that I should ask my dad since
he was really good at it.”
“Oh, wow,” Connie said, stunned at the idea of Greg Universe having sex with
Amethyst. She shook herself and decided that couldn't have been what Amethyst
had meant, though. Amethyst had probably meant that Steven's mom had said Greg
was really good in bed, and Amethyst was just repeating it. She just couldn't
imagine goofy Greg Universe sleeping with anyone but Steven's mom-and she could
barely imagine that. “Did you?”
“I told dad the Gems had said to ask him about it, but he said that he didn’t
think I was old enough to hear that sort of stuff yet.” Steven reached under
the water and groped at his erect penis, his face bunched up in concentration.
Connie licked her lips involuntarily at the sight. “He seemed kind of
embarrassed about it, actually. Especially when I told him what Amethyst said.”
“I could tell you more, if you want,” Connie heard herself saying. She couldn’t
believe how bold she was being, but Greg wasn’t coming to pick her up until
tomorrow afternoon and the Gems could be gone for days. This was the first time
she and Steven had ever been totally alone, and she wasn’t about to let the
chance slip away.
“How do I make it go back to normal?” he whined, squeezing at his massive
erection. “The harder I grab it, the bigger it gets! And it kind of hurts...”
“Don’t be so rough,” she scolded, scooting toward him under the water. She
grabbed his wrist and gently pulled it away from his penis. “You have to be
gentler.”
Connie hesitated only a moment before reaching out and tracing her fingers
along the underside of Steven’s penis. He gasped and jerked briefly, and she
felt suddenly powerful on seeing his reaction. Her boldness grew stronger, and
she curled her hand around the middle of his length, taking care not to squeeze
too hard. She began to move her hand back and forth along his shaft, like she
had seen it done in movies, watching his face carefully to make sure she was
doing it right.
Steven’s moans and grunts let her know that he was certainly enjoying it, even
if he didn’t know exactly what was going on. His hands flopped around for a few
moments before he grabbed onto the rim of the tub and held on for dear life.
Connie began explaining the facts of life to Steven as she stroked him, taking
on a lecturing tone that Pearl might have admired, even if she wouldn’t have
approved of the circumstances. She didn’t know how much Steven was actually
hearing, though. His face was taut and his eyes had rolled back in his head as
the pleasure intensified from Connie jerking him off.
“Something feels weird…” he moaned after a few short minutes. “I think I’m
going to pee…”
“No, you’re not,” she told him, picking up her pace. “You’re about to have an
orgasm. It’s supposed to happen. Just let it come.”
Steven moaned her name as she stroked faster, thrusting his hips up toward her
involuntarily. Just as the tip of his penis broke the water, his orgasm hit
him. Steven cried out, his voice hoarse and ragged as he struggled to catch his
breath. Connie almost stopped stroking when the first blast of Steven’s hot cum
hit her in the face, but she persevered and kept going as spurt after spurt
shot from the end of his huge pink shaft.
It seemed to Connie that Steven kept coming for a long time, but maybe it only
seemed that way because of how intent she was on the whole thing. By the time
his cock started deflating and the last spurts of white cream had stopped,
Connie realized that her face and chest were completely covered with his semen.
Steven sank back under the water, a hazy afterglow from his orgasm turning his
face slack and vague in a way that Connie understood all too well. She opened
her mouth to explain what had just happened, when she realized that Steven’s
cum was all over her lips. Tentatively, she snaked her tongue out to just taste
a little of it out of curiosity, ready to spit it out if it turned out to be
nasty.
Her eyes widened in surprise as the semen passed her lips; it was delicious!
The flavor was somewhere between salty and sweet, like taffy or salted
chocolate. Connie’s tongue swirled around her lips, drawing in as much of the
delicious cream as she could manage. It was all she could do to keep herself
from scooping it off of her tiny tits and sucking it off her fingers.
“Sorry, Connie,” Steven said, finally seeming to come out of his haze.
“For what?” she asked. If anyone had a reason to be sorry, it was her. Now that
the moment had passed, she was starting to worry that she had taken advantage
of Steven’s naivety. She couldn’t feel too bad, though, especially not now that
her pussy was veritably throbbing with need. She would have to show him how she
took care of it soon—or maybe teach him to do it for her…
“I got you dirty again,” he said with a slight smile. “And now the bathwater is
all cold.”
Connie reached over to the drain plug and pulled it free. As the water began to
swirl away, she reached up and ran her hands over her small breasts, splashing
water on them to wash off some of the cum. Steven looked at them, seeming to
drop his gaze below her eyes for the first time.
“I guess we’ll have to take another bath then,” she said with a smile of her
own.
The two of them sat there grinning together, best friends in the bath. Connie
just knew that they were going to have a lot more fun before the day was out.
 
To be continued…
***** Babes in Toyland *****
Chapter Summary
     Steven and Connie continue their sexual explorations after bathtime.
     Connie explains the facts of life to Steven, and then does some show
     and tell.
     MORE SMUT!
“So that’s how it all works, huh?” Steven asked, taking another bite of
biscuits and jam. Connie nodded, the towel on top of her head bobbing as she
chewed thoughtfully. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Connie agreed.
Her conversation with Steven about the facts of life had gone more easily than
she could have hoped. It had helped remind her that Steven wasn’t actually
dumb, which was easy to forget because of how goofy he could be sometimes.
Steven wasn’t unintelligent—he just wasn’t very educated. He had listened, and
he actually seemed to understand what she was telling him. His insightful
nature had served him well as the morning turned into afternoon listening to
Connie explain where babies came from and how sex worked, topics that made her
embarrassed to talk about even though Steven had already seen her completely
naked and she had jerked him off in the tub only a few hours ago.
“Could you get pregnant from the stuff we were doing earlier then?” he asked.
“You’d actually have to come inside me,” she reminded him. “Like, your semen
would have to enter my vagina.”
“And that’s intercourse,” he said, not really asking. He was nodding to himself
as the mechanics of it all came together in his head. “Does sex feel better
than masturbating?”
“I guess,” Connie responded with a shrug. The towel she was wearing around her
chest slipped slightly and she tucked it back into place. She felt a little
silly being worried about exposing herself after everything that had already
happened, but she just didn’t feel right being naked at Steven’s kitchen table.
Steven himself was wearing underwear, though she got the impression it was less
out of embarrassment than because he didn’t like putting his butt directly on a
cold chair. “I wouldn’t really know.”
“Oh, yeah,” he responded. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’d had sex already or
anything. It’s just that you really seem like you know a lot, so I figured you
might know that too.”
“All I know is what I’ve read in books and seen on the internet,” she said with
a sheepish smile. “The people in the movies I’ve seen act like it’s better. But
today’s the first time I’ve ever touched anyone besides myself like that.”
Steven sat forward, licking the last of the jam from his fingers. His eyes were
starry and interested, his face rapt with attention.
“You touch yourself like that?” he asked in an awed voice. “Is it fun? Does it
feel good?”
“It feels great,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. She felt her own
smile growing less sheepish and more sly as they talked. Steven had a real
knack for drawing people out of their shells. He had been doing it for her all
the last year, after all. “I do it almost every night, after my parents go to
bed. Sometimes it’s so good that it’s all I can do to keep them from hearing
me.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Can I watch you do it?”
“Watch me?” Connie repeated, leaning back in shock. “I- I don’t know…”
“Please, Connie?” Steven whined in a way that she knew would break down her
defenses all too quickly. “You showed me how to do it, and I just want to see
how you do it too. If you want, I’ll help you the way you helped me.” He
paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I mean, you’ll have to show me what to
do, obviously. But I want to help you feel as good as you helped me feel! It’s
only fair.”
“I suppose so…” she hemmed and hawed, feeling her pussy begin to tingle under
the towel. She shifted back and forth on her chair, rubbing herself on the seat
like she was trying to scratch an itch. “Okay,” she finally agreed, “I’ll show
you.”
“Yay!” Steven shouted, jumping off his chair and pumping both fists in the air.
Connie found his enthusiasm charming and infectious, and soon enough she was
laughing while leaning back in the chair, her itching pussy momentarily
forgotten.
“Connie…” Steven said in a small voice. She looked up at him, still giggling.
He was standing on top of the chair, his knees level with the edge of the
table. She could see his white underwear beginning to tent out at the crotch,
the outline of his huge penis straining the stretchy fabric. “I can see your
boobs again.”
She looked down, seeing her small brown nipples where the towel had finally
given up its hold while she was laughing. She blushed deeply then looked up at
Steven again. He was toying with the front of his underwear lightly, almost as
though he wasn’t sure what to do about it. His fingers traced the tip of his
cock through the fabric, and his breathing was beginning to get heavy.
Connie sat up straighter, letting the towel fall all the way to her waist. She
reached up and cupped her tiny tits in her hands, pushing them up to make them
seem larger.
“Do you like them?” she asked nervously. “They’re still really small.”
“I like all of you,” Steven said, his voice quavering slightly. He grabbed at
his hardening dick through his underwear, squeezing it and shuddering at the
contact. “Seeing someone naked never did this to me before. Did it get like
this because I like you so much?”
“Have you seen a lot of naked girls?” Connie asked. She toyed with her nipples
as she watched Steven stroking his penis in front of her. The tingling
sensation in her pussy grew stronger as she flicked the stiff buds.
“Just the Gems when they would take baths with me,” he told her. “And sometimes
people come down to the beach at night and skinny dip when they don’t think
anyone is around. It’s kind of funny.” Connie could see a tiny wet spot forming
on his underwear where the head of his cock was beginning to leak precum. “And
dad had some magazines with pictures of naked women in them in his storage
unit, but I didn’t get to look at them too much since I was trying to find
mom’s old light cannon.”
“Did you get a good look at me earlier when we were in the bath together?” she
asked him, rolling her nipples between her fingers and sighing at the
sensation. Steven shook his head, and Connie smiled at him. She grabbed the
towel and unfolded it, letting it hang off the chair under her. Throwing
caution to the wind, she put her feet up on the edge of the table and spread
her legs, beckoning Steven toward her. “Then come over here and take a look.”
Steven immediately stopped stroking himself and jumped off the chair, ducking
under the table to crawl toward Connie. She looked down at him as he sat up on
his knees, his hands tucked onto his thighs like a samurai in one of her anime.
She had never seen a samurai with a hard-on before, and the image made her
giggle a little. Steven’s eyes roamed between her naked tits and her pussy, his
cock seeming to strain against the material of his tighty whiteys so hard that
Connie thought it might burst free at any time.
Even when he had seen her naked before, it had been when she was trying to
cover up or when she was mostly underwater in the bath. She had never felt so
exposed before, the cool air flowing across her naked pussy and the warm
sunlight from the kitchen’s high windows spilling onto her small breasts.
Steven leaned forward to take a closer look at her opening.
“It’s so wet,” he commented. “Is it always wet like that?”
“Only when I’m feeling sexy,” she responded, reaching down with one hand to run
a finger over her lower lips. She gasped at the light contact, then began to
rub more in earnest. Steven’s fascination and closeness made it somehow sexier
than usual, and she felt her excitement build quickly. Connie traced her hand
along the length of her outer folds, then lightly pulled back the edges so that
Steven could see the interior ones.
“That’s my vagina, like I was telling you about earlier,” she said. “Some girls
call it a ‘pussy’ or a ‘cunt.’ I think I like pussy best.”
“I think it looks pretty,” Steven said, leaning close enough that his breath
whispered across Connie’s moist folds. She gasped again, feeling her face flush
with heat and her nipples harden into small pebbles. “It’s all pink and wet.
And this little bump at the top is your clitoris, right?”
“You can call it a clit if you want,” she said, struggling to keep her voice
even.
She slowly let her lips close again, leaving one hand in place to slip a finger
inside herself. Connie’s pussy sucked at the invading digit, closing tightly
around it. She had never managed to get more than two fingers inside before,
and even that felt a little bit uncomfortable. She was thrilled at the idea of
fucking Steven silly, but the sheer size of him made her nervous. Even the fear
felt a little sexy, though, and her sodden pussy throbbed with need.
Connie’s other hand traced up to her tit, grabbing at it and kneading the soft
flesh as she finally leaned her head back and let the feelings take over. As
one finger plunged in and out of her pussy, she let her thumb trail over her
clit, each stroke sending electrical sparks through her body and building the
tension. She pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling at it
sharply enough that the pleasure was almost painful. She bit her lower lip to
keep from moaning, then realized there was no one around to hear beside Steven.
Normally, it took a good while for Connie to get worked up enough to have a
good orgasm, but the excitement of the day and Steven’s unblinking gaze locked
on her pussy had already pushed her to the edge. She rubbed and stroked more
quickly, her hand blurring as her finger moved in and out with a wet swishing
sound. Connie’s mouth fell open, gasping for breath between moans.
She was slightly shocked when Steven’s hand touched her inner thigh lightly,
his cool fingers brushing over her hot skin like butterfly kisses. She looked
down at him and saw that he had pulled the front of his underwear down, his
huge penis jutting out at a sharp angle. One hand was laid softly against her
thigh, more to balance himself on his knees than anything else, and the other
was stroking his erect penis slowly, almost tentatively. He was still finding
his rhythm, still awkward.
The sight pushed Connie up to the edge, lighting a fire in her belly that raged
hot and fierce. Her finger pushed all the way up inside her, curling in to seek
the bundle of nerves inside her that always drove her wild. Her other hand fell
from her breast to her abdomen, fingers reaching down to stroke her clit while
her main hand worked her pussy. She grunted and moaned as the pleasure built,
inarticulate sounds in the back of her throat like animal noises, finally
reaching a crescendo as she came.
The fire in her belly spread through her body, muscles locking as a hot flood
of wetness spread over her hand. Her bracing feet lifted her ass completely off
the chair for just a moment and her toes curled. There was a moment where she
worried about the chair she was in falling backward, but then all thought was
obliterated by pure pleasure. Connie’s mouth hung open as she gasped and
wailed, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth. As the orgasm
waned, she thought about what Steven would think about her after seeing her
like this, but his own noises of pleasure banished any concerns.
She looked at Steven again once her muscles had unlocked. His eyes were closed
and his face was scrunched up in a grimace of concentration and effort as his
hand moved faster on his huge shaft. Connie brought her soaked fingers up to
her mouth and licked the tips, tasting her own musky flavor. Her pussy was
still spasming from coming, but watching Steven jack his dick was heating her
up again already.
Before she could consider whether she wanted to finger herself again, Steven’s
back arched and his body tensed. She recognized the signs of impending orgasm
well enough and locked her eyes onto his penis. She wanted to see what it
looked like when his cum shot out, a sight that had been too sudden to
appreciate the first time.
She didn’t have to wait long. Steven moaned aloud once, a moan that was almost
her name, and then his hand clamped down on her thigh where he was bracing
himself. His other hand went to the base of his penis and gripped there, just
as ropy strands of semen blasted free of the tip. Steven shuddered and groaned,
rocking back and forth as stream after stream of white cream poured onto the
floor in front of him. Connie could swear that she could smell it, a scent like
fresh flowers and sweet fruit.
His cum poured out of him until a thick puddle of it pooled on the ground
beneath Connie’s chair, and gradually his penis began to deflate, sinking in
front of him like a leaky fire hose.
“Did you like watching me?” Connie asked, her face glazed slightly with the
pleasure of recent orgasm. Steven could only nod, his own face slack but
smiling.
“My knees hurt, though,” he finally said, stretching a little bit.
Connie giggled and closed her legs primly, taking care to avoid putting her
feet down in Steven’s spunk. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The
kiss felt natural and spontaneous, like it was just the right thing to do at
the moment. Steven closed his eyes and kissed back, parting his lips slightly
to let their breath intermingle. Connie held the kiss for a long moment before
leaning back.
“We can move to the bed if you want,” she said, looking deeply into his starry
eyes. He smiled broadly and nodded, then tucked his deflated member back into
his underwear. “You better clean up your mess first,” she teased, and he
blushed a deep strawberry red from head to toe before scampering off to find
some paper towels.
Connie stood and stretched her naked limbs. She looked at her forsaken towel
and decided to not bother wrapping up again. She took the towel and patted down
her damp crotch so that it wasn’t quite so squishy when she walked, then
carried it to the hamper in the bathroom. Better to be tidy, after all.
 
***
 
Steven finished flushing the paper towels with his spunk on them—and he had
been required to go back for more twice from the sheer quantity of it—and
trotted up the stairs to where Connie was waiting for him. He hadn’t gotten to
run around the house naked in months—not since he had started hanging out with
Connie, actually—and he had almost forgotten how good it felt.
It had always been Steven’s habit to just walk around in whatever felt coolest
on a given day, which was very frequently nothing. Some days it would just be
underwear, though he would generally remember to put on pants and a shirt
before leaving the house. After he had made friends with Connie, Pearl had
recommended that he start wearing clothes even when he was alone; that would
make it less likely that Connie would show up unexpectedly and walk in on him
when he was naked.
He hadn’t really understood why it would bother his best friend to see him
naked. After all, the Gems were his family, and they saw him naked all the
time! Still, if it made Pearl happy, Steven was happy to oblige. He was a
thoughtful and compassionate boy; giving people what they wanted and needed was
second nature to him.
Wouldn’t Pearl be surprised when she heard about this! She had been overly
sensitive, as she often was about matters of propriety. Connie hadn’t minded
him being naked at all—just the opposite. Now that he was finding out how many
fun things there were to do when you were naked, alone or with someone else,
Steven found himself wondering why the Gems and his dad had been so reluctant
to tell him about it. He was used to the Gems keeping secrets from him, and he
knew that even his dad didn’t tell him the whole story sometimes.
Maybe this time, he could be the one with a secret from them…
Steven got to the landing at the top of the stairs where his bed and stuff
were, and he was a little disappointed to see that Connie was dressed again.
She was wearing one of his shirts; it was like a dress on her because of their
different sizes, hanging to just below her taut, athletic butt. She was lying
face down on the bed, her legs kicking idly behind her. Her face was propped in
her hands as she looked at the television.
As Steven came up behind her, he could see that she was still naked under his
shirt, the curve of her buttocks making an appearance every time her legs
shifted up. They were spread just enough that Steven could see her pussy. He
felt his penis beginning to flood with hot blood again, pointing its way toward
her like a compass needle. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, and his normally cool
flesh began to heat up with a longing he had been unfamiliar with before today.
He crept up behind her, quiet as a cat, then pounced onto the bed all at once.
Connie shrieked in surprise, kicking her legs out and barely managing to miss
hitting Steven somewhere sensitive. Unaware of his danger, Steven leaped
forward, his stubby fingers seeking out Connie’s ribs with relentless
precision. Connie’s shriek of surprise turned all at once into howls of
laughter as his tickling onslaught broke down her defenses. Connie rolled back
and forth, laughing and flailing, as Steven started making ridiculous noises
along with her.
When both of them were exhausted at last, they finally trailed off into faint
giggles. Steven withdrew his hands from Connie’s side and propped himself up,
hovering over her on the bed. She had managed to roll under him, facing up into
his starry eyes, her borrowed shirt rucked up to her belly button and leaving
her completely bare below the waist. Steven was straddling her leg, his semi-
erect penis laid along her thigh. Both of them were breathing heavily from
laughing, but as they realized the position they were in, it quickly turned
into something else.
Pushed by an impulse that he barely understood, Steven leaned down and pressed
his lips to Connie’s. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, responded eagerly and hungrily. Their mouths ground together, soft
lips moving against one another. As Steven opened his mouth slightly to gasp
for breath, Connie slipped her tongue inside and twirled it against his. Steven
was briefly shocked but soon responded in kind, his tongue tentatively seeking
hers in the shared space of their breath.
After long minutes of deep-mouthed kissing, Steven had to adjust his posture.
His current position was starting to make his arms burn from the strain of
keeping himself propped up, and his hardening penis was at an awkward angle on
Connie’s leg. Sheepishly, he rolled off of Connie, breaking the kiss just long
enough to get into an easier position on his side. Connie smiled at him and sat
up to pull off his shirt, tossing it on the floor into a small pile of
identical shirts.
“I got a little cold while I was waiting for you,” she explained with a grin.
“That’s not really a problem anymore.” Steven could see her dark cheeks flushed
with heat, and she seemed to be sweating more than a little bit as well.
“Do you want to keep doing stuff?” he asked now that he was no longer caught up
in the moment.
Connie almost laughed at his earnestness, especially with his huge penis
sticking up from his belly like a flagpole. She didn’t have any doubt that he
meant it, though. If she felt any reservations at all, she only had to say
something and Steven would back off without a second thought. She knew that she
was safe with him—that he would never do anything against her wishes and that
any mistakes he made would be from ignorance and not malice.
“Gosh, yes,” she said. “There’s a lot more I want us to try. If you want to, I
mean.”
“I do!” he insisted, his voice firm with so much certainty that it sounded more
like he was responding to a marriage proposal than to a proposition. “This has
been so much fun! Way better than the stuff I come up with!”
“I don’t know about that,” Connie said with a smile. “I always have fun with
you, Steven. I’m just glad that today didn’t turn into a total disaster after
the microwave incident. And I’m glad that you want to do this stuff with me. I
was scared you might not like me that way…”
“I like you a lot, Connie,” he insisted. “You’re my best friend! And you’re my
girlfriend now, I guess?” His voice was tentative but hopeful, as though he
didn’t want to overstep himself but couldn’t help asking from sheer excitement.
“I guess I am,” she agreed.
She laid down next to him, their faces level but her feet going several inches
past his, and leaned in to kiss him again. It was gentler this time, less
hungry but just as charged with passion. They stayed like that for long
minutes, their lips grazing on one another and their hands roaming each other’s
bodies. Connie found that she especially liked holding onto Steven’s ass; it
was soft and firm at the same time, a layer of baby fat on top of strangely
powerful muscle. For his part, Steven’s hands mostly strayed up and down
Connie’s back and side, never staying in one spot too long, like butterflies
taking off and landing on flowers.
“Touch me down there,” Connie panted, pulling her mouth away from Steven’s long
enough to make it a plea. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to
her pussy, once again sopping wet from arousal.
Steven reached forward tentatively, extending a single finger to trace its way
toward her damp folds. She shuddered in delight when the tip of his finger
grazed her lower lips for the first time, then gasped when he trailed it up her
slit to the rounded bump at the top. Steven seemed fascinated by her reaction
at his light touch to her clitoris; he pressed harder against it and smiled as
she writhed in pleasure.
Connie groaned and had to bite her lip when Steven finally inserted his finger
into her canal. His digit was thicker than hers, not quite uncomfortably so. It
made her feel incredibly full, but also reaffirmed her certainty that there was
no way he was going to be able to get his penis inside her yet. He stroked
easily in and out of her, the slick wetness making it effortless but still
pleasurable.
“It feels neat,” he whispered to her before leaning in to kiss her again.
“Use your thumb on my clit at the same time,” she told him, breaking the kiss
for just a moment.
His first attempts to do as she said were awkward but not terrible. When he
finally got his timing right, however, she broke the kiss again to lean into
his neck and howl with delight. She had to take a second to reassure him that
he wasn’t hurting her before he continued, stroking and rubbing. His finger
pressed ever deeper inside her, its thickness making the walls of her vagina
expand outward with every stroke. His thumb pressed into her clitoris, each
motion sending needles of pleasure shooting out from the core of her being.
Connie groaned with pleasure, pulling back from Steven’s hungry mouth to gasp
for breath. Her hands clutched into fists as she writhed back and forth on the
bed sheets. Steven stroked faster, fascinated by the way that Connie’s tight
pussy sucked and pulled at his finger. His thumb twiddled across her clit with
each stroke, his growing confidence that he was doing well making him grow
harder as well.
As her orgasm grew closer, Connie reached up and plunged her hands into
Steven’s curly hair. She pulled his head close to her chest, more out of desire
to be close to him than anything else. Steven found himself staring right into
Connie’s tiny tits, the soft brown lumps barely standing up from her chest.
Remembering how she had seemed to enjoy playing with them earlier, he leaned up
and licked one of her nipples, eliciting a shuddering sigh from her. Emboldened
by her response, he latched his lips around the succulent morsel and began to
suckle, letting his tongue play across the hard protrusion.
Steven sucking at her tit combined with his relentless fingering sent Connie
over the edge before she realized what was happening. Her hands tightened in
Steven’s hair and her own head jerked back as her muscles stiffened. Her body
was shot through with waves of intense pleasure, searing through her like
sharp, hot bolts of lightning. Her tiny feet drummed on the bed, spasms that
left her unable to control her limbs. A hot gush of warm liquid poured over
Steven’s hand; at first he thought Connie might have peed on him, but he
decided that it must just be what happened to girls when they got the feeling
that made him shoot out his white goo.
Connie finally caught her breath and released Steven’s hair from her death
grip. She looked up at him with blurry eyes and leaned in to kiss him again.
“That was wonderful,” she told him when she broke away. “You were wonderful.”
“Aww, thanks,” he said, smiling his usual goofy smile. Anyone looking only at
Steven’s face would never believe that he still had his finger buried in his
best friend’s tight cunt. “I think I got all hard again, though.”
He looked down at his massive erection where it laid across Connie’s thigh,
slowly leaking precum out onto her sweat-slicked brown skin. Connie smiled at
him and reached down to play with the head of his cock, making his goofy smile
disappear in a grimace of need.
“I think I can do something about that,” she said. “There’s something I’ve been
dying to try out…”
 
To be continued…
***** Dessert Before Dinner *****
Chapter Summary
     Connie decides to eat her dessert before her dinner.
     STILL MORE SMUT! YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY DEEP PLOT HERE!
Steven Quartz Universe had been through many strange adventures in the year or
so that he had been living with the Crystal Gems, a group of aliens who had
been his mother’s constant companions. He had fought monsters from space,
almost drowned at the bottom of the ocean, been exiled on a tropical island,
faced a horde of animated watermelons, and repeatedly faced his own death. He
lived a magical life, one fraught with peril but full of joy and wonder.
Nothing he had ever done before prepared him for the moment that Connie
Maheswaran ran her tongue along his penis.
The two of them had been left alone for the day, more or less by accident. And
it was also more or less by accident that they had started fooling around,
leapfrogging their growing relationship from “friends” straight to “friends
with benefits.” Connie knew a lot more about the facts of life than Steven did,
and she had been happy to explain them to him—and to show him, when necessary.
Steven had just finished fingering Connie to another intense orgasm when she
suggested something new. He hadn’t really understood the appeal at first. He
could kind of understand someone touching his penis—it felt amazing!—but the
idea of touching it with their mouth… It was a little strange.
“Are you sure you want to do that, Connie?” he had asked her, a bit nervous
about the whole thing. What if he tasted weird? Or what if she bit him down
there? “I mean… I kind of pee from there.” She had giggled a bit and gripped
his hardening cock even tighter, bringing forth a groan from her new lover and
wearing down whatever small resistance he might have had to the idea. Connie
looked directly into his starry eyes, never letting go of his erect member.
“You haven’t peed lately, right?” she asked, already knowing the answer. He
nodded anyway, just to confirm it for her. “Then it’s no different than kissing
any other part of you. And I like kissing you.” To show her sincerity, she
leaned in and pressed her mouth hard against his again, thrusting her soft,
warm tongue into his mouth. Her hand kept up a steady pressure on his cock as
she passionately made out with him, stroking his girth up and down.
Steven moaned into her mouth. It felt like his body was burning up, and he was
ready to tell Connie to do anything she wanted, anything at all, as long as the
feelings she was producing would keep happening. She broke the kiss and looked
into his eyes with an intensity that Steven had gotten used to seeing when
Connie was trying to get him to read a book she really liked. It was good that
he was willing to give in; when Connie got like this, it was almost impossible
to say no to her.
Fortunately for both of them, what she wanted was something that turned out to
be great.
He nodded at her, giving her permission to go on, and she smiled broadly.
Connie kissed him again, a shorter kiss this time, before letting go of his
penis. Steven let out a small sigh of disappointment as Connie crawled down the
bed to line her face up with his crotch. She pushed his short legs apart and
scooted up on her hands and knees to get into the best position she could
manage. Her breath brushed against Steven’s smooth, hairless cock, making him
shiver with anticipation.
Finally in a comfortable position on her stomach with her long brown legs
sticking almost over the edge of the bed, she reached up again with both hands
and grabbed hold of Steven’s immense member. Neither of her hands could
completely encircle it, even though her fingers were long and thin, befitting a
violinist. Stacked one atop the other, like she was gripping a baseball bat,
the head of Steven’s cock still poked well above her hands. Once she had
gracefully gripped the shaft, she began to jack him again, slowly and
languorously, just an inch or two at a time.
It took everything Steven had to not writhe on the bed. He was doing his best
to hold still since Connie was on her belly between his spread legs; he didn’t
want to risk whacking her in the head with one of his knees. But it was
incredibly difficult. The strain of keeping his legs out while she manipulated
his hard cock was almost overwhelming. After a moment, he was able to rearrange
himself so that his feet rested next to her flanks, his knees folded out to the
side. It was more comfortable, but he still couldn’t completely relax—not that
he really wanted to.
When Connie leaned in, hesitantly extending her tongue toward the head of his
penis, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He hadn’t realized how good it could feel
to touch yourself before today, or how much better it felt to have someone else
touch you instead. At the moment her soft, wet tongue caressed the underside of
his cock, he suddenly realized that he had known nothing at all. The powerful
surge that pulsed through his body almost made him come on the spot. He felt
his balls tighten and his cock twitch with the force of the feeling.
Steven realized that he was moaning aloud, and when he was finally able to open
his eyes and look at Connie, she was looking back at him. Their eyes locked
across the top of his penis. Without blinking or looking away, she slid her
tongue up his length. When she got to the top, she parted her lips and slipped
the very tip into her mouth, sucking on it like a straw. Steven couldn’t avoid
his head jerking back, clenching his eyes tight at the intensity of the
feelings she was inducing in him. He felt like his penis was on fire, but with
pleasure instead of pain.
One of Connie’s hands left his cocks and trailed down to cup at his smooth,
hairless balls. The sensation was almost ticklish as she gently cradled them in
one hand, playing with them lightly as her other hand stroked him up and down.
Steven had a brief moment of clarity where he wondered how she could keep up
with so many things at once; it seemed almost like trying to pat your head and
rub your stomach at the same time, and he had never really gotten the hang of
that. Then he was submerged again under rolling waves of sensation, all thought
blasted away by the gut-tightening feelings pulsing up from where Connie was
doing her work.
Connie had barely done anything at all to him, really, but as soon as he felt
her tongue tease him, he knew the fight was already over. Between her slow
strokes on the length of his penis and the warm wetness of her mouth encircling
the head of his cock, he was done for. Connie’s tongue slipped forward to snake
around his cockhead, twirling it like an ice cream cone. Unable to resist any
longer or to even warn Connie about what was about to happen, Steven’s hands
shot forward and gripped in her long hair as he came.
He felt Connie moan in surprise around a mouthful of cock as his pulsing organ
shot stream after stream of thick cum into her mouth. He managed to open his
eyes and look down at his lover as her hands tightened around his shaft. He saw
Connie’s eyes open wide and her expression caught somewhere between shock and
lust as she desperately struggled to keep up with his cum blasting down her
throat. She finally had to give up, pushing herself up off Steven’s cock and
coughing wetly, cum running down her chin and back onto Steven’s crotch.
Steven forced himself to let go of Connie’s hair, allowing her just enough room
to lean away and take his next shot of semen right in the face as she struggled
to get a breath. Ropy strands splattered onto her cheeks and mouth, making her
face a mess of white cream mixing with her sweat and saliva. Connie gasped for
air and wound up getting another mouthful of cum instead. Rather than spitting
it out as Steven thought she might, she instead made a purring, satisfied noise
and swallowed hungrily.
As the last streamers of cum ran free from Steven’s deflating penis, he began
to worry that Connie might be angry at him. His worries were dispelled
immediately when she leaned back in to begin licking and sucking along his
wilting cock, gathering up every trace of cum she could find and drinking it
noisily. Even though he had just come suddenly and powerfully, Steven felt
another stir in his lower regions as his penis began to reverse course. Before
he could get to full hardness again, though, Connie let go of him, rising up to
her knees and sitting back on her haunches.
He groaned in disappointment as the brown-skinned girl leaned back to begin
fingering herself lightly with one hand. The other scooped his cum from her
cheeks, bringing it to her waiting tongue as she sucked the fingers clean.
Connie’s eyes were open but seeing nothing, staring vaguely into the distance
as she massaged her dripping pussy. Her athletic legs opened and closed beneath
her as she stroked up to her clit. Steven saw her shudder briefly, and then she
dropped both hands back to the bed.
Connie crawled toward him on her hands and knees, her long, dark hair cascading
around her face and shoulders. To Steven, she looked like a stalking jungle cat
seeking out its next meal. Her face was still streaky with his semen and her
eyes were locked to his. He felt very much like a piece of meat on a platter in
front of a hungry animal.
“Next time,” she said as her face dropped down next to his, “a little warning
would be nice.” She smiled and kissed him quickly, a darting butterfly kiss
that smeared Steven’s own juices on his mouth. He couldn’t help but smile back
at her, seeing how happy she looked.
“Sorry, Connie,” he said sheepishly. “I didn’t know I was going to come until I
did it.”
“Apology accepted,” she said, so primly that he couldn’t help but laugh. Soon
enough, she was laughing too and the two of them were holding each other, naked
and slick with sweat, as they laughed at a joke only the two of them really
understood.
Steven’s hand brushed against Connie’s tiny breast once they were reduced to
merely giggling, and her slight exhalation of excitement made him feel like his
penis might yet come back to life for another round. Was there any end to how
many times they could do this? And if there wasn’t, then why wasn’t everyone
doing this all the time? At least when they weren’t at their jobs or eating
food, he supposed.
The idea of food made Steven realize how hungry he was, and his tongue flicked
out to lick at his damp lips before he realized what he was doing. The taste of
his own semen filled his mouth, a slightly sweet-and-salty flavor with a slimy
consistency. It didn’t taste bad at all. As he smacked his lips, he realized
there was a vaguely fruity aftertaste to it as well; no wonder Connie liked it.
Steven wondered if every boy’s semen tasted so good, and if girls tasted good
when their pussies got wet. He figured that he would have plenty of time to
find out later on, but for now a different kind of hunger was calling to him.
“Want to order a pizza?” he asked Connie as she sank down to cuddle up next to
him again.
“Do we have to put on clothes?” she responded without opening her eyes.
“Probably,” Steven told her, not without a little regret. “The last time I
ordered a pizza and forgot to put on clothes before it got here, Jenny forgot
to take my money. She just looked at me and got all embarrassed before she
dropped the pizza and ran off. I felt so bad about it that I took in the money
for the pizza to the shop the next day, but she wouldn’t even look at me for
like a whole week.”
Connie giggled at the thought. “Fine, fine,” she agreed. “You call in to make
the order, and I’ll get dressed once you’re off the phone.”
Steven kissed her lightly on the cheek and ran his hand down her flank,
eliciting a soft sigh from the sleepy girl, before hopping off the bed to grab
a towel. By the time he was finished cleaning off and dressing himself, he
could hear soft snores coming from behind him. Smiling to himself, he walked
around to the other side of the bed and covered Connie up, kissing her on the
forehead as he walked away.
He figured he would just let her sleep until the food was here; he would just
have to make sure to not let the delivery person in. Sometimes if Sour Cream
and Buck were doing deliveries with Jenny, the three of them would come in and
hang out for a while, just talking and eating pizza with him, but he didn’t
want to risk anyone finding out about him and Connie just yet. Steven thought
the Cool Kids might be… well, cool… about it, but Jenny was particularly bad at
keeping secrets, and he knew that most adults wouldn’t be as cool—especially if
word got back to Dr. and Mr. Maheswaran somehow.
No, it was just best to keep things a secret for the time being. He didn’t much
like keeping secrets, even if he knew that other people kept a lot of them from
him, but he would do it if he had to. He wouldn’t risk losing what he and
Connie had now just because other people thought they were too young or it was
improper or whatever other excuses people used to not let others do the things
they wanted to do themselves.
But all of that could wait for later. For now, he had a pizza to order.
 
To be continued…
***** Chapter 4: Opportunities *****
Chapter Summary
     Connie and Steven get more time alone together--but they're not
     really alone. One of the Crystal Gems catches them in the act and
     devises her own plans to get in on the fun.
“Oh, Connie,” Steven moaned as the brown-skinned girl licked his penis from
base to tip, one long, thin hand working his balls softly. She smiled up at him
and took the tip between her lips, sucking the head hard enough that her cheeks
sank in. He groaned again and wrapped his fingers in her hair, taking care to
not pull too hard. The last time she had done this to him, he had gotten too
enthusiastic and nearly choked her with his overly large cock.
She settled down lower on the bed, spreading her knees so that she had easier
access to her pussy with her free hand. She fingered herself quickly, more for
the brief burst of pleasure than to seek her own orgasm just yet. Her fingers
pushed up inside her sodden pussy, and she had to take care to not bite down on
Steven’s penis when she gasped for breath from the feelings.
Steven stood over her, his penis level with her mouth and using the top of her
head to keep his balance as he shifted back and forth on the soft bed. Connie
brought her hand up from between her legs and wrapped the moisture-slicked
digits around the base of Steven’s shaft. She stroked up and down while sucking
the tip, working her tongue around the sensitive head. She still couldn’t get
all of Steven’s cock into her mouth, barring the time she had accidentally
deep-throated him when he got too worked up, but what would fit in comfortably
was given quite the workout.
Steven moaned more deeply as Connie’s pace quickened, her hand jacking him
while she brought her mouth down deeper and deeper onto his rigid penis. She
managed to get about half of his length into her mouth before the tip started
touching the back of her throat, then she slid back off, letting enough of him
out of her mouth to get a quick breath before letting him invade her again.
Back and forth she went, sucking and licking, in and out. The whole time, she
never slackened the pace with her hands, rubbing his balls and stroking the
base without slowing.
“Connie, I think it’s happening!” he cried, and she could feel his ball sack
tensing on her palm as his orgasm hit. Connie quickly pulled his cock almost
all the way out of her mouth, keeping only the head inside. Her drool spilled
out around the head of his penis and across her hand, slickening it further as
she jacked him off. She needed to make room for his massive load of cum, and
she intended to not spill a drop this time if she could help it.
She didn’t have to wait long. Steven’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling
almost painfully, as his cock began to convulse. The first blast of semen hit
her on the tongue and splashed the inside of her mouth. She moaned around his
shaft at the sensation and the taste. Steven’s cum had a faintly sweet taste to
it, like salted candy, and the thickness was like warm custard. Connie thought
it was delicious. She let go of his member and brought her hands around his
waist to clutch at his soft ass, holding him in place as shot after shot of
semen poured out of him and into her waiting mouth.
Finally, feeling his legs beginning to shake under her grasp, she let go of
him. Steven gasped for air and let go of her hair, stepping away from her and
pulling his deflating cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. The last
strands of his thick, white jizz left a smear on Connie’s lips as he slid free,
and she swallowed rapidly, not wanting to let a single drop of his tasty cum go
to waste. She licked her lips for the last drops of it, then scooped up what
little had splashed onto her chin and sucked her fingers clean.
“That was awesome!” Steven exclaimed as he collapsed onto the bed, his sweaty
hair hanging in his eyes. He held his fists up in a triumphant gesture that
Connie knew all too well, and she giggled a little at the sight. “I’m so glad
the Gems were out today!”
“Me too,” she said, crawling up the length of his body to curl up against him.
She enjoyed the softness of his body, such a contrast from her own lanky frame.
She lowered one hand to his smooth crotch, toying with his softening penis and
eliciting a noise somewhere between a giggle and a groan from him.
Since their first time trying out sex stuff, they hadn’t had a free moment
alone together with Steven’s guardians out of the house. Lately, they had been
taking him on more missions, which was good for Steven’s confidence but
terrible for their sex life. Not that they had really had sex yet, technically
speaking. Connie was still convinced that trying to fit Steven’s immense member
in her vagina would split her in half, but in the meantime they could have fun
in other ways.
“Not done yet, are we?” she asked, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on
the lips. Her pussy ached with need now that she had finished him off. She was
almost always horny anymore, but it seemed that drinking Steven’s cum made her
even more so. “What about me?”
“I just need a second to rest,” he replied before slipping his tongue across
her lips then licking her nose playfully. “You kind of wore me out.”
“Awww,” she mock-complained. Her hand began to stroke him in earnest now, and
she was gratified to find him already stiffening again under her ministrations.
Steven might look soft and pudgy, but his training with the Crystal Gems had
given him frankly amazing endurance and recovery time. “This guy seems to think
you’re not that tired.”
“I dunno…” he said in a light voice, turning his head to look off into space.
She realized that he was teasing her from the small smile he was struggling to
keep off his face, and she started stroking him fast and hard in retaliation.
Steven sighed deeply from the pleasure as his cock surged back to full
hardness, the six inches of it looking simply enormous on his short, wide
frame. Connie could barely fit her hand all the way around it at its hardest.
“Do you still not know?” she teased back, watching as he writhed back and
forth. She sat up to get a better angle before resuming her attack. She pumped
his hardening dick even faster and tightened her grip in a way that she knew
drove him crazy. “How about now?”
“Okay! Okay!” he finally relented, gasping for breath as she slowed down. “Do
you want me to lick you?”
“I was thinking we could try something different this time,” she said. Connie
let go of his cock and crawled up his body before throwing one long, athletic
leg over his waist. She put her hands on his chest, toying with his boyish
nipples before lowering herself onto him. She lined her pussy up against his
cock, flattening his organ so that the tip was pointing straight back toward
his gem.
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex yet,” he said, his face becoming
serious. “I don’t want you to rush into anything or hurt yourself…”
“Hush,” she commanded. “I’m not putting you inside me—not yet anyway.” She was
touched by his concern for her, but an animal hunger had started in her now.
All Connie cared about at the moment was feeding the beast that had awakened
inside her.
Connie pushed down, letting her knees take her weight as she began to grind
back and forth, rubbing her wet pussy up and down Steven’s hard shaft. She
moaned along with him this time, the delicious friction causing waves of
pleasure to radiate up through her body. She was already turned on from sucking
him off, so she knew that she wouldn’t last very long. She didn’t want to
last—she just wanted to come, and to come hard.
She looked down at Steven, then grabbed his flailing hands and guided them up
to her tiny tits. He cupped the small mounds, playing with her nipples between
thumb and forefinger. His face was a grimace of concentration as he struggled
not to come again from the intense feelings Connie’s grinding was inspiring in
him. Precum leaked out of the tip of his cock, pooling in sticky strands just
below the gem he had where a normal human’s belly button would be.
“Pinch them,” she moaned, clutching his wrists in a vise grip. He did as she
commanded, lightly at first and then harder as her sighs of pleasure
intensified. He rolled the hard, pebble-like protrusions between his fingers,
pulling at them and squeezing sharply in a rhythm that pushed her to the edge.
Her cunt was almost vibrating from the intensity of the pleasure, and her legs
were already beginning to shake. “Oh, god… Steven, I love you!” she cried out.
“I love you too, Connie!” he grunted, lifting his hips up to press the
underside of his straining cock tighter against her slick pussy. “I love you so
much!”
At his protestation of love, Connie felt the incredible tightness in her lower
body come to a head—and then snap all at once. Her eyes rolled back in her head
as the world went white from sheer pleasure. She felt her toes curling, and her
hands gripped around Steven’s wrists so tightly that she faintly worried that
she might leave bruises. The concern was stripped away as fast as it arrived,
though, torn from her in a rolling wave of bliss that peaked and dropped and
peaked again, like the ocean in a high storm.
Finally, after what felt like a solid minute of orgasms, she started to relax,
letting her body settle down on Steven again and releasing his wrists from her
death grip. She stayed on her knees, leaning forward to kiss him hungrily.
Steven’s hands, so recently freed from imprisonment, snaked around her waist to
cup at her ass. He played with the taut muscles he found there, fingers roaming
across her sweat-slicked skin.
“Thank you,” Connie whispered primly into his ear. As her breath stirred his
lobe, she felt his cock—still hard as diamond—twitch against her tingling
pussy. “Seems like you need to get finished off again, though.”
“Just hold still,” he whispered back.
He moved his hands down Connie’s buttocks, cupping her thighs and gently
lifting her as he sat up. She marveled at his incredible strength; she seemed
to weigh nothing at all to him. Connie extended her long legs, her knees
popping after putting them through so much strain, so that the two of them were
sitting face-to-face, Steven’s hard cock trapped between their bellies. She
wrapped her legs around his back and laid her hands on his shoulders for
balance.
Steven leaned in and locked his lips to Connie’s, their open mouths letting
their tongues play freely. He lifted Connie again with seemingly no effort,
then let her slide back down, using her still-wet pussy to masturbate himself.
He lifted and lowered her time after time, his stiff prick stroking against her
clit with each motion. Connie felt herself building toward another powerful
orgasm at Steven’s hands. Her excitement and pleasure grew with each rapid rise
and fall, until she finally threw back her head and screamed aloud as her
orgasm struck her.
Steven closed his eyes and leaned his head forward to suckle at Connie’s tiny
breast, then moaned against her tit as his own orgasm came on. Hot, sticky cum
spurted up between the two of them, splashing both of their bellies with white
cream. The spray was hard enough that it painted Steven all the way up to his
chest, with a little even sticking to his chin. He grunted and groaned as the
flow gradually turned into a trickle and stopped.
Finally satisfied, the two of them rolled apart, settling back onto the bed
side by side. Connie tucked her cheek next to his and licked a few drops of his
cum off of his chin, humming to herself with enjoyment at the pleasant taste.
Steven wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Both of them
were exhausted, languorously half-dozing as the aftershocks of their orgasms
slowly faded.
“How much longer do we have until the Gems get back from their mission?” Connie
asked through half-lidded eyes.
“They probably won’t be back until tomorrow,” he said without opening his eyes.
“You’ll have to go home long before they come back.”
“Yeah,” she said with a little sadness. The circumstances that led her to
sleeping over the first time they fooled around weren’t likely to be repeated
this time. Everything else being equal, she would have to let Steven’s dad
drive her home in a few more hours, but that was probably enough time to take a
nap, grab a bath, and maybe let Steven lick her pussy one more time before she
left. After all, who knew how long it would be before they could do this sort
of thing again? Best to seize the opportunity when possible.
Before she could ask to make sure that he had set his phone alarm, Connie found
herself drifting off to sleep in Steven’s arms. The two of them laid there,
naked and uncovered, still sticky with sweat and their own juices, as they both
fell asleep.
***
Neither of them had seen their watcher.
Connie and Steven had been so enthralled with their sexual explorations that
neither of them had heard the warp pad activate, nor had they seen Pearl
arriving alone. Pearl had meant to say something when she came back
early—something about how she was only back for a few minutes and had to head
right back out on mission and no, she certainly wasn’t checking up on Steven
and Connie—but seeing the two naked pre-teens writhing together on the bed had
shocked her into silence. As Connie and Steven’s sex-play continued, Pearl had
quickly hidden herself around the corner of the doorway that led to the warp
pad, not wanting to embarrass them by intruding.
She hadn’t intended to keep watching them as they ground their sweaty bodies
together. After all, it was just primate mating rituals—unexpected, but hardly
surprising when she stopped to think about it. Steven was half-human, and
Connie was his best friend. The two of them were both at the age humans started
becoming interested in the reproductive process, and they spent a lot of time
together. It was only natural that they would do these sort of explorations
together.
Pearl made a mental note to ask Garnet about some of the specifics; she knew
that procreation sometimes resulted from these rituals, and she was entirely
certain that neither Steven nor Connie were prepared to deal with the
consequences of an offspring at their ages. She remembered Rose mentioning that
the male had to insert something into the female for actual reproduction to
happen, but she hadn’t been paying close attention to the details at the time.
Was it the penis? Or was a tongue enough? Procreation worked very differently
for Gems, so the exact details hadn’t mattered much to her.
Rose Quartz had taken many human lovers over the centuries, and Pearl hadn’t
cared much for any of them. Oh, she had slept with a few of them, of course.
Anything that made Rose happy was something that Pearl was excited to do, even
if it involved being groped and prodded by a primate, but she had never
experienced the same level of pleasure at the activities that Rose clearly
felt. Pearl had only ever had eyes for Rose Quartz, and true pleasure only came
from being fused with her as Rainbow Quartz.
Pearl hadn’t cared for Rose’s lovers but she had never resented any of the
humans that Rose had “played” with, up until Greg Universe. She could tell that
there was something different about the long-haired wanderer, and it was
something that had always put her hackles up. It wasn’t his enormous penis
either, easily the largest that she had ever seen on a human in several
thousand years of exile on Earth. No, it was the sense that Rose actually loved
him, rather than just being amused by him.
Time had proven that to be true, and eventually Rose stopped fusing with
others. She had even stopped inviting Pearl and Amethyst into her bed for
“human-style” playing, and Pearl had found it lonelier than she could have
expected. Even if it meant taking Greg Universe’s massive human penis into her
body again, she would have gladly done it for the chance to fuse with Rose one
more time, or even just to hold her again, skin to skin.
As Connie and Steven moaned with their own pleasure, Pearl’s hand slowly traced
its way down her belly to the fork of her tight shorts. She traced her fingers
lightly over her crotch, trying hard to not move too quickly lest the two
youngsters notice her. Finally deciding that if they hadn’t noticed the warp
pad come on, they wouldn’t notice some movement in the shadows, Pearl threw
caution to the wind and gave up on all pretense. She pulled open the waist of
her shorts with one hand, then thrust the other down to her pussy, fingering
herself with abandon.
Pearl’s body might be an illusion of light created by her gem, but the intense
pleasure felt real enough. The bodies that their gems created were biological
enough to be able to eat, to sleep—to fuck, if they wanted. Though most Gems
didn’t bother creating biological additions like sexual organs when forming
bodies, Rose’s adoption of humanity millennia ago had gradually become normal
for her Crystal Gems as well. Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl might be the last of
the Crystal Gems, but they still kept up the exterior physical pretense of
being as human as possible, sex organs and all.
Pearl clamped her free hand over her mouth and squatted down, leaning against
the door frame while her long, cool fingers worked in and out of her moistening
vagina. Her thumb twiddled at her erect clitoris, sending sparks of sharp
pleasure through her lower body. Even her gem seemed to hum with the sensation.
She hadn’t touched herself like this in years, not since the last time she and
Rose had “played” together. She remembered Rose’s soft fingers stroking into
her as their gems resonated together…
And all at once, she had to bite down on the webbing of her hand to keep from
screaming aloud as the unexpected orgasm hit her like a falling meteor. She
rocked back and forth on her heels, plunging her fingers deep inside her and
holding them there, wishing they were Rose’s and moaning softly around the cool
flesh of her other hand. As it was, she was still so noisy that she thought
Steven and Connie might have heard her if Connie hadn’t started screaming at
almost the same time.
As Steven and Connie’s screams and moans died down to satisfied sighs, Pearl
slowly released her hand from between her teeth, looking down at the
impressions she had made in the pale skin. She pulled her other hand out of her
shorts, breathing in the musky scent of her own juices as she held her fingers
under her long, pointy nose. The warmth of the orgasm was quickly dying away,
leaving only the hollow loneliness she had felt ever since the day Rose Quartz
had given up her physical form. The idea that she would never again fuse with
the person she loved most was unbearable…
Pearl sat up, her eyes widening as an idea struck her. Steven wasn’t Rose, but
he had Rose’s gem. He was clearly able to fuse, and he had just as obviously
begun exploring his human sexuality too. Steven loved Connie—Pearl couldn’t
argue that, as much as she might like to—but would he be averse to having
multiple partners? Steven had proclaimed how much he loved the Gems before,
especially Pearl herself, but was it just familial love or something more?
Could it become more?
Pearl knew that many human cultures throughout history had practiced polyamory,
and that even self-proclaimed monogamous cultures were rarely as devoted as
they seemed. Steven hadn’t been raised with any particular preconceived notions
about monogamy, only what he might have picked up from television and Greg—and
Greg certainly hadn’t turned away Amethyst when she had still wanted “play
time” with him after he married Rose.
It was only Rose who had seemed uninterested in multiple partners after her
relationship with Greg had gotten serious; she had never seemed to resent him
sleeping with other women, even other Gems, but she had stopped indulging
herself in the same manner. Pearl’s not-infrequent hints about wanting to
“play” with Rose again had resulted only in oh-so-gentle disappointment.
To Pearl, Steven had always seemed like a combination of his parents’ best
traits. He had Rose’s boundless compassion, sweet disposition, and gem powers,
paired with Greg’s humble wisdom, earnest nature, and goofy charm. Would he be
a combination of their attitudes to sex as well? Could he fuse with a Gem at
all, or just with another human? There were so many questions they didn’t know
the answers to.
Even with her recent boost in confidence, Pearl felt lonely a lot of the time.
Was it wrong to want someone to help ease that loneliness? Pearl didn’t think
so, at least as long as she was honest about it. Garnet had been angry about
deceiving her to create Sardonyx—and rightfully so, Pearl had realized not long
afterwards. That breach of trust was just one more thing in a long line of
things to be ashamed of, she supposed, but she had done her best to be better
than that since then.
Pearl had always known that she would have to let Steven go someday. But, she
mused, part of letting go meant treating him as an equal—and an equal was
someone she could fuse with, in the human way or the Gem way. Would he want to?
She supposed that there was really only one way to find out.
As Steven and Connie drifted off to sleep, Pearl stood up and crept to the
bathroom to clean off her hands and allow her gem to use its power to clean her
clothing as well. She couldn’t go back on mission with the smell of
masturbation clinging to her. Beyond it being unseemly, Amethyst had a nose
like a bloodhound and would never let Pearl hear the end of it. As she cleaned
up, she started thinking about how to approach Steven about the possibilities.
Perhaps the best way was through Connie—after all, she couldn’t imagine Steven
saying no to both of them.
Maybe there was some potential for “training” there too. So many opportunities
lay ahead…
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