A Perfect First Time

A Perfect First Time ~ by DarkTalons

The top floor of the house was Ethan’s kingdom, a sweet little setup his dad had handed over when he turned 18 a few months back. Big house, rich neighborhood, but up here it was just him—his bedroom with a messy queen bed, a bathroom with a shower he barely kept clean, and a chill hangout room with a beat-up couch, a TV, and a mini fridge stocked with sodas. His dad was downstairs, probably buried in work or passed out with a whiskey, so the top floor was a fortress of privacy. Perfect for tonight, when Sophie—his best friend since middle school—was sprawled on the couch next to him, her legs tucked under her, flipping through streaming options like it mattered.

Sophie had just turned 18 a couple days ago, and she was glowing with that post-birthday high. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face, and her hazel eyes sparkled every time she laughed at one of his dumb jokes. But Ethan’s attention kept slipping somewhere else—her hands. For her birthday, she’d gotten her nails done for the first time, and fuck, they were killing him. Not crazy long, just a half-centimeter past her fingertips, almond-shaped, painted a glossy deep red that caught the TV’s flicker. She waved them around as she talked, oblivious to the way his jeans were getting tighter every time those tips flashed.

He’d never told her—or anyone—about his thing for nails. Didn’t even know why it hit him so hard. Something about the way they looked—sleek, sharp, sexy—made his cock twitch like nothing else. Lately, he’d been fantasizing nonstop: those long, polished claws stroking him, scraping his skin, driving him fucking wild. And now here she was, waving them in his face, totally clueless. He shifted on the couch, tugging his hoodie down to hide the growing bulge, pretending to care about whatever movie she was picking.

Sophie, though, had her own secret simmering. She’d been crushing on Ethan for years—those soft brown eyes, the messy hair he never brushed, the way he grinned like he knew something she didn’t. She’d never had a boyfriend, never even kissed anyone, but she’d spent way too many nights imagining him being her first. His room felt like the perfect place—safe, private, theirs. Tonight, with her new nails making her feel bold, she was ready to nudge things past “just friends.” The movie? Some random horror flick. Didn’t matter. It was just noise.

“Alright, this one,” she said, clicking play, settling back with a smirk. Her hand brushed his arm as she reached for a soda, those red nails grazing his skin, and Ethan’s breath hitched. She didn’t notice—or maybe she did, because her eyes flicked to his, lingering a second too long.

Halfway through the movie, the tension was choking him. She’d shifted closer, her knee against his thigh, her fingers tapping the couch armrest—tap, tap, tap, those nails glinting. His cock was rock-hard now, straining against his boxers, and he couldn’t fucking focus. “You okay?” she asked, voice soft, catching him staring at her hand.

“Uh—yeah,” he lied, voice rough. “Just… your nails. They’re, uh, cool.