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Dima heard a knock at the door. Then another knock came. After a few moments, he received a text from Anya: It was then he went to open the door for Anya.
"Didn't you hear me knock?" Anya exclaimed.
"I didn't know who it was" Dima replied.
"Who else could it be?" Anya demanded.
"It could've been a containment team" Dima stated.
"Oh, right.." Anya sighed, "Anyways, where's Olya?".
"Unsure" Dima said, "She just headed out an hour ago".
"Ah.." Anya sighed, "Wait, does that mean we're on our own?".
"Seems like that" Dima replied.
"That's great.." Anya smiled. She cast off her hoodie and lay herself on Dima's bed. "So, what'ya want to do?" she asked.
"Hang out?".
"Nothing else?" Anya said, displaying herself.
"I feel like you have an idea" Dima commented.
"Perhaps we could, y'know.. make some peaches and cream?".
"You want to make some dessert?".
"No" Anya said, "I meant in the sense of.. exchanging flesh".
Dima raised an eyebrow in puzzlement.
"I want to have sex!".
"I don't know what that means" Dima replied.
"Y'know sex!" Anya cried, "Like, two people coming together for pleasure?".
"Oh, you mean sexual intercourse?" Dima said, "I love doing that. Let's do some".
"Great!". The two teens quickly disrobed and readied themselves. Though when Dima saw Anya's crotch, a flash of concern crossed his face.
"Anya, are you.. a girl?".
Anya halted in confusion. "Y-yeah? Course I'm a girl?".
"Eww! What?" Dima cried, "But.. How?".
"How what?".
"You said you like- Did you think I was a girl?".
"..No" Anya said, "I like boys".
"But you said you're a girl?".
"Yeah? I'm a girl who likes boys".
Dima just stared at her. "..So it's like a mutation?" he finally asked, "Something happened in your brain to make you like boys instead of girls?".
"No? Every girl likes boys" Anya asserted, "Well, most do- But that's not the point. Girls like boys and boys like girls: That's how it works out here".
Dima sat there, his mind racing at the revelation.
"I'm sorry.." Anya offered, "I would've told you before, but- I mean, how did you not realize I was a girl?".
"You're always wearing clothing".
"But like- I do look like a girl, right?".
"True, but a lot of boys look rather feminine" Dima said, "Like my ex-boyfriend".
"But I look more girly, right?" Anya said, "Plus I use female pronouns, y'know?".
"Female pronouns?".
"Y'know, like 'she' or 'her' or.. y'know!".
"Boys use those pronouns too" Dima countered, "I used them exclusively when I was 13 years".
Anya paused. "You need to learn some things about gender and shit. Grab that laptop".
"I could look up some things about sex" Dima suggested, "So you won't have to instruct me in everything".
"Oh, um.. I'm a virgin".
"Virgin?".
"I've never had sex..".
Dima stared perplexed. "How?".
"Huh?".
"How can someone as fun, attractive, and charming as you not have had as much intercourse as you ever wanted?".
Anya blushed at his compliments. "Thanks..".
"..Do you want to answer my question?".
"Oh right.." Anya said, "It's just.. boys think I'm.. weird".
"Weird? Do other boys want boring girls?".
"Seems like it".
"Oh..".
"It's fine, I've got you now" Anya said, "Anyways, you still need to work out how gender works".
"Could we postpone that until after intercourse?".
"..OK".
Dima popped out of the bedroom and returned with the required items. One such item caught Anya's eye. "So, uh.. What'ya planning with that duct-tape?".
"I couldn't find any suitable rope".
"R-rope?".
"You know, to stabilize your limbs so you can't..". Dima trailed off when he saw Anya quaking like a leaf. "Are you OK?".
"..Do- Do you have to.. tie me up?".
"I suppose not".
"Then get rid of that fucking tape!".
"Oh..". Dima hurriedly returned the tape to the drawer and came back to sit by her on the bed.
"..Has anyone ever.. hurt you while you were restrained".
"The fuck?".
"Like, have you ever been restrained and beaten up or forced t-".
"N-no? Why- why are you asking me?".
"Well, it's weird how you freaked out about being restrained.." Dima explained, "I assumed you had some trauma about it".
Anya glared in confusion. "..You thought I was traumatized by- I've never even been tied up before! The only reason I didn't want to be trussed up and used as a lovedoll is because I'm a normal fucking person!".
"..You've never been restrained?" Dima asked, "What about at that school?".
"No? Why would they- Wait.. Did they- at that facility, did they.. tie you up a lot?".
"The facility staff mainly used stuff handcuffs and chains" Dima responded coolly, "Rope restraints were generally between friends".
"F-friends?" Anya cried, "Your friends tied you up?".
"Why is that a bad thing?" Dima asked, "It was just for fun. I found it comfortable as well".
"..So they didn't.. force anything on you?".
"If they tried something like that I would've destroyed the rope and tossed them into the ceiling".
"..How do I keep forgetting you have telekinesis?".
"Probably because I rarely ever use it".
Anya smiled. "It's good you weren't getting.. y'know.. Anyways, d'you still want to take my virginity?".
"I still want to have intercourse with you".
"Yeah!".
They continued to ready themselves until Dima removed his underwear.
"Um.. What's that?". Anya pointed at his crotch.
"You mean my penes?".
"It should be penis" Anya said, "As in, only one".
"A lot of boys have two penes" Dima replied.
"No they don't" Anya declared, "Two dicks is the type of crap you see in that smut my bro's girlfriend reads".
"Smut?".
"Y'know, like porn? Erotica?".
"There's erotica about dual penes?". Dima sprang for the laptop.
"Hey! Aren't we supposed to be having sex?".
"We can do that while reading erotica".
Anya began to tear up. "Do- Do you find me attractive?".
"Of course".
"Do you want to- to screw other girls?".
"You mean intercourse?" Dima said, "Not particularly, no".
"..Do you really want to do it with me?".
Dima closed the laptop. "Is something wrong?".
"Yeah!" Anya cried, "You want to read smut while we fuck!".
"Oh.. I didn't think you would mind".
"Well I do!".
"I didn't realize.. Sorry" Dima said, "I won't try and read or anything while we're having intercourse. So, le-"
"I'm not really in the mood any more".
"Oh, OK" Dima said, "What would you rather do?".
"Movie?".
And so they watched a movie.
After the movie, Anya had an idea. "Olya's still not back.." she commented, "We could probably have sex now".
"Do you want to.. have sex?".
"..Uh, yeah".
The pair disrobed for the second time that day and readied themselves. Anya laid herself back on the bed and spread her legs.
"Flip over" Dima instructed.
"Okay.." Anya said, uncertainly complying.
"Now lubricate your thighs".
"My thighs?".
"Yes".
Anya stared at him. "Excuse me, what? Do you want to screw my fucking thigh?".
"Well, you don't have a penis..".
"I have a vagina!" Anya cried, "Screw that!".
Dima's face contorted in disgust. "You want me to- to penetrate.. Why would you want that?".
"That's- that's what sex is?" Anya said, more confused than upset.
"What? That can't be right. How ca-". Dima froze. "Wait, wait.. Is- is this why humans are so shy about intercourse? Because you think it's all about forcing penes in dirty orifices?".
"That.. kinda makes sense in a weird way" Anya said, "But still, don't talk about thigh shit in public".
"I won't".
"Great" Anya said, "Still want to screw?".
"I.. don't feel comfortable penetrating you. I'll touch it, but.. nothing else".
"But it's not really sex then, is it?".
"Why not?".
"I don't know" Anya said, "It just isn't".
"We can still do it anyway, though? Please?".
"I mean.. Does it really feel good?".
"If I touch your vagina right.. probably, yes".
"OK..". She lubed up the required areas and positioned herself.
"May I examine your genitals?" Dima asked, "I haven't had any experience with.. those".
"Oh, right". Anya turned to show her pudendum.
"So this is your clitoris?" Dima said, pointing at said knob, "I believe that is for pleasure?".
"Yep!".
"Good..". They continued discussing her genitals, and also his dual organs, until they both felt informed enough for their union. Right as Dima was about to slide it in, they heard the front door unlatch.
"Shit!" Anya hissed, "Olya's back".
"Seems like it" Dima commented, continuing his approach.
"Hey! We can't screw now! Olya will hear us".
"..So?".
"What d'you mean 'So'?" Anya demanded, "D'you want her to hear you pounding my thighs?".
"I'm not exactly sure why I should care".
"Because it's gross!" Anya cried, "She doesn't want to hear that!".
"Oh.." Dima said, "..So no sex, then?".
"..I am pretty good at keeping quiet.." Anya replied, "..Let's do it".
That was when Anya lost her virginity.