2.3: It Doesn’t Matter

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“MJ, are you awake?” Annika whispered. After the quads went to bed that night, she waited until she heard even breathing from her sisters.

Annika wasn’t especially close with any of her sisters. Since they’d all become teens, they had different interests. And sometimes, quite frankly, Annika thought they were pretty boring. Ashlyn was a bit of a loner. Lakelyn had gotten a boyfriend that she spent all her time with. And Mary Jane was always with her boyfriend, too. But she knew Mary Jane was doing it with Chaz, and tonight she had some questions.

Mary Jane mumbled, clearly mostly asleep. Annika shook her shoulder.

“What is it it Annie?” Mary Jane grumped. “I’m trying to sleep here, y’know.”

“I know. Sorry. Hey listen. You’ve been doing it with Chaz, right?”

“Doing what?”

“Fucking him.”


Mary Jane was silent for several moments, and Annika thought she’d gone back to sleep. Reaching over, she shook her sister’s shoulder again. Mary Jane roughly shoved her arm away.

“Oh stop. I’m awake.”

“So are you fucking him or not?”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘fucking’, that’s crass.”

“Whatever. I know you did it with him.”

“So? I love him. We make love.”

Annika snorted at the term. “But you bled the first time. I saw it on your legs when you came home that night. Does it hurt?”

“Only the first time, and only for a few minutes, if you relax. Why?”


“Only for a few minutes. You’re sure?”

“Mhm.” Mary Jane sighed. “I love him so much.”

Annika rolled her eyes to the dark ceiling. She didn’t care about MJ’s love life, she just wanted to know what sex was like.

Sensing her sister’s thoughts, Mary Jane spoke again. “You’ll be sore the next day…but it’s a good sore, like you exercised too much.” She propped her head on her hand, dreamily. “I loved it. Secretly, it made me feel sexy, like a woman, and knowing that it was him that made me feel that way…” She sighed, sitting up. “Are you going to do it with Abel? I still think he’s nasty, I don’t know why you like him.”

“He’s not nasty. He does what he wants. And I do what I want. Big deal. I’m going to do it with Jessie tomorrow.”

“Jessie! So you’re finally wising up and dumping Abel?” Mary Jane sounded hopeful.

“What? No! I just want to try it out first, to see if I like it, and asked Jessie.”


“Seriously Annie, are you heartless? Why would you do that to him?”

“It’s just sex!”

“Not to him, I bet. The poor man has been mad about you forever, and you’re just using him.”

“It’s not like that. He’s one of my besties. It’s just a favor,” Annika spoke confidently. “So it doesn’t hurt bad? You don’t bleed every time do you?”

“A favor. I bet.” Mary Jane snorted. “Poor Jessie. No, it only hurts the first time, but it’s a good hurt. You’ll forget it before it’s even over, and the next time is even better.”

Annika laid back on her pillow. That didn’t sound so bad, then. No pain, no gain.


When Jessie insisted on doing it away from the village, Annika had the idea to go to the spot where Joel and Nadia went. “Where are we going?” he asked again, as they tramped down the path. Distant sounds of surf were tempered by gentle waves lapping along the small cove below them.

“We’re almost there. You’re not nervous, are you?”

Gee, I dunno. I’m about to lose my virginity through casual, meaningless sex with my best friend. It didn’t help that she’d worn next to nothing today, giving his overactive mind way too much time to anticipate. School had been torture. Hell, he’d seen her naked plenty of times when everyone went swimming, but…not under these circumstances. He’d never be able to look at her the same again. What if I’m not good? Nah, not nervous at all! “Of course I’m nervous.” He still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this.

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” she answered blithely, laughing lightly. “Here we are! Stand right here,” she instructed, grinning in anticipation. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and Jessie started to started to lower himself as well. “No, stay standing.” She ran her hand over him, discovering that he was already hard. Eagerly, she unbuttoned his shorts and dragged them down.


“Shush. I want to try something first.”


Jessie almost choked on his own breath when she sucked the head of his penis into her mouth.

Annika looked up at him, and, gauging that he was giving the proper response, gripped him in her hand and eased her mouth down around him. The skin of his dick was smooth against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He didn’t taste like Aimee had. He had a musky flavor, sweaty. Manly. She smiled.

Looking down at her, looking up at him, Jessie couldn’t believe this was happening. Annie Meadowstone is sucking my dick. And smiling about it.

She pulled back, then went down on his shaft again. He felt the tingle start deep in his groin. Jerking his hips away from her, his knees almost buckled as he popped out of her mouth. “Stop. Stop.”

Annika frowned up at him with disappointment. “Did I not do it right?”

He couldn’t help laughing, both at the question and her expression. “I don’t know what ‘right’ is, but if you have other things in mind, then you have to stop that or I’ll be done for.” He knelt down in front of her and kissed her.


He likes to kiss a lot, Annika mused. But he does kiss better than Abel.

“What are you laughing about?”

“You kiss better than Abel, that’s all.”

That’s all. He turned her face back to his, his hand roving her chest, experimentally fingering a nipple through the fabric of her shirt. His breathing grew heavy as she responded, pushing herself against his hand.

Annika raised a hand to pull her top off, but Jessie pushed her hand away. “Let me,” he breathed.

Slowly, he undressed her, tugging her excuse-for-a-shirt over her head, pulling her skirt away down long, shapely legs. The late afternoon sun slanting across the texture of her skin made it look like velvet. Skimming his fingers over the springy hair between her slim thighs, he marveled again. I’m about to make love to Annika. I just wish it was… As if in a dream, he watched as her legs spread open for him, gleaming pink in the low afternoon sun.

“Eat me,” she said. “I liked it when Aimee did it, but she stopped too soon.”

“Anything you want.”


Annika laid back in the grass, stretching her arms above her head with a feline smile on her lips. “God Annika,” she heard him say, when she propped her knees up. Then she felt his mouth against her. He was less tentative than Aimee had been, that was for sure. His tongue spread her right open, finding that spot that felt so good. Ah, he was paying attention yesterday.

Her teasing demeanor quickly evaporated, and her hands fisted in the grass. Aimee had only used her tongue; Jessie used his whole mouth and it felt like he was kissing her. Oh, what a difference it made, when the heat of his mouth closed over her!

Jessie locked his arms around her thighs, and Annika unconsciously began to move herself against his face. That now familiar feeling was blooming in her belly, and she focused only on riding that to the top. She almost forgot to breathe when the first shudder sent her flying apart, waves of intense pleasure rolling through her.

Realizing her legs were shaking, Annika lowered them to the ground, taking deep breaths. Her eyes finally focused on Jessie, and they both smiled. “How am I doing?” he asked, half joking, half serious.


“Wow. I think I died for a minute there.”

Jessie’s smile widened into a proud grin. His fingers stroked her shoulder, then moved to cup her breast in his hand. Moving over her again, he sucked one nipple and then the other. His breath blew against her neck, then he was kissing her again. Shakily, he inhaled, committing to memory every curve of her body under his hand and lips, the feel of her nipple on his tongue. “Annie, I think I’m about to die.” He laid his head on her chest.

Annika felt his dick bob against the inside of her thigh, reminding her of the business at hand. “You can’t die yet, you still have to fuck me,” she said. Reaching down between them, she took him in her hand and started rubbing his dick against her. His hips followed her lead, grinding against her slowly. Gods, that feels sooo good. But this instrument of pleasure was about to hurt, and she knew it.

“Ok,” she said. She felt a moment’s apprehension, and Jessie saw it in her eyes.


“Are you sure you want to do this?” His finger caressed her cheek.

“It’ll only hurt for a few minutes, Mary Jane said. So just… do it fast. Get it over with.”

“Get it over with. Right,” he said, trying to sound businesslike. Gritting his teeth, he slammed himself into her, ripping through her hymen with one hard thrust. Rearing back, he plunged into her again, balls deep. “Oh my god, Annie.” Seeing stars, he dropped his forehead against her neck, then pulled back to look at her. “Are you ok?”

Her eyes were open wide in shock. “Ouch?”

He laughed a little. “Sorry.” He leaned down to kiss her, and slowly stroked in and out of her again, his breath shuddering out of him. Talk about being in over your head, he thought. Kissing her again, Jessie reminded himself to slow the fuck down, hating that he was hurting her, but his hips were moving almost of their own accord now. Being inside her was the best damn thing he’d ever felt in his life.


Feeling a little shocked, Annika took stock of her body. Well, she’d been warned. It felt like she’d been plowed open and ripped apart. Every thrust opened her deeper.  It felt so…alien. Jessie’s body is inside my body. She focused on that feeling, instead of the incredible, stinging, painful pressure. It helped take her mind off it when he kissed her, too. After a few minutes, it wasn’t so bad, and felt less strange. The slick friction did feel nice, massaging almost, and she started to relax more. Mary Jane was right; relaxing helped.

“Annika.” His voice was hoarse against her neck.

“Mhm?” She felt his body go rigid. The pace of his thrusts sped up and then he came to a shuddering halt. Inside her, she felt a greater throbbing, and realized it was him. His forearms hugged her shoulders off the ground, holding her to him. Two more quick, short thrusts, then his body relaxed against her as he lay gasping on her chest.


This moment, too, she analyzed. He was still inside her, but not so hard now. Jessie’s warm body laying over her felt almost comforting, in a way. She was almost sorry when he withdrew and rolled off of her, laying on his back in the grass beside her. He took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, then turned his head to look at her.

It hurt a little when he realized her thoughts were distant from the moment. But, he chided himself, it wasn’t like this meant anything. Just a favor. He sat up and reached for his shorts.

Annika grimaced when she sat up, the over-stretched muscles of her inner thighs protesting. She felt a gush of fluid between her legs as well. “Ugh, I need to clean up,” she said, regarding the smear of blood on her thigh. Picking up her clothes, she brushed some broken blades of grass from her legs and back, and walked down to the beach.


Jessie trailed after her, feeling a little awkward. What are you supposed to say to a girl after you have sex with her, anyway? Not that Annika was any girl. And not that the encounter was remotely romantic. So he guessed he didn’t say anything. She prattled about school and classwork as they rinsed off in the ocean and redressed, seemingly unaffected.

“Why’re you so quiet?” she asked, nudging him in the ribs as they walked back to the village. “It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“What? No. I’m just…taking it all in, I guess. I’m just sorry it was painful for you,” he said sincerely.

They turned the corner and the village came into view. “It did hurt. It stings, but not that bad. And that’s totally normal. At least, that’s what Mary Jane said. It’ll be better next time we do it.”

She walked a few more steps before she realized Jessie had come to a dead stop behind her, his mouth hanging open. “What?”


“The next time we do it?”

Annika flicked her eyes in annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Annie, you just said you wanted to see what it was like. Whatever weird relationship you and Abel have, he’s still your boyfriend.”

“Yes, Jessie,” she said, enunciating her words sarcastically, “What I said was I wanted to see what sex was like.” She walked back to where he stood, wondering what the hell his problem was. “The first time hurt—I won’t really know what sex is like unless we do it again.” She stepped closer, right under his face, looking up at him. “Don’t you want to?”

Jessie glanced over her shoulder toward the village, then back at her. “What I want, Annika, is to not ruin our friendship, and to not have Abel kick my ass because I’m messing with his girl.”


“Why on earth would it ruin our friendship?” She rested her hand on his hip—a gesture of familiarity—and saw his pupils dilate in the dimming evening. This ship was already sunk. “In case you hadn’t noticed, my relationship with Abel is not about sex, and neither is his with me. And we’re just having fun. So it doesn’t matter.”

“Fuck, Annie—“

Leaning up on her toes, she stifled his protest with a kiss. At least now she knew how to convincingly shut him up when she wanted to. “So I’ll see you tomorrow.”

So it doesn’t matter. Jessie stared helplessly at her retreating back as she strolled down to the village. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t fucking matter.