Chloe's life changed the night she gave her first blowjob.
She did so in the bathroom of a house in the suburbs, during a house party. Her partner was a boy she had met in the garden just a few minutes before. It was, Chloe thought later, probably the sluttiest thing she had ever done in her life up until that point.
Of course, it wasn't like she'd had the opportunity to do many slutty things before then. She'd spent an entire year with her first ever boyfriend, who she'd met in the first week of university at the first ever meeting of Anime Society. Though they'd fucked a few times, he'd never once asked her to go down on him. In fact, he'd seemed thoroughly disgusted by the idea.
He didn't, he explained to her, want to be thinking about
where her mouth had been
when he kissed her.
Chloe's first boyfriend had kissed gingerly, like he was trying to avoid sharing any spit. He wore two condoms when they fucked, and always disposed of them in the outside bin soon after they were done.
They had broken up two weeks ago, and Chloe had been thoroughly heartbroken by it. She still was. It was only at the continued insistence of her friends that she had come out to the house party at all. They had
insisted
that she get out there. That she drink. That she dance. That she (
for god's sake, Chlo
) stopped moping. And Chloe had done her very best to comply.
She had drunk. She had danced. She had chatted amiably with strangers on the garden. And through it all she had felt inside her a yawning sense of pointless greyness.
Perhaps that was why, when The Boy sat down beside her in a plastic lawn chair and asked her if she wanted to kiss, she said yes. Why shouldn't she? She had spent all her life
not
kissing boys at parties, and she wanted to know what it was like, or make up for lost time, or perhaps just do something to get rid of the greyness. She didn't know. But she said yes.
Chloe couldn't tell if The Boy was a good kisser. They put their mouths together and moved their faces and his breath smelled faintly of cider. It was okay, she supposed. And then, after a moment, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Not a little exploratory poke, but deep. Invasively. In there with her own tongue, almost uncomfortably deep.
And that was, to Chloe's very great surprise, more than just
okay
. It was good. Very good, in fact. It made her feel slightly weightless, and at the same time as though there was a direct line -- a taut one, like a guitar string -- connecting her mouth and her pussy.
He pulled back, smiling. Chloe blinked at him. He was going to say something. She didn't want him to say anything. She wanted to kiss him again. And so, without thinking too much about it, she did.
After a few moments he pushed his tongue into her mouth again, and just like before she felt that guitar string in her chest resonate. It was a decidedly pleasant and exciting sensation.
They kissed for a long time in the garden. Then they went inside. The Boy asked if she would like to come upstairs with him. Chloe said yes, hoping that there would be more kissing. She wasn't horny, exactly. But she certainly was
interested
. It was the first feeling she'd had all night that wasn't underscored by that yawning, awful greyness.
They went upstairs. He was holding her hand now. They went from room to room until they found a bathroom. The lightbulb was dim, and a loud extractor fan started up as soon as it came on. There was a dressing gown on the back of the door, and also a bright yellow shower cap designed to look like a duck.
The Boy locked the door and they kissed standing up in the middle of the noisy, dim little bathroom. And then he was pushing her down, one hand firm on her shoulder. She
let
