Vanille grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and draped it over the chair in front of her desk, then sat her naked body down on it. She positioned her laptop on the desk and switched it on. As it booted up she thought about how she wanted to get herself off tonight, and decided she was feeling nostalgic. She opened an incognito tab in her web browser and navigated to a website that specialized in pornographic artwork of licensed characters from cartoons. video games, and other media, and in the search box typed in “Zaq Hacks!”, a cartoon she used to watch when she was a young child. Immediately, the results popped up and showed the main characters of the cartoon in sexual positions: some posed naked; others performing sexual acts on each other; one of the heroine taking it from behind by the hero. Vanille moaned openly, not needing to silence the sounds of her pleasure by virtue of being alone, as the porn had its desired effect on the teenager’s horny brain. She spread her legs apart to give her left hand access to her aroused sex, which she rubbed in slow, deep circles, making her vaginal muscles squeeze pleasurably. She navigated the porn site with her right hand, scrolling down and clicking to embiggen the pictures she liked the most, while her left worked on her vulva with long-practiced skill. She giggled suddenly, her memory coming alive with a flash from the past: Her first boyfriend…Watching cartoons…And getting an entirely different show altogether…

***

Vanille was fortunate to have met the handsome upperclassman so quickly after starting her first year at le lycée. The larger school was confusing and a little scary to the fifteen-year-old girl, with a thousand more students than her previous collège, new teachers, and more challenging coursework. Roy was two years older than Vanille, but they had met in her AP Computer Science class. Her grades from her last year were good enough to place her in classes well above her grade level. As such, she stood out from the rest of the class by being the youngest student there, which for Vanille was a situation that she didn’t care for. She much preferred keeping to herself and not drawing attention from others, and yet there this boy was, pestering her with questions and always asking her for help in class, as if he had no idea what he was doing despite being in advanced placement classes. 
Although she found him annoying at first, it was an annoyance that slowly made its way into friendship, even though sometimes she felt like she was as much a teacher to him as the actual class professor. Then three months into the school year, the teenagers began dating. Their relationship had started from friendship and so naturally developed easily and quickly, starting with simple things like meeting together to study or a smoothie at a local café and deepening into date nights at restaurants and the movie theater where they shared her first kiss. Now they were going on three months as Vanille lay pressed up against her boyfriend on the sofa in her living room with the TV playing an episode of Zaq Hacks! that they had both stopped watching in order to snuggle close and make out. Their mouths pressed against each other tenderly, his hand gently caressing the back of her head and running his fingers through her soft blonde hair. Vanille always felt like her chest was on fire with a blazing love whenever she and Roy kissed like this, and with her parents out for the night also, the teens had never had such time to be alone together. This is why when Roy’s other hand moved slowly up her bare leg to the hem of her skirt Vanille didn’t stop him, and neither did his hand, moving up underneath her skirt until reaching the lacy hem of her panties. It was Roy that broke the kiss then, giving her a meaningful look, imploring her into acting upon what she was now feeling deep inside herself. She felt her cheeks burn, flushing brightly at the thought of what the boy’s deep hazel eyes begged from her. She swallowed hard and removed her eyeglasses with shaky hands, setting them down beside the sofa, then returned the piercing gaze of her boyfriend and gave him a tiny nod.
Roy let out a soft, shaky sigh, and reached his hand down from Vanille’s head to his pocket, where he produced a small and thin square package. Vanille saw this, but put her hand over it, closing Roy’s fingers back around the item. Roy’s face looked fearful and he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Vanille silenced him with a finger over his lips. She leaned forward to Roy’s ear and whispered, 

“Fais-moi confiance, mon amour…”

Her voice was dark, shaky, and thick with desire. Her cycle had ended two days ago, and hormones were buzzing inside her desperately and intoxicating Vanille’s brain with lust, as if her own body was telling her that it would be safe to keep going. Roy’s lips found Vanille’s once again, only this time with an intensity and feverishness Vanille had never felt before. There was a scramble of sofa squeaks and rustling fabric as clothing was adjusted, then Vanille looked down at Roy’s deep eyes as she shifted her hips rubbing her soft, wet pussy against Roy’s erect cock. 
The boy’s eyes closed, his mouth in a small o-shape as their sexes entwined for the first time. The girl hissed through her teeth as she started to lower herself onto Roy, his girth much larger than one of Vanille’s fingers. The deep space inside her now was feeling fuller and fuller, as she took more and more of her lover’s shaft, aided by Vanille’s own liquid arousal. Underneath her, Roy was panting now, squirming gently which made himself move inside of Vanille. The girl felt as if he could go no deeper then, which by her estimation felt like most of everything Roy had, then pressing with her legs she rose back up, moaning as all of Roy’s contours pressed tightly against the walls of her vagina. Roy too was moaning and grunting softly, as the young couple fell into a rhythm of up and down, in and out. Vanille clumsily yanked off her top, and fumbling with shaking hands the clasp on the back of her bra, popped the small garment off revealing slight breasts with stiff pink nipples. Roy reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, the supple flesh barely filling up his palm. Vanille gasped as she felt his hands on her sensitive nipples, increasing the tempo of their sex.
Roy grunted and gave Vanille an urgent, frightened look.
“Vanille! Attendez!” he cried out, his face a grimace of strain and pleasure.
Vanille shook her head, through her panting she replied in between her panting breaths, “Non! On ne peut pas s'arrêter maintenant! Fais-le! Mets-le en moi! Joue en moi!”
Roy didn’t hold back anymore. He grunted roughly and thrust himself forward burying himself deeper into Vanille than ever. Vanille cried out with her lover, both from the shock of the penetration, and the sudden burst of liquid heat deep inside her. She felt him thrust and throb as he filled her with his seed, the girl trusting her own body to prevent a life-changing accident.
Eventually Roy relaxed, his body limp underneath Vanille’s hips. His breaths were slowing and deepening and Vanille felt a sticky loosening inside her as Roy’s erection flagged back down to normal size. Vanille sighed softly as she lifted herself off of him, stepping onto the floor and standing up on shaky legs. She walked slowly to the kitchen and came back with several hand towels, and threw one to Roy, who looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. They cleaned themselves and the sofa off the best they could until they were redressed and laying together, watching more of their favorite cartoon as if nothing amazing and fantastic had happened. But Vanille could still feel him inside her, still feel the way their bodies beat in time, still feel the wet warmth inside her. And that’s something she’ll never forget.