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From the start, Thorton has felt as though he is out of his element. There are a great many things he can reason his way through, his scientific mind able to reduce even the most complicated problems down to a more simple, easy to understand problem that he can solve quite easily. But this? No amount of reason or scientific theory can get him through this. He can’t analyze his actions, he can’t apply the same logic that he does to battling, or inventing, he can’t do a thing to understand this any better than he currently does.
Thorton’s date with Dawn went far better than he would have expected, even considering just how out of his element he is. But now, he's deeper than he could have planned for. He didn’t expect Dawn to want to come with him, to follow him home and keep the date going beyond their planned outing. Dawn seems to enjoy seeing him like this, the usually calm and confident Factory Head brought low by this rather unexpected outcome. She’s so used to him dominating the battle, having backup plans and contingencies for nearly everything she throws at him.
“What’s wrong, Thorton? No plan for this?” Dawn asks, pulling back from a kiss. She giggles, watching as the young man’s cheeks turn a bright red.
“I… well, no, not exactly,” Thorton counters, though he knows that isn’t so much a counter as an awkward response.
“Well, you don’t need to worry, I’ve got the plans for this,” Dawn says, pushing him back. Somehow, the girl who is so much smaller than him, several years younger, ends up pinning him to the wall lightly. Sure, he could push her off quite easily if he felt the need, but there’s something so powerful about her taking the lead like this.
He can’t seem to get his bearings, and once Dawn is pressing in against him, rising up on her tiptoes to push in for another kiss, this time a far longer, more passionate kiss, as if the first was merely her getting a feel for this, he begins to realize that he’d rather not be in control of this situation. He’s not good for this, and any time human behaviour can’t be reduced to simple mathematics, he’s at a loss. But so far, being at a loss feels pretty damn good.
He can feel Dawn’s heat pressing in against him, her body so soft and warm, and he doesn’t stand a chance. His cock is already straining against his pants, pressing in against Dawn’s leg, and she reaches down, running her hand between them. She soon has it latched onto his cock, gently stroking him off over his pants.
“See? You understand this better than you think,” Dawn says, breaking the kiss and winking at Thorton. “You really don’t have a machine to tell you what to do? What your odds are of losing your virginity?”
“I… haven’t made anything like that, no,” Thorton says, hardly able to keep up as Dawn presses on and on.
“I’ll give you a hint: you won’t be needing anything like that after tonight,” Dawn says, and Thorton can feel himself short circuiting.
“I… I wouldn’t need…?” he starts, but Dawn is already pulling him away from the wall, giggling as she tugs him along, taking his hand and leading him to his bed. It isn’t hard for her to push him back onto the soft and inviting bed, eager to move this even further. Thorton is at a loss, simply going with the flow, and loving every second of it,
Dawn climbs up after him, straddling him and grinding down against him. Her skirt lifts, and Thorton catches a glimpse of her light panties, just enough to make him gasp out, and begin stammering, which leads to Dawn pressing her finger to his lips, and shushing him.
“It’s okay, just relax, I told you I’d handle it from here!” Dawn says, as she pushes up, reaching down to unzip his pants and free Thorton’s cock. He can hardly believe this is really happening, but he takes her advice, keeping quiet and watching as she moves things along.
He knows when it’s best to analyze, to gather as much data as possible, and while he might be completely out of his element right now, unable to rely on non-existent knowledge to plan his way through this, that doesn’t mean he has to stay this helpless. If he pays attention now, perhaps he can turn the tables on Dawn in a rematch. \
It’s perhaps not the most sensible way to look at losing his virginity, but Thorton can’t help how his mind works. In the end, it only proves to be his undoing. He is trying so hard to focus on every sight, every feeling, and when that feeling becomes the tip of his cock, guided by Dawn’s hand to press against her wet pussy, he simply can’t handle it. He gasps out, and Dawn smiles down at him, mouth opening in a gentle moan as she slowly begins to lower herself onto him. Thorton loses track of time as she works her way down his shaft, her pussy enveloping his cock inch by inch, with each one more maddening than the last. By the time she comes to rest on him, her ass settling down onto his thighs, he can hardly believe this is really happening.
“There, was that so bad?” Dawn asks, allowing herself to adjust to having him inside of her. She leans forward, kissing him while she rests on his cock, and Thorton feels as if he could die right here and now. How is she this perfect? How does anything feel this good, and why is Dawn doing this with him of all people? These questions go unanswered, as Dawn pushes up, only to fall back down. She begins bouncing on Thorton’s cock, and the new sensation is enough to make him lose all semblance of reason.
Dawn seems to derive endless amusement out of just how easily she’s driving Thoreton mad. He’s stammering out for her, moaning, gasping out with the pleasure he can’t comprehend, and Dawn is loving every second of it. In the end, she proves to be far too much for him, and Thorton can hold on no longer. He reaches out, clinging to her hips as he loses control, his seed erupting inside of her while she continues riding him. It’s just enough of a push to tip her over the edge, and she manages a small orgasm, whimpering out his name.
“Ah, there we go, see? You did great,” Dawn assures him, collapsing forward onto his chest once she recovers. “And I bet you’ll do even better next time. Were you analyzing every second, getting all sorts of new data?”
“I tried,” Thorton admits, reaching up to place a hand on her back, not quite sure of what else to do. “But it was harder to focus than I anticipated.”
“Good,” Dawn says, snuggling in a bit closer. Just as she thought, Thorton turned out to be a lot of fun. And she’s sure he’s only going to be more fun in the future.