Chapter 11: Emily (part 1)

That Thursday morning Jacob got himself to the mess just in time to catch the tail end of breakfast. As he was going in, his buddy Nate was coming out. Jacob nodded in greeting.

“Morning, brah,” said Nate. “Get fired up. We’re bringing our A game today.”

“Yes, we are,” agreed Jacob as he made a beeline to the trays. The two were on the same four-day rotation, and they shared their off-days. Nate was a few years older than Jacob, and they had met when Nate was transferred over last fall.

A meal and a shower later, Jacob headed over to the lounge. Ben already occupied his usual seat on the couch facing the screen. Jah—short for Elijah—was handing out controllers.

“Hey Jah, you feel like gunning left or right today?” asked Jacob.

“Right,” he replied, meaning that he had woken up on his left side this morning. It was an odd way to pick a gunner’s seat, but Jacob let Jah be Jah.

“It’s great to be back,” said Ben, “thanks for asking.”

“I was getting there,” replied Jacob. “Patience, young padawan.”

At 15, Ben was indeed one of the youngest breeders. Jacob had taken him under his wing, and sometimes the relationship tried his own patience. Still, eager as he was, Ben did a fine job reading the scope and calling targets.

Nate arrived shortly thereafter and sat front and center. He trusted no one else to drive their party wagon.

Jacob and his buddies played a game called MechaMania that had become popular among the breeders. In it, four players controlled different parts of one mecha, and as a team they would fight other mechas in an arena. Over time, Jacob’s team had become quite good, and they ranked near the top of the leaderboard in free-for-all mode.

To keep their ranking, the team had to fight a certain number of battles, so they came here nearly every off-day to play together. Since Ben had been on leave for the past week, today’s fights were especially important, and they had planned to spend all day in front of the screen.

That was the plan, at least. And all morning, they kicked ass.

“Jacob,” said a voice behind him as they left the mess after lunch. He turned to see Zach, one of the managers. Come to think of it, he was the manager on duty. Shit. “Just the man I wanted to see. Sammy is sick today, and we’ve got to cover his sessions. Looks like the afternoon is a young one, and I thought of you. Can you fill in for him?”

It wasn’t really a question; it was an order. Jacob agreed.

“Good man,” said Zach. As he passed by, he slapped Jacob on the ass. “Go get ‘er, stud.”

The guys just looked at each other until Zach went around the corner, then they groaned.

“Shit man, there you go with the little ones,” Jah complained. “You have made a name for yourself.”

“This suuuuucks,” whined Ben. “The day I get back.”

“Hey now, he’s got a job to do,” Nate reminded them. “He’ll be back as soon as he’s done. Right, J?”

“Yeah, I’ll try and make it quick.”

Jacob pulled up the file and saw that Zach was not kidding.

Emily, age 14, was a stunner, in the still-developing early adolescent way that Jacob loved. In size and proportions, she was about average for her age, maybe a little smaller. But she had this angelic quality about her: clear pale skin, wavy blonde hair, delicate nose and mouth, wide blue eyes. Her slight breasts gracefully swelled from her chest and were capped with puffy light-pink areolae. There seemed to be a light covering of pubic hair, also blonde, on her sex.

Given the opportunity, Jacob would have selected Emily in a heartbeat. Apparently Sammy saw her first. Jacob wasn’t sure whether to curse him or just be grateful he had fallen ill.

Too bad it would have to be a rush job, Jacob thought. The form Emily filled out on arrival indicated she was virgin and wanted to be bred in the missionary position. She had left the foreplay boxes blank, but he’d do some magic with his fingers and get right to the main event. In and out, then on to mecha glory!

That was the plan, at least.

“Emily?”

“Yes?” She sat robed in one of the chairs, hands together in her lap.

“Hi, I’m Jacob, and I’ll be your breeder today.”

She lightly took his offered hand before returning hers to her lap, then watched with a neutral expression as he sat in the other chair.

“How are you doing today?” he asked.

“Okay, I guess,” Emily replied. Not much of a read, Jacob thought, but whatever.

“I was just taking a look at your form. Looks like it’ll be your first time. It’s all right to feel a little nervous; a lot of girls are. But we’ll try and make this easy on you, okay?”

She nodded once.

“I saw you didn’t check any foreplay,” said Jacob. “I do want to get you warmed up a little first. That will make the insertion easier. So I’ll do some touching, if that’s okay with you. And we can use as much lube as we need. Sound good?”

She nodded again—with some reservation, Jacob noticed. He figured it was just nerves. They’d soon get it over with, and she’d have nothing to worry about. And he’d rejoin his teammates in front of the screen to shoot some robots.

“Okay, so now I’ll have you hop onto the bed, and we’ll go ahead and get started.”

“Wait,” said Emily and he paused. “Can we, um, talk a little first? You’re going to be my first, and I know literally nothing about you.”

Jacob considered the question. Though he was kind of in a hurry, it was a reasonable request. After all, it was her first time, and she’d only get one. And it wouldn’t kill his buddies to wait a few more minutes. They still had the rest of the day to play.

“Uh, sure, we can do that,” said Jacob. “I still think we should still move over to the bed. It can be easier to talk about this stuff when we’re not staring each other down, you know?”

Emily flashed him a little smile in agreement.

Jacob hopped onto the mattress and sat against the wall. He patted the spot next to him, and Emily occupied it.

“So what do you want to know?” he asked.

“I dunno, something about you. What are you like? What do you like to do? How do you feel about being a breeder? You look older, so why did you choose me? What’s up with that?”

“Whoa, should I be writing these down?” said Jacob. “Let me try and answer.”

“Okay.”

“Well, I’m Jacob, I’m 19, I’m from Ohio, but of course the service shipped me over a couple states. Don’t want to be doing the dirty with people you know, they say. I’ve been a breeder pretty much since the whole thing started. They tested everyone, and mine came back positive, and they said, ‘get packed, you’re moving.’

“I like my job most of the time. It’s not the paradise some people make it out to be, but it’s good work. And yeah, a lot of the time it’s fun. I meet a lot of people I’ll probably never see again, which is a little weird, but it’s interesting. They don’t let me out much, though. Too risky. I mostly hang around the barracks with the guys. We play video games and throw cheesy poofs at each other.

“Actually, I was playing with the guys before I came in here. It’s supposed to be my day off, but I’m filling in for someone. So I’m not really the one who picked you. Don’t get me wrong: I would. You’re beautiful, and I’m sure you’re a lovely person too. So I’m happy to be here. It was just a surprise. Did I hit everything?”

“I think so,” said Emily. “I don’t know if I’m happy to be here.”

“Why’s that?”

“I guess before, I was thinking about sex, and I knew I wanted to be with someone who knows what they’re doing, and there are some guys I like, but it wasn’t like I had it all planned out. And then the service called me up, and it’s like, it’s happening. In two days.”

“Yeah, not much time to prepare,” agreed Jacob.

“And I could be getting pregnant, before I even get to high school,” said Emily. “Like what?”

“I can only imagine.”

“And you could be the father.”

Jacob made an effort not to show the sense of pride he felt, in addition to the stirring in his loins. He wasn’t sure it was the right time to express it. Instead, he waited to see where she would go.

“You seem like a nice guy, though.”

“I try to be.” And he was conscious of how lucky she was to have him. Some of the other breeders weren’t as nice.

“And you are kinda cute,” she added.

“Tell me more,” said Jacob with a grin.

“That’s all I know,” said Emily, “so far.”

“So what about you? What are you like? What kind of naughty things have you been up to?”

“Okay, um ... so I’m Emily, and I’m 14, but you already know that. I’m in eighth grade. I guess I’m kind of a nerd—not like a Star Wars nerd, but I get good grades and don’t play sports. I am in band. I play the clarinet. My friends are trying to get me to join the marching band next year, but I don’t think I’ll like the marching part, but my friends are doing it, so I don’t know. Um ... I think that’s it.”

“I noticed you didn’t say anything about boys,” said Jacob.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I went to a couple dances, but whatever. The boys in my grade are kind of obnoxious.”

“Yeah, we’ve got some breeders your age we have to deal with. And even I was annoying back then.”

“I’m glad I got someone older,” said Emily.

“So boys are out of the picture,” said Jacob. “But a girl still has needs. What do you do about that?”

“What needs are we talking about?”

“What do you do when you’re horny? You must take care of yourself, right?”

“Um, yeah...” she admitted with a blush.

“How do you do it?”

“In the shower,” she squeaked out.

“Okay, that’s where,” said Jacob, “but I asked about how. It’s okay, I’m a professional, you can tell me.”

Emily giggled at that. “I, um, use the showerhead thing.”

“Do you, like, hump it, or just run the water over you?”

“Just the water. You can set it so it comes out stronger, and that works.”

“Perfectly normal, in my professional opinion,” assured Jacob. “Lots of girls do that. Is that why you didn’t check off any foreplay on the form?”

“I guess...” said Emily, “and I don’t really know what I want.”

Jacob saw that they were at a decision point. He could stick with the plan: quickly take care of Emily himself, get on with the breeding, and rejoin his mecha crew. He could also stay here and play more with Emily, and in doing so improve her first-time experience. Choices, choices.

This session was more than a rush job, Jacob decided. It was now about making Emily’s first time special. He could play games anytime. She would lose her virginity only once, and today was the day. The team would just have to understand.

“Let’s start simple, then,” said Jacob. “We talked about the shower. Do you ever get yourself off with your hand?”

“Not really,” replied Emily. “I tried it, but it kinda didn’t work.”

“You have me curious. Can I take a look?” Jacob asked, gesturing toward her nether region.

“I guess so,” she said quietly.

“Could you grab a pillow and lie back?”

Emily lay back as requested. She had her legs together until she remembered Jacob would need to look between them, then she spread them a little.

Jacob positioned himself between Emily’s legs, pulling her knees up and farther apart so he could get closer. He opened the bottom half of her robe. Her pussy was short front-to-back and free of hair. The outer labia were mostly closed, and the inner ones just barely peeked out.

“I shaved it. Is that okay?”

“It looks lovely,” said Jacob. “Most everything’s inside—I’m guessing you spread it when you use the showerhead?”

“Yeah,” replied Emily. He noticed the red in her cheek as she turned her face away.

“Show me how you do that.”

“Oh my god,” she muttered, with a nervous smile. “Okay...”

Emily slid her left hand down over her mound and used her second and third fingers to spread the top of her sex—in fact most of it. Her vulva could best be described as compact. The bottom of her clitoral hood bunched up with her inner lips, which were most pronounced around the center of their length. In the next few years, Emily’s pussy would sprout wings, Jacob was sure.

“And you just kind of aim for the center, I’m guessing.” It wasn’t really a question. A shower spray would hit it all. “Now, when you tried just using your hand, how did you do that?”

Emily took in a breath as she brought her right hand down and used one finger to make circles around her clit. “My friend said that’s how you do it, but it just feels weird for me.” She moved the finger down toward her vaginal opening. “And I tried putting a finger in, but it hurt because it’s all dry. I know girls are supposed to get wet down there, but I don’t.”