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Leaf	By : Mek Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fan fiction based on the original stage play: Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. Any resemblance to actual people, events or similar fan fictions is entirely coincidental.

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Becoming Two
The selfishness of children is never deliberate. Their self-absorbed, carefree attitudes come as naturally to infants as breathing or crying. From birth a child does not possess awareness for the feelings and emotions of others in the same way that they do not come installed with a volume control or filter. These are things they must learn for themselves through experience and interaction with those around them, usually by trial and error. Likewise, children have no natural sense of modesty. They will play and run naked anywhere, even in public or out in the street if they can without fear or worry for who might see. Perhaps if left unchecked, uneducated by others, a child may grow up without ever feeling the slightest bit embarrassed by nudity.
This was not the case for Leaf, who had regularly been chastised for refusing to wear clothes. As a kid, she had hated wearing anything if she could get away with it, but as she had grown and begun to develop, she had learned as most do that the wishes and feelings of others are equally as valid as her own. It wasn’t that she hated being clothed, although she did hold a preference for a very specific style of fashion, it was more that she had always felt comfortable in her own skin as much as anything else. Peter on the other hand looked comically out of place without his stockings on. She had not known a boy to wear stockings before, but they had rather suited him.
“Leaf?” The boy gasped when his gaze set upon her bare chest. “Your gown, its… Oh, but you’re…?”
“It was getting in the way.” She shrugged, unexpectedly enjoying his wide eyed, inquisitive stare as he took in every curve and feature. It was astonishing how sensitive she was to being seen. Despite her acquaintance with her natural form, none but her own eyes had looked upon it for quite some time and she had grown in more ways than one since then. It was a strange sensation, perversely deviant and yet overwhelmingly rousing. Seemingly Peter was enjoying the view, his hand still wrapped tight about his shaft as he leaned perceptibly toward her, which only excited her further. Her finger dug deeper inside its hole while she traced another seductively around one breast until Chrystabelle began to slide from her perch upon his shoulder. “You can touch them if you like.”
“May I?” Stunned, he nearly toppled forward as he reached out. Why she felt the need to tease him so, Leaf wasn’t entirely sure. It was an impulse, something natural that felt right, and madly erotic. It had the desired effect and she steadied him, took his hand in hers and placed it upon her breast. His touch upon her delicate skin was exquisite. His hands were course and firm, but in his rugged, dishevelled way he remained gentle. Peter opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to express what he was experiencing in that moment, but no words were forthcoming.
“Young girls have such beauty in them.” Chrystabelle observed, as though speaking for him. The faerie had abandoned his shoulder for the safety of a pillow where she watched on. Leaf coaxed him closer, her body poised over his, hopefully expectant of a kiss. “You’re so attractive and delectably soft. Innocently seductive and so very desirable.” Leaf didn’t reply exactly, but moaned with grateful pleasure and boosted by the compliment she reached across and slid her fingers beneath his, wrapping them tantalizingly around his cock.
Unlike before, the first time she had touched him there, he made no reaction as her hand replaced his. Without the slightest resistance he conceded his prized possession to her. In exchange his freshly freed hand seized her other small breast. Although pert, they were barely large enough to fill his palms, but he was entirely enamoured by them. Leaf wondered if he had ever seen a girl’s bosom before, save for the wonderful way he held them, tenderly massaging them within his grasp. His leg pressed against hers when she edged even closer, drawn in by his radiant blue eyes as she felt her soul flowing into them.
There wasn’t enough bed left without falling onto him, but lithely and with some dexterity she shifted her weight, thrust out a leg and straddled him. They could not get much closer, even as their lips came together, made contact and kissed. It wasn’t a long kiss and the connection was not far different from the first time she had pressed her mouth to his, but at last she understood what Chrystabelle had told her. This time it was fair. When as she sat back upright her breasts hung and swayed a little in front of her, hypnotizing the boy between her legs. She groped and tugged at his dick, caressing its soft outer skin against the solid inner flesh from tip to base and that short patch of dark pubic fluff. The firmly erect member pressed up between them, pulsing in her hand.
“You know where it belongs, don’t you?” Chrystabelle asked. “Where it’s meant to go.” It wasn’t clear which of them the question was directed at, but that didn’t matter to Leaf. She was already one step ahead, brushing it’s slimy wet tip against her vulva every with few strokes and delighting in the way it made her feel. Proudly she knelt over his body, pinning him as he lay stiff upon the bed, feeling a sense of power that she had not experienced before. Everything she needed in that moment was right there in her hand and she wanted it, required it, even though she had barely known it existed mere hours earlier.
The question did not need a verbal answer. Her head swam in a frenzy of emotion as she lowered herself onto him, guiding its few delightful inches of muscular length between her legs, betwixt her parting labia and as far inside as it would go. The warmth of it was the first sensation she noticed, totally and unexpectedly different to how her own fingers felt when pushed inside. His did not possess more girth than perhaps two of her fingers pressed together, and perhaps not even that much longer either, but what she experienced as she felt it inside her was wonderous.
“Is that good?” Asked Peter, stroking his thumb under her left breast. High above them a shooting star pierced through the darkness, burning bright in the night sky if only for an instant. To his right, Chrystabelle was sprawled out on the pillow, frantically masturbating as she watched Leaf rocking her pelvis back and forth. Leaf’s body seemed to mould itself around his penis and she could feel it shifting and throbbing inside of her. A nod was all Peter received in response, while the smile that spread even wider across her lips was formed by the thought that no one at school could tease her for being a virgin anymore.
Stimulated by the pleasure she was giving him, Peter’s confidence returned in abundance. He also seemed to find an extra store of energy, because with a hand on either side of her hips he used his strength to roll Leaf to the bed. She had not been remotely prepared for his sudden bucking movement and let out a shrill scream of surprise before landing on the bed. It all happened so fast, one moment she was on top riding him like a cock horse and the next she was staring up at the ceiling as he mounted her. Whatever had come over him in that moment was a shock to her at first, but it quickly passed as his muscular young torso loomed over her.
Taking control, Peter thrust his penis into her with more force, pushing it deeper before withdrawing almost its entire length. Then in it went again, right to its limit, his skin slapping against hers. Leaf whimpered as she felt the contact through every last pubic nerve ending. Her youthful body trembled beneath him from head to toe, aching for more. He advanced once more, quickening his pace as she was impaled by his erection. On the fourth his back arched upwards, muscles tensing and Leaf felt the part of him inside her convulse.
“Cock-a-doodle-do.” Peter crowed out loud, at the top of his voice. It could probably have been heard by the neighbours or even on the street far below. He held the position a moment longer before he retreated, slumping back against the headboard beside her, gasping for air. Leaf too was left breathless, still feeling the shape of him inside her where his penis had been. Cautiously her hand drifted over her leg, surveying the state their exertion had caused and found everything she touched was wet. A sticky film of moisture coated her vulva, still tingling from its arousal, and something slimy oozed between her labia.
“Did you crow when you… you know?” Leaf asked bashfully as she tugged the duvet over her. He gave a half shrug and nodded. “You’re weird.”
“Probably.” She giggled at his response, leaned closer and kissed his cheek. It was then that she saw his penis lying soft in his lap. It was half the size it had been before, maybe even less than that, its silky skin had wrinkled and it looked just as relaxed as the rest of Peter. It had ended as fast as it began, sooner than she would have liked, but better than anything she might have imagined. Feeling sleepy, she lowered her head and slipped into the comfort of his lap. Her eyes closed, snuggled under the duvet and her mind drifted with the rhythm of her throbbing heart.
“Darling Leigh-Fleur. How serene you look.” She heard Chrystabelle say from the next pillow. The faerie was smiling warmly at them, gazing contentedly upon the resting Leaf nestled upon Peter’s lap. “It is a joy to see the two of you. You are so perfect in harmony.”
“You always know when you become two.” Peter lamented as he stroked her hair. “Two is the beginning of the end.”
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