Neverland 2: Adventures of Teen Peter Pan

Eternal Youth, Eternal Love
Peter and Wendy's First Time

Orginally published on The Pirates' Cove, in Forcastle.

M/F

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"Good-bye, Crooked-Tail!" Wendy smiled as she and Peter flew away from Mermaid's Lagoon. "We had a wonderful visit!" She carried a picnic basket, for they earlier had a picnic lunch with their friend.

"Anytime, dearies," the older mermaid waved back. "And come back and visit soon. I don't get to see enough of you children as it is!"

"Okay," Peter grinned, waving to his friend.

Soon, the king and queen of Neverland was out of Crooked-tail's sight.

"I always enjoy visiting Crooked-Tail," Wendy commented to Peter. "She's the only mermaid that doesn't throw a fit everytime she sees me with you."

"At least Tink has learned to let it go," Peter replied. "Especially since she started hanging around Dusty. As Slightly might say, I think they more than slightly like each other."

"Yes, they..." Wendy began. She was interupted by a flash of lighting and the sound of thunder.

"Uh, oh..." Peter commented. "Storm brewing."

"And that usually means..." Wendy added.

"RAIN!" they cried together as the skies openned and poured water all over them.

"Come on!" Peter shouted over the sound of the rain. "I know someplace to go!" He flew toward the mountain range facing Mermaids' Lagoon.

"How...?!" she started to ask.

"Don't talk!" he replied. "Save your breath! You'll need it for flying!"

Wendy went silent and followed Peter. Before long, Peter found what he was looking for --a cave in the side of the mountain. He led Wendy into it.

"What isis this place?" she asked. The cave was filled with pottery, furs, and many other Indian artifacts.

"It used to be where the Indians lived, before they moved their village to its current location."

"'Used to live'? It looks like they still do."

"It suoes.oes. But they haven't used caves for a long time. Hmmm...I wonder why it's so clean?"

"Or relatively clean, anyway," Wendy added. She shivered, soaked head to toe from the rain.

"You're cold," Peter said, concerned. "And there's no fireplace, or any other spot to build a fire. Not that we have anything to burn." He looked back at Wendy. Although a little uncertain, he saw no other way."

"What is it, Peter?" Wendy asked. Why did he look so nervous?

"I don't see any other way to do this, Wendy," he answered. "But we can't stay in these wet clothes. We'll get sick if we do. We need to take them off and let them dry." He winced as he said this last, not knowing what her reaction would be. She had never allowed the boys to see her unclothed. Well, except for that one time, but it was an emergency. She was very ill, and was hot with fever. Stripping her had been the only way to help cool her off. Only a trip to the Ice Caves broke the fever and saved her life.

"Yes," she agreed. "It looks like we have no other choice, unless we want to stay in these wet things." Turning from one another, they peeled off their wet clothing. Peter put his on a nearby rock he should have recognized, but did not. Wendy handed him her clothes, still not looking. He laid her dress next to his shirt and pants.

Turning toward her to make sure she was going to be alright, Peter and Wendy came face-to-face, each staring at the other's nude body. For a moment, neither moved. Just stared at one another's naked form.

Peter now had the body of a seventeen year-old, sleek and smooth, average-sized muscles over an average frame. His brown hair was long, pulled back in a slack ponytail, and his blue eyes still shone like the stars. He had a handsome face, and his smile still melted female hearts. But there was only one lady for him, now. The lovely one standing right in front of him.

Wendy's form had filled out now, no longer the little girl that she was, but the soft curves of a sixteen year-old. Her hair was still cut short in the Cleopatra hairstyle that he saw when he had first met her. When she first arrived in Neverland, Peter had given her a daisy tiara, crowning her "Queen of Neverland". She still wore a flower tiara, but instead of a daisy, the "jewel" was a rose. He had made it for her when she decided to stay in Neverland with him and the others. And if Peter's eyes were sparkling sapphires, Wendy's was shimmering emeralds. She was never much for make-up --the cosmetics of the mermaids never suited her-- but she did wear something on her lips; something called "lipgloss" that she got at Small Monday Island Fair one day. It was flavored, and made her lips shine with a tint of color. She had several of these "lipglosses", each a different flavor. You never knew which one she would wear next, and Peter had made a game of guesses which one it was before he kissed her. It was one game he never grew tired of.

Suddenly realizing that she and Peter were gazing at each other's naked bodies, Wendy hopped into the nearby pile of furs, covering herself with them. She watched Peter as he continued to stare and blink.

"What's wrong, Wendy?" he asked. "Why did you hide yourself?" He moved toward her.

"We're naked, Peter!" she protested. "We can't see each other like this!" She hid her eyes, refusing to be tempted any further by the slim form in front of her.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked. "We don't really have much of a choice. We were soaked to the skin, and could've gotten sick. I may not remember much, but I still remember when you got so sick, you were burning with fever. We had to strip you then, too."

"And how much attention did you give my body?" she asked.

"As much was needed to cool you down and make you better. We were so afraid that you would die. We didn't want to lose you. I didn't want to lose you."

He was standing over her, now, his body still gleaming with rain, his hair plastered to his face and back. Wendy looked up at him, not missing his private parts as she moved her gaze to his face. He knelt down so that his face was level with hers.

"I love you, Wendy," Peter said simply. Gently, he moved the fur covering down, revealing her breasts. "Time to trust each other with everything we are."

He really did not know where that had come from. Yes, he did love Wendy. Very much so. But lately, he was feeling something more, something that had to do with Wendy. For some reason, he had fantasized about the two of them being in this kind of situation: Being nude and having no choice whatsoever in the matter. The thoughts frightened him at first. He felt he was being disrepectful to the girl who was his "mother". But upon consulting Great Big Little Panther, Peter discovered his feelings to be changing his veiw of Wendy. No longer did he see his "mother" in the beautiful girl, but a different kind of female.

To put it simply, for Peter, Wendy went from "mother-figure" to "lover-figure". He was not so sure he was comfortable with that.

But now, with the two of the exposed to each other in more ways than one, Peter could feel the emotion rising again. It was finally time for both of them to deal with it, before it took over completely, and the Eternal Youth did something he was sure he would regret for the rest of his life.

"We need this, Wendy," he said softly. He reached over and placed his hand under her chin, bringing her head up, her eyes to look into his.

"Why?" she asked, fearing the answer.

"Because..." he began, then sighed. "Because I can no longer see you as my mother. You've become something more to me. More, even, then 'friend'."

"What?" Wendy's eyes went wide. What did Peter mean by that?

How do I do this? Peter asked himself. How do I explain how my feelings have shifted? I'm not even sure how it happened, myself. One day, Wendy's my beloved mother, someone I'd do almost anything for. The next, she's like someone new, but I'd still do almost anything for her.

"We should start with something simple. Something we both know and like," he said. He moved his hand from her chin, and allowed it to move to her shoulder. He then placed his other hand on her other shoulder, to steady her for what was to come. He focused on her lips, so red and full.

The kissing game they played. A game that combined guessing lipgloss flavor and feeling the thrill of touching his lips to hers. He always tasted the gloss, first, feeling its oily texture against his own lips. He would then playfully attempt to get more, especially if the flavor happened to be candy, like cotten candy, or chocolate. Soon, the flavor would be gone, and he would feel the soft, tender skin of her lips. It was at that point that he pulled away and smile, triumpant again at gaining the treasure that she had put on her lips.

Now, there was no such treasure that awaited his victorious attention to her mouth. Just smooth, red lips, wettened only by the rain and nothing more. He wondered how they would taste now, berift of their shimmering gown of lipgloss. Gently, Peter leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

They were warm against his lips, he discovered, even covered in rainwater. As soft as ever, and just as tender.

Wendy relaxed into the kiss, somehow happy that --for once-- Peter was just kissing her, not attempting to capture whatever flavored lipgloss she happened to be wearing. Oh, the game was fun, to be sure. But the goal was always to get the taste on the lips, never to make any particular emotion flow into each other. Now, that was just what they were doing; kissing for the sheer pleasure of it.

Peter, caught up in the kiss, pushed deeper, forcing her mouth to open wider as his tounge explored every little inch of it. Slowly, without realizing that she was doing it, Wendy lifted her arms to snake around his neck. At the same time, Peter moved his arms down to encircle her waist. Amost before either knew what they were doing, they held each other close, with nothing between their bare bodies but the rainwater on their skin.

They kept it up for what seemed like the longest of moments. When they finally came up for air, they could only gaze into each other's eyes. This time, niether paid much attention to their unclothed state, nor did they care any more that they wore nothing at all.

He is sowarm! Wendy thought. And strong. Much stronger than he used to be. He may still believe in magic, and faries, and Neverland, but he is no longer a child. Tall and handsome, he's kind and gentle, as well. No wonder I love him so much.

He shivered, having totally forgot that he, too, was wet from the rain. Some of the water had already evaporated durning their first kiss, but there was some that remained. And it still made him feel cold.

"Get in, Peter," Wendy invited, lifting the edge of the fur she was under. Grinning, Peter slipped under the soft pelt and snuggled close to Wendy. It was warm under there, so close to her body.

Suddenly shy, Peter reached out and touched her shoulder. Locking his gaze with hers, he slowly moved his hand down the front of her, stopping only when he reached just above her left breast. Years ago, if Peter had even suggested such a thing, Wendy would have been terribly offended. She would have probibly have scolded him, maybe even struck him.

But not now. Somehow, it actually felt right! With a smile and a nod, she gave him permission to continue. He grinned back and moved his hand down.

The mound of flesh was soft, but firm, and it felt smooth under his hand. He rubbed the skin, then moved to the nipple, which he played with l itl it was erect. He then gave the other breast the same treatment.

Wendy was getting very warm, now. Peter's touch had ignited a fire deep inside her. She fought to steady her breathing as he continued caressing her body. The next spot he touched was her stomach, pausing only a moment before the hand moved to another mound at the bottom of her abdomen.

As soon as Peter touched it, Wendy gasped in pleased surprise. As he rubbedthis area, the girl gazed in rapture at her lover.

"Peter," she panted. "Would you...you know...?" She stroked his privates to emphasize her request.

Somehow, Peter actually understood what she wanted. Maybe, because he wanted to do it, too. Gently, he laid her back, then, very carefully, prepared to enter her. He hesitated for a moment.

"Great Big Little Panther said that a female's first time hurts," he cautioned her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Peter," she replied. "I know it will hurt, but I trust you. Please, continue."

"Okay," he said. "If you're sure..." He positioned himself so that he would enter her as safely as possible. Then --thinking that one quick shove would be less painfull for her than going in slow-- he thrust into her as fast as he could.

Wendy gasped in pain, barely able to stiffle a scream. But the initial entrance was over. Peter could now go slow and gently, taking as much time as was needed. He went smoothly in and out of her as she gasped and moaned with pleasure. It seemed like hours before they would finally exhaust themselves and fall asleep in each other's arms.

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When Wendy woke up the next morning, she found herself laying close to Peter, his arm wrapped around her. Her head was on his left breast, while her left hand was laying on his right breast. She looked up into his face to see that he was still asleep.

She did not want to wake him, so she just laid her head back down where it had been and waited for him awaken on his own. While she waited, Wendy relived the night before in her mind. Every moment was so vivid in her mind that she almost had another orgasim just thinking about it.

She heard a soft moan from Peter, and looked up. His eyes were open and he was smiling at her. Gently, he stroked her hair. Did he remember last night, as well?

"Peter," Wendy began. "About last night..."

"How did it feel?" he asked.

"Dreamingly," she sighed. His smile got wider.

"For me, too. Maybe we should do that more often."

"As many times as we like," Wendy agreed.

"I don't see why not." Peter brushed a kiss to her forehead. She sat up, allowing him to do the same. Wendy looked outside the mouth of the cave.

"Looks like the storm's over," she said.

"Yes," he smiled. "And we'd better get home. The Lost Boys will be worried." He got up and checked their clothes.ey wey were completely dried by now. Picking up Wendy's dress, he brought it to her, then returned for his own clothes. They quickly dressed, silently promicing each other that they will continue the activity that they had begun the night before as soon as they could.

When they arrived at the Neverfort, they told no one about what had occurred between them last night. They might tell them someday, when the others were ready. But for now, they kept the new "game" to themselves. Peter and Wendy engaged in their lovemaking every time they got the chance.

It was only when they reached eighteen and nineteen did Peter and Wendy get an unexpected surprise as a result from their "bed-pleasure".

But that's another story.

THE END

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The cave Peter and Wendy takes refuge in is the same cave in which Peter and Nibs take shelter in the story, "Night Play" (In the Forecastle) Peter just doesn't remember.)