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other time, I would have rolled my eyes at his bossiness, but today, I was happy to listen to him.
“Shouldn’t I stay up to meet your sisters?” I asked him in a low tone, worried that his family would think me rude and anti-social for being in bed by nine.
“You can meet them in the morning, rabbit,” he said. “You’ve been working since six this morning. Get some rest.”
“Okay,” I mumbled. I said goodnight to Liam’s parents and went to the bedroom. There, I stared at the bed for a few seconds. I was debating sleeping on the floor, then my shoulders straightened in resolution. Liam had said he wouldn’t touch me unless I wanted him to. I trusted him implicitly.
Admit it, I thought to myself. You aren’t worried that he’s going to jump you. You are concerned that you are going to jump him. That night with Liam had opened the floodgates of my libido. I was fighting hard to think with my mind, not my pussy, because all my body could think about was Liam, and how incredible he’d felt against me. In me. Touching me and stroking me, and spanking me firmly.
I bit my lip, thinking of the stinging slaps on my inside thighs earlier this evening. I’d wanted the blows to land on my pussy. I’d wanted to see his palm glisten with my wetness when he hit me, and I’d wanted him to make me lick my juice off his fingers.
Stop it, Tia, I chided. Stop fucking with him. Either you are in, or you are out. This kind of in-between indecision isn’t fair to anyone.
But yet, indecision was all I could manage. Had Liam not been as important a friend, perhaps I would have slept with him happily, quite content to trade friendship for amazing sex. But despite whatever he said, I didn’t really believe him when he said he’d never stop being my friend, because that was bullshit. He had no idea what the future could hold. Any sentence that had the words never and always in it was a lie. Undoubtedly, a well-intentioned lie, and maybe he believed in the truth of what he said. But I had learned in painful ways to not believe the words of men, not even ones I trusted with every fibre of my soul.
After all that, the right thing to do would have been to sleep on the floor, but there were too many unpleasant reminders back to the orphanage I’d grown up in and I didn’t want to open that can of worms in my head. So I settled down on the bed, but in concession to the genuine indecision that I was feeling about Liam, I donned a long t-shirt. Faded and almost shapeless, it was the furthest thing from sexy.
***
Liam:
Well, fuck me, because I certainly didn’t have enough strength for this. The sight of Tia’s sprawled legs, her t-shirt riding up her ass and exposing her pert, round cheeks to me? My dick leaped erect almost instantaneously, and I gritted my teeth and ducked into the bathroom across the landing.
It had been entirely too long since I’d masturbated in my parents’ house, and if I stopped to think about it, my desperation would have seemed quite funny. But Tia in my bed, spread open and soft, and I was supposed to curl up next to her like a saint and not touch her?
Damn right, Callahan, I thought sternly. That’s exactly what you are supposed to do. You are not ruled by your dick; you do have a brain and a conscience.
I got back to the bedroom, stripped to my boxers, and lay down next to her. She stirred in her sleep and mumbled something, and I grinned at the sleepy tone of displeasure. You did not wake Tia up when she were sleeping, not unless you were willing to get your head bitten off. My rabbit hated any interruption to her rest.
One hand reached out to curl around me as I lay there. She moved in her sleep, her one leg draping over my hips, and her head snuggling on my shoulder. My heart clenched, painfully, and so did my dick, and because it was Tia, and I was completely in love, I ignored my dick ruthlessly. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.
***
I was having the best dream. Tia’s
“Shouldn’t I stay up to meet your sisters?” I asked him in a low tone, worried that his family would think me rude and anti-social for being in bed by nine.
“You can meet them in the morning, rabbit,” he said. “You’ve been working since six this morning. Get some rest.”
“Okay,” I mumbled. I said goodnight to Liam’s parents and went to the bedroom. There, I stared at the bed for a few seconds. I was debating sleeping on the floor, then my shoulders straightened in resolution. Liam had said he wouldn’t touch me unless I wanted him to. I trusted him implicitly.
Admit it, I thought to myself. You aren’t worried that he’s going to jump you. You are concerned that you are going to jump him. That night with Liam had opened the floodgates of my libido. I was fighting hard to think with my mind, not my pussy, because all my body could think about was Liam, and how incredible he’d felt against me. In me. Touching me and stroking me, and spanking me firmly.
I bit my lip, thinking of the stinging slaps on my inside thighs earlier this evening. I’d wanted the blows to land on my pussy. I’d wanted to see his palm glisten with my wetness when he hit me, and I’d wanted him to make me lick my juice off his fingers.
Stop it, Tia, I chided. Stop fucking with him. Either you are in, or you are out. This kind of in-between indecision isn’t fair to anyone.
But yet, indecision was all I could manage. Had Liam not been as important a friend, perhaps I would have slept with him happily, quite content to trade friendship for amazing sex. But despite whatever he said, I didn’t really believe him when he said he’d never stop being my friend, because that was bullshit. He had no idea what the future could hold. Any sentence that had the words never and always in it was a lie. Undoubtedly, a well-intentioned lie, and maybe he believed in the truth of what he said. But I had learned in painful ways to not believe the words of men, not even ones I trusted with every fibre of my soul.
After all that, the right thing to do would have been to sleep on the floor, but there were too many unpleasant reminders back to the orphanage I’d grown up in and I didn’t want to open that can of worms in my head. So I settled down on the bed, but in concession to the genuine indecision that I was feeling about Liam, I donned a long t-shirt. Faded and almost shapeless, it was the furthest thing from sexy.
***
Liam:
Well, fuck me, because I certainly didn’t have enough strength for this. The sight of Tia’s sprawled legs, her t-shirt riding up her ass and exposing her pert, round cheeks to me? My dick leaped erect almost instantaneously, and I gritted my teeth and ducked into the bathroom across the landing.
It had been entirely too long since I’d masturbated in my parents’ house, and if I stopped to think about it, my desperation would have seemed quite funny. But Tia in my bed, spread open and soft, and I was supposed to curl up next to her like a saint and not touch her?
Damn right, Callahan, I thought sternly. That’s exactly what you are supposed to do. You are not ruled by your dick; you do have a brain and a conscience.
I got back to the bedroom, stripped to my boxers, and lay down next to her. She stirred in her sleep and mumbled something, and I grinned at the sleepy tone of displeasure. You did not wake Tia up when she were sleeping, not unless you were willing to get your head bitten off. My rabbit hated any interruption to her rest.
One hand reached out to curl around me as I lay there. She moved in her sleep, her one leg draping over my hips, and her head snuggling on my shoulder. My heart clenched, painfully, and so did my dick, and because it was Tia, and I was completely in love, I ignored my dick ruthlessly. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.
***
I was having the best dream. Tia’s
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