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over my thighs. I pull my knees together so he can slide them
off, then feel his hands between them, pushing them back apart even wider.
My breath is fast now, and my eyes closed. My body hums with
energy. I gasp as I feel his mouth on my inner thigh. Even though I felt his
hands down there last night, this feels somehow much more intimate. He licks
across my lower belly and I feel his palms on top of my inner thighs, holding
them out and down onto the mattress.
Suddenly I feel his tongue curling against my clit, and I
let out a cry. Holy shit…I dig my fingers into the soft duvet cover as he blows
cool air against me, then envelopes me with his warm mouth. His tongue begins
to circle around me, and I feel an orgasm building up in me even faster than
before. I feel a slight pressure at my opening and bite my lip as he presses a
finger inside me, swirling it around as his tongue flicks back and forth. I
begin to ache with the building desire, and feel an unfamiliar pressure as he
slips a second finger inside me.
"Oh my god," I breathe, my breasts arching high
into the cool air as his every movement is enough to send another shot of
pleasure blasting through me. He begins to move faster, his tongue and fingers
working together. The pleasure reaches a painful apex inside me, and I feel
myself crest over it. It crashes over me and I leave my body for a moment,
absolutely consumed with pleasure.
I vaguely feel his tongue flick over me a couple times more
as I descend from the heights, brushing a strand of hair off my sweaty
forehead. He flops down next to me and I curl toward him.
"That was…I have no words. When can we have sex?"
I murmur, not completely aware of what I'm saying. All I know is, I want more
of this feeling.
He laughs quietly. "Soon. You're pretty tight. I mean
you're small, and a virgin, so I figured…but I don't want to hurt you. Let's
build up to it a little more."
"Fine," I sigh, shifting slightly. My thigh bumps
up against something, and I frown. "You're hard again," I say in
surprise as I look down.
"Watching you…it's fucking hot," he replies.
"Well, I'm not tired," I say, putting my hand on
his stomach and sliding it downward. "You?" I ask, as I wrap my
fingers around his shaft.
"Nope," he says, with a grin.
Chapter Twelve
My mom whips a rag at me, catching me by surprise.
"Daydreaming again? Maybe I need to find some new help," she teases
me. "What have you been thinking about all day?"
"This story I'm writing…can't figure out what happens
next," I reply, grabbing a rag and trying to whip her back. She laughs,
and I grin, feeling like we're back in the old days, before Ray and his family came
on the scene. Though the truth is, I wasn't thinking about a drawing…I was
thinking about what delicious things Jack might do to me in bed tonight. So
maybe not exactly like the old days.
My mom does look good, though. She's glowing as she jokes
around with a customer, then returns to the kitchen window to put in an order.
"Your hair looks nice like that, by the way," she
says, nodding at my braid.
"Oh, thanks," I say, a little self-consciously.
"I saw it in a magazine." I've found myself caring a bit more about
how I look lately, and I can't tell yet whether that's a good or bad thing.
Sometimes I think that it's because Jack is paying such close attention to my
body, and it gives me a new awareness of it, like my relationship with my own
body is changing.
"Fancy," she replies, wiggling her eyebrows. She
glances toward the door as it jingles. "Isn't that one of the kids from
your class?" she asks nonchalantly.
I glance toward the door. "Oh my god, he was right. He
came back."
"What?"
"That's Miles. We went to school together," I
murmur, turning my back to him as he walks over to an open booth.
"Yeah, I just said—Oh, you have a crush on him!"
she squeals, and I turn bright red.
"Mom! Sh!"
"Sorry, sorry." She glances back at him.
"He's here all by himself. Now that's
off, then feel his hands between them, pushing them back apart even wider.
My breath is fast now, and my eyes closed. My body hums with
energy. I gasp as I feel his mouth on my inner thigh. Even though I felt his
hands down there last night, this feels somehow much more intimate. He licks
across my lower belly and I feel his palms on top of my inner thighs, holding
them out and down onto the mattress.
Suddenly I feel his tongue curling against my clit, and I
let out a cry. Holy shit…I dig my fingers into the soft duvet cover as he blows
cool air against me, then envelopes me with his warm mouth. His tongue begins
to circle around me, and I feel an orgasm building up in me even faster than
before. I feel a slight pressure at my opening and bite my lip as he presses a
finger inside me, swirling it around as his tongue flicks back and forth. I
begin to ache with the building desire, and feel an unfamiliar pressure as he
slips a second finger inside me.
"Oh my god," I breathe, my breasts arching high
into the cool air as his every movement is enough to send another shot of
pleasure blasting through me. He begins to move faster, his tongue and fingers
working together. The pleasure reaches a painful apex inside me, and I feel
myself crest over it. It crashes over me and I leave my body for a moment,
absolutely consumed with pleasure.
I vaguely feel his tongue flick over me a couple times more
as I descend from the heights, brushing a strand of hair off my sweaty
forehead. He flops down next to me and I curl toward him.
"That was…I have no words. When can we have sex?"
I murmur, not completely aware of what I'm saying. All I know is, I want more
of this feeling.
He laughs quietly. "Soon. You're pretty tight. I mean
you're small, and a virgin, so I figured…but I don't want to hurt you. Let's
build up to it a little more."
"Fine," I sigh, shifting slightly. My thigh bumps
up against something, and I frown. "You're hard again," I say in
surprise as I look down.
"Watching you…it's fucking hot," he replies.
"Well, I'm not tired," I say, putting my hand on
his stomach and sliding it downward. "You?" I ask, as I wrap my
fingers around his shaft.
"Nope," he says, with a grin.
Chapter Twelve
My mom whips a rag at me, catching me by surprise.
"Daydreaming again? Maybe I need to find some new help," she teases
me. "What have you been thinking about all day?"
"This story I'm writing…can't figure out what happens
next," I reply, grabbing a rag and trying to whip her back. She laughs,
and I grin, feeling like we're back in the old days, before Ray and his family came
on the scene. Though the truth is, I wasn't thinking about a drawing…I was
thinking about what delicious things Jack might do to me in bed tonight. So
maybe not exactly like the old days.
My mom does look good, though. She's glowing as she jokes
around with a customer, then returns to the kitchen window to put in an order.
"Your hair looks nice like that, by the way," she
says, nodding at my braid.
"Oh, thanks," I say, a little self-consciously.
"I saw it in a magazine." I've found myself caring a bit more about
how I look lately, and I can't tell yet whether that's a good or bad thing.
Sometimes I think that it's because Jack is paying such close attention to my
body, and it gives me a new awareness of it, like my relationship with my own
body is changing.
"Fancy," she replies, wiggling her eyebrows. She
glances toward the door as it jingles. "Isn't that one of the kids from
your class?" she asks nonchalantly.
I glance toward the door. "Oh my god, he was right. He
came back."
"What?"
"That's Miles. We went to school together," I
murmur, turning my back to him as he walks over to an open booth.
"Yeah, I just said—Oh, you have a crush on him!"
she squeals, and I turn bright red.
"Mom! Sh!"
"Sorry, sorry." She glances back at him.
"He's here all by himself. Now that's
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