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down with every breath. She was such a perfect, perky little thing. I wanted to turn her around and fuck her right then and there. But she was obviously way too spent for that.
It was the first time anyone had eaten her out. Could Mike have been any worse of a boyfriend to her? Like, what kind of guy does a girl and doesn’t let her experience that ?
Fucking dick. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway, obviously.
“So, did you like that? Doing what I tell you isn’t that bad, is it?” I asked her. I knew the answer already, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her tell me how good I was.
“Oh my God. How did you do that? That was amazing.”
Reaching down onto the floor I grabbed her clothes and handed them back to her.
“It’s a trade secret.”
“Learned through plenty of practice, I imagine?” Olivia asked. How was I supposed to answer that? Well, it wasn’t like pretending I was some kind of innocent virgin man was ever going to work. So I just shrugged.
“Maybe. Ok, yes. Definitely. But I brought out my A-game for you, Kitten. Not everyone gets that.”
She put her clothes back on and started to reach for the panties on my desk, but I grabbed her wrist and she looked up at me with those cute little kitten eyes, and I wondered how they’d look when she was on her knees looking up at me. I knew that I’d find out soon enough.
“Not a chance, Kitten. You gave me these, so now they’re mine. You can spend the rest of the day knowing that I’ve got them.”
I could tell she wanted to protest, wanted to beg me to let her wear her panties again for the rest of the day, but as if she knew it wasn’t going to work, she didn’t actually say anything.
Olivia looked like she was going to leave, then paused.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“No. I mean yes. Yes, definitely,” she replied, looking a bit annoyed that I had read her thoughts. Well, when she made it that obvious, she couldn’t be that surprised that I figured it out, could she?
“So… shoot.”
Olivia looked at the seat in front of my desk and decided to sit down in it.
“Look… if we’re going to do this… I don’t want it to be… you know…”
I waited patiently for her to get the thought out.
“I want there to be some guidelines, some rules,” she finally spat out.
I had to laugh. I couldn’t help myself. This was so perfectly Olivia. The straight-A student, the girl who saw I was holding a party when she was in tenth grade with a bunch of college freshmen and instead of helping herself just scrunched up her nose and went upstairs to study. On a Friday night.
So the fact that she wanted some rules to go along with our no-strings-attached fun was definitely not a surprise, but I still found it hilarious.
“What?” she asked in response to my laughter. “I’m serious!” She was so cute when she was angry.
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just so typically you to want to make a list of things we can and can’t do.”
“Well… those are my terms.”
“Alright, what rules do you want?”
“For one thing, this can only last for the summer.”
“Well duh, you’re going away somewhere afterwards. I guess you’re leaning towards Harvard now?”
“I haven’t decided yet. And it might be obvious, but I still want it on the record.”
“Duly noted. What else?”
“You absolutely under no circumstances can tell anyone about this.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Well, duh. Thanks captain obvious.”
“I’m just making sure,” Olivia replied defensively, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Ok, well you don’t need to worry. I promise I will keep the fact that I am banging my stepsister all to myself.”
“And I have one more rule.”
“Shoot.”
“Ok I don’t actually have a third rule. But I thought it sounded better with
It was the first time anyone had eaten her out. Could Mike have been any worse of a boyfriend to her? Like, what kind of guy does a girl and doesn’t let her experience that ?
Fucking dick. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway, obviously.
“So, did you like that? Doing what I tell you isn’t that bad, is it?” I asked her. I knew the answer already, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her tell me how good I was.
“Oh my God. How did you do that? That was amazing.”
Reaching down onto the floor I grabbed her clothes and handed them back to her.
“It’s a trade secret.”
“Learned through plenty of practice, I imagine?” Olivia asked. How was I supposed to answer that? Well, it wasn’t like pretending I was some kind of innocent virgin man was ever going to work. So I just shrugged.
“Maybe. Ok, yes. Definitely. But I brought out my A-game for you, Kitten. Not everyone gets that.”
She put her clothes back on and started to reach for the panties on my desk, but I grabbed her wrist and she looked up at me with those cute little kitten eyes, and I wondered how they’d look when she was on her knees looking up at me. I knew that I’d find out soon enough.
“Not a chance, Kitten. You gave me these, so now they’re mine. You can spend the rest of the day knowing that I’ve got them.”
I could tell she wanted to protest, wanted to beg me to let her wear her panties again for the rest of the day, but as if she knew it wasn’t going to work, she didn’t actually say anything.
Olivia looked like she was going to leave, then paused.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“No. I mean yes. Yes, definitely,” she replied, looking a bit annoyed that I had read her thoughts. Well, when she made it that obvious, she couldn’t be that surprised that I figured it out, could she?
“So… shoot.”
Olivia looked at the seat in front of my desk and decided to sit down in it.
“Look… if we’re going to do this… I don’t want it to be… you know…”
I waited patiently for her to get the thought out.
“I want there to be some guidelines, some rules,” she finally spat out.
I had to laugh. I couldn’t help myself. This was so perfectly Olivia. The straight-A student, the girl who saw I was holding a party when she was in tenth grade with a bunch of college freshmen and instead of helping herself just scrunched up her nose and went upstairs to study. On a Friday night.
So the fact that she wanted some rules to go along with our no-strings-attached fun was definitely not a surprise, but I still found it hilarious.
“What?” she asked in response to my laughter. “I’m serious!” She was so cute when she was angry.
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just so typically you to want to make a list of things we can and can’t do.”
“Well… those are my terms.”
“Alright, what rules do you want?”
“For one thing, this can only last for the summer.”
“Well duh, you’re going away somewhere afterwards. I guess you’re leaning towards Harvard now?”
“I haven’t decided yet. And it might be obvious, but I still want it on the record.”
“Duly noted. What else?”
“You absolutely under no circumstances can tell anyone about this.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Well, duh. Thanks captain obvious.”
“I’m just making sure,” Olivia replied defensively, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Ok, well you don’t need to worry. I promise I will keep the fact that I am banging my stepsister all to myself.”
“And I have one more rule.”
“Shoot.”
“Ok I don’t actually have a third rule. But I thought it sounded better with
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