There was a laminated sheet on the bed. She picked it up, and began reading from it.
“Recommended Procedure.”
I stifled a giggle. She shot a smile at me and sat down on the bed. I sat down about half a foot from her.
“First, introduce yourselves!”
We looked at each other sheepishly. That should have been the obvious thing to do when we met. I realized that she was here for the same reason as me. It made me feel a bit better.
“Hi, um, I’m Paul.” I stuck out my hand awkwardly.
She took it. She had a strong grip.
“Cassandra. Um. Cassie, normally, to my friends, and I guess to guys I’m about to screw. Um nice to meet you.”
I managed to spit out a “likewise”, and our social ritual was complete. It took her a second to let go of my hand though.
“Then, talk a bit about yourselves!”
I won’t bore you with the awkward small talk and petty details. We liked some of the same authors. We liked some of the same movies. We both played Dungeons and Dragons. We both went mainly to shut up our parents, although we admitted (to each other, if not ourselves), that curiosity had at least played a role.
After about ten minutes of small talk, we were both relaxed. She was leaning against me. I had an arm around her (the next step had been to establish some physical contact, and explain our reasons for coming). Her hair tickled my neck.
“Now, tell each other your favourite sexual fantasy!” Cassie had an excellent perky adult impersonation. Still, there’s only so much you can soften a statement like that.
Neither of us spoke for a minute. I think we both had appalled expressions, although lacking a mirror I couldn’t be sure of the state of my own face. Horror was also likely.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” I suggested.
She gave me a look of mock surprise. “That’s not a normal sex fantasy.”
I laughed, more to break some tension than because the joke deserved it.
She smiled, and then held out her fist.
I made sure to state “best two out of three” before we started. She lost.
Cassie cleared her throat once, and then again after a short pause. She shifted against me. I wrapped my other arm around her, and gently squeezed her to me.
“My favourite fantasy is, um.” She breathed deeply.
“I like to imagine that I’m held down, or chained down. And there is this guy. Several guys, it doesn’t matter, I’m blindfolded, I can’t see, and I can’t talk. And they’re touching me, and licking me, and getting me right to the edge of orgasm. And then they stop. And I writhe, and I try to beg them, and try to press against them, and I can’t. They aren’t letting me come. They keep me like that for hours, using all kinds of things, until my need is too much. And they keep going until it’s more than too much. Until I’d do anything if it meant I’d come. And then once I’m even further gone, one of them finally puts his dick in me, and he slowly, oh so slowly brings me to orgasm. And it’s more than I can take, and all I can see is light, and my whole body is on fire from the pleasure, and I pass out.”
She was breathing hard when she finished. I was just plain hard. She looked up at me, hiding her eyes under her lashes. Her face was the reddest I’d seen it.
I licked my lips. “That is incredibly hot.” My voice was huskier than I intended it to be.
She smiled. It was an open, delighted smile. And then she kissed me. It was awkward, we really didn’t know what we were doing, and our noses hit, and our glasses bumped. But it was sweet, even if it only lasted for a second.
“Your turn!” She trilled at me.
She had shared openly and truly. I would do the same. I gulped.
“So, I’m this kid. Younger than I am, maybe fourteen. For whatever reason, I’m in foster care, and I go to this new house. It’s all women there, a mom and her three adopted daughters. And at first everything is normal. But then things start to change. I have a shower, and then youngest daughter; maybe a year older than me joins me. And she soaps me all up, and gets me all bothered and doesn’t seem to notice. And when I frantically masturbate that night, another one joins me and helps me out. And then the oldest one has me eat her out. And finally, the mom calls me to a family meeting, and makes me strip in front of all of them. And right there, I have sex with the one closest to my age, and she enjoys it, and then things continue from there. It’s not really one fantasy; it’s a bunch of related ones. But I always liked the idea of learning. Of finding out what these girls liked and giving it to them.”
She kissed me again after I shared. This turned out to be clever on her part, because the next step was: “become comfortable kissing each other!”
We both weren’t what you’d call experienced when it came to kissing. It took a while for us to learn to keep all of the saliva inside of our mouths. It was messy. We tried to be subtle, but I’m sure it looked like we were trying to devour each other’s faces. I didn’t care because it was fun! It felt nice. It wasn’t the sort of sharp-edged compelling nice that came before an orgasm. It was a warm, slow, soft nice.
Eventually we even figured out how to use our tongues. Her tongue was soft. When it hit mine I expected to fell a shock, or a spark or something. Alas, no alchemy occurred. It felt nice, but it was difficult to decouple the whole “so this is what tongues feel like to tongues” aspect from all of it.
The next step was to get naked. We decided to make out for another twenty minutes before taking that particular dive. Approximately twenty minutes, that is. We weren’t going to time ourselves. Twenty minutes was just a stand in for “until we get more comfortable”.
I really concentrated on the feelings. Her hand pressed tight to the small of my back, the roughness of her slightly chapped lips, her fine hair tangled in my fingers (she’d taken it out of its ponytail, earlier). Our tongues met, and when they did it was like old friends meeting, pleasant and cordial. Sometimes, I explored her teeth. They felt clean and hard. Sometimes I felt her tongue on my teeth, and it was an odd and exciting sensation. I felt both more, and less than I would have expected.
Finally we were satisfied, or perhaps horny enough that we were eager to get on with things. We broke apart, and then kissed quickly again, and then broke for good. She giggled awkwardly. I stood up, and offered her a hand. She took it. Her hand was a bit damp.
“One piece at a time?” I asked her.
She took a step back from me, so that we each had some room.
“One piece at a time,” she agreed.
I took off a sock. Hey! It counts.
She took off a sock. I suppose if I was going to defect, she saw no use in cooperating.
I took off my other sock. I wiggled my toes.
She took off her other sock.
Was the lack of eroticism just because it was socks? I though stripping was supposed to be erotic, not amusing.
I took off my t-shirt. I was self conscious, and it got stuck on my glasses, taking them with it. She giggled as I looked for them (in best Velma style). When I found them, put them back on, and looked at her, her pants were off.
She had plain white panties. They were soaked through in the front. She was looking down at them like they’d betrayed her.
“I didn’t pee myself, honest!”
I laughed. “I think the video did mention something like this could happen.”
She just shook her head ruefully. “Come on you, off with your pants!”
I didn’t know how to take off my pants seductively, so I settled for taking them off normally. I stepped backwards out of them. My boner was pretty clearly visible through my underwear.
“I don’t think you’re the only one who has gotten a bit excited,” I said with a rueful grin. I was embarrassed, but I’d also just had my tongue in her mouth, so I figured it wasn’t unexpected. Besides, things are a bit less embarrassing once you’ve had your tongue in someone’s mouth, with that person at least.
She took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which I already knew because I hadn’t felt one when snuggling with her. I may be inexperienced, but I can make inferences based on observation like a pro.
Her breasts were very small, like I’d noticed earlier. It’s not that they weren’t there or anything. They just didn’t protrude. Her areolae were large, and tan. Her nipples weren’t large, but they were standing up. I supposed they were like my dick, that way.
She kind of tried to cover herself, with her hands, and she flushed red. “I’m sorry! I’m really flat.” There were tears in her eyes. I wondered if she’d been teased for being flat. I’d been teased enough to consider other kids little better than jackals.
I took a step towards her, and drew her to me in a hug. I kissed the top of her hair. “You’re beautiful. That’s why I was looking at you on the bus. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful because of everything you are. If you change one thing, you wouldn’t be you. It’s okay. Hey, it’s okay.”
She was crying quite a bit, and I was babbling whatever came to mind. This sort of thing wasn’t exactly an area I had expertise in. But I held her, and I stroked her back, and I called her beautiful, and eventually she stopped crying, and eventually she made a joke about how silly we both must have looked, and we laughed and the tension broke.
I was fiercely glad she was with me. What if she’d been with some ass who would have teased her for her lack of breast? The thought of someone hurting her when she was vulnerable made me angry, and I had to remind myself that no one had, that there was no reason to be angry.
“Come on Paul, one last piece!” We were standing again, and now she was prompting me. I gathered my courage (I’ve always loved the expression “gird your loins” for when a man is being convinced to be brave, but it would be singularly incorrect to use it at this point), and pushed down my boxers. My cock sprang free.
I didn’t have the insecurities she had about her breasts when it came to my penis. I had the Internet, knowledge of what a mean was, and a ruler. I was average in this regard. No man wants to be average. But it’s something I can live with.
She looked at it rather intensely. She took a step forward. “Can I er… can I touch it? I’ve never touched one before.” (The movie had been rather explicit about the need to ask permission before you touched someone intimately).
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