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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Wish - Chapter 7


Liam sat by himself on the school lawn between the middle and high schools. He was vaguely watching Sarita eat lunch with her friends, but wasn't close enough to actually see her. It was more like he could see her glow emanating from a group of girls.
You're that new kid from Ireland, right?” Ianto asked, startling him so completely that he practically jumped to his feet. “Oh! I didn't mean to scare you!”
Liam stared at Ianto with a red face. He was immediately confused by the rush of warm feelings that washed over him. He had a crazy urge to hug this guy he hadn't even talked to yet!
Are you okay?” Ianto asked in concern.
Unable to speak, and flustered because he couldn't understand why, Liam nodded his head sharply twice.
Are you sure, you look like you're about to be sick,” Ianto murmured, tempted to check the boy for a fever.
I... I... I'm... Fine...” Liam finally managed to say. He took a step away from Ianto. If his lunch and backpack were not on the ground, he'd be very tempted to run away.
Deciding to drop the matter, Ianto smiled at Liam. “I'm on my way to eat lunch with Sarita again. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you joined us.”
Liam looked down. He really wanted to run and hide, but he also wanted to stay by Ianto's side. This made it hard for him to do anything at all.
Ianto gave up with a soft sigh. “Well... see ya!”
As Ianto walked away, Liam gathered up his stuff and rushed after him. He really didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Sarita and her friends, but he just couldn't seem to let Ianto walk away. Gathering up his courage, he tugged on Ianto's sleeve.
Something wrong?” Ianto asked in concern, stopping to look at Liam.
H-h-here!” Liam forced himself to say as he handed Ianto a coconut almond cookie he had baked that morning.
I can have this?” Ianto asked, trying to encourage Liam to speak.
Liam nodded, and then wobbled awkwardly as his need to run away fought with his need to stay close to Ianto. Deciding not to press the issue, Ianto simply smiled. He also beckoned Liam to keep following him as he ate the cookie.
Thank you for the cookie, it delicious,” Ianto praised. Mentally, he sighed. Why do I always seem to attract the painfully shy ones?
Sarita spotted her boyfriend walking over to her and lit up like a christmas tree. Then she noticed Liam marching stiffly behind him. Her smile faded just a bit as she watched Liam. For some reason, he had been on her mind a lot.
I think I'm just worried about him,” she muttered to herself.
Did you say something?” Talya asked curiously.
Nothing important,” Sarita said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Ianto stopped in front of Sarita and smiled at her, and then checked the time on his cellphone. He sighed in disappointment. “Well, I was hoping to eat lunch with you, but now I realize that I just don't have enough time.”
Sarita leapt to her feet. “I brought leftover cherry cheesecake for my dessert today. You want some?” She held it out like an offering to a God.
Of course!” He stated as he took it. He then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
Sarita could hear her friends all purring or squealing softly as if they found this scene adorable. She blushed. Strangely, she was highly tempted to look over at Liam.
Do you want to go to a movie with me tomorrow?” Ianto asked.
Sarita looked around, mildly embarrassed to be so lovey dovey with her boyfriend in front of everyone. She noticed that Liam had made himself comfortable under a nearby tree and now practically glared at her.
I'd love to!” Sarita replied, grinning at Ianto.
Great! I'll come over after dinner tomorrow,” Ianto stated with a happy grin.
No, come over before dinner. I'll make stirfry,” Sarita suggested, and then added a little honey to the pot. “And I'll bake cupcakes.”
Sounds perfect!” Ianto agreed, and then gave her a tiny kiss on the lips. “But I should run, the warning bell is about to ring.”
Later!” Sarita called out after him as he rushed away. She couldn't help but stare dreamily at him. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest.
Her friends all burst out giggling – except for Talya. Sarita turned to look at them. “What's so funny?”
The only thing more adorable than watching you with your boyfriend is watching the expression on Talya's face as she videoed the entire thing!”
Sarita shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Talya's always taking pictures of or filming me!” She chuckled. “I'm really used to it by now!”
Her friends continued to giggle for a few moments, and then one of them sighed in disappointment. “I've got to run to the computer lab and finish up an assignment.”
We'll go with you,” the other two insisted. The three of them stood up and waved to Sarita and Talya.
Perfect!” Talya exclaimed, waving at her friends as they walked away. “We can talk about what you're going to wear on your date! I have a new outfit that I would just love for you to wear!”
Before Sarita could respond, one of her friends stopped suddenly, just barely within hearing distance. “Grr! I wish my phone would stop acting up! It just randomly called my dad at work!”
Sarita waved and called out: “I hope your phone behaves for you!”
Talya – not having paid any attention to the fact that Liam was lurking under a tree behind her – gasped softly. “Did you just grant her wish?”
Yep!” Sarita answered with a happy grin.
But Indigo usually tells you not to grant those little wishes!” Talya blurted out incredulously.
I decided to do it anyway, and Indigo said that I would probably be alright doing it because I'm me,” Sarita explained. Indigo purred softly from where he sat invisibly on her shoulder.
I still say that it's stupid of you to use your magic like that in public,” Liam grumbled, crawling closer to them.
Liam knows?!?!” Talya gasped in astonishment.
He can see me using my magic,” Sarita explained with a shrug. She turned to talk to Liam directly. “I've decided that I don't care who knows, I'm going to use my magic anyway. I like making people happy.”
Really?” Talya asked with a tone like this was the best news she'd heard in a while. “Then I have a friend you should talk to. Her parents refuse to give her a car for her birthday, but she really wants it so that she can get a part time job and save up for college. Maybe you can – I don't know – hope she wins one or something.”
Sarita grinned at Talya, kissing her on the cheek for a change. “That's brilliant!” She then rummaged through her bag and handed her friend a business card. “Give her that and tell her to call me.”
Talya read the card:
Wishes by Sarita
Let me grant your wish
Call or text
Is it a good idea to give out your cellphone number?” Talya asked, frowning in concern.
Sarita shrugged. “Why not? If I get a lot of prank calls, I could always grant my wish that only serious callers get through.”
Talya laughed. “Have I told you lately how awesome you are?”
Sarita rolled her eyes and muttered: “Whatever...”
Liam growled softly. “I just wish – uh! I mean I pray that you'll be careful!”
I will,” Sarita promised him with a soft smile. She then handed him a business card too. “Just in case you have any friends who have wishes for me.”
Liam stared at the card blankly for a moment, and then tucked it in his pocket. A light blush betrayed the fact that he realized that he now had her number too. He really wasn't sure how he felt about that.
So what about you?” Sarita asked, changing the subject. “Any idea what it is you're supposed to do here?”
Liam glanced nervously at Talya before shaking his head. “No...”
Talya was keenly interested in the way the two of them interacted. They seemed very comfortable – like childhood friends – and yet just a bit awkward. She had no trouble at all seeing the way Liam stared at Sarita as if she represented a profound enigma... And Sarita mildly avoided looking directly at Liam, which suggested that he troubled her in some way.
Oh...” Talya exhaled softly in understanding. “Interesting...”
What's interesting?” Sarita wondered with a puzzled frown.
Oh nothing,” Talya denied airily. “Hey Liam, since you're still new here and probably haven't made too many friends, why don't you come over to my house with Sarita after school?”
Er...” Liam droned for a second. “I... I guess I could...”
Excellent!” Talya cackled in a way that made Liam extremely nervous. Sarita laughed almost silently, shaking her head because she knew exactly what was on Talya's mind.
The warning bell for the middle school rang just then.
We'd better get to class.”


After school, Liam rode silently with Sarita and Talya in the back of a limo. He was strangely calm, even if he still couldn't understand what he was doing with them. It just felt right somehow.
Talya giggled abruptly. “I'm sorry if riding in a limo makes you nervous. I can't help it though, if there's going to be enough room for everyone, I either need to ride in a limo or a van.”
I've ridden in limos before,” Liam admitted with a shrug. “Why do you need bodyguards?”
I have no idea!” Talya stated with a laugh. “My mom insists on them. Thankfully, she's loosened up a little in the past couple of months, but since she's gone so much on business, I guess she just wants to make sure that I'm not lonely.”
They arrived at Talya's house just then, a huge security gate opening to let them into the estate. Liam looked around at all the lush greenery and flowers. Without realizing it, he let out a happy sigh.
This looks a little bit like my home back in Ireland. The plants look so happy and well cared for!” Liam pointed to a huge old tree off in the corner of the property. “You even have a guardian!”
Talya bit her lip as she stared at the tree. “I'm told that my great great grandpa had an accident and died not too long after he built this place, and his wife buried him under that tree.”
That's probably him I see then,” Liam murmured. “A man in his 50s with short black hair and a nice suit.”
Wow...” Talya murmured, impressed. “I'll show you his portrait to be sure, but it sounds like you described him pretty well.”
G-g-g-ghost!” Sarita stuttered, clinging to Talya.
Talya delighted in putting an arm around her friend and stroking her hair. “Not to worry. He's never bothered us.”
B-b-b-but!” Sarita protested, burying her face in Talya's shoulder.
He's a guardian,” Liam stated with a confused frown. “He wouldn't hurt you unless you were trying to hurt his family.”
Still!” Sarita wailed, clinging to Talya as if her life depended on it. Talya simply grinned and wrapped her arms around Sarita.
Deborah shook her head at Sarita's silliness, opened the car door, and then stepped out of the limo. “Ojo-sama,” she murmured playfully. This was japanese for young lady, which is what the bodyguards had fallen into the habit of calling their charge.
Talya really wanted to continue holding Sarita for as long as possible, but she opted to grab her hand instead. “Come on! I've got so much I want to do today!”
Liam followed the two inside the large mansion. It was between a hundred and two hundred years old, and also reminded him a bit of his home back in Ireland. “Only my house is a couple hundred years older!” He whispered to himself.
Bring a pot of Sarita's favorite tea!” Talya called out as she dragged her best friend to her bedroom.
Liam looked around Talya's bedroom a bit enviously. “Okay, that's different,” he muttered. His family home was big, but it was also crowded. Therefore, he had a smaller bedroom that he had to share with a cousin.
Talya's room could almost be considered a small apartment. She had an area for her actual bedroom, a larger area that seemed to be like a living room, a corner full of bookshelves lined with books, and what looked like a design studio. Talya grinned at Liam when she saw him looking at her sewing machine.
I love to make costumes and clothing in general. Especially for Sarita! Then I simply adore taking her picture while she wears what I've made. Over there,” Talya pointed to a door. “Is a closet full of costumes I've made, and over there,” she pointed to another door. “Is a theater where I view slide shows of the pictures and any videos I've recorded.” She then shrugged indifferently and pointed at a third door. “And that's the bathroom.”
Must be nice...” Liam muttered, a tiny bit jealous. “Do you have to share all this with anyone?”
Nope! I'm an only child,” Talya stated cheerfully even though she was obviously disappointed by this fact.
Talya shook off her sudden depression and grabbed Liam by the hand. When he resisted following her, she turned him in the direction of her closet and pushed him quite forcefully. He made noises of protest, but ended up in her closet anyway.
You're the first boy that I've managed to talk into coming over, so you get the honor of being the first boy to model for me!” Talya announced with an overly innocent grin.
What?!?!” Liam roared in dismay.
Talya pointed to a cowboy outfit. It looked a bit old fashioned, done in shades of brown trimmed in white. Liam was reminded of a movie he had once seen set in the American old west.
Take that into the bathroom and put it on!” Talya insisted.
Liam inhaled deeply so that he could shout at her. Just then, it occurred to him that he really didn't have anything better to do today, and at least this way, he was making a new friend. He let out all his breath in a huge sigh of defeat.
Okay fine...” He took the costume and brought it into the bathroom.
Now for you!” Talya exclaimed happily. “You should definitely wear the matching costume!”
Sarita pointed to the fluffy pink and white gingham dress. “That one, right?”
Yep!” Talya confirmed.
The two of them were used to changing quickly, so they were done before Liam emerged from the bathroom. He looked almost adorable in his costume, and blushed lightly. He even wore matching boots, which he stared at as he ground one toe into the carpet.
I look ridiculous!” He groaned.
No you don't!” Talya assured him. She gestured for her bodyguards slash assistants to come closer. “Hair and makeup please!”
Sarita simply sat in a chair that she always sat in while an assistant guided Liam into the chair Talya normally sat in. Liam fought slightly.
Guys don't wear make up!”
Talya laughed. “Yes they do! Models and actors wear make up all the time, and so do a lot of other guys. It's just usually not noticeable at all, and I promise, it won't look like you are wearing anything.”
Liam sighed and caved into her will. He had a feeling that she wouldn't actually force him to do anything, but that he'd end up doing exactly as she said anyway. It seemed easier to just not fight her.
When the assistants were done, both Sarita and Liam looked like they could really be in the old west. Talya dragged Sarita to the corner where she had set up her photography equipment. The lighting and backdrops hid the bookshelves and made the corner look like the outside of an old west building.
Test shots!” Talya called out and Sarita responded by striking a couple of random poses. Talya squealed happily that her equipment was working perfectly, and then beckoned urgently to Liam. “Come on already!”
Liam walked into the area hesitantly. “And what is it that I'm supposed to do?”
Pull out the prop gun and pretend to shoot things,” Talya suggested.
Liam shrugged and then did as suggested. As he did so, Sarita stood behind him with an expression like he was shooting something amazing. Each time he turned slightly to pretend to shoot something else, she'd change her expression. Sometimes she looked frightened and sometimes she looked like she was congratulating him.
God I just love you so damn much!” Talya squealed when Sarita had a comical expression of: Oh my!
Sarita laughed. “I love you too!”
We have to take this shoot outside!” Talya decided abruptly. “I want to get a couple shots of you two dancing like in an old black and white movie. After that, we can take a break and change costumes.”
What should we wear next?” Sarita wondered.
I want to stick to the theme. Hmm... OH!!!” Her face suddenly burst with joy. “I know exactly what I want you two to wear, but it's a secret for now!”
Sarita laughed. “Oh...kay...”
Out on the very well-tended lawn – as far away from the scary tree as possible – Sarita held out her hand to Liam. “Do you know how to dance?”
Yes...” Liam admitted hesitantly. He wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to hold her so close so soon after befriending her.
Good!” Sarita exclaimed. “That'll make this easier!”
One of the assistants walked them through the basic steps for a dance that might have been popular during the time of their costumes. It was a sort of lively square dance, but made for a couple to dance rather than a crowd. Liam was concentrating so much on the steps that he forgot to be shy about dancing with Sarita.
The same was true for Sarita. Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to dance with a boy she barely knew, but the fact that she was making Talya so utterly happy was more than enough to push her embarrassment aside. Plus, dancing like this was surprisingly fun!
When Talya announced that she was satisfied with the shoot, they took a break and drank some tea. The three of them had warmed up to each other now, and chatted amicably about anything that came to mind. Liam told them a bit more about his large family.
Fairly soon, Talya beckoned them both back into her closet, and then handed Liam a costume inside a protective black bag. “Go put this on.”
Liam nodded and wandered over to the bathroom to change. While he was gone, Talya unzipped another protective bag to reveal Sarita's costume. It was an elaborate maroon, wide-skirted gown trimmed in black lace. It even had a matching bejeweled black lace collar and a bunch of hair ribbons to go with it.
Sarita exhaled in awe, absolutely loving the dress. She put it on quickly, Talya helping her lace up the corset and bodice. Talya placed the collar around Sarita's neck, and then slipped a matching silk rose around her wrist.
My assistant can put all the ribbons in your hair,” Talya stated, gesturing for Sarita to go sit in the chair.
Liam came out of the bathroom looking nervous again. “I look like I'm about to go to “prom” or something,” he muttered, using the American term so they'd know what he was talking about.
He was wearing an old fashioned black suit that might have been worn by a dashing gentleman in the Victorian era. He looked over at Sarita and saw that she was also wearing an elaborately fancy dress. “Oh...”
An assistant changed his hair and makeup ever so slightly to fit the costume. He watched them fuss over Sarita in a large mirror; utterly fascinated by her. When she caught him watching her, he looked away with an embarrassed blush.
Sarita looked down with a blush of her own.
Oh hold still!” The assistant working on her makeup admonished with a huff.
Eventually, they were both ready. Talya studied them while biting her lower lip in thought. “Hmm... I think we need to move to the ballroom...”
Her assistants all sighed, knowing what she had in mind, and then quickly left to go ready the ballroom for her. Talya busied herself gathering up her basic equipment. This left Sarita and Liam basically alone with nothing to do for the moment.
So...” Liam began. “Do you do this often?”
You'd be surprised!” Sarita answered with a giggle.
I'm going to open a costume shop when I graduate school, and Sarita is going to be my best model!” Talya informed him from the corner where she was packing up her camera and tripod.
Sarita shrugged. “Actually, that sounds like something I'd really like to do.” She then gave Liam a look that was just a little bit sad. “My mother was a model...”
Oh, no wonder,” Liam murmured softly, then blushed when he realized that the rest of that sentence was: you look so pretty.
Talya smirked at them, and then beckoned them to follow her. Soon enough, they were in the ballroom. It was rapidly being lit up by an astonishing amount of candles. The candles on the chandeliers alone seemed to radiate like a small sun! A sparkly one.
To make the atmosphere complete, ballroom music was played. The speakers were permanently placed around the room and the volume was set to a perfect medium that allowed them to easily hear it while still able to hear each other and Talya. Talya had her assistant walk them through a waltz and a different Victorian style dance. They practiced each dance a couple of times before doing them for real.
Talya photographed the practice sessions – which looked real enough in the pictures – and then videoed the actual dances. She had to hold her breath to stop from purring from sheer joy. This here was what made her life worth living!
When the second dance ended, a jingle interrupted them, completely ruining the mildly lovey dovey mood they had cultivated. Liam blushed and rushed to answer his phone – which he had stashed in his bag in a corner.
I want a copy of those pictures immediately!” A woman demanded in a tone that allowed for no argument.
Ma!” Liam gasped in astonishment.
Oh don't sound so surprised! I woke up from a dream to call you!” His mother announced, sounding half grumpy and half cheerful.
Liam turned as red as he possibly could, and then looked to the floor as he mumbled. “Me mam wants a copy of everything sent to her.”
Talya was astonished. “How did she know?!”
Wow,” Sarita murmured, realizing that his mother must have powerful magic.
Talya took the phone that Liam held out for her. “Do you want me to email them to you? It might be better for me to simply send you a link to my cloud after I've uploaded them.”
Whatever works best for you, dear,” Liam's mother purred happily. “And you must teach me whatever magic spell you used to get m'lad to cooperate so easily!”
Talya laughed. “If I figure that out, I'll let you know!” She wrote down the email information, and then promise to send the link as soon as possible.
It's after me bedtime here anyway, so don't feel like ya have to rush,” Liam's mom lilted in her beautiful accent.
Talya said goodbye and handed the phone back to Liam.
Bye ma,” Liam grumbled.
Wait, who's the girl you're dancing with?”
I'll call you later!” Liam insisted, blushing again. He hung up before his mother could insist that he spill his guts.
Talya offered to have one of her assistants drive him home after he changed. Liam ran off to do so. He really needed a few minutes to calm down. Leave it to me mam to embarrass me like that!
When he was leaving, he waved to the girls. “I had fun. Surprisingly. I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime.”
They called out goodbye, waving as the car drove off. Sarita then sighed and looked to the ground as she frowned.
What's wrong?” Talya asked.
I can't figure out why I keep thinking about Liam so much,” Sarita admitted.
I think it's normal. He is pretty darn cute after all,” Talya stated with a smirk.
Yeah, but I have a boyfriend!” Sarita exclaimed.
So? You can still look,” Talya informed her, kissing her on the cheek.
I guess...” Sarita murmured with a sigh.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

An Oral Lesson

She hastily jammed the butter knife back into the jar of homemade mayo, and then squished the slathered slice of sourdough bread on top of the ready and waiting other half of her sandwich. The knock came again, much more insistently. Taking a bite of her newly made sandwich, she rushed to open the door.
Oh hey, come on in,” she invited. “You hungry?”
Not really,” he murmured with a shake of his head.
Suit yourself,” she muttered with an uncaring shrug. “My brother won't be home for two or three more hours.”
Aw crap!” He exclaimed, turning around to leave.
Hey!” She called out. “What's wrong? You seem depressed.”
He stopped before he even had a chance to open the door. “I... I'm not sure I should tell you.”
She huffed indignantly. “You came here to ask my idiot brother for advice, but won't even consider asking me?”
Well... it's just... embarrassing...” he murmured, looking away with a blush.
Oh come on. I promise I won't laugh or anything like that,” she encouraged with her mouth full of sandwich as she covered the mayo and put it in the fridge.
He sighed morosely. “Well... Fine. You see, there's this girl I like. She has a bit of a reputation for being easy, so I thought: Why not?”
And she turned you down?” She asked sympathetically before taking another bite of her sandwich.
Well no, at least not at first,” he answered. Then he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “We were getting into it and I thought things were going pretty well, but then she stopped me and kicked me out of her car.”
Why?” She asked curiously.
He looked down, groaning. “She said that I clearly didn't know how to eat a girl and that I should learn what to do before asking to get with her again.”
Ouch! What a bitch!” She exclaimed. “She should have just told you what she likes if she's going to be picky.”
He sighed sadly again. “Yeah, well, she's not the first one to tell me this. Now I'm super paranoid! What if the next time I like a girl – and worse! What if she's the one – but she won't give me a chance because I suck at going down on her!”
If she's really the one, something like that won't stop her,” she assured him.
Yeah, but what if it does?!”
Oh for the love of –!” She practically slammed the leftover half of her sandwich on a plate, and then shoved it in the fridge. “You're not going to drive away the right girl just because you haven't practiced tonguing a bunch of other girls!”
See?! This is why I didn't want to tell you! You don't understand! This isn't the first time this has happened to me and now I can't help but drive myself crazy wondering why I'm so bad!” He cried out in frustration.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him across the kitchen until they walked through a door. Then she sort of whipped him around so that he would land on her bed. Impatiently, she stripped off her shirt. He was so confused by basically being thrown on a bed at first, that he didn't notice what she was doing. By the time he thought to look up and over at her, she was already unzipping her jeans.
There's only one way you're ever going to know what you're doing, and that's to just practice it until you're confident in your skills,” she informed him matter of factly. Her tone was practically flat, as if she was saying: Of course the sky is blue.
Wait, what?” He blurted out in confusion. “You can't mean that! Your brother will absolutely kill me if I so much as think about having sex with you!”
Lucky for you he's not here then,” she muttered, having stripped completely by this point. She climbed onto the bed, reclining on one elbow as she spread her legs and grabbed his hand. “You should start by locating her clit with your finger or thumb.” As she said this, she stuck his hand between her legs.
Whoa! Wait!” He blurted out in astonishment. “I'm serious in that your brother will kill me for this!”
Forget about him,” she insisted. “I can have sex – or not have sex – with whomever I want, and if he dares to suggest otherwise, I've got plenty of dirt on him! If he finds out about this and threatens any such violence, gently remind him that I have photographic evidence that he seriously doesn't want me showing his girlfriend!”
He looked at her warily for a moment. “You'd use the dirt you have on your brother just to help me out?”
Yeah, well, this is something I can do to help. Otherwise, what do you plan to do? It's not like my brother can give you hands on tips about going down on a girl.”
That's true...” he murmured in thought.
Okay, as I was saying, use your finger or thumb to locate her clit – which is this right here if you didn't know,” she pointed out, rubbing her clit with one of his fingers.
He blushed. “Yeah, I knew that.”
But despite what you may have heard, girls very often don't like having fingers here. Fingers can be too rough. They can unintentionally scratch or just plain irritate. So, once you've located her clit – if you plan to continue using your finger – use some lube. Otherwise, prepare to put your tongue on it,” she advised.
He frowned. “You make it sound like I should just dive right in, but everything I've ever read says that I should take my time and work into it slowly.”
That depends on the girl. If she's shy or uncomfortable or not fully into it yet, then diving right in is probably just going to make her even more uncomfortable. That's the type of girl you want to go slow with. But not too slowly!” She added urgently. “Don't lose her interest!”
O...kay...” he murmured, wondering how he could avoid losing a girl's interest in that situation.
Now, for me – especially right now – I know that you're going to be sticking your tongue down there and that's what I want, so you don't need to go slow or make kinky detours.”
She reinforced this sentiment by firmly pushing his head down between her legs. They both had to adjust their positions slightly in order to be comfortable, but then he hesitated. Looking at her, he cleared his throat.
Are you sure about this?” He asked, really apprehensive about her changing her mind and telling her brother to kick his ass.
I'm sure,” she stated, using two fingers on one hand to spread her labia open. She used the pointer finger of her other hand to gesture toward her clit. “You can warm up by licking all over a couple of times, but I expect your tongue to focus on my clit fairly quickly.”
He took a deep breath to prepare himself, and then finished lowering his head. He was extremely nervous because he really didn't know what to do. He decided to do as she suggested and lick her completely a couple of times to warm up. Then he focused on her clitoris.
So far, so good, but you're doing that as if you expect to hurt me. That's okay; it's good to be concerned about hurting your partner, but that's why you're using your tongue – remember? Unless you have a sharp tongue ring, I'd be very surprised if your tongue managed to get too rough,” she informed him, shifting so that she could thrust her hips into him slightly.
Okay...” he paused his task long enough to ask: “So... Should I try to be a bit rough?”
On me, yep! The real key is to do what a girl likes. If she doesn't like rough, she'll make a face or a noise or something to let you know that she's not liking it. Asking may not help because a lot of girls end up saying they like things they really don't just because they don't want to offend a guy,” she explained.
Smiling, he decided that he really liked that she was taking the time to show him what to do. With a feeling like he was a cat who had gotten into the cream, he focused on his task once more. His tongue probed her firmly, making her moan and seem to sink into the bed.
Yep, just like that,” she encouraged. “If you think you might be getting bored with that or impatient to move on, try literally writing the alphabet on my clit with your tongue. I might make noises, or I might get really quiet. I usually get really quiet, but don't be concerned. You'll know you're doing it right if my legs get tense and shaky.”
Since her legs were now draped over his shoulders, he knew that he'd feel it if she was shaking. At the moment, they were fairly calm, but she was making a purring sound. Clearly, she was enjoying what he was doing. This amazed him because he was now literally setting a record for how long anyone had let him try doing this.
And warning, it takes me and a lot of women quite a while to orgasm, so if that's you're goal – and it had better be at this moment! – then prepare to be at this for a long time. Oh!” She ended her warning with a gasp of happy surprise. “That! Keep doing that!”
He pushed aside his temptation to ask how long exactly was a long time, instead concentrating on repeating the firm strokes of his tongue. She was definitely shaking now! Her legs got tighter, digging into him just a bit. He silently congratulated himself on getting her close.
Time passed and her shaking lessened. She started to sound a little bored. This frustrated him because she had started out telling him exactly what to do, but now she was silent as if expecting him to figure it out. Before he could yell at her for it, she sighed with just a hint of disappointment.
Remember, the alphabet... If it seems like I've stopped liking what you're doing, resume or restart writing the alphabet. Sooner or later, something will spark more shaking,” she told him.
Nodding just slightly, he did as suggested. When something he did made her gasp and clutch his hair, he continued doing that without her even having to tell him. She seemed to get really close again, but then it seemed to disappear.
Rather than be frustrated, he took this as a challenge. It was now his goal to find what would make her legs shake next. When he found it, he knew that it was the right thing because she suddenly arched her back and accidentally punched the headboard in her haste to push against it.
Yes yes yes,” she chanted. “Keep doing that! Oh God!”
A moment later, she got very quiet. He'd swear she even stopped breathing, but her legs were still shaking and she was still pushing into him, so he figured that he should keep going. Suddenly, she gasped as her entire body shook ever so slightly.
Don't stop but be gentle for a while!” She gasped out a command.
He was confused. Wait... Wasn't this it? Didn't she just orgasm?
Now he was a little frustrated again, because if she didn't just orgasm, then he honestly had no idea what an orgasm was. As he was thinking this, she was making a lot of moaning and panting noises. Mentally, he was happy about this. At least she made it sound like he was doing something right.
O...kay... okay,” she panted a couple of minutes later. “You can get rough again. If it seems like you can, at some point, try sucking on my clit.”
He hummed in agreement, which sent a tiny shiver throughout her entire body. He laughed softly, thinking that maybe he should keep humming, but when he tried it, she asked him to stop.
This is so much easier when the girl tells me what to do! He mentally cheered. Then he frowned because this really was taking a while and he wasn't sure if he could keep it up for too much longer.
She continually made noises that seemed to embarrass her, because she grabbed a pillow and half covered her mouth with it. Mostly, she just wanted to grip the pillow, but also she wanted to at least muffle the noises a little. He figured that now might be a good time to try sucking on her clit like she suggested.
Oh God!” She gasped out, her legs shaking more than ever. “Put a couple of fingers inside me!”
Taking a moment to focus on her right hand, she lifted it to gesture to him so that he would know what she was talking about. “Rub the roof like this.”
He did as suggested, finding her interestingly tight at the moment. She tossed her head side to side, chanting: “Ah Ah Ah!”
Just when he was ready to call it quits because she was taking a lot longer than he expected and his mouth was getting sore – she bit down on the pillow for a second or two, and then let out a long squeal and she lightly tried to push him away.
He took her cue and pulled back slightly.
Don't stop completely!” She cried out, despite her hands pushing on his head. “Just be very gentle!”
Wait a minute!” He protested. “Just how long does this take?”
All day if possible,” she informed him, and then laughed. “But I am almost certain that if I orgasm a third time, I'll probably be ready to pass out.”
So you did!” He exclaimed, very happy to hear that. “I was beginning to think that I really did suck at this or something.”
Well, you did actually suck, but since I specifically told you to do that, I can't really complain,” she said with a laugh.
Hrmph!” He huffed, pretending to be upset for a second.
This time, you should try biting my clit,” she stated, and if she wasn't still breathing so hard, it would have sounded like she was discussing the weather again.
Again?!” He asked in astonishment.
Why not? The best way to master the lesson is to practice,” she reminded him, a pointer finger wiggling as if she was a teacher giving a lesson.
He pursed his lips as he considered not answering her.
What?” She wondered.
My mouth is sore after all that...” he mumbled.
Oh! No problem, I can wait for your mouth to feel better,” she informed him. “In fact, I think I know how to take your mind off it.”
She rolled over and rummaged through her side table drawer. With a small exclamation of triumph, she pulled a condom out. He gulped and nervously looked to her bedroom door.
Your brother might come home any minute now, and he'll definitely kill me if we –!”
Oh shut up!” She commanded grumpily, unzipping his jeans.
Despite his protests, he was definitely hard and ready to go. His shaft broke free from his boxers the moment she pushed his jeans open enough to let it. Deciding this was good enough, she put the condom on him.
He alternated between looking at her and looking at her door. The expression on his face told her that he really was terrified of her brother catching them in the act. He took a deep breath.
The hell with it!” He exclaimed, rolling onto her so that he could get into position. She helped him by lifting her legs and then resting them on his – which were spread a little as he knelt in front of her.
Stay like that,” she commanded. “That way either you or I can rub me while –”
Like this?” He interrupted her as he pressed a thumb to her clit.
She gasped happily. “Yes!”
He rubbed her steadily as he slowly thrust in and out of her. She braced herself against the headboard, pushing into him with each thrust, which gave it quite a bit of oomph. For someone who had warned him that she liked to be quiet, she sure made a lot of noise.
It took a while, but eventually she was crying out with orgasm once more. He groaned and nearly lost his load right then and there, but a few deep breaths helped him hold out. When he was certain that he could keep going, he shifted positions so that he was laying more fully on her.
Uh!” She cried out when he started ramming into her. “Oh yeah, oh yeah!” She continued to used the headboard to push into him, meeting him thrust for thrust no matter how fast he got. A good ten minutes later, he was pounding into her like a jackhammer and she was damn near screaming a chant of encouragement.
He himself was making quite a racket – not only by banging the headboard repeatedly into the wall, but by loudly grunting: “Uh!” over and over.
Astonishingly, because she was so sensitive from earlier, the way his body rubbed her clit as he pounded her into the bed was enough to get her close again. She inhaled a gasp and then held her breath until her blood started to tingle.
OH GOD!” She squealed, clutching him and digging her nails into his back.
He was feeling pretty magical too and roared out his own climax. Both simply panted for a few moments, savoring the last lingering spasms of the dual orgasm. Eventually, he exhaled a happy sigh and lay on her.
There was silence for only a moment or two, and then her stomach growled and she chuckled in embarrassment.
Get off me,” she insisted, pushing him as she tried to wiggle free.
What? No cuddling?” He asked wryly.
I'm not that kind of girl,” she stated with an unapologetic half shrug.
He sighed in disappointment as he rolled off her. He then removed the condom and tied it so that it couldn't leak all over. He then tossed it in her garbage. As he got out of bed and stuffed himself back inside his boxers, she grabbed a long shirt and pulled it on. He was a step behind her, zipping up his jeans as she opened her bedroom door.
Why did you eat half my sandwich before putting it in the fridge?” Her brother asked just before he took another bite. His back was to her, which she sensed was so that she could quickly retreat and get more clothes on if she needed to.
You're eating my sandwich?!” She demanded angrily. “I made that for me, and it was really good too!”
I know!” He stated in agreement, turning to stick his tongue out at her. That was when he saw his best friend standing there with a look on his face like he wanted to hide but didn't think he'd find a place before getting murdered.
Ah...” Her brother murmured, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't sure whether or not to get pissed because he'd warned all his friends that he didn't want any of them banging his sister.
This wasn't an overprotective thing – like they probably assumed – but because he knew his sister was very good looking and liked to have a lot of sex. He really didn't want to have to have any awkward conversations with his friends in which they compared notes, only to find that one or all of them were talking about his sister.
Before you get mad,” she stated firmly, putting her fists on her hips. “Just remember that I have incriminating evidence on you that I won't hesitate to use.”
I'm not mad,” her brother said with a half shrug. “I am pretty sure I know what happened. You dragged him into your room and wouldn't take no for an answer.” He pointed his finger at her accusingly.
She looked at the knife she was now holding. It had occurred to her that she might need to be armed, but since this was a long bread knife with a rounded tip, it probably wouldn't have helped her much anyway. She harrumphed.
You can think of it like that if you want,” she stated, using the knife to slice up the freshly baked sourdough bread. Her stomach growled again, making her blush as she covered it with a hand. “You want one?” She asked the guy she'd just had sex with.
I'll take one!” Her brother exclaimed as he examined the last small bite he had in his hand. “And you may as well sit down, I'm not going to kick your ass just yet.” He informed his best friend.
I wasn't asking you!” She protested. “And you'll do no such thing!”
I'm sorry! I wasn't planning to have sex with your sister!”
So... What? She forced you?”
She glared at her brother for daring to suggest such a thing.
Well no, but...” His best friend sighed. “It just sort of happened... I actually come over here to talk to you about what a particular incident.”
Okay, so what happened?” He asked curiously.
The girl I like...” His best friend looked away with a blush. “I'm not sure I can talk to you about it with your sister in the room!”
She laughed. “Not only did you tell me about it already, but then I fixed your problem. What's there to be embarrassed about?”
He just blushed and looked away.
Whatever,” she grumbled, handed him the sandwich she made for him, and then grabbed hers and walked toward her room. Just before she went inside, she pointed at her brother. “And yes, I left everything out for you to make a sandwich with, so I expect you to put it all away when your done!”
Yeah yeah,” he agreed with a grumble. When she was in her room with the door closed, he looked at his best friend, who told him everything about the situation that had prompted him to come over and commiserate.
And so... as I was moping about the fact that I am apparently terrible at pleasing women, she... well she actually did drag me in her room and throw me on her bed. I really did try to tell her that you'd kill me, but...,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked away.
Ah... I get it!” Her brother exclaimed with a chuckle as he got up and started making himself a sandwich. “She felt like she needed to show you what to do.” He picked up a butter knife and pointed it at his best friend. “But I feel like I should warn you. She's not the type to have relationships. If you're suddenly hoping that she'll go out with you, you're going to get hurt.”
She was listening to them with her ear pressed up against the door. At the tone of clear disappointment in his voice, she almost felt like purring in sympathy. Except that her brother was right. She was the girl a guy called up when he needed a booty call. She wasn't the type to settle down and have a relationship.
Anyway, I had a long and exhausting day today,” her brother stated, changing the subject. “You want to play a video game with me?”
Good idea!” His best friend agreed with a smile. The two of them wandered over to his room so that they could play said game.
Inside her room, she let out a sigh of relief and sat on her bed. “That could have gone so much worse!” She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed it slowly as she thought. “Hmm... I'm going to have to invite him over again soon! He's totally going to need a lot more practice before he's confident that he knows what to do.”
Pulling out her cellphone, she found that she did have his contact info from when she'd needed to get a hold of her brother when his phone was dead one time. With a sly grin, she texted: Hey, ask my brother when he's going to be gone again so that you can come over and practice some more.
She heard a loud thud from her brother's room a moment later and was tempted to go see what happened. She could only guess that he had been so startled that he fell out of his chair. A minute later, she received an answer text: I can't ask him that!
Why not?
He'll kill me!
She sighed and pouted, thinking: Damnit! It would be so much fun if he thought he had to come over and practice every day!
A minute later, she received another text. Your brother made me show him what you sent, and he says that he wants to talk to you in the kitchen in private for a minute.
With a sigh, she got off her bed and went into the kitchen. Her brother glared at her, looking over his shoulder to make sure that his bedroom door was shut. He slung an arm over her shoulder and growled.
Don't play around with my best friend like that! I know you, you're just going to grind him under your shoe! He's not the type who can just have casual sex. So if you're not serious, leave him alone.”
She sighed in disappointment. “Fine...”
Good!” Her brother harrumphed.
She walked back into her room, wondering who to call to come over for a booty call tonight, when she got a new text.
You can always come over to my place...
With a triumphant smirk, she made plans to do just that. It's so much fun to have a new toy to play with...

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