by J Marie
“Um…” It’s all I could get to come out of my mouth. My dick wags its appreciation of her offer. I nod my head because words won’t come.
She walks over to me and moves my hands from covering my length. It bobs up to her, pleased with itself. Her first touch lights a fire in me. I’m so aroused I can’t hardly stand it and Mia touching me is the best version of a dream come true. When she kneels on the floor in front of me, I have to look away. The sight is a fantasy in itself. My eyes find the ceiling. I have to focus on anything other than coming too soon because that’s just embarrassing.
When warmth wraps around my dick, I have to look down. The sight before me is the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Mia’s red lips wrapped around me is sexy as fuck. That’s it. I’m a goner. She’s literally gone down once or twice on my shaft, and that’s all it took for the previous pressure to build back up. I put my hands down to pull her off of me.
“Mia… I’m about to…”. She shakes her head and continues on with her ministrations. If she doesn’t want to take her mouth off me, so be it. I run my hands through her rainbow-colored hair and gently hold her close to me, pushing myself farther into her mouth. I feel it as my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags slightly. A tear slides down her face and I pull my hands away. I can feel my orgasm rushing up my spine.
Mia sucks my dick dry and pulls the come from my body. It’s the biggest release I’ve ever had in my life, and for a moment, everything goes black. The desire to pass out is strong with this head rush. Slowly lights and shapes come back into form. Mia’s still kneeling in front of me. A smile plastered across her face, satisfaction.
“That was so hot, Brooks. Let’s talk about your dick for a minute, shall we. Why have you been hiding this thing from me?”
“You like my dick?”
She points down at my slowly deflating fun stick. “Um… Brooks. That’s the biggest dick I think I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a lot! You should be proud of that thing.”
I smirk. “Thanks. I think. Do you want me to…” I nod to her nether region. “I’ve never actually pleasured a woman… but I’m sure you could teach me a thing or two.”
“Hold up. You’ve never gone down on a girl?”
I shake my head, looking to the ground. You couldn’t do that with anyone at the compound. Chaperones were ever present when the females were around us. Even if we were allowed, no one held my interest like Mia does now. I want to do that with her.
“How?”
I shrug. “It wasn’t something you were allowed to think about at the compound”
My eyes lift to her again before she asks another question. “Do you want to now?”
I don’t know what comes over me as my mouth opens, and word vomit falls from my lips. “I’ve been thinking about this very long, and I’ve come to a decision. I want you to teach me how to pleasure a woman, Mia. Like going down on a girl. I want you to… to be my… sexy Jedi pleasure master. Let’s fornicate. Get it on Marvin Gaye style. Show me what girls like.”
She smirks and shakes her head. “First off… never ever, ever as long as we’re friends call it fornication… and do not under any circumstances say that to Zara. I will never hear the end of it.”
“Noted,” I say simply.
Her eyebrow raises, and she gives me a questioning stare. “Secondly, why do you want me to give you sex lessons, Brooks? I mean, seriously, have you seen yourself and with that dick… I can’t imagine anyone would say no.”
I lie. I let it slip right through my lips. Mia never gets into anything personal. She never talks about her family life. I’ve gotten the impression that if I tell her, she’s the girl I want to impress that I’d send her running for the hills. She doesn’t really seem like the settling down type, but I want her to be.
“You see… there’s this girl that I like and well… I have zero experience in pleasuring women, and I don’t want to make a complete fool out of myself the first time. I thought if you could show me, then I would be prepared for when we get together.”
A cocky smile crosses her face. “Alright, Brooks, you want sex lessons. I’ll give you sex lessons.”
My heart leaps at the fact that she’s agreeing to it. I knew this was my way in—my way into that impenetrable heart of hers. My dick jumps at the thought of all the naughty things I get to do with her. Do I feel bad that I’m not telling her she’s the girl for me? Yes. In a way, I do, but at the same time, would she have gone through with it had I told her? No.
My dick perks up again at the idea of finally seeing Mia fully naked. I think about kissing her soft skin and running my hands through her soft, rainbowed colored hair while her mouth wraps its way around my cock. I wonder if her breasts are pink and perfect like I’ve imagined them to be. Yes, I may be a virgin… but that doesn’t stop the thoughts running rampant through my brain when she’s around.
The clearing of a throat brings me back to the present, and I realize that I’m still standing there awkwardly naked in the bathroom while we discuss what kind of sex lessons she’ll give me. The urge to cover my dick hits me, but I don’t give a shit right now. Let her see it. She obviously likes the look of it.
“I’m impressed, Brooksy, full mast again so soon. Tell me. When do you want to start these sex lessons of yours?”
“I can start now. Yeah…” I look down at my dick. “Yep… I’m definitely good with now.”
“Okay, lesson one. Never seem overly eager for sex. It makes you seem desperate and creepy.”
I shake my head. I bet I one hundred percent look all sorts of creepy right now. My gaze trails the sweet sway of her hips as she leaves the bathroom. Guess my next lesson is going to have to wait.
The light streams through the window, highlighting a bright red tea kettle as it whistles and steams. Right on cue Mia, glides to the kitchen, lured by the promise of a fresh cup of tea. I always thought she’d be more of a coffee girl, but I was wrong.
She looks sleep-rumpled, but it’s still sexy as fuck. Hair sticking up here and there. A smear of black paint is prominently displayed across the creamy skin of her face. A stark contrast. Evidence that she hasn’t realized she wiped her face while painting yet again this morning. I smile at her lack of caring.
My fingers itch to wipe the smear of paint away, but I haven’t been granted the permission for that type of intimacy yet. The sleep shirt she’s wearing exposes her midriff, and her shorts are extra skimpy, revealing the slight crease from her leg to her ass cheek.
I want to strip her and run my hands over each dip and curve, yet I also want to cover her with my own shirt. Something that smells like me to brand her as my woman. Damn, I’m losing it over this girl. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met in my whole life. Her eyes find mine, and a smile widens across her face.
My mind drifts back to yesterday. The way she gave me head is still a piercing memory in my mind, and I keep playing it over and over again. My dick is raw from the number of times I’ve jerked off since then, just picturing her red lips wrapped around me again.
My face blushes. I clear my throat and shake my head, clearing the lust fog going on in my brain. “Good Morning darlin’,” I say in the cheesiest accent I can manage.
“Morning. The good is still to be determined.” Typical Mia, I think to myself.
I’ve started going out for runs in the morning or working out before I head into work. Living in the same space as my crush gives me all this pent up energy, and my dick needs a break. As I head back into my room to change into my clothes, I turn back to Mia. “I’m going for a run, wanna join me?”
She looks at me, startled. “Brooks, I appreciate the offer, but do I look like someone who participates in physical activity?”
My gaze slides up her body appreciatively, and I quirk an eyebrow. What I want to say is that she’d look good doing physical activity with me… but I refrain. Instead, I say, “I hate to break it to you, Mia, but sex is also included in physical activity.”
“Duh, I know that better than you do, but at least when I sweat doing that, I’m enjoying the fuck out of it. Not just running to kill myself.”
I chuckle and hold my hands up in front of me. “Fair enough.”
She takes a long sip of her hot tea, and a satisfied moan passes her lips and makes my dick twitch. I was already sporting a semi, and it did not need any more encouragement than it already had, damnit.
“What would people do without tea? It’s a godsend some days.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Can’t say I’ve ever had a cup of tea.”
Her jaw hits an invisible boundary. “How have you never had tea? Seriously, Brooks? Looks like I’ll be bringing you pleasure in more ways than one while we have our little arrangement.”
I smirk at how awkward her words come out sometimes. That’s just my girl. A pain shoots through my heart. She’s not mine, and at this point I’m not sure if she ever will be.
I’m wondering if maybe I’m imagining things that don’t exist. We tend to tiptoe around touchy subjects like her family and past. She’s been coming home more these days than hanging out with Zara, and I choose to believe that’s because of me, but maybe she is genuinely just anti-social.
“Hey Brooks,” she says, snapping my attention back to those beautiful blue eyes of hers. “What’s a Jedi master?”
My jaw literally drops as I gawk at her. “Star Wars? Return of the Jedi? Princess Leah and Luke Skywalker?”
“Is that like a movie or something?”
“New plan. You teach me about sex, and I’ll teach you about Star Wars. I’m honestly shocked you’ve never seen it. Like how is that even possible? I thought everyone had seen Star Wars before…” I shake my head, still in disbelief.
Her eyes lift up to mine, and I’m rewarded with her signature smile. “You have a deal, Brooks.” We shake on it like it’s some important agreement. A giggle escapes her lips- the perfect cadence of pitch like an angel singing in my ear.
This girl…
I love moments like these where her barriers are down, and I’m given a glimpse of just her, not this wall of goth clothes, rainbow-colored hair, and sass. I don’t even want to fight this weird tension we have between us, and I’m falling under this lust-induced cloud we’ve surrounded ourselves with over the last couple of weeks staying together.
I’m stoked that she said yes to giving me lessons on pleasure. She’s my one, but I won’t be the one to tell her. Not yet at least. And it’s not just the sex, it’s her.
I want to date her. To woo her. She’s locked in her past, without the key, and I want to be the one that opens that damn door and sets her free. She won’t be able to turn me away from her. I’ve started to pick the lock like a criminal breaking in. I need to remember, though, that once this door is open, there is no turning back. It’s fragile territory I’m treading just by turning the key.
She has passion in her eyes, and sometimes I see glimpses of what she truly wants, but I won’t do a thing to topple this shaky tower. Something holds her back, blocking her path from whatever this thing is growing between us. I have no idea what it is, and it makes me twitchy with anxiety. I could ask her, but would I? No, absolutely not.
Maybe she’ll realize that whatever she built those walls up for in the first place isn’t a reason to keep them up permanently. She may act like a total badass when she’s around other people, but the person I see when it’s just her is simply a girl that wants to be loved.
“Wait, he asked you for sex lessons?” Zara sits in Brooks’ ugly recliner, a joint between her fingers, a glass of wine in her other hand. The afternoon light slips in through a slit in the curtain, painting the floor with its rays, and I stare at it. The light reflects off a glass piece on my coffee table, and I can’t help but admire the kaleidoscope of colors it sprays into the room.
“Yep.” I still can’t believe it, but it explains a lot of the way he acts in certain situations. I can’t even fathom not having sex until I was 22 years old.
She takes a hit, leaning against the back of the chair. “You gonna go for it?”
“Have you seen Brooks? Hell, yes, I’m going to jump on that offer, literally. You should see his dick, Zara. I’m talking long and really thick. If he can figure out how to work it, damn. I’ll be one hella lucky roomie.”
Her eyes grow wide. “Hold up, when did you see his dick?”
I shrug, a smile permeating my face. My core heats up thinking about how hot it was watching Brooks fall apart in front of me. “When I gave him a blowjob in the shower the other night.”
“Ok, I’m going to need you to walk me through that whole story.” And I did, not leaving out a single detail.
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “So, when is this all going down?”
I shake my head and laugh. “Not entirely sure yet. I guess we need to come up with a list, ya know. Like a sex bucket list or something. I’m assuming he hasn’t done anything, but I don’t know for sure.”
“Okay then, sit down tonight and make a list for Brooks. Then at least you know what you’re getting into. Who knows, he may be into kink. He may like domination.”
“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what he likes other than getting his dick sucked and thinking about P in V.”
“True. I’d suggest sexting. Teach him how to talk dirty. If he looks like that, has a dick like you say, and can talk dirty… damn. He’d rock someone’s world for sure.”
Yeah, he’s going to rock mine. It’s the first thought that pops into my mind, but I keep it to myself.
I look over at her as she takes another puff. “Dude, you gonna share that joint, or you just getting high alone?”
“You out already, girl? I was just here last week to restock you…”
I made a noncommittal shrug. “Do you have any idea how much anxiety I have over giving him sex lessons. I’ve never been with a virgin before… he’s not going to be like a girl, right? Like he’s not going to fall in love with me just because I take his v-card?”
“You’re thinking too much into this, Mia. Just go with it.”
I sigh a deep breath. I don’t understand the nerves. I’ve had sex with plenty of men, and I’ve never been worried about how it would go. “You’re right. Enough about me. What’s going on with you lately? Any new sex club visits?”
She nods. “Uh huh.”
“And…”
“I met Donatello.”
“Who’s Donatello?”
“The owner of Pelle.”
“So, Pelle is the name of the club?”
“Yep.” It came off as she popped the ‘p’.
“Italian…nice… and Pelle, doesn’t that mean skin in Italian?”
“Hells yes.”
“And…”
“He’s hot as fuck, Mia. Think six foot five. Older. Dark hair, dark eyes, thick beard, six-pack, ripped arms… He made me drop to my knees and suck him off while he held my hair and fucked my mouth like a God.”
I fan myself. “Damn, girl.”
“Yep, then we went into a private room where he laid me down on a bed, blindfolded me, tied my hands and feet, and then ran a feather up and down my body. Teasing me until I was begging him to just fuck me already.”
I can’t help but squirm at the images plaguing my brain, only it isn’t the sexy Donatello in my daydream. No, it’s a dark brown-haired, chocolate brown-eyed man. The same man I imagine thrusting into me and pulling scream after scream from my body until we’re both soaking the sheets with our sweat.
This is going to be trouble. I don’t think about guys. I don’t picture them doing naughty things to me. I live in the moment, never letting them occupy my mind, so why am I letting Brooks? I need to boil this back down to what it is… sex.
“Damn, Zar. Sounds like you had a real good time.”
She giggles. “I can’t wait to go back and do it again tonight. So… anyhow. Let’s get back to Brooks. Sexting?”
“Ya know, I think it’s
a good idea. It’ll give me a feel for what I’m working with…”
She nods her agreement. “So, what’s new at the bar?”
“Gah, Eddie’s got a new girl starting in a couple weeks. Says she has experience.”
“Well, that’s good…”
I huff my disapproval. “Guess so, she looks like a fucking Barbie doll. I’m sure all the guys will fawn over her like the last hot chick that worked there before she got fired for being a God- awful bartender.”
“You afraid Brooksy is going to find her more attractive than you, Mia?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m hoping he’s not dumb enough to fall for blonde Barbie.” The words formed on my tongue feel like a lie. Lying to my best friend tears a hole in me. Lying is one of the things I hate most. As if you don’t trust someone enough to give them the whole truth.
“Well, you’ll be training her. For your sake, I hope Eddie’s right about her being trained already.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Zara leaves me thinking about sex with Brooks. Maybe I’d try this sexting thing.
Me: What are you doing?
Brooks: Working…
Me: What are you wearing?
Brooks: You saw me this morning before I went to work. A black t-shirt and blue jeans.
Me: Mmmm…those sexy blue jeans?
Brooks: Um…
Mia: Work with me here, Brooks…
Brooks: I’m really confused about why you’re asking me questions that you already know the answer to?
Mia: O.K. Tell me something that will make me wet.
Brooks: It was raining earlier when I came into work.
Mia: Try again… *winking emoji*
Brooks: Going outside without an umbrella?
Mia: *eye roll* What would you do if I showed up at work right now?
Brooks: Offer to make you a drink?
Mia: That’s all?
Brooks: Um… yes? I’m really confused by this line of questioning…
Mia: You want to try something fun tonight? Something that involves pillows and blankets?
