The next day I await the arrival of Clive with my parents. They're uncomfortable with the situation, but alas, there isn't anything anyone can do about it.
I've had time to prepare for today. I even dressed up nicely for Clive. This will be wonderful once we get started. And I think I'm ready now that I've had time to adjust. This is going to be great! I obviously can't show that though. They'll think I'm weird for enjoying this. I act apathetic when people are looking, since I'm good at it.
I go to the bathroom. Since right now I'm alone, I let out my emotions. "MmmmHmmm!" I cant help but hum joyously and hug myself a little bit. I got a text from Clive a while ago saying he's on his way.
Before he shows I get a stern talking to from my parents.
"Be careful. And don't let him do anything to you." Mom says while giving me a look.
"But mom, that's the whole point." I mumble to myself.
Shortly after, Clive knocks on the door and sheepishly enters.
"Um... Hello, I'm here to for your daughter." Clive nervously states being caught off guard by my parents' presence.
"Don't you do anything to my daughter." My dad confronts him.
"But... That's the whole point." Clive nervously replies while dad stares him down.
Dad reluctantly backs off and allows me to leave with him.
Me and Clive walk off together.
"Don't you worry, we'll be here! Be strong!" Mom declares, waving me off.
"Bye mom!" I shout back as they reluctantly shut the door.
Now all that remains is me and Clive. Oh yeah, and also the overwhelming feeling of anticipation and awkwardness that isn't helped by my newfound fetish. Haha...ha. ah...
Me and Clive walk down the street together, not even holding hands and yet we expect to successfully "do the deed". This is the entire reason we're here and yet it's stubbornly difficult to bring up with him.
This walk is taking forever and I'm getting weirdly impatient. I can't help but peer over at his crotch and imagine what he's packing. Part of me wants to rip off his pants right now and spoil the surprise. Hmmmm. Oh! I realize what I'm doing. I'm staring too much. Clive is actively avoiding looking at my places. When I don't mind him doing that though. It's not like that's much of a sin in our situation. I want him to wrap his arm around my waist and lead me back to his place.
We arrive at his house. There's a moment of hesitation between both of us. I take in the sight of a place I have seen many times before. Although never set foot in. I suppose there had always been that feeling of 'going into a guys house' that prevented me from doing so before. It's a different story this time though.
"Well, here we are." Clive nervously states, while visibly struggling to keep his vision on my face. His pupils keep darting down and back up again.
I want to say to him "Look at them already! You're going to see a lot more in a minute!"
All I can muster in response is a little murmur and a nod. "Ok." Jeez, why am I acting like this. I'm not giving him the right idea at all.
With great reluctance he leads me inside. At least the atmosphere inside is warm and cozy. With carpet lining most of the floor.
He escorts me into his room with barely a word from his mouth. We walk into the room and he closes the door. We sit on the end of his bed next to each other.
Here we are. This is it. We're sitting right next to each other with the same goal in mind. We can start anytime we want. And yet, nothing happens. We just sit next to each other twiddling our thumbs. Staring off into literally anything but each other. Time passes. So much of it that I imagine hearing a clock ticking in my head. I want to talk to him, touch him, jump on him, kiss him, do anything! And yet I've memorized every detail of his bedroom at this point. Including his chair that I made fun of him for. Which actually looks assembled. I wasn't expecting him to finish it so soon to be honest.
I have no idea how long we've sat here at this point. This is... a lot harder than I thought it would be. ...Hold on, I haven't even seen his dick yet! Fuck! This has gone on long enough! After much deliberation, I finally muster together the stomach to say something.
"H-"
"Hey..." Clive picked the same time I did. We stare into each other's eyes. Clive takes the opportunity and places his hand upon mine. Slowly our fingers entangle together until they've intertwined into a firm grip on the bed.
oHfUCk...
I stare at them. My mind get completely cut off from any lasting thoughts. Aside from...
YES!! >•<
"-Do you wa~wwwh." Clive says, getting cut off by me. My inhibitions die in that moment.
I can't help myself. I lunge forward into him. Our lips meet. The warm embrace is a pleasant, humid embrace. The signature smacking of lips fills my ears. I close my eyes and bask in his flavor.
It tastes so good! I want to keep eating it and eating it and eating it! I become more forceful with him. And press harder into him.
"Mmmm faster." I hum while still kissing him.
Clive plays with my hair and forces himself on me. I push back to match his ferocity.
My teeth sink lovingly into his soft lips. We wrap our arms around one another. We pull each other in closer. I shift my arms around searching for the best place to hold him. I've put so much attention into him that I've forgotten to breathe.
I pull my face away and pant a lot more than I want to admit. There's a bit of saliva on the corner of either of our mouths.
"Uh, I don't know what to say about that one." Clive says. He's so cute when he's flustered. "Is it possible that you...?"
"You say it first." I say, cutting him off slightly. I know it will be hard for him. God, I love messing with him.
He tenses and visibly struggles for a moment. "I ...I like you." Clive says, more confidently that I imagined he would. "Now you. Do you like me?"
"Think about what I just did and ask yourself that again." I say to him.
"Can I hear it though?" He asks. "Can I?" He pries harder.
I accidentally smile. He gets bolder after seeing it. *Grumble* T^T That bitch. I don't wanna have to say it. *Whimper* >~< I furiously shut my eyes.
"Ok I like you." I look over to the side and pout. "A lot."
Hold a sec. ...Wait, I'm not embarrassed? Holy Fuck! That felt so good to say! It immediately felt like heaven letting those words out. Why didn't I do that sooner?! Fuck I'm an idiot!
A glance at Clive reveals how pleased he is with this. He somehow looks incredibly relieved, but also with a cunty grin hidden in there.
"In that case... After this, will you be my girlfriend?" Clive asks.
Girlfriend? I kind of wanted to hear a word that started with a 'W' or an 'L'. Kind of disappointed Clive.
What am I saying though!? I must accept!
"How about now?" I request.
"Sure. On one condition."
I wasn't aware this was going to be a negotiation. Although, I kind of made it that way.
"What is it?" I ask with curiosity. Hopefully it isn't some joke.
"You have to kiss me again." He confidently proclaims.
Ok, I'm not going to argue with that one. Before either of us even know it, I've made contact with his face.
I apply much more force than last time. He asked for it and I'm about to give it to him. I push him over and kiss him on his back. My arms pin him on either side.
When I pull away I'm on top off him. I breathe down onto Clive who's infatuated beyond belief. I had barely even realized the gravity of what I had been doing. It was too good to notice!
Now that we've gotten a bit more 'acquainted', the original purpose of our meeting has made its way into my mind again. I swallow the lingering saliva in my mouth. And bring up a difficult topic.
"About the uh... Sex."
I have his full, undivided attention.
I continue. "I know we HAVE to do this but... Why don't we enjoy it a little..." Or a lot. I try to say it all cutesy.
I stare longingly into his face... To discover a grin spread wider than my legs will be. (Sry)
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To be continued...