“You like me for me, right?” Una laid back on the bed. As it was, she’d taken it upon herself to laze around in a towel post-shower instead of getting dressed. With the sultry weather making even the hardiest individuals melt, she reckoned that she might as well wear as little as she could get away with. “For my brain and stuff like that. That makes me really, really happy.” Her face began to grow warm. “You might be the only person who’s even hinted at that. It’s...weird.” And more frustratingly, it created a tight heat in her lower regions. It felt wrong, perverse, but she had to question it. “Peter, you think I’m pretty too, right? You don’t think my body has funny proportions or anything?”
As though trying to jog his memory, she slowly unhooked the corner of the towel from its perch across her breast and allowed the sides of it to fall open. As she revealed her bare figure to him, her eyes never left his face. “Even someone as weird as me gets these feelings and urges...” One hand trailed across her stomach and down into the cavern between her legs. “Thinking about you, the idea that you could like me—it gets me so excited.” With a shuddering breath, she spread herself wide, putting herself on display for him. A shy finger slipped inside of her, moisture guiding it with practiced ease. “Do you ever imagine me doing anything like this? Peter...” // @galaxybeginnings gets something long overdue
“Ah, th’type who likes t’be on top huh? M’not surprised by tha’…But I like a girl who wants t’be on top. S’more fun fer me. Plus, I bet tha’ soft ass of yours is gonna be real nice t’hold.”
Connor couldn’t help but to give a grin to the girl as he let one hand slip under her top, and give a gentle squeeze to one of her breasts. He was making a bit of progress. After all, now he knew a bit more about her.
“I like bein’ a bit rough. But tha’ would have ya on yer hands ‘nd knees.”
“If you like a large bum, how do you feel about thighs? Have you ever considered sticking your cock between them and letting anyone pleasure you that way? I’ve got to say, that sounds like it could be a fun time.” She raised her eyebrows in question as she guided his hand, instructing him to toy with her nipples. Already stiff, she wouldn’t be surprised if they showed through the material of her blouse.
“Slap my butt all you want, but the idea of bruising my knees isn’t too appealing.” Her smile was sheepish, apologetic. “I’ve never had it very rough before,” she admitted, “but I’ve always been curious.” Her free hand roamed his body, running from his side up to his chest. “Which hole would you use?”
“Peter.” Between kisses, Una’s voice was a sharp whisper. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” A bad turn of phrase. It was enough to paint his face with uncertainty. “No, I mean...I’m excited.” As if on cue, her shoulders shivered and shimmied. She pouted. “I don’t mind, but are you comfortable? Happy? Once it’s happened, you can’t really go back and pretend it didn’t.” At least she couldn’t. There was a difference between true affection and simply helping a friend in need. She realized that. It was hard to separate the feelings.
It had all happened so quickly. She’d grown more brazen as of late, the photos she sent him showing more and more skin. And he was a growing boy, in every sense of the word. Una got a kick out of flustering him. It stood to reason that it would lead to this: clandestine kisses when her uncle wasn’t home. It was guaranteed that with their emotions running high, their lips and hands would wander. It was inevitable that his fingers would almost unwittingly trail up her thighs. He’d meant to take her by the hips, she figured, and adjust her so that they could fit on the couch more comfortably. At his icy touch, she shifted and jumped, allowing him a clear avenue between her legs.
Even after all this, after she’d prepared him for the sight of her, after they’d kissed countless times, his face was still so red it alarmed her. She reached up to stroke his cheek. It was amusing how sweetly he treated her, but embarrassing how long he stared at the striped panties beneath her skirt. “Hey! You’ve seen girls in lingerie ads before, right? This isn’t something completely new to you...” Her laughter was shaky, forced. She couldn’t tell what he thought of her.
Hoping to help, she gently took his hand and pressed it against the most intimate part of her body. A weak moan escaped her. “I didn’t know I was so warm down there until I felt how cold you were.” It sounded silly. Her head turned to the side. “You like me, right?” Even when she wasn’t looking at him, her eyes were wide and pleading. “This isn’t a...mistake?” Her voice broke. He was so good-natured, he couldn’t possibly think the worst of her, and yet she feared she was no longer anything but trash in his eyes.
But if he didn’t want this, if he did think she was gross, he would have said something. At the minimum, he wouldn’t have shown any interest. And so, she shyly tugged the fabric of her underwear aside, giving him an unencumbered view of the smooth, shaved area between her legs. “If you don’t mind it...I’ve thought about this for a while now. You and me.” Her eyes met his once more. “I want you to touch me, Peter.” It didn’t matter that she would almost certainly have to show him the best way to navigate her body. Tender and slow was the best way to take it.
“Well, maybe y’should tell me more ‘bout yerself. It’d make this easier y’know…”
Connor wasn’t the judgmental type. Everyone had their interests as far as he was concerned. Right now, it seemed like theirs were aligned. In the whole of being pleasured by one another. He was fine with that. He held her hips in his hands, before letting one hand give her rear a slight squeeze.
“I can respect tha’. Besides, I like th’good girls. Yer th’ones tha’ usually have th’most fun. Ya th’type t’like bein’ on th’guy’s lap, or d’ya want me t’press ya against th’wall?”
She murmured her agreement. It was logical. If they were going to do this, they at least had to be aware of each other’s interests and boundaries. She began to ease her skirt up her legs. It was among her favorite aspects of unrestricting clothing. Crotchhless panties would have made the job even easier, but she wasn’t feeling quite confident enough for that level of eroticism.
For now, she was just excited he wanted to go along with her ridiculous whims. And so, she grinned. “What do you think is more likely?” He only had a fraction of a second to respond. “I don’t want to be totally helpless, and I’m sure you’d like some help doing all the work. I want—if it’s alright, I’d like to ride you.”
Connor figures he may as well start everything, seeing as they are somewhat secluded right now, a kiss is simple enough. He leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to Una’s lips. Of course, he’s letting his hands wander a bit. He relented a bit, to mumble against her lips.
“Y’know…Didn’t think ya were th’type. T’be tha’ bold.”
“It sounds like there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
She moved her lips against his own, pulling his hands to feel at her hips. “I’m still a good girl. Sometimes I do naughty things, but it doesn’t make me bad.” He was right, however, in that she didn’t often express her interests so frankly, even if they burned inside her. He didn’t need to know it. Nothing to stroke his ego. Her fingers danced against his chest.
During one of Una’s riskiest adventures, she managed to masturbate during class. Edging a pen beneath her skirt, she rubbed it repeatedly against the crotch of her panties. Although her face was red and she couldn’t help a small twitch from time to time, she’s proud of the way she was able to keep herself silent and relatively expressionless to avoid attracting excess attention. She still can’t believe she really pulled it off. Because of the nature of the setting where this occurred, she ranks it higher in her personal scoreboard than the times she’s gone streaking.
