Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A blush crept up my cheeks. “Yeah.” I avoided her gaze. I wanted to talk to her about these things, but I didn’t even know where to begin. And did people even talk about that stuff? The friends I’d had before the incident had talked to me about everything, but back then everything had meant only kissing and the occasional boob grab. This was something else entirely.
“Oh, oh. That expression. I need details. What did lover boy do?”
I nodded toward the general direction of my vagina. Reagan smirked. “He touched you there?”
I shook my head and Reagan grinned. “Oh, boy. He went down on you, right?”
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from letting out a ridiculous giggle.
“That good, hm?” she whispered. My skin burned with embarrassment as I nodded. Reagan leaned against a tree. “There’s nothing better than a guy who knows how to do it right. And I assume Zach’s one of them.”
“He is.” That’s what I assumed at least. It wasn’t as if I had anything to compare his skills to. Nobody had ever gone down on me. A flicker of the past shoved itself into my mind. A hand ripping my panties, gripping me cruelly, but I forced the memory out of my head and focused on my most recent experiences. Zach. His tenderness. “I can’t believe how good it felt.”
Reagan bit her lips impishly. “And did you return the favor?”
My face fell. “No. I haven’t even really touched him yet.”
“Oh, that’s okay.” She tilted her head in consideration. “Are you scared?”
I thought about it. I wasn’t really scared about touching Zach’s erection. “I don’t think so. It’s just intimidating. But I think I want to touch him.”
“Have you seen him yet?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
I frowned. “Everything about Zach is gorgeous.” God, had I just said that?
Reagan burst out laughing but not in a mean way. “And big I bet.” She grimaced. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
“You mean am I worried that it’s going to hurt when Zach and I ever sleep together?” I shook my head. “I’m not worried about pain. Not anymore.” It wasn’t as if I was a virgin, and nothing could possibly hurt as much as what those men had done to me. Pain was nothing I still feared. What terrified me was the idea that sleeping with Zach, or even just touching his erection would always evoke memories of that day. What if there was an end to how much I could change? What if there would eventually be a wall I couldn’t break down? “I want to touch Zach. I really do. But I’d probably disappoint him.”
“Nonsense. Zach will be thrilled, believe me. And I’m sure he can tell you what he likes. I don’t think he’s shy about these things.”
“No, he definitely isn’t.” I paused, then gathered my courage. “Do you go down on Kevin?”
Reagan nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, I love giving him head.”
“Really? Don’t you think it’s degrading?”
“Why? I feel powerful when I do it. Kevin is totally in my hands when I do it. I think I could ask anything of him in that moment.” She giggled. “And he goes down on me too, so why shouldn’t I do the same?”
I pondered that. “What about…you know?”
“You mean swallowing?”
I looked away. “Yeah.”
“Some women do, others don’t. That’s your decision. I personally don’t. I just don’t like the taste. That’s all. But Kevin doesn’t care. He enjoys the rest too much.” Reagan smiled.
I wanted to give Zach what he’d given me. I wished I knew if I was ready.
***
I shuddered as the last waves of pleasure rolled through my body. Zach kissed my stomach, the skin between my breasts and at last my lips before he settled beside me. I could taste myself on him and it was strange. My eyes flitted down to the bulge in his boxers. “Can you remove them?” I asked, my voice utterly relaxed. Zach looked surprised but he pulled down his boxer-shorts and threw them to the ground. He lay back. I propped myself up on my arm and allowed myself to stare at his erection. My eyes darted back to Zach’s face. I could see how much he wanted me to touch him, but he wasn’t moving. Love for him surged through him. Lowering my gaze to his erection once more, I reached out and brushed the tip with my fingers. Zach sucked in a deep breath and his erection jerked, a drop of liquid coming out. I rubbed my forefinger over it, spreading it over his tip. Zach moaned. “You don’t have to do this,” he brought out, but I could tell how much he wanted it, and I wanted to give him pleasure. I actually caught myself enjoying the power I had over him. I wrapped my fingers around him and began stroking him. I worried that my grip was too tight but Zach seemed to enjoy it. I moved faster.
Zach’s eyes were closed and his jaw clenched tightly. I shifted until I was leaning over his erection. I waited for a moment of unease but there was only need and curiosity. This was okay for me. I pressed my lips to Zach’s tip. “Fuck!” He sat up so fast, he almost knocked me out with his arm. His eyes were wide in shock. I flushed. For a moment, we stared at each other. “You startled me,” he said, out of breath.
“I see that,” I said with a smile. He looked so adorably shaken. My hand was still wrapped around the base of his erection but I’d stopped moving.
“Don’t you want me to you know?”
“What? Fuck, yes, of course I want you to do that.” He looked torn, his chest heaving. “But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I...” He shook his head. “Fuck. I’m not good at this being noble thing. Fuck. I really want you to, but—”
“Shh,” I said. “It’s okay. I know you don’t want to pressure me.”
He rubbed a hand over his head.
“Lie back,” I said firmly. Zach dropped his hand and slowly did as I’d asked. I bowed my head over his erection again and licked over the soft head. Zach’s lips parted as he watched me. I wasn’t sure if I was any good. I did what felt right and what I wanted to do, taking Zach’s moans as encouragement. He tensed in my mouth. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, wrenched me back and squeezed the tip of his erection, his head falling back as he came on his hand and leg. “Sorry,” he said quietly, his eyes opening slowly. “I didn’t want to come in your mouth.” I let out a nervous giggle, suddenly overwhelmed by my own courage.