Lillian Henry is seventeen years old when her 20 year-old brother, Adam, and his best friend, Blake Kingston, enroll in the army. And she's eighteen, when they come back, her feelings left unchanged. As for his, they're even stronger than before.
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I kiss her earlobe, and down her neck. My lips trail a little upward, finding her jawline, her cheek, and then her lips, but our lips barely meet before I find myself going down on her, leaving a line of kisses from her chin to her lower stomach. I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs.
My mouth on her lower thigh, my hands up on her hips, pinning her to the couch, I listen carefully to the little noises she makes and how her breaths are more shallow every second that goes by. My lips are getting close to between her legs, but the moment she can probably feel my breath on her sensible skin, I pull away. Still on top of her, my arms cage her on the sofa and she looks at me, lust and need in her eyes.
She's most definitely aroused by the small foreplay I just pulled. I lean in to kiss her, and she bites her lip. So impatient, this beautiful Lily. I stop a few millimeters away.
"What do you want, love?" I ask her in a raspy voice, but I try to contain myself, to pretend I am not as excited as I actually am. I want her just as much as she wants me, but I've got to keep my head in the game.
"You," she doesn't even hesitate.
Her palms settle on my cheeks and it sends an electric discharge through my body. I'm so aroused she probably feels it through my pants.
"I know what you're playing, and we both know it won't work," she whispers in my ear. "I could even bet you would be the one to give in first if we were to play that little game."
"Is it a challenge?"
"It's a competition," she clarifies, pushing me away, making me fall off the couch.
I like this side of Lily. This daring side. And it just proves to me that she is comfortable with me, that she trusts me. She isn't as introvert and shy when it comes to the sex talk than I could've ever imagined.
"What's the price for the winner?"
She smirks, "What would you like?"
"A date," I tell her, and she looks at me surprised. "A dinner at one of those fancy restaurants where you have to get all dressed up, and a night at the hotel."
"Sounds like I win even if I lose," she points out.
"If I win, I don't make love to you at the hotel, I fuck you," as those words escape my mouth, I think I might've been a bit too far, too strong. I still try to be careful when it comes to sex, whether it's just talking about it or actually doing it. I fear I might trigger something inside of her.
Yet, she keeps surprising me. "Still sounds like a win-win situation to me."
I'm taken aback by her words that I can't even think about a proper reply, so I simply ask her, "What would you like if you win?"
"Three wishes."
I'm confused. Three wishes? Like in Aladdin? I'm no Genie, I can't grant wishes.
"I get to ask for three things and you can't say no. Realistic things, of course."
Guess, I'm the Genie after all. This girl loves Disney way too much.
I ask her about the rules of the challenge. They need to be precise, so there can be no loophole, no exception. They actually turn out to be quite simple.
1- Hugs are allowed as long as there is no touching
2- No touching (other than hugs).
3- No kissing.
I got this. I know I can win it, I have self-control.
But God, does she look beautiful.
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