Becoming Kennedy

16- Teach Me

I'm so stressed about meeting Michael today.  I swear I'm losing my hair.  What can I expect?  I look down at my short, flowy skirt, and run my hands over it to smooth it, as if it'll help smooth my nerves.Is he going to tell me, or is he going to show me?  I wouldn't be opposed to him showing me, I mean, he's really attractive.

What am I saying?  He's Abigail's boy toy, and Luke's best friend.  I'm in such a mess.

It seems like three o'clock comes way too quickly.  I get in my car, and begin the drive to his hotel, cranking my radio up, trying to ease my nerves.  I haven't felt this nervous since that night I got in the car with Luke.

Before I can knock, Michael swings the door open, "Hey."  He's smiling, and it settles my nerves a little bit.  Maybe this won't be too bad.

I walk in, and he steps close to me, "I've never done this before, but I don't think it's really something I can talk you through."  He sounds unsure of himself, but I smile encouragingly, "I trust you, Michael."

He scratches the back of his neck, before moving close to me, "Remember how in math class, your teacher said the only way you were going to learn anything is to do it over, and over, and over again?"  I stay silent, but nod my head.  Where is he taking this?

"Well, same deal here."  Before I can get a word in edgewise, his soft lips are on mine.  His body presses against me, pushing me against the door.

I push back a little, and he grabs my wrists, pulling me to the bed.  There's so many questions in my head, but my lips won't tear away from his long enough to ask them.

He stops, and pulls away from me, "No hesitation, Kennedy.  If you have a question, ask, and if you don't know what to do, it's okay.  I'll show you."  I nod my head quickly, and try to regulate my breathing.  I want to kick myself for how bad I want this.  I shouldn't, considering it's Michael, but I tell myself it's for Luke.

He sits down on the bed, and pulls me onto his lap.  His hands slip under my skirt a little, making the skin on my thighs burn, "Good.  Skirts are good.  Easy access."

It's like he's got a million hands.  Two are on my thighs, and one is cupping my cheek, and one is travelling up my midriff, reaching my breasts.  Another is pulling my hips to his.  It's all happening so quick.

I try to clear my head, and relax.  If this is going to work, I need to relax.  I pull away from the kiss, only to take a deep breath.  Michael kisses my cheek as I begin to relax.  His fingers are rubbing small circles on my upper thighs, and I'm grateful that he doesn't seem too eager to move them anytime soon.

"Michael?"  He looks up at me, his blue-green eyes sparkling.  Literally.  Sparkling.  Finally, I find my voice, not able to control how it cracks, "I want you to teach me how to give a blowjob."  His lips form a small smile, "Let me guess.  You're a receiver."

I furrow my brow, "What does that mean?"  He flips our position, so I'm lying on my back, and he's hovering over me, "You've received sexual favors, but you've never returned them."  For what seems like the millionth time today, my cheeks turn bright red, "Um.  Kind of, yes."  A little crease shows up in his brow, "Wait, how virgin are you?  Please tell me you've at least received oral."

I nod my head, and thankfully, he doesn't push.  "Okay.  Let's get started, then."  He sits up, and grabs my hand before pulling me up as well.

I'll admit, I'm a little nervous.  Is he going to make me get undressed?  How long does it take for guys to get hard?  As I'm racking my brain, trying to remember what I read in that article earlier, Michael's voice pierces my thoughts, "You don't have to take your clothes off or anything.  I don't want you to be too uncomfortable."