Don't Stand So Close (completed)

Chapter 8*

Sometimes in life things don't go as planned. We're used to being let down, and even used to being happily surprised on occasion because that's how life works. A happy surprise event isn't planned, but it's joyous. We never know where an unplanned scenario can lead but we can always stick around to find out. And that's what Harry and I decided to do. We'd give it a shot. We'd take it seriously, but we'd also keep it a secret until we could figure out how to tell the people we loved, mostly Starla. And a secret was best at first, especially if for some reason we just didn't work out.

As I once again found myself straddling Harry's thighs and grinding down on him, lips searching his neck with small pants and whimpers falling from his lips, his doorbell rang. Our dinner had arrived. I was barely hungry for any food with all nerves flowing through my body but Harry insisted I eat a portion.

"You'll eat, Anna. The least I can do is make sure you have dinner. Okay?" He's smirking at me as he's plating two dishes of curry and rice for us. We sit at the table, next to one another where the corners meet. I'm trembling in anticipation of what we might do after we eat because if the hot make out session we were just having is any indication, I'm betting on this leading to sex. But Harry seems to be reveling in holding off a little longer.

Every gulp of food feels good but I can't stop wiggling from being so worked up. I feel like my face is on fire and I can't stop watching Harry's large hands and thick fingers as he brings the fork up to his mouth. Suddenly Harry's right hand is grasping my chin and smushing my cheeks together, "Calm down a little. We have all night." He removes his hot palm and goes back to eating his curry, in no hurry might I add. That display of dominance did nothing to calm me. It just stoked the fires in my tummy further.

I huff and make a strange noise that I don't know I've ever heard before, "I can't calm down, Harry. I'm so worked up. I'm so... anxious!" I raise my bum off the chair and tuck my right leg underneath myself and try to slow my breathing. I'm very on edge and very horny. I felt that large bulge in his pants, I know he's right there with me, but somehow the nerves he had when I first got here have transferred straight to me and I can't sit still.

"Okay. Okay. So, let's talk about what you want to do after this. After we're done eating. What do you want, Anna?" He scoops another forkful of food into his mouth and chews as he watches me with a knowing, and even cocky look on his face. He knows exactly what I want.

"God. I don't know Harry. I think I just need to touch you and have you touch me and then wherever it goes..." I scoot off of my leg and put it back down on the ground and then lift up to put my left leg under my bum.

Harry laughs through his nose and swallows his food, "What do you like? When you're intimate with someone? Touching someone and having them touch you?" He's serious. His tone is curious and serious. He's not joking but it's making me feel like I'm losing my mind and I don't know what to say. What do I like?

"Um... well, I like it when guys go down on me. I've never had an orgasm from intercourse, except when I'm by myself, you know, and I use a..." I trail off. I'm nervous and embarrassed for some reason and then I whisper, "... toy." I watch for his reaction but he stays serious and calm.

"A toy? Like a dildo or a vibrator?" I nod and whisper both. Harry puts his fork down and I notice his breathing has picked up a little before he continues, "Okay. Good. So you orgasm with a partner only when they've given you cunnilingus but not penetrative sex?" I nod again and lick my lips. My food long forgotten.

Harry continues with his questioning, "Do you make the first move or is it the other person usually?"

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I need to calm myself. When I open my eyes I look at him directly, "Well, usually the guy will be the first one to ask me out but when it comes to sex I don't really know. I think sometimes I guide them. Like, a lot of guys don't think to go down on me unless I tell them I need it so I usually speak up but I'm not shy to make the first move." Harry nods at me as if he's calculating everything, filing my answers away in his head.