Foul Play 🩷

Eight

"Okay?" Henry chuckles, looking at Millicent confused as her face flushes a brighter red. "Anything."

"Don't answer so quickly..." She leans on the table toward him, summoning all her courage. "You sleep around a lot, don't you, Henry?"

"Um... I guess so. Why?"

"You can help me." She grins, resting her hand on his arm as he only looks at her more confused than before.

"Help you? How? I'm not helping you have sex with Ben. I'm sorry, Strawberry Shortcake."

She pauses at the nickname as he smirks. "Strawberry Shortcake?"

He shrugs, amused with himself as he brings his hand up to her hair. "Strawberry blonde hair, and you're short. It's the perfect nickname..."

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head in a huff. "Whatever, don't call me that." She knocks his hand away as she tries to steer the conversation back on track. "So... as I was saying. You're experienced, and I'm not."

"Yeah?" He agrees, still unsure where she was going. He watches her squirm in her seat, dragging her eyes up to his.

"You can teach me?" She asks as he laughs, making her more nervous until he stops.

"Wait, you're serious? Teach you what? About sex?"

"Hands-on..." she offers, resting her hand on his arm again, sliding it up to his bicep as she feels him tense. "It's the least you could do. I know you're attracted to me, and despite my feelings about you, I can't deny that I am too..."

"You want me to have sex with you and teach you, so you look like less of a prude for your boyfriend?" He scoffs, shaking his head as he leans away from her, watching her pull her lip into her mouth. He groans slightly, rubbing his cock, half-hard in his jeans as she stares back at him. He quickly weighs her words, unable to push the idea of wanting to be with her out of his mind. But if he agrees, it would be for selfish reasons because he longed to touch her. He would have to deal with her reasoning behind it later.

Millicent begins to retreat away from him, thinking he was declining before he grabs her thigh, turning her attention back to him. He grabs the leg of her chair with one hand, pulling her chair beside his. "Wha—"

"Shh." He leans toward her ear, his breath hot on her neck, whispering softly, "have to be quiet unless you want to alert everyone in the library to what I'm about to do..."

"What are yo—" She gasps as she feels Henry grab her thigh, pulling her legs apart. He turns her back toward him, pulling her against his chest as he moved his hand under her skirt.

She whimpers softly, glancing around the secluded corner of the library to make sure no one was around as his hand reached her panties. Henry moved the hair off her neck with his free hand, nipping at the sensitive skin as he rubbed her pussy through her panties with his other hand. "Tell me," he whispers, a wet spot already forming on the thin fabric, and his middle finger finds her clit, "do you play with yourself? Make yourself come?"

"Yes," she responds in a light moan, resting her head back against his shoulder. "We shouldn't..."

He ignores her warning, pulling her panties to the side. His cock, now hard now, presses against his jeans as he pushed his middle finger through her wetness, coating his finger before bringing it to his lips, licking off the sweet arousal. He moans softly, returning his hand between her legs as he teases her.

She moans softly as he inserts his middle finger, the pad of his finger arched forward as he rubs against that sweet spot. Her moans started to become shorter and more frequent as she began to grind her clit against the heel of his palm.

He could feel her impending orgasm approaching and he slapped his hand over her mouth to stifle her. He feathers kisses along her neck as her entire body trembles under his grip, his cock now throbbing painfully and leaking as her orgasm begins to subside. He delicately replaces her panties back in place, rubbing her gently a few times through the fabric before releasing her. "Sure," he mumbles, pulling away from her as she adjusts in her seat, pulling her skirt down. "I could help you."

She flushed bright shade of scarlet, her chest and cheeks flushed from arousal. Her chest heaved as she panted, resting her hands on her thighs as she watched Henry bring his finger up to his mouth, licking her arousal as she clenched her thighs together. He smirked back at her as she bit her lip. "How is you playing with me going to help me?"

"Seeing how open you are. Besides, if you aren't comfortable with yourself and know how your own body works, your sex will always be mediocre. No matter how experienced the man is or isn't..."

"Oh," she mutters, staring at the table nervously until Henry grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to meet his blue ones. She watches him open his mouth to say something before he instead leaned forward to press his lips to hers. She tenses, her eyes still wide open on his closed ones before she leans into it, closing her eyes.

Henry smiles against her mouth as he feels her finally kiss him back. He goes slow, cradling her lower lip between his for a moment before darting his tongue out to tease her lip. She brings her hand up to his shoulder, sliding it up to his neck and then to his hair. He pulls away abruptly at the feel of her tongue, wanting to keep her wanting more. He clears his throat as he watches her open her amber eyes into his, slightly confused. "From now on we meet at my apartment. You tutor me, I tutor you."

She giggles at his smirk as she nods, standing up with her stuff. "And for the record, Ben isn't my boyfriend. We're just dating..." She slings her backpack over her shoulder as Henry stands up to do the same. "I'm not stupid. I'm sure he's seeing other women."

Henry laughs, following her out of the library. "Can I drive you home?"

She hesitates, stopping on the pavement outside the front of the building. "I don't know. I'm not sure it's a good idea..."

He smirks, leaning toward her to tuck some hair behind her ear as she pulled her lip into her mouth. "Afraid I'm going to fuck you in my car?" He chuckled at her lack of response, and he dropped his hand. "Don't worry, it'll be in a bed the first time. Come on, let me drive you home."

She relents with a sigh, following him reluctantly to his car and climbing into the front seat. They both sit quietly, a new awkward energy between them. She turns to him as he pulls in front of her house. "Thanks. I..." she sighs, pushing past the nervous energy she feels growing inside her. "I used to have this ideal notion of what my first time should be. But now I feel like it should just be with someone I trust. So know, I'm putting my trust in you. Please don't make me regret it..."

"I won't," Henry offers softly, squeezing her hand before she turns to leave abruptly. He watches her walk to the front door, looking back at him quickly before disappearing into the house. He sighs, pulling onto the street, hoping he can keep his promise as he tried to figure out a way to get rid of Ben...