Lick Me Series 1 (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 8

Episode 8

Beth POV

"I expected you'd worked it out by now." Damon exclaimed ecstatically. As a result, I frowned. I had to scan through her list of sexual activities last night.

Everything on the list was really exclusive, and I wasn't sure whether I could participate in any of them. There were at least ten distinct sexual activities on the list.

Knife and weapon play, anal sex, breathing and choking kink, and on and on. So far, the only boxes I've checked have been kissing, vanilla touching, and conventional sex. The list demonstrated how dull I was for a college student, and I knew there were many more ladies out there performing all of these activities. Zack and I did nothing but missionary work and rarely snuggle after sex.

"I... I'm not sure." I stuttered, stirring the coffee, I was rather uncomfortable. I was also looking for Zack or anybody who knew him. Her demeanor shifted, and I gulped, sinking into the booth and praying it might swallow me whole. She was a terrible woman with a lovely physique and face who strangely caused things to happen to my body. Things Zack lacks the ability to do it. Her lips became a tiny line, her eyes mocked me, and I began an outburst of rant.

My quivering fingers delved into my beat-up John sports book bag and pulled out the list, which I passed to her.

"I'm—" I sucked. "This is all I'm accustomed to." My mouth was drying up as I spoke. I indicated the three boxes that I had checked so far. "I..." she rested her palms over my agitated ones, "relax. I'm not angry. Sure, I want more, and you are capable of more, but I will not harm you or push you past your limits." My gaze was drawn to her hands, and her touch made my body tingle.

"I've never done anything like this before." I flushed.

"Of course, Ms. Virgin, you never do." She made a joke. "Are there any things you're interested in and might wish to try?" I knew she desired more. A twenty thousand dollar cheque would not only cover kissing, touching, and natural intercourse. She needed to get her money's worth, and I needed to make ends meet in college. I gasped and took the paper from her fingers, scanning it over like I did last night. I stayed up all night reviewing everything till I contacted her in the morning and told her to meet me at my lunch time.

"How about choking, weapon play, and kink breeding? Along with the three I've previously chosen."

If I counted properly, that was 6 out of 10, which is well worth the money she'll be paying me.

"How about anal?" She inquired. My head trembled. I read far too many candid and horror tales about anal sex, ranging from it being very painful to essentially shitting oneself.

Her lips pursed as she reclaimed the paper. She then took out a pen and signed her name before handing it back to me.

"I don't generally do business at a crowded coffee shop, but because you're new to the entire thing, I'll let it slip."

"I'm sure you could describe each of them to me. The final three that I chose." I elaborated.

"I wouldn't simply tell you about them; you have to ask some questions about them, and I'll answer them."

"Alright." I nodded, still examining the form. There was one called public sex, but I'll get back to it later. "Do I get pregnant when this entire breeding process started?" I had no desire for a child. I was too poor, and I was a youngster who needed someone to look after me.

"It's risky sex. I come in you and you must find out how to avoid being pregnant. But the whole point of this is for me to get you pregnant."

My eyes widened, and remorse began to seep in; I wondered whether I could scratch my choice off the list, or if I couldn't because the contract had already been signed. As for the contract duration, it was renewed every six months, so all I had to do was cross my fingers that I didn't become pregnant during that time frame.

"Will the knife cut me when we're playing with it?" It was the only sexual quirk I could find to investigate before falling asleep in misery. "There may be a few scrapes, but no serious cuts that would result in scars."

I nodded, I knew I could do it. The choking kink wasn't too awful, so I didn't bother asking.

"What exactly is public sex?"

"Check the box, and I'll explain." She stated. Her gaze was drawn to me. I knew it was a trap; everything about her screams danger and a crazy time. But i nonetheless marked the box.

"It's precisely what it's named. Having sex in a public places. For example, public restrooms, parking lots, and even right here in the booth."

"Here?" As I gestured between us, my eyes widened. "Ho-how?" I flushed, wondering how we could have sex here.

"If you're wearing a skirt, I'd send you to the restroom to remove your panties." As she got closer to me across the booth, her dark voice murmured, and my eyes darted sideways, still on the lookout. "Then I put you on my lap and slip my cock into your tight pussy while you bounce on it."

I swallowed and felt a flutter in my tummy as her fingertips traced up my arms. "You know what I like about it, Beth?"

"Wh-what?" I inquired, intrigued. "You can't scream, and you'll have to take all 10 inches of my cock, up that pussy."

My teeth were buried in my lips. "You want to scream and yell, but all you have to do is accept it like the wonderful little slut you are." She gave a growl.

"Fuck." I spoke so gently that she didn't hear me.

"Do you have a bra on, Beth?"

"No," I said, mechanically as a zombie.

"I see your nipples are firm. Does this make you hot, Beth?"

I gasped as her fingers brushed over one of them, sending my body plummeting into another dimension.

"Ex-excuse me." I exclaimed, quickly hiding my nipples. Her voice box rumbled with a wicked laugh. "Did you go shopping yet?"

"About to, after class," I explained.

"That's good, since I'd want to see you tomorrow. I'll come to your house and pick you up." I grasped her arms as she stood up. "Can you tell me whether you're rough in sex?" I looked around, my hand slowly retracting, but she grasped it. "I may be brutal, but knowing your inexperience, I'll take my time."

"Oh," I said quietly.

"Quit overthinking it. I'll see you later."

I wasn't sure whether I was ready to see her tomorrow, but I had to do what I had to do.