Mutual Feelings | A Wenclair Love Story

Chapter 42: Go ahead, type Wednesday - 2

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CAUTION WARNING: SEXUAL SITUATIONS

Wednesday, March 6th, 2023
10:02PM
Wednesday's POV

"Then go ahead, type Wednesday," Enid tells me. Her words become ingrained in my mind within a second. How could someone sound so beautiful while being so demanding? If you had told me I would be voluntarily sitting on Enid Sinclair's lap, with her arms around my waist while we both wear matching dresses, I would have taken an axe to your head. Nevertheless, that is what's happening, and who's gonna stop it?

Well, it certainly won't be me. That's for sure.

I sit up straighter, having noticed my posture has changed due to the new positioning. Slowly raising my arms to the desk, I take a deep breath. I still remember what I was planning on writing. So, it would be better for me to type quickly...I have a gut feeling I might get distracted as I work.

I rest my fingers on the keys and Enid rests her fingers on my legs, setting them lightly onto my knees as her thumbs go back and forth on my skin. Then, I begin to type. I start slow, not being able to focus as well as I normally do. However, eventually, I get used to the sensation of her hands on my skin, and I start to type faster. At some point, she even rests her head on my shoulder, setting me back a few seconds but I soon regain my composure. Half of my ideas are typed out, but as I continue, I find myself having more and more to write. I'm not complaining, perhaps this way writers block will be a distant misfortune with all my new possible plots and storylines.

Having possibly gained too much confidence in my ability to pay attention, my breath hitches as I feel Enid gently kiss at my neck. Her soft lips press light and hard on my skin as she travels around the area, knowing she will leave marks. I notice a small change in my typing, now catching myself having a few grammatical errors in my writing. It's a typewriter, so going back and fixing it is not something I can do. I try not to worry about it, knowing it's merely a draft and changes can be made at a later time. Besides, as I tilt my head slightly to the right, giving Enid more access to my neck, she makes me forget about the minor spelling mistakes anyways.

The kisses on my neck then turn into her sucking on my skin, ensuring that bruising will be a problem that I will later have to deal with. I clench my jaw and pay extra mind to keeping my mouth shut. I so badly want to kiss her, but I have a feeling she has another plan for me. A faint whimper escapes her lips as she moves from one spot in my neck to the next, leaving me longing to hear another. So pretty, so incredibly pretty. My breathing has picked up ever so slightly, and the feeling in my lower stomach is becoming more pronounced. It's getting to a point where I can no longer pretend the wetness in between my legs isn't there. Is it normal to be this aroused before you're even touched? I wouldn't know. I'm fairly new to this, and I'm learning along the way. What I do know is there's a growing pulsing in the lower half of my body, needing to be stimulated somehow, someway.

I pull my legs together from under the desk, squeezing them as I attempt to assist some of my discomfort. It works for a moment, and I embarrassingly let out a light sign of relief as my thighs sit pressed close. Like I said, it works for a moment, until Enid takes her hands that are already rested on my knees and pulls my legs apart, separating them a few inches until they are back where they were before.

"Don't worry about that." Enid says, pulling her mouth away from my neck to talk. She sets another kiss on my jawline, speaking clearly and gently, somehow with a small sense of hurry as she picks up her pace on my neck. I bit my bottom lip at the combination of her voice and her hands holding my knees apart. "Just type."