The Flyer

CHAPTER 36: Baby

CHAPTER 36: Baby

Wendy's POV

I had asked without thinking and Kyle had been quick to reply. Very quick. He was seemingly excited.

I look up at him. Droplets of water fell from strands of his hair onto his face. "So," he says, his voice deep, "what do you want to touch?"

I blush and just stare at him. I don't know.

Suddenly, Kyle grabs my hand and I jump slightly. His hands are still wet. "Just touch something and we'll go from there." He guides my hand to touch his chest.

"Y-you're warm."

He smirks. "I can assure you that I'm warmer elsewhere."

Oh my God!

I try to pull away, but his hand still grabs mine.

"Just keep going down," he says as he moves my hand to his stomach.

Here is when it becomes clear to me that I'm touching him. So I move my hand to touch his hip bones and I look up at him and he's regarding me silently. His stomach moves in and out with every breath in a quick and almost anxious way.

Kyle roughly moves my hand down to his dick and I panic. He won't let me move my hand away so I just make sure my hands and fingers don't actually touch anything. "Touch me." His voice is low and deep.

"I- I don't know how!"

"You don't have to know how," he murmurs, "Just touch. Try. Wrap your fingers around. Anything. Please."

He sounded so... needy. Full of want. Could touch really do that much?

I hesitantly graze his length with the tips of my fingers and I immediately pull them back.

No. No. No. Scary! Scaryyyy

"Wrap them around." He looks directly into my eyes and my face flushes. It felt like a demand. An order, really.

He lets go of my hand and I slowly wrap my fingers around as best I can. Kyle lets out a very soft sound. Like a mix of a sigh and a moan and he leans into me. "Now move your hand," he places a kiss on my lips, "up and down."

"N-no!" I'm about to move my hand away when his hand holds it in place.

"You said you wanted to touch me." He grabs one of my breasts with his other hand and I feel weird. I was grabbing his dick and he was groping my breast.

He squeezes and before I can stop myself, a sound resembling a moan escapes my mouth. Not even a second after, he twitches in my hand. I gasp and pull my hand from his as I look up at him. "Your-your! It moved! It just moved!"

He ignores me and starts guiding my hand again, but my fingers are loose and no longer wrap around him. He frowns and lets go of my hand and I quickly place both my palms down on the counter. "You're starting to confuse me a bit," he crosses his arms over his chest, "I thought you wanted to."

"I did, but it's scary!" I look away from him embarrassed that he'd think I was being childish.

He cups my chin with his hand and makes me face him. Then, he gives me a small smile and I didn't know how to respond. "It's not scary, baby. It's just new."

"Well, new stuff is scary."

He arches a brow. "Is it? I don't think so. I think it's safe to say that you're used to us kissing and me touching your breasts and that you're even used to the sight of my dick now. That was new to you not too long ago and it's not scary anymore, right?"