“Okay, so, first question: overall, how was it?”
“Pretty good, I guess.” He still looks slightly nervous and takes a drink. However, his familiar smile tugs at his cheeks; not the weak one he gave me a second ago.
“Was she pretty?”
“Yes.”
“Was she a good kisser?”
“She was alright, I guess.”
“Did she lick your penis?” I ask. Harry’s head snaps to me next to him on the couch with his eyes widening a little
“Lick my penis? You mean a BJ? God, are we going there?”
“Oh, I’m only getting started.” I simper. He takes another long drink before sighing.
“Ummm…. Yea she did.”
“Were her boobies big?”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, like were they bigger or smaller than mine?”
“I really don’t know…”
“Yes you do.”
“Hah, you’re right, I do. I seem to remember seeing your boobs in the back of the bar that one time…” He sniggers, once again, referencing when he walked in on me changing that first week we met. God, that seems like so long ago. He just loves bringing it up still, though, doesn’t he?
“Stop! Quit trying to embarrass me, we’re talking about you. Now answer the question. Were her boobies bigger or smaller than mine?”
“Fine. They were smaller, I think. Can we stop now?”
“No.” I say to Harry. I notice that his hair is getting long when he runs his fingers through it anxiously. Inexplicably, I want to pull on a ringlet that hangs by his ear to watch it snap back. I stop myself, though, and shake the thought before asking my next question.
“Was she loud?”
“Sort of.”
“What kind of sounds did she make?”
“I don’t know, like sex sounds.”
“Come on harry, you’re not playing along!”
“Because if you can’t tell, I’m really uncomfortable right now.” he says and I can sense that fact in his movements. He finishes his beer bottle before I’ve even drunk half of mine and he sets it on the coffee table. I know that we should maybe stop because he hasn’t warmed up to me yet. However, I don’t care because I am actually enjoying myself.
“Well, I saw her last night and I would imagine she was a screamer.”
“Oh, so you’ve thought about it?”
“Yea, I have this weird, sort of psychotic thing where I sometimes imagine what people sound like during sex. It’s awful, and it’s ruined many relationships that I could’ve had with people because I can't look at them without thinking of them in bed. It’s the worst with college professors.”
“So, you’ve thought about what I sound like?”
“Oh yea, definitely.”
“And what do you think?” he asks. His genuine dimpled cheeks are back as I sit and look him up and down.
“You’re a soft moaner.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I dunno. Because you’re a singer. Actually, your moans are probably like in-pitch and musical.”
“Musical moans. That’s something I’ve never heard of.” He says, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. I am unfazed at letting Harry know that I’ve thought about what he sounds like during sex. However, I don’t want to dwell on it too long.
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A Falling Sky
أدب الهواةAnother Harry Styles fanfiction...but hey! Give it a chance! Bound together since birth, She's the Sky and He's the Earth. Skylar Reed has always been able to change the weather and her soul mate, Heath, can control the earth. They have been bound t...
