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Chapter Eight: Practice

Chapter Eight: Practice

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Melanie:

Hm.

Ophelia went to the mall with some of her friends today, a couple days after I overheard her talking with Celine about... the topless kissing.

And even though she was being awfully surreptitious about it, I got a glimpse of a small, gaudy pink-and-black La Senza bag, and tried not to dwell too hard on the reasons my sixteen year-old would be purchasing lingerie.

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Luke:

"Fuck, Fee..."

I groan, bury my head in the soft slope of her neck, try and get control of my racing heart.

Ophelia's perky, naked breasts press flush against my bare chest, her legs parted as she sits on my lap, a little maroon-coloured skirt riding up high on her creamy thighs.

She always wears tights and leggings and stockings with her dresses. I know it's winter, but I can't help but imagine how smooth the skin of her bare legs would be beneath my palms.

Things worked much better this time. So far I haven't embarrassed myself, but that's because I've been focusing extra hard on not getting too carried away. Which is really fricking difficult, the way she whimpers my name and arches into me when I suck those pert, pink nipples of hers into my mouth, when she grasps at my hair, curves her hips against mine.

I never knew it was possible to feel so much. I mean, there's how soft her skin is, the smoothness of it, and then there's her clean, sweet smell, and the subtle earthy taste of her. And the heat that comes from her, and the sounds she makes, and her hands touching me, sliding across my skin, and now the way she's squirming her lower half, getting dangerously close to rubbing her core right against my boner and...

"Oh... Luke..."

Fuck... A couple last swipes of my thumbs over the tips of her breasts and she's letting out a breathless, helpless cry, squeezing her thighs together, her head falling back and her spine bowing and shit the space between her legs feels so hot and her eyes are pressed tightly shut and she goes rigid and grips onto me tight and then slackens and... fuck.

I think she just... came.

"Ah..." She lets out a soft, breathy moan, shivering a little, then leans forward and nestles her head in the crook of my neck, winds her arms lazily around my shoulders, collapses against me. After a few silent, heavy moments of her catching her breath she sighs, "Oh my God, Luke... What... just happened?"

I give her a squeeze, dazed and hot and ridiculously, irrationally pleased with myself. "I think you just had an orgasm, baby."

She inhales a sharp breath. "I've never... oh my gosh. That was... holy guacamole."

She's never... "You've... never had one before? Never... you know..." Frick, why did I decide to think about this right now? "Touched yourself or something?"

She blushes, shakes her head.

Damn. I guess I just gave her her first orgasm.