Chapter 9

“You feel things too deeply,” Nicole commented in a caring yet scolding tone, never stopping with the backrub she was giving me. “Just talk to them when school starts up again. I’m sure they’re fine.”

Megan and Zelda were not fine, or at least, not fine with me. From the beginning of the break all the way up to Christmas—today—neither of them answered any of my texts. With Zelda, I didn’t have the confidence to text her more than twice, but with Megan, I had texted her every single day of the break, with zero replies.

“I think I should text Megan again,” I mumbled. The backrub was helping, but not with everything. “Can you help me make a good text to let her know-”

“Nope,” Nicole simply replied. “Every time I tried to help you make up to a girl, it’s gone horribly. I think you gotta learn when to just not fix things with girls, and let time do its thing. Switch.”

Nicole and I turned around and I started massaging her back. “But it’s Megan,” I protested as my hands moved. “She never just ignores my messages.”

“Yeah, all the reason to realize that when she doesn’t reply, she doesn’t want to reply, bozo,” Nicole pointed out.

I stayed silent. It was a great point, but ... but I couldn’t just sit idly by and do nothing. If I knew something could be done, then I had the responsibility to do it.

“And your line of thinking is noble,” Nicole continued, reading my mind as she always did. “I get that feeling powerless sucks. But it’s not powerlessness. It’s control ... lessness. Things will work out. Or they won’t. But badgering them is the quickest way to make sure it doesn’t work out.” She turned back and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I conceded.

Nicole beamed in response and stretched her back, shooing my hands away without even needing to use her hands, then got up and retrieved a package from under her pillow. “Present time?”

I smiled politely. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

Nicole lowered an eyebrow and mimed slapping me across the face with her free hand. “It’s Christmas, lighten up,” she ordered with a playful tone.

I went with her miming, pretending to fall over. “Aaah...” I yelled, falling onto her bedroom floor, grabbing my cheek.

She responded by chuckling and lightly kicking me. “Be present for the present, you diva.”

“Only if you...” I replied, reaching behind me and grabbing her gift. “ ... will also be present for the present.”

We exchanged gifts and Nicole immediately inspected it, throwing out a few guesses, all of them way off. It was nice to see she wasn’t psychic about everything. Eventually we started to unwrap them together. Nicole’s smile spread across her face as she uncovered...

“A velvet art coloring book,” she murmured, looking it over.

I stopped unwrapping mine and nodded. “I saw old velvet art in your desk when we were cleaning in here a few weeks ago. I feel like you’d only keep stuff like that if you really liked it. I just wanted to get you something that would make you happy.”

She was still staring at it. “Damn...” she murmured. “I ... yeah. I did a lot of velvet art as a kid. You done good, hotshot.” Her voice got quieter as she talked. She eventually looked away. “I wish I got you something more meaningful now. I feel like an idiot.”

“Hey, c’mon,” I laughed, returning to unwrapping my gift. Internally, I couldn’t help but gloat. Booyah. I scored the bullseye. I knew that seeing her velvet art was an important find. I unwrapped my gift to find...

“Hey, it’s GTA five!”

Nicole smiled nervously. It was clear that she felt like she was underwhelming. “I figure since we’re playing games more, we may as well play the big ones.”

“This is cool, but I don’t have a...” I checked the box. “ ... PS3.”

“Well yeah, but...” Now she was turning red. “I do, and, uh ... Look, I’m only going to be playing it with you, no one else, not even alone, so it’s still a gift for you, dummy.”

I grinned, which only made Nicole squirm more, as well as keep talking. “I thought it would be-”

“I like it,” I soothed her, going in for a hug. “I’m looking forward to playing it with you.”

Nicole returned the hug, putting her head on my shoulder. “Mrrh,” she conceded.

“I’ve actually wanted to play it since it came out,” I continued.

“Well, duh,” she replied, her head coming up from my shoulder. “Remember how on the day it came out, like half the students skipped school? Scott asked me what was going on. I didn’t know how to tell him that half of his school skipped to go home and game.” She looked me in the eye as she finished talking, then blushed and looked away.

“What?” I asked with a smile.

“Mrrh,” she mumbled cutely again, then went in for a kiss. “Thanks, hotshot. This was a nice Christmas.” She hugged me again, and then slowly shifted more of her weight onto me. More ... more...

“Uh, Nicole?” I mumbled as I was beginning to lose my balance. I could hear her giggle as I felt my legs give out and the two of us crashed to the ground.

“Ow...” I groaned with a wince. “What was that?”

“Your gift was sweet. I wanted to cuddle.”

“Your bed is right there.”

“I wanted to cuddle on the floor.” I would have replied, but Nicole held my lips shut with her fingers, grinning and biting her lip. She kissed me on the nose and added, “Merry Christmas, boyfriend.”

Nicole always downplayed our relationship, and rarely called me her boyfriend. I made it clear I loved it when she called me that, no matter how awkward it sounded. She removed her fingers from my lips as I smiled back at her, then kissed her lips. Our kiss evolved until Nicole was on top of me, kissing me and, of course, grinding on me.

“Admit that Christmas makes you horny,” I told her.

Nicole grabbed at her heart and closed her eyes tightly like she was in pain. “Alright, prosecutor, I confess,” she replied in an overly dramatic voice, then rolled her eyes. “Such an idiot. You make me horny.”

“Me being considerate makes you horny,” I corrected her.

“Well me being anything makes you horny, you scuzzball,” Nicole barked back, shifting down my legs and grabbing my hard-on through my jeans. “Why, I bet you’re hard right now,” she added in a faux dramatic voice. She pulled down my pants with a determined expression as if she was proving a point, and revealed my rock-hard cock. “See??” She licked it from base to tip and stuffed it in her mouth, all while committing to the bit with this pissed-off expression. I laughed and she raised an arm and flipped me off, all while she sucked on me.

I threw my head back and relaxed. Playful sex was almost as good as serious sex, and with Nicole being Nicole, there seemed to be an abundance of both. It helped that ever since she decided not to run after other guys, she wanted sex from me more, though it probably would have been distasteful somehow to bring that up.

Nicole was committed, playing gently with my balls while sucking me down, her peeved expression never leaving her face. It was really cute, and the more I laughed, the more jokingly pissed off she got, so of course, I tried to laugh often. It wasn’t easy since Nicole’s blowjobs were unquestionably the best, and before long, I was firing into her mouth, which she eagerly accepted.

She seemed acutely aware of how sensitive dicks got after cumming, and gently slowed down her sucking, eventually releasing her mouth from me. “You’re the worst,” she said with a pout.

“You just sucked the worst’s dick,” I joked back. “You liked the coloring book that much, huh?”

Her pouting disappeared right up until I asked that question. “Mrrh,” she complained again, turning away to get her water. I couldn’t help but smile.

The forest we hiked last year. Midnight. Alone.

It was two days before class started back up again when Megan sent me that text. I replied confirming I’d be there before I even thought about how I’d get there, but I would walk if need be.

So, I did just that. It was a good hour away by foot, but I didn’t care. At 11pm, I made sure my parents were asleep, then snuck out of the house, beginning my trek to the woods. Luckily, I arrived right around midnight, and after a few texts, Megan and I found each other.

Like me, she was wearing a lot of layers, trying to brave the cold, but unlike me, she wasn’t interested in talking immediately. “Just follow me, I’m not ready to talk yet,” she simply told me, and started to walk through the forest. I shivered and followed her.

We walked until we reached this little hill at the edge of the forest. It wasn’t like a cliff or anything, but it was enough to overlook a bit of the city. Megan stood on top of the hill, looking over the city, and I slowly walked up next to her.

She never took her gaze off of the view before us. “We couldn’t have met at my place. Matt’s there,” she simply said.

“Yeah,” I replied quietly. “I guess my place would have been a bad idea too.” Neither of us said anything for a bit, so I decided to break the silence. “Did we need to talk about something?”

Megan stared at the city for a bit. “Need,” she repeated. “Do we ‘need’ to talk about something. Do we ‘need’ anything, Adam? Is what we want what we need? You don’t need me at all. I could walk out of your life anytime, you know.”

“ ... Megan, you’re scaring me,” I replied uneasily. “I’m really sorry I invaded your privacy. I had no idea you even liked girls.”

“I don’t,” she simply replied. “I don’t like girls. I’ve never been into girls. I’m not into them now. I’m just into Zelda, and I don’t know why, or how, or...” She exhaled, still laser-focused on the city. “I’m not a lesbian. Or bisexual. I’m straight. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Megan ... it’s okay to be bi. It’s cool if you are. I won’t jud-”

“God will judge me,” Megan replied. “My parents, Matt, everyone.”

“I bet your pastor would understand,” I mumbled. Weirdly, that was a breaking point for Megan. I heard sobbing from her, and turned away from the city to see her start to cry. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry.”

Megan got a hold of herself, still looking anywhere but at me. “I don’t want to lose myself,” she said, tears still on her face.

“Go on,” I encouraged.

“No. That’s it. I don’t want to lose myself.” Her lip quivered. “I try to put on a brave face, with everything. Whenever people are mean to me, or when they just dismiss me, even my best friends...”

“I’ve tried to make sure you feel like a valuable friend,” I replied immediately.

She gave me a look. “The last time we were in these woods, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. You sat me down on a rock and told me you had no feelings for me and that our relationship was entirely one-sided. Then you laughed, like you just told me a hilarious joke. I didn’t know what to do, so I had intercourse with you, just to make me feel like you liked me back and you were just mistaken or something. Yeah, you got better, but I never was allowed to be angry with people about things like that.” She looked away from me, out at the distance. “And now I think I am.” She stood there for a bit longer, before scooping up some snow at her feet into a snowball, and chucking it vaguely towards the city, all while giving a hearty yell.

“Megan...”

She breathed in and out a few times. “I feel like a new chapter is coming. A new me. Megan is dying. Maybe the person you’ll see next won’t even be named Megan,” she told me, with the same eerie calmness I remembered from last year, when she decided to get her abortion.

“Is the new you going to pursue a relationship with Zelda?” I asked.

For the first time since we got there, Megan smiled, and chuckled, though it was a sad chuckle. “Zelda,” she repeated, then sighed. “I don’t even know what the heck my plan was with Zelda, you know. Like, if you hadn’t barged in like that. What was I going to do after the break started, sneak off to her house? Kiss her? Date her? Have intercourse with her? I made a vow, you know. And the worst part was, Zelda accepted it. She would have been fine if we just kissed and didn’t do anything more.”

“Why is that the worst part?”

“Because I know I wouldn’t have been fine with just that. I wanted more. I’m trying to run away, trying to never have intercourse again, and I just, can’t, do it.” I saw tears form at the corners of her eyes again. “I know how badly it hurts. I know I don’t want to do it. I know I’m not a lesbian. I know I don’t even want to have intercourse with a guy, let alone a girl. God is testing me, and I’m failing. I can’t not do it, Adam. I can’t turn away from sin. What the heck does that make me?”

I stood by, not knowing how to answer.

She turned to me, the tears flowing. “What does it make me?!” she demanded. “I hate this. I hate this life. I hate myself. I’m losing myself, Adam. I hate what I’m becoming, I hate what I am.” Her lip quivered. I felt sympathy tears coming on. “I hate sex. And I can’t stop wanting it. I just need to let this chapter start. I need to change myself, before I just die.”

“Fuck that,” I heard myself blurt. Before I realized it, I was grabbing Megan by the shoulders. “No. Fucking no. I’m already dealing with Nicole trying to end her life, I am not going to let that happen to you too. You’re not dying, you hear me? You’re not going to die, you’re not going to hate yourself, you are going to be alright.”

Megan stared at me, digesting my words. Her own feelings about herself melted away in the face of what I told her. “Nicole is...?” she asked in a tiny voice.

I breathed in and out, trying to hide my tears but failing. Eventually, I was crying, just as much as Megan was. I don’t know how long I just stood there, gripping her shoulders, crying and repeating small statements like “everything is just so hard,” but the entire time, Megan just held my shoulders right back.

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to die,” she admitted. “I just meant that I’m ... I can’t go on like this.” She let go of my shoulders and I let go of hers. “I know I’m going to feel like a new person once we get back to Hazelwood. I don’t know if the new me is going to be better or worse. I just wanted to say goodbye. I thought you’d want that much.”

“And what if you don’t change?” I asked her. “What if you go back to Hazelwood and you’re happy w-”

“If I’m happy, that would be a change, Adam.”

It was my turn to throw a snowball at the city. Megan watched me, and added, “How bad is Nicole doing?”

I remained frozen in place from my position where I threw the snowball. I paused, then sat down on the snow. “I don’t even fucking know,” I answered. “Some days she’s great, some days she’s, uh ... scary.”

“You said I was scary.”

“No, scarier. Terrifying. Hurting-herself-in-the-bathroom level scary.”

“Oh my gosh,” Megan breathed. “Nicole. That’s not fair.” She didn’t say anything more, and before long, she was sitting next to me, with both of us looking out at the city together. Absent-mindedly, I grabbed one of her hands and was playing with it.

“Do you really mean it?” I asked. “About becoming a new person.”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “It’s not that I want it. It’s that I feel it.”

“Well, I’m willing to be friends with New Megan too,” I replied, still playing with her hand.

“I hope she’ll want to be your friend too,” she replied. “I want her to be.”

“So, what, New Megan will forget Zelda existed? That’s going to be awkward.”

Megan exhaled sharply. “I’m trying to forget Zelda exists too.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little ... unfair?”

“No.” She turned away, bringing her hand with her. “No it’s not.” She sat in silence for a bit before turning back to me, but still said nothing. When she met my gaze, she only shrugged.

“I love you,” I told Megan. “I’ll always love you. If you go away, I’ll miss you.”

Megan’s eyes got misty again. She looked down at the ground, then at the city. “You live your whole life being good,” she began calmly. “And then you find out that it was all for nothing. That you can’t be good. That even your friends can be poisonous. Your idol wants to kill herself. Your best friend and you made so many mistakes that you had to kill your son. The girl that makes you feel love again makes you feel so guilty you want to die. Your biological brother hates you now, and your spiritual brother just had a crush on you this whole time. Who knows if Carson ever even just liked me as a friend? I can never know now. And to top it all off, my body wants intercourse so much that hating it can’t stop me.”

I exhaled sympathetically, listening to her.

She stared at the city again, and looked off towards Hazelwood. It was too far away for us to see, but it was clear she was looking in the direction that it would be. At lightning speed, she got to her feet, picked up some more snow, and chucked it in Hazelwood’s direction. “Fuck you!!” she screamed in the direction of Hazelwood, her face unhinging as she screamed. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuuuck yoooou!!” She kept scooping up snow and throwing it, getting more sloppy with each throw until she collapsed into the snow, bawling her eyes out.

I quickly rushed to her back, holding her supportively. We laid there for the next ten minutes, with her crying and me rubbing her back and telling her it was okay, that everything was okay. Everything was not okay, and we both knew that, but both of us needed to hear me say it.

Megan wasn’t in class on Monday. Zelda was.

I stared at Zelda for an unhealthily long portion of the class—not as an object of desire, but as a friend. Even though I wasn’t the worst guy in the world, I could totally believe that I caused her to hurt, and possibly worse yet, she didn’t truly know if I didn’t care that she was a lesbian. Knowing she might not be in the mood to talk, I took a scrap of paper and wrote on it.

I’m sorry I asked you out. I didn’t know. You’re a great friend and I don’t want to lose that.

I waited until she was looking in another direction and slipped the paper onto her desk, then quickly leaned back in my chair and pretended, perhaps for the first time, to be interested in Mr. Kovacs’ lesson. Occasionally I would steal a look in Zelda’s direction, and after a few minutes, while I didn’t see her actually read the note, I noticed the note was no longer on her desk. She picked it up, and hopefully, she read it.

I accepted Nicole’s advice. I may have stuck my nose out again, but I did something small, instead of cornering her. The rest would be up to her.

Mr. Salvador looked up from the papers he was grading and nodded, looking right at me. “I think that’s the best decision you can make right now,” he told me seriously.

I shrugged, playing with my hands. Even just being in Savlador’s office made me nervous. “Well, you said it would help Nicole, so it would probably help me,” I concluded. “Plus, I have a lot of stuff to say, and ... I feel like I need to tell someone, or I’ll just explode.”

Salvador’s eyes danced. “Yes, I gathered as much last year,” he replied, as if we were sharing a joke. “I’ll recommend you to the school counselor as soon as I can.”

“I appreciate it,” I replied with a nod, then thought about it. “Actually ... can I ask a weird request?”

“‘Make’ a weird request,” Salvador corrected me. “And don’t ask me. Tell me the request. I can say no, but asking me if you can ask something cheapens what you’re about to say.”

That was definitely the Salvador I knew. “Can you ask them like how you did with Nicole? Where you’re recommending it on my behalf? I kind of ... don’t want to ask for counseling. I don’t want the counselor to know I asked.”

Salvador stopped reading, and put down the paper. He looked baffled. “Why?”

I shrugged. “Something about asking for it...” I stopped and chuckled. “Actually, yeah, something about asking for it cheapens the message. I feel like if I just come forward going, ‘I wanna talk about some shit,’ th-”

“What did I tell you?”

“Sorry, sorry. Some ... stuff, then it’ll seem like I feel like my problems are too big and important, when I know they’re not. But if I get recommended by a teacher, even if I asked them to, then that kind of ... confirms it. Like, it lets me know, ‘yeah, other people think this is bad too. They think you should talk to a counselor.’”

“I just said it’s the best decision you can make. There’s your confirmation,” Salvador replied.

“Yeah, but like, the counselor doesn’t know that. I’m probably just another emotional student who has problems. It just seems so silly.”

Salvador took off his glasses and started to clean them, shaking his head. “You’re stuck between two very emotionally volatile friends, both of them starting to display very concerning behaviors.”

“In their own unique ways, but yeah,” I admitted. I couldn’t help but think back to what Jason said about me ruining May’s life. What if I was ruining their lives as well? Megan’s and Nicole’s. If May stayed, would she be doing worse right now? Was I cursed?

“That doesn’t sound silly to me. Especially since, if I can be blunt, you don’t look like you’re doing all that well yourself.”

“I’m not,” I agreed. “But it’s mostly because I’m worrying about them, and a lot of the drama that we all caused.”

Salvador chuckled. “I’m glad you’re calling it drama now, instead of thinking it’s the most important thing in the world. Or that it happens only to you.” He put his glasses back on. “You’re at the age where a lot of people hurt over normal human things, Adam. And most people will come away from this just fine. Nicole is an extreme case, so we deal with it extremely. Based on what you told me about Megan, it sounds like she’s just going through a lot of stress. It’s impactful, but it’s also human.”

I frowned. Despite telling Salvador a lot, he didn’t have the full full story. I bet he would change his tune if he knew Megan’s whole story. I clicked my tongue but said nothing.

“Is there anything else?” Salvador asked after enough time passed to let his words sink in.

“I don’t think so,” I replied, standing up. “Let me know what they recommend. And yeah, I’d prefer if you recommend ‘on my behalf,’ but do whatever you need to.”

“I’m going to say you requested it, Adam,” he told me firmly. “Even the context of you knowing you need it is important information for them to know your intentions and do their job.”

I said nothing. That actually made a lot of sense. “Okay,” I finally said, walking towards the door. “I’ll see you in a month or so, won’t I?”

“You will. I’m glad you took drama again. You have a gift for it.”

“Yeah. Both kinds,” I said bitterly, and promptly left. I stayed longer than I wanted to as it was, and Nicole was probably not going to be happy, but as I check my watch, I realized I was still on time for the Council to start. Thankfully, I had beelined to Salvador’s office right after English class.

That didn’t stop me from jogging all the way to Room 203, and luckily, when I got there, it was seemingly seconds before the meeting started.

“Almost late,” Nicole said, looking at the room’s whiteboard before turning around to look at me. Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Huh. I would have bet money Megan would be here before you.”

My eyes wandered to Megan’s seat. Empty. I frowned to myself, seeing that everyone else was there, and trudged over to my seat, right beside Jarrod’s.

“How’s it going?” I asked him, offering a fist bump, which he returned. “Salvador treating you well?”

I tried to bond with him over any and all commonalities, and luckily for me, he took drama this year (though even just looking at him could tell you he was a drama kid). He shook his head, looking down at the floor. “I got a C- on my last assignment,” he lamented. “He’s too much of a hardass. I dunno how you like him.”

“He does that to kick the students in the pants a little,” I replied diplomatically. “He knows students give, like, a baseline effort. You’re giving seventy percent, which is normal. Every student only ever gives seventy percent. He’s the only teacher that wants to see you at a hundred. Trust me, if you do your next assignment with more effort, he’ll like you, and you might even like him.”

Jarrod just went “hm” in response, turning away from the floor. Nicole waited for about thirty more seconds before sighing and beginning the meeting, and it lasted for a full five minutes before Megan walked in.

She was a hundred percent right. Even her walk looked unlike Megan. She normally had a kind of glow to her face that was just ... gone. What used to be the shy makings of a smile was replaced by perpetually lowered eyebrows, even slightly lowered eyelids, and a vaguely inquisitive face.

When Megan walked in, the same face could be seen on Nicole for a microsecond as she looked at Megan, before she blinked and reverted to her normal expression. “Ah, Meggster. Good of you to join us.”

“My name is Megan. Just use that please.”

No one in the whole Council spoke for a little bit. Internally, I cringed. Megan wasn’t bluffing; she was a wholly different person now. I expected Nicole to take that well and move on, but for whatever reason, she didn’t. “Um, so, the last two billion times were fine but this isn’t?”

Megan shrugged. “I’m just telling you what my name is.”

Nicole’s lower eyelid slightly twitched in thought. “VP, take over,” she ordered roughly. “Megan, you, me, hallway. Now.”

Right before I got up to lead the meeting, I felt my phone vibrate with a text message. As I watched Nicole and Megan leave to have their chat, I read the text. A text from Zelda, one which made my heart sink.

I read your note. I can’t forgive you for this, I’m sorry. She left me because of what you did.

Sabrina sat next to me awkwardly, watching my face before asking me, “So ... what did you want to do in here?”

I sighed. “I’m gonna be real with you, Sabrina, I don’t think I want to do anything today. Yesterday was kind of hard on me. I just thought we could go here if you wanted to talk or something.”

“Talk?” she asked in a slightly weirded-out tone. “I mean, can’t we talk anywhere? If we have the key now, we should, you know, take advantage of the opportunity.” She started to trace lines on my thigh over my jeans as she talked, punctuating her point.

I smiled at her. “I know, we should, but right now, I have a lot on my mind.”

She smiled back. “Maybe I can help,” she offered.

I laughed. “You can’t fix any of my problems, they’re a bit too complicated.”

“Yeah, but I can...” Her hand went to my crotch, still tracing lines. My cock throbbed in my pants. “ ... Distract you again.”

I thought back to what Megan said in the woods. “That’s really sweet Sabrina, but I don’t want to make this too one-sided. I don’t want it to seem like I only want sex out of this.”

She smiled a confused smile. “Well, I mean, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. We do want sex out of this, right? I’m okay with it being, like, just sex.”

I stared at her for a bit. Without my protests, her smile got bigger. “Don’t worry,” she cooed, feeling like she was winning this little argument. “But I-”

“Okay,” I conceded, shaking my head. “But ... I’m going through a bit right now.”

“I know how to make you forget alllll about it,” she agreed instantly.

“No, no, I mean ... I want to eat you out. I want to feel like I’m helping you too.”

Sabrina turned pink. “You w-want to...”

I chuckled. “I think we already talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you actually wanted to,” she mumbled. “I’ve, uh, never had a guy do that to me.”

“Yeah, seems like guys don’t seem to do it, in my experience,” I replied. “But I’m not guys.”

Sabrina gave a big smile and looked back to the door of Room 203. At our angle, no one could see us in the room, and the door was locked. Satisfied, she bit her lip and slowly nodded, getting up.

I looked back to the door myself before giving her all of my attention, watching her undress. She chuckled, looking away in embarrassment, but didn’t stop, revealing her beautiful pussy to me. It was decorated with beautiful little tufts of blond hair, and her little lips were puffy with excitement. On one level, it was a shame no one ever ate her out before, especially since she blew two other guys. On the other, I was happy to be the one to give this to her.

She looked at the table and grimaced a little, which made me chuckle. “Don’t worry,” I told her soothingly. “We can do chair or standing up. Table is a little stiff.”

She smiled, still clearly shy having her pussy on full display to me, and opted to go for the chair, sitting down and spreading her legs open. “L-like this?” she asked. “Is this good? Or...”

I nodded, getting down on my knees before her. “Perfect,” I told her quietly, leaning in and kissing her between her legs, right above her pussy.

Even though it wasn’t even in her more sensitive area, the effect was instantaneous. She inhaled, then exhaled a breathy, “Oh wow...”

“Yeah, you think that’s good?” I jokingly teased her. “Watch this.”