Chapter 4: Not From A Textbook

Author’s Note: A big ol’ Thank You to everyone who’s reading and commenting. Another round of thanks to AuroraIncident, without whom this story wouldn’t exist. My Beta Readers, especially Boots and adub. And a special thanks to the author, who shall remain nameless here, for your criticisms, which led to significant rewrites to this particular chapter.

Since this is a shorter chapter, Chapter 5 is scheduled to be released sooner than we’ve done in the past. I haven’t decided how this will affect the release date for Chapter 6 yet. Be sure to check my author’s page for information regarding updates to the release schedule.

As always, any characters engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.

4 - Not From A Textbook Saturday, August 19, 4:07 AM, Belews Lake Woods

Miles froze.

Fuck! His eyes darted about, trying to see anything out of place. I’ve crossed these woods so many times. I got careless. Where’d that voice come from? If it were an adult, they wouldn’t be whispering.

“Huh-Hello?” He whispered into the void.

“Hi friend!”

What the hell?

“Pixie?”

“Of course. Were you expecting someone else?”

I wasn’t expecting YOU.

“No. Well, possibly? Where are you?” His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness enough to make out any figures from the woods.

“Right here,” she giggled as she stepped away from the tree.

“Phew, I wasn’t expec...” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Holy shit!

“What’s wrong?” She held up her hands.

Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?

“Where are your clothes?” He averted his eyes.

“I tucked them away,” she took his hand and tugged him lightly. “C’mon, we gotta get further away from camp so no one can hear us.”

Is this a trick? Someone has to be playing a joke on me.

“Okay...” He tried again, letting her lead them as he continued looking up. “But why are you naked?”

The greatest joke of my life.

She led him to a spot where they could see the sky through the leaf canopy.

“Because I’m not ashamed of my body.”

She’s 4’11 at best. Couldn’t possibly have much more than an A cup. Maybe AA. Yet, She’s standing in front of me like nothing is out of the ordinary. She’s more comfortable with her body than anyone else I’ve ever met.

“Miles?”

Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like whatever she’s gonna ask?

“Yes, Pixie?”

She released his hand, took three steps forward, turned, and faced him. “Are you ashamed of my body?”

“No! I mean Ye- No. Errr, s’hot! Uh...”

She blinked several time as she attempted to process his response, “Pretty sure I heard a ‘No’ in there ... are you reassessing your answer?”

“Sorry,” he pointed to his forehead. “I think it’s rebooting.”

“I can wait for your answer,” she smirked.

Be careful with how you answer this.

He lowered his gaze, attempting to maintain eye contact and failing immediately.

She’s so petite I would have thought her boobs would be nonexistent, but ... wow they’re definitely there, and they’re looking right at me.

She held her hands out from her sides, further putting herself on display.

Okay, even if they are looking at me, I’m looking right at them! I should not be ... they’re so nice, I mean no, should not be looking at them. But she can’t expect me to look away. She probably expects me to close my mouth before I start to drool though.

“You okay?”

Oh, God. She’s talking isn’t she? How’s she expecting me to focus on what she’s saying if she’s expecting me to make an observation on her body?

“I- uh...” He couldn’t find his words. His eyes continued to travel lower. Even in the moonlight, he could see that she took her personal grooming more seriously than he would have assumed of someone who walks around the woods naked.

His struggle to find his voice was made more arduous as she took a step. Not toward him, but merely to separate her legs from one another. If she held a look of anger or embarrassment on her face, Miles had no way of knowing. He couldn’t bring his eyes above her hips.

There is no logical way for her body to be this well-illuminated by moonlight. Though he couldn’t explain it, he also couldn’t complain about it.

God, she’s perfect. He grinned and gave her a nod.

“Is that your answer?” She querried.

“Oh, shit,” he blushed. “What was the question?”

“Are you ashamed of my body?”

“Hell no!” He said with more force than intended. “I- Uh ... I mean, no. I’m not ashamed of your body. And I definitely see why you’re not ashamed of your body.”

Satisfied with his response, she smiled and returned to his side to take hold of his hand once again. The sensation made him feel important.

“You didn’t know I was going to be out here, did you?” She had the same bounce in her voice as she usually had during the day.

“No,” he admitted. “In fact, I’m still not at all sure why you’re here.”

“Well, as you know, today is my birthday.”

“Yeah. Happy Birthday.”

“You’re actually still a bit early. See, I was born at 4:20.”

Of course, you were.

“So I wanted to be one with nature at the exact minute of my birth.”

“That makes a surprising amount of sense.”

In a Pixie sort of way.

“Miles?”

Uh oh, what now?

“Yes, Pixie?”

“Are you ashamed of your body?”

Well, if that other question wasn’t a trap, this one sure is.

At nearly 6 ½ ft, with broad shoulders and a body toned from years of swimming over an hour a day, Miles was well aware of how he was perceived by others. But he had always focused so much on how others saw him, he hadn’t put much thought into forming his own opinion.

“Pixie, I uh...” He let out a long exhale and forced himself to stare at the ground. “Have you ever known anyone who ... Pixie. You know how some people are born with a tail?”

“You were born with a tail?” She struggled to keep her voice at a reasonable volume.

“Well, what’s even more rare,” he kept looking down. “Sometimes it’s not on the back.”

She took a second to process the image, “Really?”

“No,” he laughed. “Sorry. I just ... no one has ever asked me that before. I didn’t have a response ready.”

“So ... no tail?”

“No, Pixie. I don’t have a tail.”

Why does she look disappointed by that?

“I see,” she gave a look that he knew meant she was unimpressed with his joke answer. “So now that you’ve had a second to think it over...”

“No ... I don’t think I have any reason to be or anything,” he sounded more confident than he felt. And he didn’t sound particularly confident.

“Good. I don’t think you should be, either,” she sounded satisfied with his answer. “Miles?”

Again?

“Yes, Pixie?”

“Would you like to join me in being one with nature at the moment of my birth?”

Holy shit! Now she wants ME to get naked?

“It won’t be anything sexual,” she clarified. “Just two friends being one with nature. Appreciating the beauty of nature. And of each other’s bodies.”

Again, that makes a surprising amount of sense. Miles glanced at his watch and saw he didn’t have time to debate.

He kicked off his shoes at the same time as he removed his shirt. He looked over; her eyes were locked on his. She never broke eye contact as he removed his shorts.

Her smile seemed to widen but she kept looking at his face.

“Thank you,” her emotions caused her voice to waver as she took his hand again.

“In case you’re wondering ... I’m not ashamed of your body. And I definitely see why you’re not ashamed of your body,” she repeated his words back to him as she took his hand again.

Her question regarding his perceived body image had lingered in his head enough to make him self-conscious; the enemy of an erection. But receiving her praise, regardless of how innocent and innocuous it was, freed him from his self doubt. Despite his desire to not sully the moment, his cock sprung to life. He attempted to move his free hand to cover it, but she took that hand as well.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t feel the need to hide your body.”

As far as he could tell, she still hadn’t let her eyes stray from his own.

“But you said this wasn’t supposed to be sexual” With her so close, he nearly had to look straight down to keep eye contact, but his kept wandering towards the soft dunes that graced her chest.

She shrugged. “Is it?”

Is it not? She knows she’s giving me a hard-on and thinks it’s not sexual? Ahhh, what do I know? She does seem to be just as comfortable with me being naked. If it doesn’t bother her, why should it bother me?

She took in a deep breath and squeezed his hand.

Her confidence. Her comfort. Her lack of inhibition. She seemed too wise to simply be eighteen. He’d found her attractive since the moment he’d laid eyes on her in the bus. Now, he was being given a unique opportunity to see her true beauty. The realization brought with it a comfort. Enough that the moment stopped feeling sexual. He felt a silly sense of relief as his little soldier decided not to stand at full-attention.

“Thank you for being with me for this experience,” she stared up, half looking at him and half staring at the starry sky beyond him. “That’s the third time you’ve made my birthday special.”

Miles didn’t want to spoil the moment by asking what the second was.

“I honestly can’t think of anywhere else I would rather be right now,” he stated.

She smiled at his response, then hugged him.

Having a naked girl press her body to him shifted his faltering erection from semi back to full. He managed to rotate his hips but it wasn’t enough to keep his rod from bumping against her.

“Oh,” she giggled, clearly startled by the unexpected contact. She stepped back to look at his cock.

“Now that the anniversary of my birth has passed...”

She stared up at his face again.

“Would you like this to be sexual?”

Trap! That one is definitely a trap!

“Um ... is that something you would like?”

Her expression turned to one of slight confusion, she lowered her free hand between her legs, then brought it back up to examine. He could see the tips of her fingers glistening from the lubrication she just doused them in.

It’s the dead of night, what the hell spotlight are we under that I can see so well?

She smiled at the liquid causing her nails to glisten. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been this aroused in my life ... Physically? I doubt there is anything my body would crave more right now.”

His cock twitched again, making contact with her small bosom this time.

“Emotionally?” She seemed unsure of how she wanted to finish that thought. “It’s probably not a good idea.”

This is a total fucking trap.

“And if I said I would like to?”

“Well ... we just did something I could tell you were uncomfortable with, but you did it because you saw it was important to me. I could return the favor. I’d only ask you not to embellish what transpires between us.”

“Pixie?”

“Hmm?” she purred.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Um ... is that important?”

Her reluctance to answer made him weary to follow up. Though he was older than her by a month, their entire exchange until that moment had him feeling infantilized. By avoiding giving an answer, she’d given him a margin of hope that he may be worth what she was proposing.

“I ... think ... maybe?”

She looked at the ground, her cheeks reddening as she debated how he might respond to her answer, before restoring eye contact with him.

“I’ve never shared my body with anyone.”

Again he gulped, “And you’d share it with me just because I was here?”

“No!” she looked a little offended.

Shit.

“I didn’t ask you to join me ‘because you were here’,” she mocked his description. “I wanted you to join me because, from the moment we met, you never looked at me like I was a freak. You probably can’t imagine how many people see that I’m tiny and just think of me as some ... some ... kid.”

There was anger in her tone he’d not heard before.

“It’s ... unbearable at times. People I’ve gone to school with for my entire life don’t even realize we’re in the same class. At the start of every school year, some teacher is convinced I’m in the wrong room. Or even the wrong school. Or that I skipped like 3 grades.”

She was having trouble hiding her anger, but even more trouble hiding the tears forming in her eyes.

“But you showed up, and it never felt like that. You seem to be surrounded by beautiful women constantly, and when you look at me, you make me feel like I’m one of them and not some ‘midget’!”

The way she spat out the end of the sentence told him the word had been used to insult her, and likely more than once.

She caught her breath and continued a bit more calmly.

“And when you came across me out here, like this, you didn’t try to make me feel uncomfortable. You didn’t take advantage of me. You even pretended like you didn’t want to look at me,” a smirk flashed across her face. “And most importantly, you didn’t make fun of me, even when I asked you to join me. And I don’t know how, but I knew you wouldn’t. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered to ask. Hell, I offered myself to you and your reaction was to ask how I’d feel about it.”

He wanted to speak up but didn’t feel he had anything to contribute.

“When I see you look at me ... I actually feel pretty. I feel ... special. I feel safe.”

They both stood in silence for a moment. She didn’t sniffle, but her eyes welled until tears escaped out the corners.

Of all the emotions I’m feeling right now. Miles’s heart was still thumping against his sternum. Safe wasn’t the first thought to come to mind.

“Thank you,” he finally responded. “For allowing me to share that experience with you.”

She took his hand in both of hers and kissed it softly. “Thank you for understanding. Does this mean you wish to share another experience with me?”

His inner monologue was no longer screaming that this was a trap. Instead, he felt an intimate closeness with her that he’d never shared with anyone before. When she had finished her rant, he realized he wanted to be the person who made her feel pretty. He wanted her to know she was special. And he wanted to keep her safe.

“ ... If I had said ‘yes’...” he still feared tarnishing the moment, “That I wanted to make this a sexual experience ... you’d just go with it even though you said it probably wasn’t a good idea?”

She brushed one of her cheeks dry and shrugged again, “Like I said, I’m really turned on. And I DO feel like I owe you for making my birthday special, like ... three times?” She thought about this. “Actually, like four times now. And I guess part of me figured if my first time was with someone with more experience, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad as I’ve heard it can.”

“First of all ... I...” He tried to remember how she’d phrased things earlier, “Never shared my body with anyone.”

Her eyes went wide.

“How is that possible?” She leaned away from him, looking him up and down.

“It’s true. I mean, I’ve dated. Fooled around a bit,” he clarified, not minding her blatantly objectifying him, “But never went all the way.”

She seemed to consider this while staring up, past Miles, at the stars.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had made an assumption about you.”

“It’s fine,” he followed her gaze to the sky just in time to see a shooting star. “No harm done, right?”

He was surprised when she didn’t respond, he looked back down to see her staring at his manhood. “Pixie?”

Her body jerked as he startled her back to reality. Even in the moonlight, he could tell she was blushing.

“Sorry, it’s just ... I’ve never seen one before.”

“What? With the way, you didn’t even look when I got undressed, I figured you’d ... I dunno ... visited nudist colonies or something.”

“No silly,” she pushed against his abs. “Though I’m glad I wasn’t the only one making incorrect assumptions.”

She pushed him again, not fully accepting how firm his chest was, she let out a playful squeal “You’re actually the first boy who’s seen me ... well ... who’s seen all of me.”

“I...” he searched his brain for the way to respond, “Then I’m honored to be the person you’re sharing this experience with, too.”

Her gaze wandered from his face, she took a second to admire the definition of his torso.

“Miles?”

These questions are always trouble.

“Yes, Pixie?”

She bit her bottom lip, unsure of how to ask her question,

“Would it bother you if I DID look at it?”

This ... doesn’t sound like a trap ... I have no idea what this sounds like.

“Uhhh ... I don’t know if I understand.”

“Well ... I didn’t want you to feel sexualized when you undressed, so I didn’t look. I mean ... I saw ... but I didn’t really see.”

The nervousness in her voice was an endearing change.

“And I’ve never really seen one. Not in person, really. Textbooks don’t count,” she shuffled her feet. “And since you’ve been okay being naked in front of me ... I was wondering if it would be weird if I actually got a good look at it.”

We’ve been out here naked for like 10 minutes, why is this question turning me on?

“And it’s still not sexual?”

“Uh...” She glanced down at his fully erect penis. “I dunno if I’d say ‘not sexual’ but I’m trying to think of it as more ... educational.”

“Educational?”

She tilted her head to the side. “Did you feel like your Sex-Ed class was as thorough as it could have been?”

“Well, I guess not. But I’m not sure-”

“Did you learn everything you’d hoped to?”

“Is it possible to learn all that?” Miles scoffed.

“Not from a textbook,” her eyes drifted as her tongue palpated her lips.

Miles had no response.

“What can I say?” She shrugged. “I’ve always been more of a hands-on learner. Besides, that class was too sterile. Way too much left as a mystery. I may not be the best student, but when there’s a subject I’m interested in I pay attention. And I want to learn more.”

“But ... what if this makes it weird between us?”

“I mean ... we’re already on full display for one another. Not sure if me getting a closer look will be the straw that breaks the camels back,” She tittered. “Besides, I’ve already been dreaming about you and it hasn’t seemed weird. At least this way maybe I can get your proportions right.”

He inhaled sharply as his body twitched.

“Easy Miles, I was just kidding,” she laughed, pushing him again.

Okay, now she’s going out of her way to touch my chest.

She stopped laughing and stared at him straight in the eyes before adding, “It’s for when I masturbate.”

The saliva that had pooled in his mouth at the first image got caught in his throat at the latter. He had no idea whether she was messing with him or not. “How are you simultaneously this innocent and this dirty?”