Chapter 2: I Don’t Owe You Anything

“Fuck, Left, to the left!” I felt her walls convulse against my lips, my tongue circling her nub, “Fuck you’re a quick study.” I moved from a prone position to kneeling on her bed and took her in. Susan’s chestnut hair had a natural color, but her face was red and caked with sweat. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were a bit glassy.

“I aim to please.”

“Why do you want to learn? Why this way? If you were interested in repeating the other night this wasn’t necessary.”

“I didn’t want or intend for that to happen. But it did. and if I’m going to be doing something I want to be good at it. And I will eventually find a woman to love. Ideally Alex ... or maybe Mindy. Man, I’m fucked in the head. I want to be good for her.”

“I’d love to keep going, but you should head out. I’ll have more time in a couple of days.”

“Ok ... ummmm...”

“Just ask. You spent two hours eating me out, no need to be shy.”

I pointed at my still clothed crotch, “I was hoping before I go...”

“Do you want me to blow you or do you want to fuck me?” Both? Both is good.

“I think the latter will be more beneficial to the lesson plan. I’m ... I’m a bit hazy on the first time. And I think I’d like to experience it with a clear head.”

“Undress and lay back. I’ll ride you this time. Take advantage of the monster you’re hiding.”

“Monster?” I dropped my pants and removed my long-sleeved Tee.

“Kid, You’re already bigger than my husband and you might grow a bit and honestly you’re thick where it counts. That’s just not normal. And hopefully you staying hard after the first spray the other night wasn’t a fluke.”

“Is that why you picked me?”

Hey eyes flashed on an emotion I didn’t recognize, “It’s part of it. You’re a cute kid and well, frankly I like cute kids. But I also enjoy the well-endowed you’re both.”

“They didn’t bother you?”

“They?”

She pushed me flat and hovered over me slowly lowering herself onto me and me into her. “Can I request you go slow at first? I want to get the full experience?”

“Of course. Now what about they?”

“My eye, my chest, my back, my arms, the one on my inner thigh, the barely visible one around my neck, my shoulder.”

“You mean the scars?”

“Yeah...”

“You keep them hidden, but ... no one should have ever done that to you. Kids ... kids should be loved not whatever that was.”

“I really like that feeling ... being inside you.”

“I know.” She started bouncing gently at first, but gaining a rhythm quickly. “Remember try to hold off from spraying as long as you can.”

“How do I do that?”

“Two ways to start. Distract yourself. Think about anything else to get your mind off it when you get that feeling like you’re going to release and there is a muscle exercise ... I’ll give you a book on it, but just try to distract yourself cause I want a another O from this.”

I didn’t last particularly long. I’m not sure if she got her last “O” or not. I was quickly rushed out the sliding glass door with three books in hand. I knocked on Alex’s door a few minutes later and had a brief conversation with Sarah, before Alex and I travelled to the grandmother’s house.

I’d missed dinner and that earned an admonishing remark from the Grandmother and some mild attempts at guilt from GG. Mindy was out that night, not sure if it was with the fiancé or her friends. Alex found a supply of board games in a set of shelves between the bathroom and Mindy’s room and that was our evening. Clue, Battleship, and Scrabble weren’t a bad way to spend an evening, but she did get a bit pissy after the scrabble game. I asked if she could play chess or go and was given a headshake that left me disappointed.

After that was bed and me waiting for her breathing to regulate enough for me to slip into the night. It took about an hour by my guess, but I disentangled myself from her and slipped on the sweats and long-sleeved tee that made up my night skin. From there it was out the window, over the roof, onto the walkway, and out the upper gate.

I relished in the September cool. My moon had swelled just a bit. I ushered myself around the town. Up each street and down each path. Could I share this with her? Would she understand the call to put miles under my heels? The longing for the embrace of darkness and the moon? How would she react to tales of the jump to the plum tree and down to Mrs. Smith’s?

My other asked, “The strawberry, the fox, or the sister?”

I was thinking about Alex.

“Are we going to deal with the fox?”

I already made a deal with her.

“She took from us. No different than him.”

I’m fourteen ... I would’ve done it if she’d offered me the chance ... don’t compare those two. Besides I’m using her too. If Alex or Mindy give me a chance I’ll be able to blow them out of the water in a couple of months.