Chapter 4

In this chapter: Ma/Fa, Handjob, Blowjob, Vaginal, Semen (Internal, Drinking), Romance, Sharing

1 (Content: Ma/Fa, romance)

Callie woke up feeling groggy. A crick tightened her neck and her limbs felt stiff; she’d slept in a bad position. Worse, that stickiness on her skin had only grown less comfortable over her hours of unconsciousness. Her one salvation was the lack of hangover. She shuddered to think how it would have felt to wake up that groggy and uncomfortable, plus a heaping dose of headache and nausea.

She dragged herself out of bed and winced as soon as she saw the kitchen sink. Last night had been her night to clean up, hadn’t it? Dirty dishes piled high; how did Haylee and Vince use so many?

That stuck in her head all through her shower. A deep scrub helped her skin feel better, but it didn’t help the mental stress. She had to clean, or else she wouldn’t be able to focus on her study – and she was already well behind on research for an essay due by the end of the week. While she shampooed her hair, she felt more like pulling her hair out by the root, just from sheer tension. At least the shower’s white noise would have softened her screams.

But when she came out, the kitchen was spotless. Kevin stood, cleaning the last teaspoon. He shot her a smile. “Oh, hey Callie.”

Why was she so weak to basic domestic crap? She let the towel fall from her body and leaped onto him, her kiss fervent enough to push him back against the counter. “You are a life-saver,” she said between kisses, all four of her limbs squeezing around him.

He laughed. Though it made him stumble, he still kept to his feet; he just had to lean against the wall to do it. “It’s nothing special.”

She buried her face in against his neck. “It’s totally special. I didn’t even expect to see you today.”

“Well I wanted to see you,” he said. “And hey, I remembered how you reacted to me making breakfast. Can’t hurt to keep doing what works.” He carefully set her back down on her feet and stretched to recover from carrying her. His arms slipped back around her, hands settled low on her hips.

She grinned. “Well, since you’re here, we could...” Then she remembered some of her stress. Kevin cleaning the kitchen hadn’t done anything about her essay, and she winced. “Fuck. I wish I had the time to spend with you, I really do, but—”

“Assignments?” he asked.

She sighed, nodding. “I’m sorry.”

Disappointment twisted his lips into a frown. His fingers tightened against her hips, relishing the touch ... but after a moment, he made himself relax. “Hey, I’m in the same boat. I’ve got printed articles I take with me everywhere and I still haven’t read them.”

She pouted. “Stop being so damn nice about it. Now I definitely have to make it up to you.”

“Oh, if you want to make it up to me...” He grinned playfully. His gaze dropped low and stayed there.

That’s right. She was naked. That had become so normal over the past week that she could just forget it, but his intent gaze still made her blush. “F-Fine. Stare all you want, it’s no big deal.” She leaned in closer to him, pressing herself to his chest. “Do you want to stay for a while? It’s not real quality time, but we could study together.”

“I’d like that,” he said, a soft smile on his face as he looked back into her face.

Her blush grew hotter. How could he go from ogling her to something that simple and sweet in, like, two seconds flat? She huffed and grabbed him by the collar. “Go get comfy in my room, then. You know the way. I’ll make some toast.” No way would she let him keep breakfast duty every time he came over.

Soon, they settled in to work in her room. He had his articles, and she had her research. He took the desk chair, and she lay on the bed with her laptop, looking for good sources. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed.

Every few minutes, she looked toward Kevin. He liked the view, sure, but he kept buried in his reading, like she was supposed to. It felt wrong. It was time together, but it wasn’t real quality time, focused on each other. She wanted to do something for him, and not just to pay him back for cleaning. She just wanted to. But she couldn’t give him real focus, not with that essay still hanging over her head. Still, her mind kept turning back to what she could do for him later. What did he most like?

It clicked in her mind, when she thought back to their first meeting. She didn’t have to focus on him; he’d prefer if she didn’t.

“Kevin?” she said. As he turned to her, she shifted her pose: knees underneath herself, offering her body at a nicer angle. “Come fuck me while I’m working on this? Can’t promise I’ll pay much attention.” She added a flirtatious purr to her tone.

At first he froze up – stunned by the offer, or by how she looked in that pose. “I-It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

Callie faced back toward her laptop, hiding her grin. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

Anticipation tingled as he crawled in behind her. She felt his weight create a dip in the mattress; she heard his jeans zipper rasp as he stripped himself. The promise of sex was so much harder to ignore when she didn’t have her programming to help.

She did her best without. It would miss the point if she gave him all her attention. So while he gripped her hips and pulled her into position, she doubled down her efforts with her research, scrolling through a paper she’d found. The experiment’s method grabbed her: a laboratory scenario involving oscilloscopes, EEGs, and participants reporting when they first decided to perform an action.

Yet, she couldn’t help a soft groan as Kevin sank into her from behind. Just her nudity and the situation already had him rock-hard. Hands still firm on her hips, he leaned over her and whispered two simple words: “Keep reading.”

She answered him just with a groan, but still knuckled down and focused herself. At its core, the experiment was mostly about the EEG. The participants’ nervous systems showed they got ready to act well before the participants themselves thought they had any intention to act. But then, she was no stranger to her body acting on its own.

Not that time, though. The more she focused on her reading, the less her body moved. Soon, her hips were almost completely still, even as Kevin kept hammering into her. Pleasure still radiated through her body, but she didn’t respond to it, not actively.

That was exactly how Kevin wanted it. Her stillness, her ignoring him spurred him onto thrusting faster, harder, losing himself to his kink. His moans turned into mewls, higher and louder while Callie struggled to keep herself merely to soft gasps and sighs. He pulled her hips, bodily moving her back into every thrust even while she did nothing to join in. She knew those tremors which worked through his body and threatened to rattle him apart. She tried to count down, but he finished even faster than she’d expected, groaning and shuddering as he emptied himself into her. He sank forwards, all but collapsing once the adrenaline was done with him.

It hadn’t been enough to finish her too, not with her distraction. But she thrilled just with the sense of what she’d brought out of him. She’d turned him wild without even doing anything. She’d turned him wild by not doing anything.

He got some breath back and kissed the back of her neck, groaning with his satisfaction. He fell away from her and back to the seat. “Better, um, get back to reading.”

“And here I’m just about done,” she said, grinning. But then her eyes fell on the clock in the corner of her screen. “Oh, fuck. Just in time to get ready for my shift today.” She grumbled. So close to getting some actual one-on-one focus.

He gave her a kiss, firm and certain enough to pull her mind out of that downward spiral. “You knock ‘em dead. We’ll catch up soon.”

She giggled, feeling warmth blooming on her cheeks. “Tomorrow,” she said. “Some friends and I have a group hang planned, something to clear our heads before we finish the essays. Want to come too?”

He smiled. “It’s a date.”

2 (Content: Ma/Fa, sharing)

Callie had a date. Her good cheer lasted all the way to the café, and she was still humming happily as she clocked in and stepped behind the counter. She even twirled on her way past Sarah. “Hello there, lovely greenette. How’s the morning treating you?”

Sarah laughed the longsuffering laugh of a normal woman faced with bubbly cheer. “You missed the fun part,” she said. “Breakfast rush is all done. It’s just been a slow trickle since then. Last time anyone asked for more than coffee was an hour ago, and that was just to grab my tits.”

“Can’t blame ‘em,” Callie said. “Your tits are so grabbable. A slow day, though...” She shuffled her feet, eyes closed as she focused on her own body. Tension still lingered from Kevin not having finished her off, but it was a good kind of tension. That spice of desire made life feel more interesting. “A slow day sounds good to me.”

Sarah gave her a wry smile. “Someone’s high on boyfriend time,” she said.

Callie grinned right back, and this time, didn’t deny him being her boyfriend. “It’s been a good morning.”

Sarah eyed the doorway. “And now it’s time for us to make it a good morning for someone else.” She jerked her chin forward. “Customer.”

A tall, bearded man strode in with a comfortable swagger: not as if he owned the place, but more of a pleased-with-himself strut. “Hey there,” he said. “I’ll have a double mocha cookie frappuccino with drizzles of vanilla and caramel syrup. Oh, and one of those triple-choc muffins.”

Callie got to work on the drink, whistling to herself. It wasn’t the most expensive she’d seen, but still a pricy bit of layering. “Something to celebrate?” She slid the muffin and plastic cup his way.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Surprise raise at work. Has me in a mood to splurge.” He bit into the muffin and let out a long, pleased groan as the chocolate hit his senses.

“What kind of splurging?” Sarah asked, grinning. “Because my coworker here loves it when customers ‘splurge’ all over—” She stopped when Callie swatted at her.

The bearded man laughed. He eyed the clock thoughtfully, but shook his head. “Nah, no time. But I am feeling generous, so...” He threw in a note on top of his order’s cost. “A handjob for the next guy to come in here.”

Callie’s fingers lingered uncertainly on the cash. “Can he do that?” she asked Sarah.

Sarah shrugged. “It’s iffy, but if the guy goes for it? No reason why not.”

Callie nodded. “Alright. In that case, your total comes to—”

“Keep the change,” the man said, already on his way out. He grinned. “Man, been too long since I could afford to say that.”

The girls both laughed as he left. Callie stayed in place at the counter, giving Sarah the chance to sweep through the room and clean up a bit from the morning’s rush. Callie felt strange; she’d taken the cash, but didn’t feel any different yet. She couldn’t have found that simple a blind spot in the programming, right?

Another customer came up to the counter. “Yo!” said her old friend, Mike. “I thought I’d catch you working today. What’s up?”

A smile lit her face. She turned to greet him. She actually said, in her most cheerful tone of voice, “Want a handjob?”

He choked with surprise, but a grin spread across his boyish face. The youthful roundness of his features just made the expression look even more cheeky. “And here I thought you’d never ask. Literally, I didn’t think the question would come up.”