Chapter 20: Aly, More Like Eris

Megan once again disappeared as quickly as she had appeared, and I found myself wondering if perhaps she was just a sexy apparition or a succubus of some sort. It didn’t matter though, I certainly wasn’t bothered.

Despite my confidence to find another guy to join me with Megan, I didn’t actually have any candidates other than Nick– and Nick was currently 800 miles away. Not to mention that I’d only talked to him a smattering of times in the past ten months. For all I knew he was still wallowing in post-Katie despair and dating what’s-her-name out of desperation.

However, Christmas break was coming up and there was the possibility that he would take the annual trip to the mainland with his family. And if he did, certainly he would take some time to come and hang out. Wouldn’t he? Especially if I were to dangle the opportunity of a threesome with Megan. Right?

I decided I’d wait until after midterms to call him because he most likely wouldn’t have made a decision one way or another until the stress of his exams had ended.

In the meantime, I gave Megan’s sage words some consideration. She thought that I should see Brandon again, and if I was being honest with myself - I definitely did want that.

After all, my relationship with Aly was not going well, and I could tell that she was distancing herself from me just as I was doing to her. I knew it was only a matter of time before the inevitable.

And sure enough, one afternoon as I was walking between classes, I spotted Aly talking to a group of friends in the hallway. She immediately looked over and saw me, and I gave her a little wave.

She didn’t acknowledge me, and instead went back to talking to her friends.

Nice, I thought.

However, she eventually excused herself and walked over to me.

“Hi,” I smiled.

“Mmm,” she replied.

We exchanged pleasantries and small talk, then her demeanor turned a little more serious.

“Can we talk? Alone? At your place?”

“Uh oh,” I replied. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, but we need to talk.” She paused. “Alone.”

Well, this was it for sure. We had never gotten together during the day outside of school.

“Right now? I have classes for the rest of the day.”

She crossed her arms.

“I do too. Tomorrow?”

“I have a break from ten until around two.”

“My first class isn’t until tomorrow afternoon. Can I meet you at your place at eleven?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, see you then.”

Yeah, there was no doubt about it. I spent the night considering my options. If she had already decided it was over, there was nothing for me to do but accept it, wish her well, and express some platitudes about “friendship”.

There was still the possibility, however slight, that she wasn’t quite ready to end it. I supposed that we’d have a discussion about what needs to change, so I at least wanted to give it some thought in case I had to discuss it. Would I have the courage to speak up and tell her what I really wanted?

The next morning came, and Aly arrived exactly at eleven. As I said, it was rare for us to get together during the day so it felt a little weird. I invited her in, asked if she wanted anything, but she declined.

We sat on the couch and made small talk for a while, and after a long period of awkward silence she dropped it on me.

“Can we have a chat about something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“It’s about sex.”

“Uh, what?” I asked, trying to hide my surprise.

I had assumed she was going to end it with me. Sex? What the fuck? My mind raced. Had she found out about Brandon and me? Had Brandon said something to her?

“Do you not like to do it with me?”

“Ah,” I replied with great relief. “Of course I do.”

“Then why haven’t we done it for a while?”

I was prepared to have a relationship conversation and had only given thought to what I’d say in response to relationship questions. I hadn’t given any thought at all to sex questions. Why hadn’t we done it for a while?

“Um,” I stammered, “I guess our schedules just haven’t lined up?”

She didn’t look convinced.

“I’ve been dropping lots of hints that I’d like to come over.”

“Oh, you have? I’m sorry.”

The truth was, I was very aware that she’d been dropping hints, but I had deflected due to the combination of guilt and not being at all excited to fuck her. And now, this conversation was in a place that I certainly didn’t want it to be, so I decided to redirect.

“The truth is,” I said, “I really wanted us to focus more on our relationship.”

A surprised look appeared on her face.

“Our relationship?”

“Yeah, you know, I wanted us to get closer. I really want to build a solid relationship with you. I wasn’t so focused on sex, I guess.”

Aly’s eyes widened.

“Oh, did you think we were one-on-one? I mean, we never talked about it.”

I tried desperately to prevent my mouth from falling open in shock, but there’s no way it didn’t register on my face. What the fuck had she just said?

My brain vainly attempted to parse the words that had just arrived. Did I think we were one-on-one? Yes, yes I fucking did. And we had never talked about it? This was true, we had never talked about it. But we had never fucking not talked about it either. Did this mean she was fucking other guys? Right now?

“Sorry,” I managed to say, “are you saying you’re seeing other people? Right now?”

A slight grimace crossed her face.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that you wanted us to be exclusive.”

I just shook my head, trying to comprehend her words. So she was fucking other people this whole time.

I certainly had no right to be shocked because I had been fucking other people this whole time– including her brother.

But what the fuck?

She hadn’t said anything to the contrary either. She hadn’t ever offered any information to the contrary.

“Are you surprised?”

I could only shake my head to clear my thoughts.

“Ah, yeah,” I stammered. “A little.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry, I mean...”

“It’s fine,” I replied, managing to regain a little composure. “I just thought, assumed, I guess, that we were building a relationship.”

I looked at her. Now she had a look of surprise on her face.

“Um,” she said quietly, “I don’t really want a relationship right now.”

“Yeah, I get that now.”

“Sorry.”

“No no no,” I said, waving my hands dismissively, “it’s my fault. I’m the one that misunderstood. I assumed. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

And it was true. I felt like a complete idiot. My ears were suddenly burning with embarrassment.

“Listen, you’re a great guy...”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to say anything like that.”

For me, platitudes sting way worse than the truth. I wasn’t a great guy, a great catch, a great anything. As far I was concerned, I was just a regular jerkoff just like everyone else out there. I would much rather she tell me I was just one more name on the list. At least I could rationalize that.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, the awkwardness suddenly hanging in the air like a putrid cloud of poison spores. I wanted very much for her to leave, to get the fuck out so I could go have a much needed stiff drink.

“Be honest though,” she finally said in a quiet tone, “the reason you haven’t invited me over is because you don’t think I’m very good in bed.”

Oh, man. This conversation had just veered out of the shocking lane and had now gone up the onramp heading to the land of bizarre. She’s aware that she sucks in bed too? And why bring it up now?

The initial surprise of discovering that we had no relationship and never had a relationship was wearing off, and I was suddenly overcome with the feeling that I no longer gave a shit.

“That’s not really true,” I replied. Well, it was true, but I was not at all interested in discussing it. And it was just my opinion, maybe her other partners were perfectly happy with missionary and nothing else.

“Other guys have told me I’m not good in bed.”

I just shook my head in disbelief. Other guys? What the fuck?

“Well,” I managed to get out, “I think you just like what you like, right? And that’s okay.”

“Can I tell you something? Honestly?”

Oh no, I thought. This is absolutely going to be something I don’t want to hear.

Without thinking, I nodded. My internal monologue was screaming “no,” however.

“I just don’t know what to do. I never had oral sex or anything, so I got this far never doing it. Now I don’t want to do it because I’m too embarrassed for anyone to find out I don’t know how to do it.”

Again, it took me a moment to process this information. What the fuck was happening in that town that she and Brandon come from? It was like the Village of the Damned, but the damnation is that everyone refuses to or has no idea how to perform oral sex.

“So ... no one’s ever gone down on you?”

“No,” she replied, gently shaking her head. “And I didn’t want to let anyone do it for me because they’d probably want me to do it for them.”

“Ah, yeah, I can see that.”

“I mean,” she said, her eyes meeting mine, “you’ve gone down on a girl before, right?”

What a weird, fucked up question to ask.

“Yeah, of course.”

“See, and you probably wondered why I didn’t want to do that.”

“I did, yeah, but I just thought you weren’t into it.”

“Well, have you ever been with a girl that wasn’t?”

I paused for a second.

“Um, no.”

“See?”

“See what?”

“I’m sure every guy thinks I’m weird.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Look, I haven’t talked to a lot of guys about this either, but, I’m sure a lot of guys don’t really care about going down on a girl.”

“Yeah, but they want the girl to go down on them, right?”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say, sure, yes, they probably want that. However, you’re hot and every guy is happy just to get a hot girl naked.”

She shot me a pouty, frowny look.

“Is that what you think?”

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug.

“Thank you,” she said, leaning in to hug me. I recoiled a bit, but she pushed forward anyway.

“Thank you for being a shallow perv who just told you that he’s happy as long as you’re naked?”

“No,” she replied with a playful shove. “Thank you for not thinking I’m weird.”

“Oh, I think you’re weird. But I’m weird too, so it’s not a big deal.”

A look of realization appeared on her face.

“So what do I do?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, it’s not like there’s a place where you can go for blowjob lessons.”

I was about to tell her she should go have a chat with her brother because he was in possession of top-tier skills, but thankfully was able to pull the sentiment back from the precipice before my mouth could toss it over the edge.

She made a good point though. It caused me to think back to how I had figured it out.

I had just started with my own finger in my mouth to get used to the sensation. Then I thought about what would feel good and not feel good for a guy. However, I had the benefit of actually being a guy so I knew all these things in advance. She didn’t have that perspective so she was literally starting from the beginning.

But based on the bombshell she had dropped on me a few minutes ago, I was suddenly a lot less invested in helping her get better in bed. Why the hell would I spend a single second to improve the sex life of whatever random guys she was fucking? Let them do it. Or whoever. I didn’t care.

“Um, maybe you could ask one of your girl friends...?”

She shot me a look.

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not the kind of thing I talk about with my friends.”

“Well,” I replied as dryly as I could. “Maybe you should?”

She slumped back against the couch and stared at the floor.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I guess.”

We sat silently for a few minutes, and I hoped that she was getting ready to leave. The initial shock of her earlier news was wearing off, and my brain skipped the denial stage of grief and was going straight to anger.

“Can you help me with it?” she whispered.

“Huh?”

“Luc,” she said, sitting up. She reached out and clasped my hands tightly. “You’re a good guy. Would you help me?”

“Help you what?”

“Get better at it.”

“Ah,” I replied, most likely incapable of concealing the surprise on my face. “I mean, I’ve only ever been a recipient, I wouldn’t know what to tell you...”

This was, of course, a lie. But there was no way in hell I was telling her the truth.

“I know, but I mean that you’re a good guy. You won’t mind if we start slow and I’m bad for a while, right?”

Like hell, I thought. I most certainly do mind.

“Aly,” I replied with a tiny smile, “maybe it would be better to ask one of your other guy friends?”

I suppressed the urge to make air quotes around the word “friends”.

She let go of my hands and slumped against the couch again.

“Yeah,” she once again said quietly. “I guess.”

Her sad resignation was identical to Brandon’s the morning I had a similar conversation with him. It must be a family thing to be pathetic to get what you want.

“Look,” I said. “You basically understand how it works, right?”

She nodded, still staring at the floor.

“So just go for it. No guy is going to complain, I promise. Then just try some different things and see how he reacts. If he likes it, keep doing it. If he doesn’t, try something else. Easy.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! We’re just talking.”

“No, it’s embarrassing because I don’t even know where to start.”

I managed to once again stifle my shock.

“Well, obviously you start by putting the guy’s cock in your mouth.”

“Right,” she said, sitting up to face me. “But what if I don’t like how things taste? And it’s big! What if I choke, or gag?”

This triggered memories of similar concerns that I had before I sucked Mark and Nick’s cocks on that fateful day. But it suddenly came back to me.

“Just use your tongue at first then,” I replied. “That way you can get used to the taste and you won’t have anything in your mouth. If you don’t like it at that point, you can just stop. And you won’t have anything in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about gagging.”

She gave me a pensive look, gears turning.

“Can we try it?”

“Try what?”

“What you just said.”

“You mean right now?”

“Yes.”

I was absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent not interested in trying anything with her. I just wanted her to leave.

“I don’t know...” I replied, trailing off.

“See?” she said, slumping back against the couch again. “This is exactly what I was worried about.”

At this point, the mix of emotions currently swirling around in my guts were a confused stew of anger, disappointment, self-loathing, and horniness. However, the one constant in my life has always been that no matter what other feelings were vainly attempting to make themselves heard, horniness was the one true king who ruled above all others.

“All right, sure,” I said, barely able to conceal the resignation in my voice.

She bolted upright on the couch.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I said, managing to squeeze out a little smile.

She slid over on the couch and pressed up against me. Her hand rose to my face and pulled me forward as she kissed me gently.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I put a hand on her hip as I kissed her back, and where once this had felt very natural and right, it now felt weird and odd. This used to feel intimate and special, but now it had an empty, hollow sort of feeling.

And I want to clarify that I am not a jealous person. It honestly did not bother me that Aly was fucking other people, I didn’t care. Hell, if she’d asked if they could join us for a threesome or moresome I would have said yes without hesitation.

However, this was my first real attempt at building a relationship. I was more hurt by the fact that I thought she was on board with learning more about me as a person, going deeper with our feelings, all that shit.

But here I was finding out now that she didn’t want that, and had never wanted that. I guess I felt rejected as a person but accepted as a warm sack of compliant meat.

Her back pressed against the sofa as we kissed, the cushions compressing under my palm as I steadied myself. Her lips were soft and moist against mine, her tongue slight and delicate as she slipped it in.

“So what do you want to get better at?” I asked quietly.

“Mmm,” she replied, her eyes scanning my face. “Everything?”

That was not helpful.

“I mean, you said you wanted to try oral sex. Is that all?”

A blank look appeared on her face.

Oh boy, I thought.

“Aly, I know you want to get better in bed, so I’m going to be really honest with you about everything. Is that okay?”

She looked up at me, a little surprised.

“Mmmm hmmm, that’s what I want.”

I relaxed a little.

“Okay, good,” I replied. “Do you want to be less inhibited?”

“Less inhibited?”

Well, this was going about as well as I thought it would.

“Let’s back up a little,” I sighed. “You like the guy to pretty much do everything, right?”

“Oh,” she replied with a frown. “I mean, I don’t like it, it’s just...”

“That’s what I mean. Would you like to be the one that takes control sometimes?”

“I think so?”

For the first time in my life, the rational part of my brain managed to interrupt the horny part of my brain.

What the hell are you doing, it managed to coalesce into my consciousness. And the horny part had to begrudgingly agree that this probably wasn’t going anywhere interesting so it was time to move things along or cut this short.

“Okay, get naked for me.”

“What? Right here?”

I looked around the living room. The blinds were closed, we were alone, it was quiet.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Shouldn’t we go into your bedroom?”

“Why?”

“Well,” she replied. “It’s bright out here?”

“You don’t want me to see you?”

She shook her head.

“Look,” I sighed. “I know it’s normal to be insecure about the way we look. I’m the same way.”

I put a hand on her hip and squeezed her toned, firm waist.

“But you are fucking gorgeous. You can be really confident about your body. It’s incredible. And confidence is sexy.”

“Aw,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

Don’t make this any weirder than it already is.

I moved so that I was on the floor in front of her, kneeling between her legs.

“Do you want to take off your shirt for me?”

She nodded, then leaned forward and pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing a little plain white cotton bra, each cup perfectly supporting the supple flesh of her small, firm tits.

Her hesitancy returned as she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned back against the sofa cushions. A little smile appeared on her lips as her eyes danced invitingly.

I didn’t move, and returned her stare. After a while of nothing happening, she began to fidget.

“See, if you wait for the guy to do everything, nothing will happen.”

Her face fell.

“Oh.”

“Do you like it when a guy plays with your boobs?”

“Um, yes?”

“Then how would you let me know that you want me to play with your boobs?”

“Um...” she whispered, a look of realization on her face.

She sat up and tentatively reached behind to unhook the clasp on her bra, then leaned forward to let it fall down her arms. I grabbed it as it dropped to her wrists and tossed it on the couch.

Her tits were exactly my type. B-cups, round, perky, and little pencil eraser nipples now fully erect. Her shoulders, chest, and arms were nicely defined and toned.

It was a bit strange to see her in this light. In all the times we’d had sex, never once had I seen her this clearly, in this bright light. It was always in the dim light of my bedroom with the door closed, the blinds down, the light off.

But her body really was incredible. Her abs were subtly defined, round boobs perched on a perfectly fluted rib cage, each distinct outline casting a little shadow that ended at a perfect angle with her shoulder and armpit.

“Now show me what you want me to do with them.”

She leaned back on the couch and gently guided my face towards her chest.

“Does it feel good when I suck on your nipple?”

She nodded.

“Then put it in my mouth.”

She cupped a breast in her hand, and I have to admit I felt a little jolt of excitement as she delicately placed a delightfully erect nipple on my lips. I wrapped my lips around it before gently sucking it into my mouth, holding it in place as I gently flicked my tongue over it.

I gently took her hands and guided them down to her waist.

“I’m not wearing cute underwear,” she said quietly.

“I’m not interested in your underwear.”

She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and hiked up her hips as she pulled everything down. As her waistband crossed her thighs, I helped her get them completely off. Then, Aly once again leaned back against the couch, her legs tightly closed.

“Do you masturbate?”

“What?” she whispered, unable to conceal her surprise.

“Be really honest with me.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“I’ll go first then. I masturbate all the time. Sometimes multiple times a day.”

“Yeah, but you’re a guy.”

“You do, right?”

Her eyes drifted to the ceiling, but she nodded.

“That’s good,” I whispered. “Do it now, I want to watch.”

“Oh my gosh,” she sighed, her eyes still pointed upwards.

I slipped my hands between her thighs and gently pulled them apart, getting my first real look at her pussy. I was surprised to see that her hood and labia were quite large, because it certainly didn’t feel that way when I had fucked her before.

The glimpse was fleeting, however. She quickly put a hand over it, looking down to lock eyes with me.

“Do you not want me to see?”

“I’m embarrassed,” she whispered.

“About what?”

“I’ve never had anyone stare at it before.”

Her face fell as I laughed.

“I’m not staring at it. I just haven’t seen you like this before. It’s new.”

“Oh.”

I put a hand on her wrist and pulled it upwards.

“I want to see what gets you excited.”

She stared at me, still motionless. I was all for going slow, but there were fucking glaciers that moved faster than her.

“I’ll help you get started,” I said, and gently pulled her hand away. Initially she resisted, but then relaxed.

I bent over, leaned in, and gently spread her open.

“Okay?” I asked, and her eyebrows jumped slightly as she nodded.

I leaned in closer. Her mound had the slightest covering of very fine, blonde pubes, and if you didn’t look closely you’d assume she was completely shaved. I noted with amusement that Brandon was the exact same way.

I was very much aware of the fact that I couldn’t just go to town on her clit, so I just lightly kissed her hood before getting my tongue nice and wet and giving the whole thing a short little lick.

Her hand was forceful on the back of my head as she gasped. I looked up, and her chest heaving as our eyes met.

“Still okay?”

She nodded quickly.

I went back down, and gently kissed her hood again. She was sitting too upright, so I grasped a calf with each hand and gently slid her forwards on the sofa cushion. Then, I spread her legs further apart.

Her pussy glistened, a single thin pearlescent stream of wetness flowing from her, down the inside of her thigh, making a little spot on the leather of the sofa.

I pulsed my tongue underneath her hood, and on each upward stroke I felt the slightest sensation of her clit hiding up there. I took the opportunity to gently graze the outer edge of her swollen little button with each flick of my tongue, and she flinched slightly every time.

I felt her relax against the sofa as one of her hands squeezed my shoulder. A stolen glance upwards revealed her eyes closed, face turned away, a blissful look on her face as a quiet moan passed through barely parted lips.

I flattened my tongue and took a long, slippery lick down her labia, and on the return trip back up I was surprised to meet her fingers gently massaging her hood.

It had taken forever to get here, but finally she was showing me what she liked. I wasn’t sure if she was into clitoral stimulation, but her index and forefinger confirmed it as she slipped her slick, swollen hood between them.

I tightened my tongue to a point and focused on the opening to her hood, ever so slightly flicking it over that firm little fleshy nub, letting her fingers decide when to make contact.

Her moans grew in intensity and volume and her back arched in the telltale signs of impending orgasm. Her fingers increased their pace and she moved her hand from my shoulder to my head, holding me in place as she aggressively rubbed her hood against my tongue.

An exquisite, sensual moan escaped her lips as her contractions began. Her hand on my head clenched into a fist, capturing my hair, pulling me forward, rotating her hips to grind her pussy in my face as she came.

Panting, she let go of me and slumped back against the cushions of the sofa. I got up from between her legs and knelt upright before her, grinning.

Her eyes met mine, her expression a mix of ecstasy and disbelief.

“Was that your first orgasm?”

“Uh huh,” she gasped, and suddenly leaned in and hugged me tightly.

She held me that way for a long while, and I was slightly smug about the fact that I was responsible for her first orgasm. My cock was rock hard, so I pulled away from her, stood up, and dropped my shorts to the floor.

She watched as my stiff cock bobbed in front of her face. Then, she reached out and gently wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft.

She looked up at me, expectantly, and I realized she was waiting for me to tell her what to do.

“Just go ahead and use your tongue. Lick wherever you feel like.”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

She leaned forward, maintaining eye contact. She pulled my shaft forward and gently kissed the head of my swollen cock, right at the little bundle of nerves at the base of my glans. I couldn’t help but flinch involuntarily.

“What? Was that not okay?”

“Yes,” I said with a little laugh. “It’s fine, it’s just that part is really sensitive for a guy. You wouldn’t usually start there, you’d let things get warmed up a little first.”

“Oh,” she said, looking disappointed. “Where do I start then?”

“Look,” I said, pointing to the base of my shaft, right above my balls. “Start here and let your tongue slide all the way up. If you don’t like it, you can stop. It’s fine.”

She leaned forward, extended her wet, slick tongue, and slid it all the way from my balls and along the underside of my shaft. When she was done, she looked up at me again.

I was about to ask her how it was, but before I could she already had her tongue sliding along my shaft again. When she got to the top, she flicked her tongue across my head, twirling her tongue all around.

She paused, and looked up at me again.

“I’m going to try putting it in my mouth, okay?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Take it as slow as you like.”

She nodded, then pressed her lips against the head of my cock. For a minute she remained still, her lips gently pulsing against my skin. She appeared to be mustering up the courage, so I waited.

Her rib cage expanded with a deep breath, her mouth opened slightly, and she leaned forward until just the tip of my cock was in her mouth. As she slipped me between her lips, her mouth was gentle, wet, and warm. Her tongue delicately probed the tip of my cock, fluttering underneath my glans.

Again, she paused that way for a while, clearly getting used to the sensation. And again, I waited.

Suddenly she popped me out and looked up expectantly.

“What do I do now?”

“Were you okay with my cock in your mouth?”

She nodded.

“Do you want to try pushing me in a little deeper?”