( This is a sort of out-take from Naomi’s story “Valentine’s Day” https://storiesonline.net/s/30377/naomi-s-journal-no-38 by my friend Jon Eugene and illustrated by me. )

Dressed so far only in her little black dress and the pearl necklace from her grandmother, Naomi is trying to get ready for her Valentine’s Day dinner date with Nils, but standing behind her, playing with her hair, he’s making it difficult for her to apply her makeup, minimal though it is.

“Nils!” she says, turning on the stool, “you’ll make me late.”

“Can’t help it,” Nils says. “Your hair is just so ... so fun. But okay, you’re right, we don’t want to miss dinner.” He retreats half a step, but before Naomi can turn back around, he nudges down the bodice of her dress, baring her right breast.

“And your breasts are so beautiful and fun, too,” he says, his thumb stroking the nipple to full erection.

“Hah,” Naomi snorts from the back of her throat. “How’d you like it if I...” And without completing her statement, she unzips Nils’ trousers and extracts his penis.

“See?” she says, stroking it gently, bringing it to full erection. “See, see, see,” she repeats, caressing the seam of the stalk with her left hand while smoothing circles around the cap with her right thumb. The slit opens under her ministrations, and a pearlescent spot of pre-cum seeps out.

She plays a few moments longer, takes a quick taste, and then tucks him back in and zips him up. She pats the fat bulge of the put-away penis.

Nils’ expression is that of a little boy denied a much longed-for prize.

“Now see how you like being all ready to fuck and not be able to do anything about it!”

Nils frowns.

Naomi smiles reassuringly. “I’m sure the dessert will be spectacular.”