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Can I construe all of this? Can I construe him until his eyes
rolls back in his head?
Why dont you come for a cuddle, Cal? he asks, which I
suppose isnt sexual at all. I mean, underneath it might be. I
could analyse it in class: deconstruct the word cuddle in this
context for homework, everyone. But I doubt it really needs
a context. Or deconstruction. Cuddles mean arms and hands
and flesh pressed together, and hes not even wearing a
shirt. There isnt even a soap barrier.
I lie down obediently, in his ginormous arms. The context is
this: I need words and he knows I need words and if there
arent any, then what does lying down in someones arms
mean?
It means that I fall asleep before Jeanie and Derek get back,
all my tension and contexts and deconstructions bored to
death by the evening news.
Do you...pound the...pastry?
I get out my big rolling pin, and pound it. But dont get me
wrong Im gentle, too.
Oh yes, gentle...
I work all of the soft but firm mixture slow, real slow, nice
and easy. I work at it until it gives under my hands and
my...rolling pin.
How does it feel when it...gives?
Oh so good. So good to work at something until I ache.
Im no longer noticing Jeanie and Dereks little twitters of
approval. They must be as insensible as blocks not to notice
what hes actually talking about. Nobody aches over pie.
Im aching, however. Im rubbing my spiky nipples through
my jersey while everyones busy not paying attention, and
Im practically fucking the chair. I should really have
masturbated last night. Now everythings rolled over into
today and Im standing right on the edge. One more bristle
of the hairs on the back of my neck, one more sizzle of heat
over every inch of my skin...Im going to have to go over.
I think Ill start by removing all of my clothes before I boil to
death inside them.
I think he knows that this is the case. He keeps on talking
and talking about how hes going to slip his big pie into the
over-heated oven, how when he slides his knife into its
creamy depths, all the honey just...oozes.
Im not even sure that I like the word ooze in an erotic
context, but he makes it work. I can practically feel his
tongue against my skin, licking my cream and honey. Easing
and slipping and working and all of those words that on the
face of it dont seem that naughty.
But they are right now. They are when theyre secretly.
Oh Lord kiss me, I think. But he doesnt. He just finishes
describing pie-making and takes his dishes to the sink.
God I want that cock inside me. I want to ride him right
now, right here, but instead I just follow him and the others
down to the lake, all the while wondering what terrible mass
of frustration awaits me this time.This time its lotion. He
cuts a sideways glance at me as we lay sprawled on blankets
before the silver disc of the lake, and then says just as
innocent as you please, We should oil ourselves up with
suntan lotion.Oh, yes! Jeanie cries.
Good idea! Derek cries.
Please someone, let me die.
Of course no-one is that kind. Instead I have to watch as he
greases his hands, before slowly reaching them towards me
like the haunting claws in some Hammer horror.
When he finally gets to me, it almost feels like Im being
stung. Its that intense. Of course, Jeanie and Derek dont
notice my stung reaction, but Ted does. He spreads the sting
all over me, stroking and rubbing first over my shoulders,
and then down my back. And then my thighs.
Though none of this really describes what hes doing. Like
he gets right to the top of my thigh, and then doesnt stop.
Instead, he tugs them gently apart and gets his slippery
hands right into the tender groove that separates my
nethers from places that are allowed.
My clit pulses and swells. Something trickles between the
cheeks of my ass. Im practically arching on the blanket,
almost desperate enough to stroke myself with Jeanie and
Derek right there.
I go beyond almost when he blatantly starts groping my tits.
At one point, his hand even slides inside the cup and teases
my stiff nipple.
I whimper. Does there still need to be words?
the cool air hits his cock shortly followed by the clasp of my
free hand, he spurts.
Its as I imagined it was, when he jerked himself against the
backs of my thighs. Thick gleaming strands that reach too
far, making a mess of both him and me. He gets free of my
hand and cries out, louder than I had thought I wanted to.
Jeanie and Derek will have definitely heard that. But I kind
of think things are beyond secrets and the forbidden, now.
Its all just too exciting anywaythat lovely first uncovering
of someone elses desire, that seems to have been going on
forever for us. Weve uncovered and uncovered and guessed
and danced, and now its the pay off.
I pull my hand away from his mouth, so that I can kiss him
until my jaw aches. I lay over him and slip and slide through
all the liquid that coats him. I cant stop touching him all
over.
We end up twisted around, my mouth on his cock and his on
my pussy, and then we lick and suck each other to new
fullness, new arousal, exploring every little crease and
stretch of skin. I tell him, loudly, that his cock feels so good
in my mouth, that he tastes like salted honey and is too big
for me to take. He tells me, loudly, that my pussy is
drowning in cream, while his fingers fuck into me roughly.
Do me, I say. Do me.
You want me to fuck you?
Oh yes. Look at how wet I am. Go on, just slide into my
wet pussy.
Louder, he says, and I obey.
Im so wet for you, baby. I need your cock in me. Come on
and give it to me.