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I remember the first time I ever saw Joel. When they brought him in he looked shell shocked, traumatized from escaping the carnage of Fairfield, California. His hometown. Aka ground zero of the event that changed all of our lives forever. When radiation rained down on everything and everything, mutating insects and animals that we used to live mostly in harmony with. Creating giant monsters that knocked us off our pedestal to rule the world. He had lost his parents in a split second. Similar to the rest of us, except we all had more time. We all got to say goodbye. Not Joel. One second they were there, the next gone.
Despite all of that, he was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. Gentle, warm golden brown eyes. Beauty marks all over his ridiculously sculpted features. But beyond that he looked like he had depth, compassion, aura under all of the PTSD. And I wanted to bring it out of him, but that was before I learned about Aimee. When he finally regained his ability to speak she was all he could talk about.
His summer girlfriend, which at the time felt like the most important thing in the world to him. The only one he had left, even if she was somewhere else. And I knew instantly I couldn’t compete with that so I never even tried. Maybe if I had this would be different, but who am I kidding? He loves her. And I’m just someone he lives with by necessity. Not by choice. And to make matters worse he’s just gotten more attractive during the years. It’s like God, if there even is one at this point, is punishing me for loving him.
But holy shit. He’s paying attention to me for once. This literally never happens. In all the years we’ve lived down in this bunker since society collapsed we’ve probably spoken a grand total of 10 words to each other. Probably my fault since I started avoiding him early on because I couldn’t stand to hear more about Aimee. Couldn’t stand the jealousy it made me feel. Envy. Hate. Even though I knew she didn’t deserve it. I don’t know her enough to hate her. But I did. Do. I hate who I became because of it.
“Well?” He asks, quirking a brow expectantly. An almost pleading look in his deep pools of warm honey eyes that’s distracting the living fuck out of me.
“Sorry, what’d you say?”
“I asked if you could help me”
“Umm sure help you with what?”
“Don’t agree before you know what it is”
“Okay so tell me then”
“Well you know how I love Aimee?”
“Uh yeah I think everyone knows that Joel” I say, trying to laugh it off even though it physically pains me to even think about it.
“I was thinking of visiting her soon” He wants to leave? No! He can’t.
“Umm sorry you’re what now?”
“Like going to her colony”
“Joel that’s far as fuck. You’d never survive the trip”
“I think it’s worth the risk”
“What do you think I’ll be able to do? I can’t train you or anything, I couldn’t make it out there either which you well know”
“Well… that’s actually not what I need help with”
“Oh my god Joel spit it out”
“Sooo… Aimee and I have made out and fooled around a little like touching over clothes or whatever. But it was super PG. And the more I talk to her over the radio I realize she’s way more experienced than me. And I guess I don’t want to disappoint her when, or well if, I get there” Is he asking what I think he is? My pulse thunders in my ears as I process this insane suggestion of his.
“Why couldn’t she just teach you?”
“Well that’s just it. If I get there and she’s not impressed I’ll have traveled all that way for nothing”
“So let me make sure I have this right. You want me to teach you how to what? Fuck? Like take your literal V card?” That’s kind of a big ask for someone he’s not even into.
“I mean you don’t have to be so crass about it but yeah basically”
“And why me? Out of everyone here?”
“You’re single. Maybe the only other single person down here” Duh. Of course it wouldn’t be about me.
“Oh. That’s the only reason?”
“What other reason were you wanting?”
“Hah uh nothing”
“Okay so do you think you can help me?”
“I don’t know Joel. I mean we’re barely even friends. Acquaintances at best”
“I know, that’s why it’s so perfect”
“Do you even like me? Like as a friend even?”
“I mean yeah, sure” Does he? Or he just wants something from me.
“So why don’t we talk or anything?”
“I don’t know. We just never clicked like that I guess”
“So naturally you thought let me ask the girl I’ve never clicked with to teach me how to have sex. Do you hear how that sounds?”
“Ugh can you help me or not? I’m already super embarrassed to even ask as it is”
“I mean if that’s really what you want. Then yeah I guess I could make the time” The truth is I have nothing but time on my hands down here for the last seven years. And I’ve liked him forever even though I’ve been pretty much invisible to him this entire time. So I feel like even though he doesn’t love me, and probably never will, I’ll get way more out of this than he will.
“Oh you could pencil me in huh?” He teases, grinning.
“Yeah sometime between sleeping and finding the will to live” I joke. But also not.
“Wow, dramatic. Well now you’ll have a purpose and a reason to get out of bed in the morning” Honestly? Not even sure how the fuck this just fell into my lap. I just don’t want to take advantage of him. But technically he came to me, I try to justify.
“Don’t flatter yourself” I lie. It would definitely be a good reason. Maybe the best reason. And I do have years on him, sexually. I was kind of a ho in high school and the couple years after - he’s a few years younger. I wonder if he knows that somehow and that’s the real reason he’s asking me. Maybe someone else down here told him. The bastards. But I guess this works out in my favor.
“So when can we start?”
“Down boy”
“Well I want to go kind of soon”
“How soon?”
“I was thinking next week?”
“You think I’m going to get you up to speed on everything in one week?”
“Well how much is there?”
“Uh a lot”
“Okay two”
“That’s pushing it but I’ll see what I can do” I’ll have to take him from middle school level to adult so there’s a lot of ground to cover. Pun not even intended.
“Jesus, what all are you planning to show me?”
“I mean you didn’t exactly specify what you wanted to learn so I just figure I’ll take you through everything I know”
“Okay yeah let’s do that” Holy fucking shit. I know a lot so literally all of my fantasies of him are about to be answered. Granted, I didn’t picture myself teaching him in them. But it’s not like I have any other options down here. It’s been lonely as shit with just my hand this entire time. I don’t even have my toys because I couldn’t bring anything with me when the literal apocalypse happened. It’s honestly probably better Joel was a virgin when it all happened. So he didn’t have anything to miss.
“Well, do you want me to just like explain stuff before we do it?”
“Why don’t you just explain during? I’m more of a visual learner anyway” That should not have sounded as hot as it did. My face flushes.
“Ahem okay yeah sure”
“You’re not nervous are you? Shouldn’t I be the one that’s nervous?” Fuck I’m being too obvious that I want him.
“Hah what? No. Just caught off guard is all”
“Yeah sorry it was kind of random”
“You think?”
“Well come on, your room or mine?” Someone’s fucking eager.
“Mine?”
“Okay” We head to my room, which is on the other side of the bunker. We don’t talk much on the way so it’s kind of awkward. I’m spiraling a little, not sure what to even start with.
When we get there we take off our shoes and he sits on my bed, not wasting any time like I thought he might. I wonder if he’s more into the fact that it’s me he’s asking than he’s saying. But probably not. Everyone knows how in love he is with Aimee. I sit down next to him, only inches away.
“I know you already know how to do this but most sex starts with making out, or light touching. So we should do that” I suggest. We could probably skip this but I just really want to fucking kiss him.
“Oh um okay” A splash of pink tinges his cheeks now, making him even hotter somehow. There’s the nerves I was expecting before. So he’s nervous too at least. I grab his hands and put them on my waist before I tilt my head and lean forward to capture his lips with mine. They’re even softer than they appear, fuck. He’s just giving me chaste, normal kisses so I part his lips with my tongue and enter his mouth.
It’s a little stiff and awkward so I place my hands back on his and start making them wander the upper half of my body. Up my sides, around my back, up to my chest. After a long moment he finally tilts his head too and deepens the kiss. He gasps when his hand brushes over my chest, tentatively feeling me over my shirt and bra. This seems to give him a little boost of confidence and he squeezes it causing me to gasp too.
“S- sorry was that okay?” He asks, pulling away a little.
“I mean we’re eventually going to bang so yeah you can play with my tits” He blushes harder. God he’s adorable.
“Right no yeah for sure”
“Do you want to keep going?” I ask, seeing if he’s reconsidered all of this yet.
“Yeah” Thank god, that was just getting good. Better than I expected from him. But he did say they used to do this. Maybe he was just being awkward because it’s me and we’re still virtually strangers despite living in this bunker together.
“Do you still need me to guide your hands?”
“No I think I’ve got it” Okay then.
“Great” I scoot a little closer to him and restart the kiss, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into me harder. He starts with tongue this time. One of his hands continues playing with my chest like before while he snakes the other one around my back, over my ass. Oh. Okay Joel I see you. I decide to blow his mind and do a little trick with my tongue, creating a loose figure 8 and twisting a little harder at the end.
“Whoa what was that?” He gasps against my lips.
“I don’t know a name for it, but you felt what I did? Try it” He looks a little unsure but he leans back in and attempts it. It’s not perfect but he’s got the gist of it. Quick learner. Who knows how much time passes as we start to lose ourselves in the kiss. It gets sloppier, more passionate. Both of us getting a little louder about it, soft moans and gasps filling the small space. Finally, after who knows how long, he slips his hands under my top and I flinch a little at the feeling of his soft, but still somewhat calloused, hands on my bare skin. He breaks away.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asks.
“No nothing’s wrong, I just wasn’t expecting that is all”
“Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing just fine”
“Oh good. Well should we… um you know, attempt something else?” I kind of didn’t really want to stop. But we have been at this for a long time to have only done this.
“Okay sure, what did you want to learn?”
“Can I um…” He trails off.
“Can you what? This is a safe space Joel”
“You know, undress you?” Oh. Definitely not what I thought he was going to ask.
“Have you ever seen a girl naked before?”
“Well no, not really. The one time I managed to get ahold of one of those magazines I got in so much trouble I never tried again. But I only saw their chest before my Mom took it away. Oh and I’ve caught like glimpses of our friends down here accidentally but nothing crazy.” Oh my god he’s precious. He really is green. Especially for 24. But that’s only because of the timing of when everything went down.
“Okay well no time like the present” With shaky hands he reaches back out and grabs the hem of my top. He tries to pull it off but my arms are in the way so I lift them. He struggles a little but finally gets it off. He exhales loudly when he sees my bra. Thankfully I was wearing one of my best when we had to flee our cities all those years ago. A cute black lace one. And it’s a push up so my cleavage is insane. Even though you couldn’t really see it under my baggy tee shirt.
“Holy shit” He breathes, his eyes going wide. And significantly darker. Shitttt he looks even finer like that, fucking help.
“This old thing? You like it?”
“Love it. Why do you hide all of this under these baggy shirts?” I mean. It’s not like I had anyone to wear it for. He’s spoken for, I remind myself.
“Well I’m not going to walk around here half naked Joel”
“Yeah but you could wear like a tank top or like something” He’s a little too invested for someone who claims not to actually be into me like that.
“Why? Do you want me to or something?”
“I mean kind of now” I laugh.
“Okay, message received. I’ll see what I can do”
“Cool”
“Well?”
“Well what?” He asks.
“Aren’t you going to take off the rest?”
“Right yeah sorry”
“All good” I’m anxious to get out of these clothes. They feel hot and suffocating at this point. His hands are a little steadier as he reaches around but he still struggles with my bra clasps.
“It might be easier if you can see” I say, removing his hands. He looks at me questioningly but then I turn around. He easily unclips it and I let it naturally fall down my shoulders, facing back toward him. I don’t even have to instruct him this time, he just gingerly grabs the straps and drags them slowly down my arms. Trails of goosebumps appearing in response to his touch.
Well fuck this is a hell of a lot more sensual than I thought it would be. For a teaching session anyway. But I don’t say anything. I just hope he can’t tell the real reason my chest is heaving is because I actually want all of this with him. He gulps loudly when he finally sees my bare chest.
“Oh my god” He groans, punctuating it with a generous lip bite that has me nearly foaming at the mouth. But I try not to show it too much. Feeling myself a little under his intense gaze I run my hands up myself, groping my own chest a little. Wanting to feel some friction there. His pupils blow out even more, and I can hear his breath hitch in his throat. Endearing even though I’d still consider all of this very PG.
He remembers what he’s supposed to be doing and reaches for the drawstring on my sweats, slowly tugging it free. Then he grips the band. I stand up so he can pull them off, stepping out of them. Leaving me in only my black lace panties. Thankfully my bra was a matching set and I already happened to be wearing it when we first occupied the bunker.
“Fuck” He curses, slowly scanning me over. His full lips part as his chest heaves in sync with mine. I sit back on the bed next to him and grab his hand again.
“What are you…?” He asks, but trails off when I put it on my chest. He takes over, kneading one side and swiping his thumb over the bud. It’s like he’s done this before even though we both know he hasn’t. Like it’s instinctive. I softly moan under his grasp, gauging his reaction. He shifts on the bed and I know how turned on he’s getting too.
I take his other hand and this time he doesn’t protest. I place it on my hip and drag it down until he’s cupping my covered core. His eyes widen again but he doesn’t stop me. I let go of his hand and he just holds it there for a second before flexing his fingers against me and I gasp again.
“Do you want me to show you how to touch me?” I ask, breathless.
“No I want to figure it out” He says, with far more conviction than he’s said anything else today. Okay, hot. I plant my right foot on the bed, letting my knee fall open a little, and lean back on my hands so I’m more spread out for him. He just slowly runs his hand over my panties, just casually feeling me there. I want to buck up into his hand but I don’t, letting him set the pace. It’s hotter that way anyway. Seeing what he’s going to do next.
He licks his lips once as he works out what he wants to do next. Still lightly stroking over me, greedily watching me. Like he’s gauging my reactions too. Lord. Pretty sure I’m not even breathing at this point, the lack of oxygen and his hands on me making my head swim. I say hands since he’s still playing with my chest, alternating between one and the other. My nipples are so fucking hard and it has absolutely nothing to do with the slight chill in the room from my fan. I’m honestly on the brink of begging but I don’t want to rush him. I know how nerve wracking all of this must be for him already. How new.
“Take these off” He rasps, in a tone that sets the peach fuzz on the back of my neck on end. Rubbing slow circles on the lace. Sweet of him to ask even though he easily could have done it himself. Especially seeing as I let him take off the rest. His hands fall from me as I stand up. I decide to make it a little more interesting and slowly, seductively peel them off myself. Dancing a little since I was trained from a young age. I don’t really get a lot of opportunities to dance down here, save for alone in my room that is. Doesn’t feel right when we always have one crisis or another.
“Fuck you are so hot” I’m sorry but did Joel Dawson just call me hot? I’m not sure this is purely educational anymore. On either of our ends. I mean I know I was already way more into it than I should have been. But he’s clearly feeling it too. Also more than he should. Aren’t I just a stand in? A sub for Aimee? A stepping stone? So why is he calling me hot?
“Shit is it okay I said that?” He looks guarded all of a sudden, vulnerable even. I clear my throat again.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s fine”
“Hah good cause you are”
“Thanks” I say, but I’m actually screaming inside. Joel thinks I’m hot. Unreal. After at least three minutes of this strip tease I finally toss my soaked panties on the floor, completely bare for him now. And take my place back on the bed the way I was before.
“I don’t know what I expected pussy to look like but it wasn’t this” I choke on air. Did Joel just say the word pussy? Sorry? That felt so wrong coming out of his innocent little mouth.
“Who taught you that word?” I ask, taken aback. He chuckles.
“I do hear people talking, you know. And fucking to be honest. I just try to tune it out most nights. I’m not that jaded” Right. The couples in here, which account for pretty much everyone but us, are super fucking loud.
“Hah oh right, yeah I hear them too”
“What do you think about it?” He asks, as he runs his hand along my inner thigh. And uh, kinda hard to concentrate on this conversation when he’s doing shit like that.
“Umm what do you mean?” Is it getting hotter in here? I can’t breathe.
“Like listening to them” He drops his other arm from me, letting it rest beside him. His other hand still traces my thigh.
“Uhh I don’t know, indifferent I guess”
“Really?” He shoots me a disbelieving look.
“What do you want me to say?”
“You don’t… wish it was you? Being touched… licked… fucked…” He murmurs tantalizingly in that sexy, gravelly voice of his. Fuck Joel. Dirty talk too? I feel like he’s leveling up faster than I can keep up. And why is he so good at it if he’s a virgin? Does not compute.
“I mean… yeah sometimes. Why? Do you?”
“Obviously”
“Do you um… touch yourself to it?”
“What?”
“Sorry, too far?”
“You think I’m touching myself to our closest friends and neighbors fucking?”
“I mean… it kind of sounded like what you were implying”
“No, definitely not. Like I said, I usually try to tune it out. But I’m a virgin, and you’re not. So… I guess what I want to know is… do you?” Well this just got hella personal all of a sudden.
“Well now I feel weird about it”
“You do!” He shouts, a dangerously hot smirk on his face. A dark glint in his eye. Fucking hell.
“Maybe once or twice”
“You bad girl” Okay once again. Why so good at the dirty talk? Do he and Aimee do this? Shit, maybe. I don’t know what all they get up to on the radio. I clear my throat, feeling even more hot and bothered now. Aren’t I supposed to be the one leading this?
“Speaking of, why aren’t you touching me yet?” I ask, impatient.
“Way to change the subject. And aren’t I?”
“Thought you wanted to figure it out”
“I do” He says, but continues to just stroke my thigh. A little closer each time but then backs off again. He’s teasing me at a time like this? Saying all these pretty words? Is he sure he’s a virgin? Or is the student just surpassing the teacher already? Does he really need me to teach him anything? But I don’t dare stop him, not when I’m finally about to get everything I’ve wanted all these years. Well, physically anyway.
He continues this maddening game for another several long minutes, until I collapse on the bed in frustration. Clenching the sheets in my fists.
“Not gonna lie, kind of wanted to make you do that for a different reason” He muses.
“Well I would be if you’d get the fuck on with it already”
“Why? You look so pretty like this. Hot, needy, and so fucking wet” My fucking god. He must hear a lot if this is the level of vocabulary he has already. But he did just call me hot and pretty so I guess I just need to take the win.
“Please Joel touch me before I just say fuck it and make you”
“Mmm better” Fuck he was waiting for me to beg for it? Who is he? He finally drags his hand higher, starting from the top of my pubic bone and dragging it down all the way until he’s almost at my back entrance. Then glides back up. I release a filthy moan at the sheer breadth of that stroke.
“Yeah? Already?” He taunts, amusement sparking in his eyes.
“You made me wait long enough so yeah”
“Thought it might have that effect” He says, matter of factly. Like he isn’t currently reducing me to a pathetic, desperate version of myself or anything. He does it again, a little more pressure this time. Spreading my arousal over the rest of my pussy. Avoiding my clit and entrance entirely. This does not feel like his first time doing this. I finally buck up into his hand, not wanting to wait anymore. But he grips my hip roughly with his free hand, pinning me to my bed. He tuts at me.
“I’ll do it when I’m ready. Be still” He orders and it goes straight to my already throbbing clit. Oh my godddd. I was going to let him lead but now he’s driving me insane. I can’t think, the desire ringing through me is too strong. All I am are these fleeting touches, eye contact, and the stifling sexual tension charging the air between us. Aimee sure is one lucky bitch I’ll tell you what. I’m never going to recover from this when he leaves me for her. I say that like we’re even together. Technically he never left her. I’m just his practice fuckdoll.
“Fuck Joel are you sure you even need me to teach you anything?” I ask, despite myself. Since he is clearly doing just fine on his own.
“Can I level with you?”
“Um sure what’s up?”
“I’m not with Aimee anymore” What? I quickly sit up, the world spinning as his words hit home.
“What? But then… why? What was all this for?”
“She was very clear that she just wants to be friends. She moved on from me years ago, and like a lovesick idiot I fell for it. I pined after her, spent all my time wishing I was back with her. Not anymore.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry”
“It is what it is”
“When um when did this happen?”
“Honestly? A while ago. I just haven’t had the guts to tell anyone. Didn’t want to them to see how stupid I was for loving her for so long when it wasn’t reciprocated anymore”
“That doesn’t make you stupid”
“No?”
“No, makes you human”
“Thanks. I feel marginally better”
“So. Wait. What are we doing then?”
“Well the truth is I’ve had my eye on you for a while. But you always seemed like you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I thought instead of trying to spend forever to get you to like me back I could suggest this batshit exercise and see if that worked. And if you weren’t into me you probably wouldn’t agree. Or if you did it’d just be glaringly obvious you weren’t. But then you reacted so well to me. Well, are. You’re so fucking responsive to me, it’s insane”
“You… you like me?”
“Hah uh yeah. A lot”
“For h- fuck” I hiss as he finally brushes a finger over my clit. He chuckles.
“For how long?” I recover.
“At least the last year”
“I’m sorry. You’ve been interested in me for a year? That’s how long it’s been since she told you that?”
“Can I let you in on another secret?”
“Shit might as well”
“I kind of um liked you before she told me that”
“You what?”
“Yeah… hah I felt really guilty about it for months. Like I was betraying her or something. Which is initially why I never said anything. But then she confessed all of that to me and I felt a lot less bad about it. But I didn’t know where you stood” I mean. Shit. He could have just said that. But I guess this was a way better way of figuring that out.
“Okay so you lied about why we’re doing this. What else did you lie about? Are you even a virgin?”
“Oh my god yes I promise, never had sex before”
“Have you done other stuff?”
“No”
“So… how are you so good at it then?”
“Am I?”
“Uhh did you not see how I was literally begging you to do something else?”
“I mean yeah I guess”
“Oh you guess”
“Are you mad?”
“Mad? No. Shocked? Hell yes”
“So am I wrong to assume you want me back?”
“No… I do. I have the whole time”
“The whole… you mean the whole time we’ve been down here? The last seven years?”
“Umm yeah”
“Holy fuck. Why’d you never tell me that?”
“Well if you hadn’t noticed you were kind of all about Aimee. So why should I have? What would it have accomplished?”
“Okay I see your point. Well shit you hid that well”
“I know, it was kind of a full time job honestly”
“I thought no one here wanted me”
“Pfft please have you seen you?”
“I’m dorky, lanky, and inexperienced. I couldn’t believe Aimee even wanted me”
“Let me fix that for you. I think you meant to say interesting, endearing, and hot as fuck”
“You think I’m hot too?”
“Absolutely”
“Wow okay great”
“So please for the love of God can you do something else? Need you so fucking bad”
“I’ve got you” This is without a doubt the best outcome. I’m terrified I’m going to wake up and realize this was all a dream. A beautiful, impossible dream. But the fears dissolve into the background when he finally runs his large hand through my aching, dripping pussy again. Colors burst behind my eyes as he glides it up to my clit, focusing his efforts there instead. Finally.
He just kind of thumbs at it at first, working out what to do. At least he was able to find it so easily, which I didn’t expect. Probably worked it out when I gasped as he brushed it over my panties earlier. He starts stroking it softly, up and down. Then side to side. Then finally, circling. How I like it.
“Oh fuck just like that Joel” I moan, my voice not even sounding like my own. Disembodied somehow.
“Yeah? That feels good?”
“Yes fuck yesss” He’s working my clit so well I don’t even register he’s tapped in his other hand until he’s already snug inside, stretching me from the inside out. Massaging and stroking my walls in time with his attention on my clit. How the fuck is he doing this?
“OHH fuckk Joellllll”
“Is that okay? Should I do anything else with my other hand?” I watch as the muscles and veins in his arm and hand flex as he works me. Careful not to like drool.
“Yeah yeah, um fuckkk can you roll your fingers like this? Curl them in like a come here motion” I demonstrate.
“Come here? Isn’t that a little on the nose?” He says, chuckling. His adorable dimple showing, only enhanced by his cute little beauty marks.
“Never thought of that way” He does it seamlessly. Like he’s done it countless times before. Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel that familiar pressure build. Heat spreading out and through me.
“Look at me” He commands so I open my eyes to see him leaning down, holding eye contact. Oh shit. Is he going to go down on me too? Please godddd. I hold my breath again in anticipation as he places soft kisses on the creases of my thighs. My hip. Not the teasing again. But I’ll deal if it means I get to have his gorgeous head between my thighs. Fuck he looks sinfully hot like this. I can’t take it.
“You want it? Want my mouth?”
“Please Joel please please please eat my pussy” I beg with abandon, not even ashamed of it anymore.
“Mmm I like the sound of that. I bet you taste so fucking good” He rasps. Fuckkkkk. I’m still not used to him talking like this. Like actually who let him? And has he ever cussed this much? I guess I did avoid him for a long time so who knows.
He continues pumping his fingers into me as he licks a strong stripe through the entirety of my pussy. Shittttt that’s good. I arch into his mouth. He moans into me as he does it again. Then he licks over each side before sucking not one, but both lips into his mouth.
“Shit Joel” I hiss. He chuckles under his breath, sending delicious vibrations through my core.
“You do taste fucking good. Not what I expected though. Better” He says after letting go of my lips with a pop. Well that’s good at least.
“Please don’t stop” He makes a “V” shape with his fingers on his other hand and rubs either side of my clit hood with it while simultaneously sucking my clit into his mouth instead. Well, can’t say I’ve ever experienced that one before. That’s new. And soooo so so good. I’m just a moaning, writhing wreck now. Unable to stop myself from grinding on his now very wet face. His strong, warm tongue. Ughhhhhhhh. So much for teaching him. I feel like I’m the one in class.
“Joel Joel Joel oh my godddd” I repeat myself. Lost in the damn near full body sensations he’s producing with only his hands and mouth right now. He continues sucking on my clit like candy, rolling it around in his hot mouth. As his hands also work me into oblivion. My body starts to tense up, and I know I’m close.
“Ohhhh yessss yes Joel I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop. Let me cum on your face”
“Mmmm” he hums but he doesn’t stop, just keeps sucking like his life depends on it. He adds his tongue, licking and flicking my clit. Like he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing. Then starts bobbing his head so his lips stimulate it too. Oh shiiiiiiitttttt.
“Holy FUCK Joelll how the fuck are you doing thissss?” I half moan, half hiss as my release finally overtakes me. I feel like I’m transcending this dimension as I bask in the warm, brilliant light of it. My cells rejuvenated, soul healed. Not to be dramatic or anything. Every nerve ending tapping in, my entire body buzzing with it. With him. Screaming his name until it damn near loses all meaning. When I finally come back to myself he’s still annihilating my pussy so I gently push him off. He licks his lips, sucks his fingers into his mouth and moans around them. I want to remember how he looks like this forever. He’s radiant.
“My god that’s what I’ve been missing this entire time? I get why everyone is always doing this shit now. That was fucking unbelievable. You’re fucking unbelievable” He breathes, wonder bright on his features.
“I could say the same about you. And so much for me teaching you. I didn’t really show you much of anything. That was all you Joel” I pant as I melt, boneless into my mattress. My knee falling completely open as I’m no longer able to hold it up.
“I know, I couldn’t believe it either. I just watched you, learned what made you feel good. And kept doing that”
“Well it was effective. Jesus Christtttt”
“So it was good? I did good?”
“You did amazing. Seriously magical. I’m fucking floored”
“Well that was just the foreplay” Fuck there’s more? Oh right we haven’t actually smashed yet.
“Just let me catch my breath. And then I’ll take care of you” His eyes go comically wide again like he can’t believe what I just said.
“You mean like…?”
“Yes I mean stroke and suck your cock”
“Oh fuck”
“What, you thought this was going to be one-sided? I’m obviously going to return the favor. Probably would have started with that if I wasn’t supposed to be teaching you for all this. Not like you needed it or anything, clearly”
“I mean, kind of”
“Fuck that. Just give me a second to recover. That was insane”
“Yeah yeah take your time. I’m glad you liked it”
“Liked it? I fucking loved that. You’ve got serious skills my guy” He beams. Ugh it physically pains me how goddamn adorable he is.
“Your guy huh?” He flashes me another hot downturned smirk.
“You know what I mean”
“I could be you know”
“What?”
“Like, yours. If you wanted that” I mean, does he realize who he’s talking to? I just said I’ve liked… well loved… him for seven years.
“Wasn’t aware that was an option”
“Of course it’s an option. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly into casual”
“No I noticed”
“So? You want to be mine?”
“I’m already yours”
“Shit really?”
“Really. I just needed you to see it”
“Oh. Wow. Okay good” So we’re official now? What the fuck? I have whiplash from the quickness of all of this. Well, not on my end but still. He already had all of me, he just didn’t realize it. But despite all of that it feels so natural. Like predestination. Like we were always meant to end up here. The two of us, at the end of the world. Where the end is just the beginning.