“Sammy!” Cassidy gasps.
A flicker of anger flashes across her face. Nothing serious, mind you. It, however, is rather curious to see given the whole free use thing going on around me.
Is it because the comment wasn’t prompted by me so much as it is of their own making?
Whatever the reason behind it, her friend thinks nothing of it. In fact, Samantha moves on to a more pressing matter. “So, who’s going to be with who, or do you want to make this a free-for-all sort of thing?”
Paul and I share a look. Neither of us says a thing; we both know what the other is thinking.
“Maybe another time…” I mutter a little less confidently than before. “But I’m sure my friend would love to fuck you, Sammy.”
The woman in question stretches out a tattooed arm in his direction. He simply stands there, awkward as all hell as she strokes his chin. “That I can do, sweetie. I was hoping it was you I’d get to have my way with. You look like the kind of naughty boy that needs all sorts of special attention, isn’t that right?”
Paul nods so fervently like his life depends on it.
I, however, am not quite sure what such ‘special attention’ she’s actually referring to is. Beyond sex, that is. Whatever. I don’t need to know. Probably best I don’t.
“That leaves you with me, Cass. Is it alright if I call you that?” I say to my would-be partner.
She nods, then glances around at our surroundings. “What exactly did you have in mind for this? I mean… Where? I’ve never had sex in public, but…”
The woman doesn’t finish that thought, but she does raise a good question. While I’m totally fine with fucking her here, do I really want to do that for my first time? I always imagined it somewhere more comfortable. In a bed, for instance. Maybe on a couch, or hell, even in the back of a car would be more accommodating.
Noticing my expression, Samantha so helpfully offers up a suggestion. “I don’t live all that far away. If you two would prefer, I can drive us back to my apartment. It’ll only take a few minutes, and we will all no doubt be far more comfortable there.”
I glance over at Paul. He shrugs, not fussed either way. It’s as good as any suggestion, and I suppose the lack of an audience will let us ‘perform’ better for our first time.
“That would be appreciated. Please lead the way.”
Without further ado, Samantha and Cassidy guide us out of the mall. While walking together, side by side, they prove to be the friendly sort. Even Cassidy, as reserved as she is, makes idle conversation. The two of them ask about all sorts of things, from school and hobbies to our potential romantic endeavours. Or rather, the lack thereof, as they find out.
Despite the free-use nature of my power, there’s little point in being rude to the pair. Both Paul and I go along with it. Talking to girls has always frightened me in the past. Not so much anymore, it would seem. I have a far too easy time responding to any of their questions and asking my own ones in return.
As it turns out, Samantha’s a tattoo artist. I should’ve probably guessed that based on all her ink. Not that you need to be one to have so many, but it makes sense. I doubt you’d see many inkless tattooists.
I’m curious. Does she have any in… let’s just say, more intimate areas? Paul will have to fill me in on that fact later.
Cassidy, on the other hand, works as the manager of an upper-class daycare. That doesn’t surprise me, specifically the tending to kids part. She has an aura of maternal warmth to her that just comes so easily to her. That blends with how reserved she is, too. So much so, the woman reminds me of a mother duck watching over its babies.
The pair lead us to a rather nice car in the parking lot. It’s not as luxurious as the one Bridget’s family drives her around in, of course. I didn’t expect it to be, but still, the seats are incredibly comfortable.
While Samantha sits up front, driving with Paul beside her in the passenger seat, Cassidy and I end up in the back. No one plans for it to happen like this. It isn’t even discussed, and yet, that’s how the dice fall.
I’m more than happy to take advantage of the opportunity, though. After all, what better way is there to pass the time than by having a little fun together in the back seat?
I lock eyes with Cass. A reserved smile spreads across her lips. Mine is much wider, more uninhibited. Her eyes sparkle with warmth, and what I can only describe as desire. She wants this.
The car gently pulls out of the parking space. Neither of us processes that fact. We only have eyes for one another in the moment.
I make the first move by placing my hand on her thigh. She glances down at it, placing her own atop mine. She doesn’t stop me, not even when I caress her ever so softly. She simply holds my hand, encouragingly.
“You know…” I lean in, speaking in a hushed voice only she can hear. “Sex isn’t the only thing I’ve never done before. I’ve also never kissed a girl.”
“Never…” She whispers back.
“Not once.”
Considering all I’ve done, that fact is quite funny, is it not? I’ve groped a woman in public, I’ve fondled chests, and gotten a blowjob. I’ve even eaten pussy, and yet not one kiss. It goes to show where my priorities lie.
“That’s nothing to feel ashamed of. Everyone matures at their own rate.” She reassures me. “I was older than you are now when I had my first kiss. And besides, this is something I can help you with if that’s what you wish.”
Oh, I definitely wish it.
Cass must be able to read that fact on my face. She doesn’t hesitate. The woman simply leans forward, her intent clear as day. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
My heart pounds in my chest. Despite everything I’ve done so far, the excitement of trying something new for the first time still hasn’t gone away. Will it ever? A part of me hopes it doesn’t. This feeling only adds to the thrill of it all.
The second pass in tense silence. A simple moment draws on and on, feeling like an eternity passing.
Then the tension snaps. Her lips touch mine, and… Oh, God, they’re so soft… Softer than I ever could’ve expected.
Sure, I’ve felt the touch of a girl’s lips on my cock before, but that’s different. This is so much more intimate, more delicate.
She kisses me, and I kiss her back.
All things considered, it’s rather chaste. The embrace is naught but a simple peck on the lips. Nonetheless, it leaves me feeling on top of the world.
It also helps that she doesn’t end the kiss any time soon. Her lips linger on mine, pulling away only slightly to peck again, and again.
Then, she parts them. The kiss deepens, and I gasp. Her mouth swallows the sound I let out.
She holds me, her hands caressing the side of my face. I do so too, as best I can. My arms are like jelly, though. I’m far too awkward at this. Even as I kiss her back, opening my own mouth in turn, I know there’s a lot I can do to improve.
Fortunately, I have the time to do so, and not to mention a great teacher to learn from. I follow the reserved woman’s lead. Even now, that side of her shines bright. She doesn’t go all out; no, she holds back, slowly building the tension and intimacy of our shared embrace.
All thoughts other than her fly out with the wind. The kiss consumes me; it consumes us both.
Elsewhere in the car, a few looks and comments are directed our way. They go in one ear and out the other. If you put a gun to my head and ask what they said, I couldn’t tell you.
Cass slides her tongue into my mouth, and my heart skips a beat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I love every second of it.
Her husband is missing out; what a fool he is. If I were married to a woman like her, I’d not be able to keep my hands to myself for even a day. That would probably be a problem onto itself, but at least she wouldn’t feel undesired.
I give our kiss everything I have, tongue and all. My efforts are paltry in comparison to hers, and yet still she urges me on. Not just with her lips but her hands, too. They hold me so desperately, pulling me closer.
A click echoes through the car. The woman undoes her seat belt so we can better hold one another. It’s not the safest thing, all things considered, but I can’t blame her. Mine follows in turn a moment later, and with them no longer restricting us, we really go at it. The floodgates have been opened.