“D-do you… need to… go inside, for…?” I tried to ask.
“Oh, no, of course not!” Charlotte exclaimed in such a caring tone while hugging me. “Don’t worry, cutie. I can still teach you and make you feel good without penetration,” she said, much to my reassurance. “You really don’t know anything about sex, do you?”
I felt embarrassed being called out as though I were an ignoramus, but I still shook my head.
“Oh my, you’re just too precious. I can’t even—” She brought her hands to her mouth, hiding a wide smile. “Don’t worry. Now that I know that, I have no intention of putting anything inside you until you ask me to… And even then, I might argue against it,” she continued, nearly bouncing with what I could only interpret as excitement. “I wanna see it so bad…”
“See w-what?”
Charlotte focused her attention back on me, switching from this overly excited state to her previous demeanour as if flicking a switch. “Don’t worry about it for now. We’ll do that later. For now, let me finish what I started,” she told me with a smirk. Her hand pushed mine back towards my nose, and she added, “Now put that sock back where it belongs, and I’ll let you glimpse paradise.”
“W-what are y-you—” I tried to ask, watching her slide down my body like an Ekans, only to be cut off by my own gasp as her mouth enclosed my lower lips and I felt something strong, yet soft and warm push against that one spot. Oh Arceus…
The sensation that overtook me was like nothing I had ever felt before. Even the night before’s repeated edging had not had this effect. Charlotte… the quintessential beauty, had her face between my thighs, making embarrassing sounds while her tongue slid between my wet lips, making me forget all about the earlier scare. Each time she flicked that little spot, my moans grew louder, until my voice broke.
No sounds came out but mute gasps as my body spasmed and shook, my mind reeling from the incredible sensation. Yet she didn’t stop, and every time I felt like the peak was waning, her tongue moved just the right way to start it all over again.
Until it was too much, too sensitive, nearly painful, and I pushed her away with my hands, closing my thighs.
She kissed my thigh, then slithered back up to me while I was still panting and trembling. “That, cutie, is called giving head. And it’s nowhere near everything I can do to you,” she threatened—or promised. “Did that convince you to be mine?” she then added in a playful tone.
Still panting, I asked, “D-do you… really l-like me?”
Her face softened with something akin to pity and affection. “I do, Laurie. You’re adorable, beautiful… tasty.” She laughed at that. “Maybe I’ll even come to like more than your superficial qualities as I get to know you better.”
I pondered for a few moments longer while catching my breath. I knew I had already decided, deep down… but I needed to feel as though I had thought about it rationally.
“Alright. I-I’ll be yours… I-I mean, your p-partner?”
“Something like that,” Charlotte chuckled. “You’ll be mine, and you’ll be obedient. Won’t you?”
My cheeks flushed again, but I still nodded.
She smiled and sat up, bringing her bare leg around until her foot was flat on the ground beside my head.
“Kiss my shin,” she said quietly. It didn’t sound authoritative this time, merely… expectant.
I turned towards her leg and leant up awkwardly, just enough to lightly kiss her shin. She was smiling again when I turned back to her.
“Remember that kiss,” she said, moving her foot closer to my head and caressing my cheek with her instep. “Put my sock back on.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
I took the sock, which I now realised had remained half over my face this entire time. I blushed, naturally, but focused on my task. I folded it over, sliding my fingers into the opening to spread it, and just as I was about to turn towards it, Charlotte moved her foot over my face, letting it hover there while I put her sock on.
It was the first time I’d seen her foot bare. Quite honestly, I would have believed it if someone had told me this girl never walked on her own. Her soles were so soft and immaculate that I very nearly thought she never set foot on the ground. After swallowing hard, I slid her sock on, my hands trembling ever so slightly as I worked it up towards her mid-thigh. I-I wanted to go further… but I didn’t dare.
Once “dressed” again, she returned to an elegant, side-saddle seated position. For a while, she just looked at me, lying before her, still very much naked.
“W-what w-was it, t-that you w-wanted to see?” I asked tentatively.
“So you remembered? I was wondering how I should get back on that subject,” she said, though her expectant smile betrayed her words. She bent forwards and crawled closer to me, bringing her mouth to my ear. “I wanted to see your most precious treasure. Your most private place,” she whispered.
“B-b-but… I-I’m already naked,” I stammered. Somehow, I knew what she was asking, but I didn’t quite want to acknowledge it.
“That you are, and what a treat it is.” She started moving away, swung her legs out into the vestibule and put on her shoes, then unzipped the tent to leave. “Freshen up and then join me outside. It’s not bright enough inside the tent.”
Before pulling the zip up entirely, she quickly slipped her head back inside to add, “As you are, by the way. I don’t want any clothes on you.”
“W-wha—no, someone might see!”
“Didn’t you promise you would be obedient a moment ago?” she asked, so much disappointment tainting her voice that I felt guilty. “Besides, I haven’t seen anyone all morning. You’ll be fine.”
“Morning?”
“Yes, it’s past noon. Why do you think I entered your tent like that? I was worried when I found a tent in the middle of the woods in the middle of the day, with nobody answering and growling coming from inside. Anyway, chop chop!”
With that, she closed the tent.
Oh no. What was I doing? I had just… promised a girl I barely knew that I was hers and would be obedient. And now, she wanted me outside completely naked to… to… Oh Arceus, what had I done? Yet she had shown me so much care during our short stay in the tent. When I had seriously said no and been scared, she’d stopped. T-then, she had continued with something even better. Oh dear, her tongue… The memory brought the tingling back.
While beating myself up internally, I cleaned myself and tidied up the inside of my tent. A few moments later, I was sitting cross-legged, doing slow breathing exercises to calm down. I wanted this, I convinced myself. She was… everything I could desire… I’d have fun, discover tons of new things… I’d have a friend on the road, a p-partner.
A friend and partner. The second one, after Maple… but the first human one.
With renewed determination, I exited the tent, my bare feet making the leaves and twigs crack beneath them. A little farther away, at the edge of the tiny clearing my camp occupied, Maple lay curled into a small ball of fur on top of a fallen log. She raised one ear and opened one eye to see me come out, only to huff and bury her face in her tail in a little movement that made me think this might be her equivalent of a facepalm.
Closer to the tent was Charlotte, hovering over a neatly cut trunk that she had, by all appearances, taken great care to clean. She had her phone in her hand and was… taking pictures of it? Huh…
She turned to me upon hearing the cracking beneath my feet and smiled brightly, pointing to the trunk.
I looked around, worried I might find someone else casually strolling by or taking a peek, but the forest was empty apart from the ambient sounds of its inhabitants. I took a slow step towards the trunk, then another, and another, until I was finally close enough to turn and sit down.
The surface wasn’t perfect or comfortable against my bare skin, but at least it wasn’t cold to the touch. I automatically raised my feet and brushed off whatever dirt they had accumulated before bringing my knees up to my chest and making myself into a small ball.
“As cute as you look, that won’t do at all,” Charlotte declared. “Sit further back. I want you to spread your legs wide. Stop hiding; you’re too beautiful to hide.”
I… I couldn’t… Still, I obeyed. I slid back until my bottom was in the centre of the rather large trunk and hesitantly spread my legs, just a bit, until my feet were perhaps shoulder-width apart. Charlotte looked disappointed.
She moved closer and knelt down before me, levelling her eyes with mine the way you would when addressing a child. “Come on, cutie, I can’t see anything like this. Please do it for me. I promise you look absolutely beautiful. I’d like to show you.”
I gulped. Again, slowly, I spread my legs wider and wider, getting redder with each inch I gave up, until nothing was left hidden and my most private part was staring her right in the face.
She smiled, then guided me into the position she wanted with her hands. She made me straighten my back as much as I could while keeping my bottom facing forwards, brought my arms under my thighs and placed my fingers on my lower lips.
Seemingly happy with my pose, she walked back in front of me, stood with her fists on her hips and smiled brightly as she looked at me. I avoided her eyes, unable to process the mortifying level of embarrassment and humiliation I was going through.
“Perfect. That’s called presenting, cutie. You should remember that. Now, we’ll start with a closed one, and then I want one open,” she declared, as though nothing were amiss with the current situation.
Since I didn’t really understand what she meant, I cast a quick glance at her, only to find her turning her phone’s camera on me.
“N-n—what are you doing?” I stuttered, too stunned to actually hide myself.
“Taking pictures, obviously. We don’t exactly have a mirror, and you wanted me to teach you. Now, spread yourself as wide as you can without hurting yourself,” she said completely naturally, her eyes on the screen, not bothering to look up at me.
I couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do. She had clearly already snapped pictures of me naked, spreading my legs, and now she wanted… more? I… I felt humiliated… At the same time, I felt my heart race, heat building in my core and… a form of excitement at how she was treating me, at the way she looked at me in my shameful position.
Still, I didn’t move.
Charlotte’s face fell into an expression of sadness mixed with affection, the kind you reserve for a pitiful pet. She knelt in front of me again, closer this time, and stroked my hair gently.
“I know it’s scary. But I promise you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You’re the whole reason I travelled half the region. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I just… want you to share your most precious treasure with me,” she whispered softly, reassuringly. “Please?”
I didn’t know what it was about this girl… She just made me feel special, I supposed. And she was so flawless, so perfect… I wanted her to like me… Perhaps that was why I obeyed and revealed my most private place to her, letting her eyes take in my very core.
Even when she brought her phone up and took pictures, I didn’t move.