Little Mouse
952 Words
"I need your name"
He came again the next day and the next. In two days, I knew he would come everyday.
He had just had me sit naked in front of my mirror and give myself a hand s*x. I didn't know he knew I did it often but he seemed to be more interested in how I did it.
He watched me do it and it made me even more turned on.
Lips apart, my hair laying slick in the air, knees bent, with my index fingers rubbing my clit. I was naked, bare naked and he was watching as I stared at the mirror, the image of me wet and dirty while he stood next to it, watching both me and my mirror image.
He didn't say a word, instead smiled.
He kept smiling at me.
I felt a source of victory like none other when I m*********d twice.
Fuck.
Just as I cummed, he reached the space between my legs and licked it all up.
He cleaned me up and I let him.
Oh.
"Your name?"
He lend me a bedsheet and I smiled.
"name?"
I kept pleading for it and he seemed to enjoying it.
"Why do you need my name?"
I stopped short. First sentence he ever fed me.
Two days of silent orgasms and he managed to talk now.
And that too interrogative mode.
I was too stunned to even answer.
Or maybe a bit turned on by the fact he had a great sound.
A bit growling fumbling take on a masculine urge of a sound.
One that could make a nursery rhyme sound sexy.
He gawked at me and sat on my bed's edge while my straight off naked, cross-legged self lay put, covered in just a tiny fabric of blanket.
"Loser....I have been talking to you for two days and you're giving me your name now?"
"I have been trying to kiss you for two days and your letting me in now?"
I actually jumped in the air and stared at him in awe, "Your the one who doesn't want to, okay."
"So your okay with me kissing you?"
I couldn't believe what happened next. He pulled me by my legs and pushed me into his lap. In seconds, I was centimetres away from his face.
My heartbeat rose. Great time for a cardiac malfunction.
"Um...."
I started to smack my lips and stare at his which were just millimetres away. Chuck the maths, they were too close.
I breathed softly, wishing those plump lips lay on mine for even a nanosecond.
"You have never been kissed before?"
I shook my head.
He seemed stunned.
"That is a joke"
I shook my head, and shrugged,
"I don't date. Kevin was my first and last"
"Whose Kevin?"
I stopped. s**t, that was not supposed to come out.
My eyes met his and he realized that was a slip of the tongue.
"Who is he?"
Did I want him to know?Yeah. Why? I don't know.
So I told him about Kevin, our teenage love and whatever ended.
"Dickhead"
He said it so immediately, it felt like he processed my thoughts.
"For real?", I laughed a bit and his eyes lit a bit.
"So he didnt' kiss you?"
I shook my head, "Cheek kisses, and forehead ones. He did try to kiss me once at a rag party. I just pushed him away"
"Why?", he rolled my hair behind my ear.
I felt his face wince a bit when I grabbed his wrist. Very so comfortably, in his lap, I was seated, and somehow things seemed so nice.
"I didn't feel like it. I was also young. Seventeen"
"And your 23 now", he completed making me skip a beat.
"How do you know my age?"
"I know so much, little mouse"
Mouse.
He called me a mouse?
"I hate that being"
He smiled a little, making me laugh along.
"Mom always finds it in the house, running helter-skelter in the kitchen, making her go crazy. I can't even kill it because it looks so disgusting. Yuck!"
The thought of it made me move my limbs all around a bit, and he went "Okay okay" and held me close.
His fingers lifted my face a bit, putting our lips on one line.
I stared at it, wanting it placed on mine.
"How many would you give for a kiss?"
He was teasing me. I could feel it in that tone.
"How do you count: in orgasms or money?"
He actually laughed this time, a sort of growling 'haha' leaving his mouth.
I felt impressed.
Man was a hot-ass guy with a great voice and a even better laugh.
"How about this, I come visit you every day and we kiss when you do something for me?"
I held his gaze. Oh Lord, I would even bow to you if worse comes to worse.
"Yeah?"
My hesitation must have pulled him back a little because he thought for a second,
"Give Kevin a kick in his gut, for forcefully kissing you at the rag party"
What?
"No way..we are friends"
I said it but remained millimeters away from his face.
I could feel his long slender fingers massaging my bare back.
"Well, friends or not: he should know what's wrong right?"
I half-nodded. My mind wasn't exactly sure.
"Let me see"
He pulled me closer, almost touching our lips and breathed,
"Don't do that"
"Wha-at?", I was shivering a bit under the intensity he held me.
"Those eyes of yours...", and he bit his lower lip.
I could feel him shaking a bit.
What just was happening?
Before I could ask anything, he vanished.
Just evaporated.
Oh.
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