Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Word Count: 500
Rating: M
Summary: Two friends helping each other get ready for extracurricular activities before going to college.
Practice Makes Perfect
He looks at me with that "come fuck me" face, begging for me to come over.
I find I've reached my limit and started dying laughing, effectively ruining the mood.
"Bella!", he almost whines, "We're supposed to take this seriously. I'm never going to get anywhere with a girl if you don't help me."
I shake my head, trying to combat the giggles threatening to reappear. I know I could benefit greatly from this too, but being friends with him for our seventeen years of life may be my downfall and my advantage to learning...things...before college.
"Okay, sorry. I'll try again," I reply, trying to put Ryan Gosling's face to his body or some shit.
I crawl over to him, hovering just close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his chest and place a kiss as an apology before smiling at him. I needed help in the whole oral business so figured I'd start there.
Pulling my focus away from Ryan's face I try to unbutton his pants. Apparently it didn't want me anywhere near his dick, though. I struggled and tried to fight my way through the damn thing only to break my thumbnail. I started screaming obscenities before I stuck it in my mouth. I looked to him, pouting. He sighed and rolled his eyes before unbuttoning them himself.
"Put that mouth to better use, Bells."
I glared at him before taking a deep breath to try to center myself. To remember what the magazines told me.
I slowly started to push the front of his underwear down. But then it twitched. Fucking twitched at me! What the hell? The sight almost made me lose it again, but I pushed that shit back, determined.
I placed him in my palm and licked up his shaft, So far, so good. Not too bad. After a few minutes I felt brazen enough to try to fit him in my mouth. Sucking on the head of his dick first and then going deeper. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried not to choke. But, damnit, I needed to learn this! I struggled for a while, my stomach rolling...and then it happened.
A. Fucking. Pube.
It got caught in my throat and immediately I bolted upright, hacking like a furball cat, all the tears finally set free. I scrambled past his confused face towards the bottle of water I had just in case I thought his jizz was too disgusting.
"I'm done!", I yelled, quite defeated.
He started laughing, pulling me down to him as I still fought to get that damn pube down my throat.
"It's okay, Bella. We'll try again another time."
My eyes widened, afraid of a repeated disaster. He laughed again, holding me tighter.
"And I'll shave."
I laid down with him after dislodging the offensive little hair and thanked God for a friend like Jake. If this was any other guy I would have been mortified.