Better Ideas
"What, do you have any better ideas?"
"Okay, so umm-" you stumble just a little bit. "So this is the part where you might want to put your legs up, to give you more reach," you advise, and Addison does this.
"And this is the part where you start touching yourself… Directly…" you smile.
"Okay-" says Addison, never dropping your gaze.
"Alright so everyone likes this a bit different, but there are things you can try to see if you like them. You can try running your fingers through your folds first, see how that feels," you suggest.
Addison reaches her right hand down, and slides two fingers around her labia, groaning as her fingers touch skin.
"How does it feel?" you ask her, still hot, still sweating a little.
"It feels good. It's wet. And squishy," says Addison.
"Great-" you nod quickly, trying not to imagine just how wet Addison is in front of you.
"Oh that feels good," Addison swirls her fingers around.
You can tell when she finds her clit because she squeaks, actually squeaks when she touches it.
"That's good, that's so good-" Addison babbles as she continues to stroke herself.
"You're doing great," you say encouragingly.
"Do I just keep going?" Addison asks you.
"You can, or you can try going inside yourself, too," you offer.
"Oh, okay," Addison nods, and she prepares two fingers and pauses before she slides them into her entrance. Then, she slides them in both at once painstakingly slowly, savoring it.
"Yeahhhhh-" Addison moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Addison is loud.
Actually, she's really loud.
That's what you learn when Addison starts fingering herself right in front of you.
"Okay, okay, Addison you might want to be a bit… Quieter…" You grimace.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Addison ignores you, and keeps thrusting her fingers in and out of herself.
"Addison, people are gonna hear, and we're in the hospital. And I'm here, and you're here, and people are gonna think that I'm…" You gesture, but Addison has her eyes shut tight.
"That you're what?" Addison pants as she continues.
"That I'm… Helping you-" you mumble.
"You are helping me," says Addison, and you blush crimson. The idea that all of this is because of you flies through your mind, and it makes you squirm. In a good way.
"No, yeah, right, I'm helping you but they might think that I'm help-helping you. Like, in a hands-on kind of way," you gesture.
"Oh," says Addison. "Oh!" says Addison.
"Yeah," you deadpan.
"Do you want to?" Addison asks you, her brow furrowing adorably again. "I mean, you're the expert right? You can do some, and I can do some," Addison smiles.
"What, oh, I don't think that's a good idea," you sigh. The idea almost gives you a heart attack. You, moving your fingers on Addison. Touching Addison. Intimately. It gives you shivers.
There's nothing you want more of at this moment.
Feeling Addison, skin-to-skin. Feeling how swollen and wet she is. Feeling her clenching around you. Feeling her get closer and closer. Feeling her come.
"Addison, you don't want me to do that," you say softly.
Her pleading eyes are wearing you down, and you don't want to give in, because you're not sure she knows what she'd be getting into. You're not sure what you'd be getting yourself into. Because you know if you have more than this with Addison, then you'll probably fall down a rabbit hole of desperation and despair all over again if she doesn't like you back that way.
"Why not?" Addison pouts.
"Because… If you don't learn how to do it yourself… It's better if you learn to do it yourself…" you manage.
"Fine," Addison huffs.
"You're doing great," you add, and Addison smiles, and keeps going. Her hands are getting frantic now, and she's working them in and out, and then you suggest she try another hand on her clit.
"Yeah, oh that's great, yeah, that's awesome Meredith-" says Addison.
You wince when she says your name aloud, and you hope there's nobody outside the room to hear her.
"Okay, maybe a bit less loud?" you say carefully.
"I can't stop, I can't stop," Addison pants, as she shoves another finger into herself, and starts rubbing her other hand over her clit.
Her hands are a mess, sticky with Addison's arousal, and Addison is blissed out on all of this, her hair all mussed up, and her legs parted.
"Okay, alright then keep going then," you nod, because you don't want to keep Addison from experiencing this.
It's hard though. It's hard not being able to be more involved, and it's hard just watching it happen. And it's hard not being able to do anything for yourself either, as you watch Addison thrash on the bed, and all you can do is vaguely squeeze your legs together, and hope that that eases some of your discomfort.
It's frankly embarrassing how turned on you are while watching Addison.
It's far beyond anything you've ever experienced so far, with anyone, pretty much ever. Of course sure, when you're with other people usually you're more of a participant so it's hard to compare those experiences directly, but still, you're swollen and achy right now, and no one's been touching you, and you're still fully clothed here.
"Meredith, I think I'm gonna come-" says Addison, as her breaths get heavier and heavier, and her motions get rapider.
"Oh yeah, I think I'm gonna come-" says Addison, as she thrusts her fingers in at a better angle, and hits her spot, and she massages all over her clit with her other hand.
"Oh it's coming, it's coming, oh oh oh, yeah Meredith yeah-" Addison practically screams as she's coming, and you watch her as her head shoots back, and her eyes squeeze tight, and her toes curl as her fingers push harder, and her hand gets covered in her come as she finishes over them.
Your jaw drops, and you think you let out a moan yourself at the sight of her.
She's beautiful while she comes undone, all the stress leaving her, and all the pleasure washing over her.
Your insides throb, and you try to push it away, but you realize you'll just have to take care of yourself at a later time.
"You did great," you smile, as Addison opens her eyes again.
"Yeah?" says Addison sweetly.
"Yeah," you nod.
"I think I can go again," Addison pants.
"Already?" you say, surprised.
"Yeah, you said multiple orgasms right? I think I can do that," says Addison, as she shoves one hand back into herself, and starts playing with her clit with the other.
If the first time wasn't hard enough to watch, the second one is torture, because Addison counces back fast, and she's groaning even louder than she was before.
And this time, she knows what she's doing, so she's deliberate about it, and her long and delicate fingers strike all the good spots inside her until she's close again.
And you can tell she's close again because she's moaning it out like a mantra, and she's humping her hand and bucking her hips into it.
And this time when Addison comes, she starts squirting, and the fluid starts gushing out of her, and it looks like it feels amazing, because she's really milking it, and her eyes are pressed shut for a while. She rides out her aftershocks on her own hand, before she shuffles, and pulls her hand out of herself, and keeps panting as she blinks her eyes open.
"Wow-" says Addison, her pupils completely blown, and her expression very bewildered.
"Wow-" you agree.
"That was awesome," she says cheerfully.
"Yeah, I bet," you say, with your eyebrows raised.
"Like, I don't even know how that happened. I've never done that before," says Addison, amazed.
"You did good," you smile approvingly.
"Thank you, Meredith. You were so helpful, and patient, I couldn't have done it without you," says Addison.
"Oh well, I just had a few pointers that's all," you say modestly, as the words 'I couldn't have done it without you,' float through your head.
"No, really. I liked having you here," Addison smiles.
"Thanks," you nod at her.
"Alright, did you need anything else or… I could go if you want to get cleaned up," you say gently.
"You can stay for a little while?" Addison offers.
"You sure?" you ask her.
"I'm sure," says Addison.
"Alright then," you smile.
"Come sit," offers Addison.
"Oh, okay," you say, as you move closer to her very tentatively.
"Oh, but you probably don't want to sit in the wet spot," she gestures.
"Right," you giggle, and you carefully avoid it.
"Wow, my hand's pretty sticky," says Addison.
"Yeah that happens," you giggle.
"I think that was the best sex I ever had," Addison says wistfully.
"Oh," you say softly.
"Why oh?" says Addison.
"I'm just sad you never had better sex before, that's all," you shrug.
"Yeah, I don't know. This was great though," says Addison. "Hey wait I have an idea!" says Addison.
"Which is?" you ask apprehensively.
"You're good at sex, right?" says Addison.
Okay, so you're probably definitely headed down a deep and dark and scary rabbit hole. But at least this time, you don't feel like you're going to be drowning in this one.
***** END OF CHAPTER 3
Author's Note:
Alright, it's here, happy? And before you beg me for a chapter four or whatever, please focus on the first three. Thank you. That's all I ask :). Much love,
bobbiejelly