"Lucas," I sang. He'd had his back to me for about 10 minutes and I couldn't stand the silence. "It's hot," I complained. I learned long ago that his breathing changed when he fell asleep and since I hadn't noticed a change within the last 10 minutes, I knew he was still awake. I turned my body towards his, scooting really close and propping myself up on my elbow so I could see his profile. He groaned with displeasure. "You're not really mad at me." "Yes, I am." I blew air on the back of his neck and placed my hand on his hip. "Stop it." I started making circles with my hand, dragging them up and down his side. "Stop, it's too hot." I buried my face in the crook of his neck smiling. "Stop, I can't be mad at you when you're doing that." "I know," I whispered seductively in his ear. He chuckled a little, despite himself. "I can't sleep it's too hot," I complained again. "Well, try." I stopped making circles and moved my hand down to his abs, enveloping him in a half hug. "Come on, talk to me." He was silent for a minute and made no attempt to move. I blew on his neck again. "About what?" he asked, totally disinterested. I creeped my hand lower. "Peyt," he warned. My hand was resting on the waistband of his boxers. "Are you going to pay attention to me?" "I am." "No, you're not," I whined. I could sense him roll his eyes. Again he was silent. I took my pointer and middle finder and walked them further south. "Peyt, seriously." "Well..." I was waiting for him to roll over and engage in conversation with me again. My fingers walked down his inner, upper thigh. "Peyt, seriously," he rolled off the bed and stood up quickly, "that's not funny." I realized how stern he was being, so I began to apologize, "I'm sorr--" I accidentally caught sight of the slight bulge in his boxers. I smiled, "Really?" "It's hot," he said casually, staring at nothing particular on the floor. I rolled back over to my side of the bed; he took that as his cue to lie down again.
After a few minutes of chewing on the inside of my cheek and staring at the shadows being cast on the ceiling, I spoke up, "Sorry." He was lying on his back with one arm draped over his stomach. Finally, he made a move to bring the covers back over him, "Aren't you hot?" "Yes." He'd only gotten the covers untangled halfway before I started kicking them back down with my feet. "No, I don't want them up here." "Peyt," he begged. "Why?" I asked confused. He stared at me. I kept looking at him puzzled. "Because it's embarrassing." "Oh." I thought for a moment, "Wait, why is it embarrassing? It's just me." "Yeah, I know, but this shouldn't happen when it's just you." "Thanks." "Peyt, you know I didn't mean it like that." "I know," I smiled, finally breaking my gaze to look back at the ceiling.
"I'm bored." "Well, we could be sleeping..." "Or!" I moved quickly to straddle Lucas' knees. I leaned forward giving Lucas a good view down my tank top and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers smiling evilly up at him. "What are you doing," he asked kind of worried. "Helping you get over your fear," I said nonchalantly. "Peyt, be serious." I inched his boxers down, one side at a time. His happy trail was getting fairly dense before he moved quickly to cover my hands and pull his boxers back up. "Stop," he asserted. He laid back down perching on his elbows, freeing my hands. In one quick move his boxers were as far south as they could go with me sitting on his knees. Lucas' face was covered in complete shock. His lips parted slightly in astonishment and uncertainty. I ran my pointer finger down the length of him. His eyes got even wider. He was too shocked to consciously react, but other parts of his body were definitely responsive. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. "No mantra of 'grandma' or 'basketball' can save you now," I grinned wiggling my eyebrows at him. He opened his eyes and looked at me, "Stop, your dad is in his room down the hall." "That's your only reason for me to stop?" I paused, "Then I guess you'll just have to be quiet." "How many?" We were back to the conversation from earlier, only this time he wasn't asking so he could compare me with another girl. "Shuttup and enjoy this," I commanded, "The heat is making me delirious and come tomorrow we'll never speak of this to anyone."
In one swift move, I leaned down and took him as far as I could in my mouth. Retreating halfway, I twirled my tongue around the tip of him. His hips bucked and his back arched, moaning incoherent sounds. I stopped suddenly and sat up, "Remember that time? Brooke's sister behind the fence?" He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. I smiled, "Fine, but we're coming back to this later."
I sat up on my knees and shimmied his boxers all of the way down, still straddling his legs. "Are you just going to lay there?" I teased. "What?" "Well, I'm supposed to be helping you, right? I can guarantee laying there isn't going to make a great impression on Meagan." He smiled for the first time, but the shock still hadn't completely left his face. "What do you want me to do?" I shook my head 'no' and wagged my finger, "That's for you to decide. Surprise me. I'll let you know if you're on the right track." "You're kidding me right? This isn't actually happening." "Lucas, you're my best friend; this is what friends do." He looked skeptical so I finished, "they help each other." He bobbed his head once, then again slighter, in understanding. "So what exactly have you done with a girl?" "Um..." "Really? Nothing?" "Thanks, Peyt. As if I'm not embarrassed enough." "I don't get why you're embarrassed. I mean, I just ran my finger down the length of your dick, and then," I feigned shock and whispered like it was a secret, "licked your pre cum." Lucas turned beat red at my frankness. I took the length of him in my hands and started stroking up and down. His breathing changed. His eyes narrowed and filled with assertiveness. He placed one of his hands over mine tightening my grip and quickening the pace. His eyes closed. It was my turn to be bewildered. After a moment, his eyes shot open and ceased the movement of our hands. "Take your shirt off." Still in a daze, I obeyed him. He pointed to my underwear bottoms, "Keep going." I shifted my weight taking them off. I sat back down on his thighs completely naked. He grabbed my hips and pulled me further up his body. Before I knew it, two of his fingers were inside me and this thumb was massaging me. My jaw dropped and I let out a small squeak and gasped in some air. He retracted his hand, smiling. His fingers were covered in my juices. He intertwined our fingers and moved our hands to surround the length of him again. He started to stroke, only this time our hands were lubricated and slid up and down with ease. He placed both of his hands on my hips as I continued to caress him. "Peyt, I didn't think," he growled, "I didn't come prepared." I leaned over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and waved the condom so he could see it. I closed the drawer and opened the packaging. Lucas' hips bucked again as I rolled the condom down. Once more, he took me off guard and his fingers were inside of me. I leaned my head backwards. "Stop," I managed to moan out, frustrated. His fingers retracted so fast, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." Annoyed with his sudden withdrawal, "No, I didn't mean stop, I just meant," I leaned forward bracing my hands on his chest and whispering in his ear, "I want you inside of me." If it were possible, he got even harder in anticipation. I perched myself above him. "Yes, I remember that time." I shot him a glance encouraging him to continue. "Brooke's sister behind the fence. I remember." I smiled, unable to form complete sentences. I sat down slowly, him filling me. "Want to know why I asked if you remembered that day?" My question was broken with pauses as I got used to his size. He shook his head 'yes.' "Because that day I promised myself that you'd be my first. I wanted to experience those noises with you," I said as I remembered the deep moans. Lucas was now fully inside of me and I tried not to move because I didn't want to encourage him. I wanted to tell him first. "Couldn't wait?" "But I did," I challenged. "What? I thought--" I shook my head 'no' and bit my lower lip, "I mean, never with another guy, but I've had," I searched for the right words, "nights alone," looking at him so he'd understand my meaning. "You mean, this is your first, too?" I shook my head again. "Wow," his face broke into a cocky smile, "We're doing pretty well." I rolled my eyes and started to grind my hips.