More Education
Oh Hell. This needed to continue Plus, my other main story (It Takes One to Raise One) is too angsty at the moment and a serious sex scene with a 6 year old in the safe house is just wrong.
The last thing I remembered saying to Dave that night was "You made love to me until I couldn't walk straight. Thank you for showing me the difference." It was deeply corny, but you'll just have to fucking forgive me. I was basking in the afterglow. I'd just had my cherry popped. Holy Shit! Brooke's song from Dance Team auditions! I grabbed my IPOD and listened to 'Cherry Drop' by Lemon four times in a row. It was a seriously slutty song. Catchy though…
Dave and I had snuggled for a while after he fucked me into the ground and then after some pleasantries that I really don't remember he left. He might have been a bit freaked out by my using the word 'love' but since I hadn't slipped and actually said 'I love you', I think he was able to get over it.
I was left with a good feeling but a kind of a yucky cleanup job. It's a little gross to say, but I looked like I'd been stabbed in the cunt. Technically I had, but with a dick, not a knife. I remembered one of Daddy's few lame attempts at explaining girlie stuff. "Girls are… messy." He'd said. Then he turned bright red and started showing me how to disembowel someone with a melon baller. As if somehow that was less disturbing then the facts of life.
Where the hell did I put that melon baller? I don't think it's the same one as in the kitchen… Never mind.
Well, no shit Daddy. But it was part of being a girl and nothing to be ashamed of. I threw the sheets in the washer with about two cups of bleach to see if the blood would come out. Hell, I thought head wounds bled a lot. I guess I'd had a lot more 'cherry' to pop then I'd thought. Then I took a shower and was again reminded of one of life's great rules. Never try to shower when the washing machine is running. I'd had it set on cold to help keep the stains from setting and when it kicked into the rinse cycle halfway through my shower… I'm sure you get the picture. The water almost burned off a layer of skin and I almost broke my toe when I tried to take revenge on the washing machine without any shoes on. Still made a respectable dent though, especially when compared to the one from last time when I'd had the washer set to 'hot' and got covered in what felt like ice water.
There was kind of a low grinding noise while it went through the spin cycle. I think I needed to either stop combining washing clothes and showering or buy a more dent-resistant washing maching. Fuck it. I'd just get one of those instant hot water tanks and attach it to the shower. Problem solved. Well, hot water solved… What about the cold? What the fuck do I know about plumbing?
Anyway, I was a little sore, less the 'good' soreness from a run and more the 'don't fucking touch me' kind of soreness from when I had cramps. That took about a week to go away. During that time, I got a few good workouts in with some assholes running sweatshops. They were so funny. I just kept beating them into the ground and they still couldn't accept that it was a girl that was doing it. One of them suggested, in the middle of getting his ass kicked, that I must be a boy dressed as a girl. I kicked him in the balls so hard that I think he'll end up going through puberty again. I mean, everyone out there should be proud of what they are. I've fought with some heroes that did cross dress and even one who said they were transgendered. I use' they' because I was never sure when to use 'he' or 'she' with them. They were an incredible person though. It's a pity that one of the thugs ran a knife through them in the big warehouse fight. Shjt, that's awkward to say. But I'm a girl for fuck's sake! It's even in my name, Hit GIRL! And girls can kick the shit out of you just as well as guys!
So, yes, I was a girl. Or woman, but since 'girl' is part of my name and I'm not even twenty yet, I'll go with girl. I thought of the line by Michelle from American Pie "Can we screw soon? I'm feeling kind of antsy." I was feeling plenty antsy. The door to sex had been opened and god damn it, I wanted to go through it again! And again, and again, and again, and again… Oh my god I was obsessed. I wanted to be fucked!
I'd watched some more porn, this time being a little more choosy about what I chose. Power play looked fun. Not whips, I wasn't Cat Woman for fuck's sake. But maybe handcuffs. I was a little surprised when I couldn't decide whether Dave should be wearing them or I should. We'd have to try both. I studied blow job techniques. It made me so wet just thinking about Dave squirming from pleasure when I sucked him that I didn't find it degrading at all. I might even try swallowing. Dave had taught me that sex was supposed to be fun and that opened me up to considering a lot of the things that people do. Not anal though. I could understand the girl getting past the pain to reach pleasure, but, sorry, it still just seemed gross. And if the guy got off on your pain? Well, then I'd shove something up his ass and it would probably have a blade attached to it.
So… hmm. Handcuffs definitely. Maybe dressing up? I still had my skirt from my old Hit Girl costume and when I tried it on again, it only covered about half of my butt. And yes, if you do the math, that meant it only covered about half of the front too. Very sexy. Heck, I even had the knee socks from D'Amico's destruction. I could pull off Catholic Schoolgirl or Cheerleader no problem. And I know he'd love seeing how flexible I am.
Candles… Soft music…. Massage oil… Slow kisses… I wasn't sure how to feel about those. I wasn't ready to say 'I love you' to him and I know he wasn't ready to say it to me. I didn't even know if I felt that way. I liked him a lot. I decided that I'd have to go with the flow. I'd follow what I was feeling and not worry too much about the ramifications after. And, as is standard for life, once you make a decision like that, life challenges you to keep it.
I'd talked to Dave several times during the week. We'd kind of danced around talking about sex, both of us expressing that we didn't regret anything but not going so far as to suggest that we do it again. And over the last three days, Dave had been increasingly cautions in how he spoke to me and strangely obsessive about what my plans were. I figured he was trying to avoid me and since I also knew he needed to work out, I went to two movies on Friday afternoon and made sure he knew the safe house would be empty. The son of a bitch jumped on the news like a drunken college guy does on a sorority girl.
When I got home and unlocked the door, it was strangely dim and colorful inside. I peered around the door and found that someone, presumably Dave, had taped different colors of plastic over the lights. It was amazing. Different shades of blue and red combined into this incredible world of purple hues. There was a table with two electric candles on it and a note. Admittedly, electric candles were a bit outside of the romantic mood but not burning the hide out down did qualify as caring to me.
"I'm sorry about last week. Dinner and I will be here at 7PM. There is a present for you in the bedroom. With love, Dave."
Holy Shit! Love? Fuck! I really wanted to panic, but tried to hold onto the fact that he hadn't actually said the three magic words in the perfect order. He hadn't said "I love you." And sorry? What in the fuck was he sorry for? I stood there filled with indecision until a word other then love or sorry finally made its way into my brain. Present? I re-read the note. There it was again. Present!
I raced to the bedroom and found a beautiful black dress laid out on the bed. Not an old woman dress, nothing sophisticated. Young. Youthful. Cute. Sexy. Chic. I had absolutely no fucking idea what 'chic' meant but I was pretty damn sure this was it. I checked the tag.
7!? He'd bought a fucking size 7?! I mean, sure I had muscles, but I was still thin. Not so much from dieting as from the constant working out. Still, it was really gorgeous and it might hang well. I decided to try it on anyway. Maybe it would still look OK on me, and seriously, he was a guy. What the fuck did he know about girls and sizes?
I slid off my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. As I went to put them in the hamper, I noticed my bra and panties in the mirror. I mean, they weren't plain cotton, but they were still pretty much basic everyday underwear. I slid them off too and opened my dresser drawer. I considered my favorite purple lingerie, but then chose white silk and lace. I still wasn't sure what 'sorry' meant, but if Dave got to see them, they'd pick up all of the color from the lights and make me look amazing. I chose a nearly pure lace bra that more held my boobs on a shelf then covered them and panties that you could barely tell were there. The thought of his reaction actually made me feel a bit damp. Feeling particularly girly, I even spritzed a bit of perfume between my breasts and with a giggle, onto the wispy front of my panties. The perfume was a new one that I'd tried recently and had more of a musky scent than the little girl scents I used to choose. As I started to get a little warmer, the smell kind of filled the room.
I slid the dress on and with a bit of chagrin, had to admit it was a perfect fit. After a brief flash of annoyance, I remembered that the fancier fashion stuff was sized as if you were supposed to be a twig. Since I was not a twig and was indeed properly girl shaped, I guess I'd have to accept that size is just a number. I finished up with a simple hairdo (I don't really know how to do anything fancy) and light makeup. Then, feeling naughty, I hid a few of the things I'd picked up that afternoon around the bedroom.
A hesitant knock on the door announced his arrival. I opened the door and through he came, dressed in a nice shirt, slacks, heck, even a tie. The son of a bitch was so nervous that his hands were shaking. He put down some bags on the kitchen counter and proceeded to make small talk while he unpacked dinner. I stammered and stuttered my way through the conversation while he laid out dinner and even opened a glass of wine. I couldn't figure out exactly what was going on here. Finally finding something to focus on, I asked him where he'd gotten the wine. He said it was from his house and was something that his mom and dad used to like. Suddenly, it was like the entire elven forest of butterflies from The Hobbit suddenly started flying around in my belly. Which as far as I'm concerned was the only good part about that movie. Based on the book, my ass!
All of his preparations done, he turned toward me. "Hey, we kind of did this backward last week."
My mouth was dry. "Umm, Dave? I'm pretty sure we didn't do anything from the back…" Mentally, I had to admit that it didn't sound like a bad idea though.
He coughed. "That's not what I meant. We just did things, umm, out of order? Let's go with that. We should have gotten to know each other better before we, umm…"
"Fucked?" I said, trying to avoid dissolving into giggles. He turned bright red. "Dave, we've known each other for years. I don't see how you buying me dinner would have changed what we did."
He looked away and I knew I'd said something wrong. "Look, I'm sorry I took advantage of you. I wanted to make it up to you, do things right…"
Bemusedly, I interrupted him. "I think you did things, well not things… You did ME, pretty damn well last time."
He stammered on. "I'm so sorry I… I mean, I did? I mean… What?"
"Dave? I had fun last week." Christ. Were all guy's egos so fucking fragile or was Dave just being a pussy?
"But we went so fast, I mean, your first time should have been special. And I should have been more gentle when I…"
"Dave?" I said, with an edge in my voice. "Shut the fuck up or you're going to ruin tonight. You took care of me. You made it amazing and special. You let me set the pace and I'm completely happy with how fast we went. And you were perfectly gentle. The only one that wasn't gentle was me. I pulled you in like that, remember? And well, even with that, it was still wonderful."
"But, you were being so distant on the phone and…"
I interrupted him with a kiss and a smile. "Dumb ass." I said. "I told you to shut up. I guess I'll have to shut you up." I kissed him again and kept going until he relaxed and kissed me back. Breathless I broke away. "I'm hungry. Let's eat and then we'll figure all this out, OK?" He started to speak and then, smiling at his joke, nodded like he was a mime.
We sat down and enjoyed the food. I don't really remember what it was. Just being around him made me hungry for other things. And that kiss had my nipples already poking into the lace of my bra. We finished eating and cleaned up. I thought about acting coy. Maybe seeing if he wanted to dance or something. But I didn't know much about slow dancing and, honestly, we both knew where this evening was going. Or, at least I did.
I pulled him away from the counter and pulled him close to me. I began raining kisses across his lips, his neck, even his finger tips. He was somewhat hesitant, like he wasn't sure what I wanted. I decided being subtle wasn't working so I guided his hand onto my breast while I continued to kiss him. Still not a lot of reaction. Shit! Guys can be so fucking clueless. So I grabbed his dick through is pants and started to rub it. Yep, that fixed it. After a groan, he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my ass. His fingers slid temptingly between my thighs as he lifted me up and began to kiss me properly. It even pulled my pussy lips open a bit and I could feel how wet I was getting. I could have cheered. I whispered in his ear. "Congratulations. You've stopped being a pussy so I guess you'll just have to enjoy mine."
He almost dropped me, but this time it was because of the shudder of desire that I actually felt go through him instead of the shock that I'd asked him for sex. His hands got stronger and pulled me against him. Not so little Dave was as hard as a tent pole and pushing against me. A grin split my face so wide that he actually stopped kissing me for a minute to look at it. My grin went wicked as I demanded that he put me down. I turned away from him and began to walk towards the bedroom. I gave him a few moments to feel doubt as to my intentions before I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. It slid to my feet with only a rustle of silk. I stopped and reached behind me. He'd caught up with me and I grasped his arms and wrapped them around me, putting his hands on my breasts. A slight groan told me all I needed to know.
"How does that feel Dave?" I said huskily. "Do you feel my nipples through the lace?" How hard they are? Touch them. Pinch them." He followed every instruction. "The lace is nice, but you want more, don't you?" At his non-articulate response, I thanked god that the bra I'd chosen had a front clasp and popped it open. Removing his hands for a minute, I let the bra fall and put his hands back onto my breasts, now bare. My nipples almost hurt they were so hard, and when he squeezed first my breasts and then pinched a nipple, I almost last my balance. Steadying myself, I grabbed one hand and guided it between my legs. "How does this feel Dave? Warm? Damp?" More sounds that didn't exactly resemble speech but definitely indicated affirmative. Then he finally took some initiative and pushing my panties down my hips, slid a finger in me. It just glided inside. I didn't even know I could get that wet. Now I was the one doing the moaning and the failing to produce intelligible speech.
He was still holding me from behind and hadn't been able to properly see me. I turned around and kissed him again, rubbing my hand at his cock and then pulling at his zipper. My hand slipped inside and roughly pushed his underwear out of the way until I could grab his dick. It was warm and smooth. The tip was leaking a bit. I squeezed it gently, then cupped his balls. "You have too many clothes on. Fix that." I let him go and continued to walk into the bedroom. "But bring your tie, OK?" A flurry of clothing sounds filled me ears and before I'd gone half a dozen steps, a very naked Dave picked me up and after tearing the comforter out of the way, tossed me onto the bed. We rolled around a bit, kissing and touching everything we could reach. Finally, I pulled the tie that he'd obediently brought with him out of his hands and wrapped it around his head. I tied a quick knot and he couldn't see a thing anymore. I pushed him onto his back as he felt around, desperate to touch me. Before he knew it, first one and then two scissory click announced that his hands had been cuffed above his head.
This pulled him out of the mood for a minute. "Umm, Mindy?" he managed.
"Ssshhh" I said, quietly in his ear. "You trust me, right?" At his emphatic nod, I was tempted to find out if he really trusted me by just leaving the room and seeing how long it took him to panic. But no, I wanted that dick. I began kissing up and down his body. I tried to keep them as random as I could but his lips, nipples, and the head of his cock got more than their fair share. Finally, I gripped his shaft and began pumping my hand up and down while I licked all around the head. The squirming was intense and the power of doing this too him almost made me head spin. Then, I pulled the head of his dick into my mouth and began to suck.
"Ahh! Mindy… Umm, Mindy, if you keep doing that I'm going to…" I reached up and pinched his lips together, then sucked hard, pumping him in and out of my mouth. He managed to stay quiet until his came, shooting hot jets into my mouth. A cry of 'YES" had escaped his lips just about the same time as he came. I just swallowed it all and then gently tongued him while he calmed down. If anyone asked me what sexy was, I'd have to describe this night to them.
My pussy ached to be touched, to be filled. I reached a hand down and began rubbing myself while I gave him a few minutes to recover. I guess he felt my arm motion. "Mindy? What are you doing?" he asked.
"Touching myself." I cooed at him. I swirled my finger inside me then put it at his lips. His tongue strained to lick my finder clean. I did this a few more times. "Can you taste how hot I am, Dave?" I asked. "How wet? How ready?" He moaned. "Do you wish you could see me touching myself?" I asked. The groan changed to a whimper. "Do you want to hear me cum?"
"Please!" He begged after a few moments of trying to speak. I leaned up against him, pushing one of my breasts against his side. I started rubbing myself in earnest and was just as turned on by Dave listening as by what I was doing. I kept him up to date. "One finger inside me… " My breathing was getting heavier. Two fingers. Fuck! It feels so good. Don't you wish you could feel it? I'm so wet. I thrashed around a bit and got my other hand on my clit. I rubbed circles and pushed my fingers inside. "I'm finger fucking myself and rubbing my clit now." This wonderful squishing noise started as I pushed my fingers in and out. "Do you hear that?" He wasn't talking anymore but his formerly flaccid cock was standing at strict attention and seemed to twitch with each little squelching noise. I got more frantic, and wasn't sure if I could get to orgasm. It was so close but I couldn't quite reach it. Then, after a deep breath, Dave whispered to me. "Cum for me, love!"
I don't know if it was the word 'love' or just him encouraging me, but I followed his instructions and came. Hard. After twitching and thrashing around, and a few nice aftershocks, I pulled myself together. I wanted some dick now. I got the outside of my pussy nice and slick and then climbed onto one of his legs. I began to stroke his cock again. I slid my pussy along his leg and let him feel the scratch of my hair as well as how hot and wet I was. No way was I shaving, ever. Trimming, sure, but I wasn't a baby and I certainly I wasn't going to look or feel like one. Thank goodness Dave agreed with me when we talked about it later. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and climbed on top of him. I hovered above him and after a minute of rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, I guided him into me.
Oh my god that felt better than a condom.
"Mindy? What about…" I could hear the mix of panic and desire in his voice.
"Relax. I got the shot and neither one of us is fucking anyone else. So just enjoy. I know I am." He gave in and began thrusting up into me as I bounced on his dick. In what felt like forever and no time at all, I came, echoing that same 'Yes' squeezed his dick for all I was worth. Breathless, I collapsed onto him.
"Please!" He said, straining at the cuffs. I want to touch you, feel you…"
At first, I wasn't even going to consider letting him loose but my legs were rubber and I wanted to feel him come inside me. So I reached up and unsnapped the cuffs. I'd lie back and pull him on top of me. Maybe I'd show him how much I could flex my legs so that he could really get inside. But he had other ideas. As soon as the second one was loose he grabbed onto me and flipped me onto my stomach. I didn't even have time to realize what had happened until I felt his dick poking me from behind. Just as he pushed into me, I said "No!" We both froze. Then I realized that he'd thrust into my pussy and not my ass. "Never mind!" I said. "Keep going!"
"But…" He said, hesitating.
"No buts. And I mean that literally. No Butt! Not in the butt! But this is wonderful. Keep going!" I kind of futilely flailed my heels at him until he laughed a little and started back up. He'd gone a little soft when we stopped, which oddly made me happy because it meant that the idea of doing something I didn't like turned him off. It didn't take long for him to get back to performance hardness though. Somehow, I'd never thought of doing it like this. It was so primal, so possessive…. But I'd automatically associated it with anal. I guess I still had a lot to learn.
He was gripping my hips and digging in his fingers. I loved it. I thrashed around and knocked him off balance a little. When he tried to right himself, his hand smacked my ass good. I jumped. This time I didn't give him time to panic at having possibly done something wrong by immediately shouting "Do that again!"
He hesitantly started spanking me but picked up speed and effort as I started to moan. I had no fucking clue why I liked this, but I did and I wasn't going to be ashamed. He slowed his fucking a bit to spank me better and I kicked my heels at him again. "Both!" I shouted at him. "Spanking and fucking!" I actually felt his dick twitch when I said it and he started pounding back in. But he didn't have much left in him and after his rhythm broke for a stroke or two, he pushed in as hard as he could and with one more sharp 'smack', he came. So did I but I felt every spurt of cum shoot inside of me even though I was spasming myself. We collapsed.
"What was that you said back when I was touching myself?" I asked.
"Cum for me?" He replied.
"Right after that." I said.
He pondered for a moment. Then he said hesitantly "Umm… Love?" He seemed braced for me to flip out.
"Yeah, that. Did you mean it?" I hesitated. "I mean, really mean it?" And not because of what we were doing?"
After a moment of thought, he replied. "Yes. I really meant it. And I'll say it properly. I lo.."
I stopped him with a laugh. "No! You can feel it all you want, but you're not saying it while your dick is still in me."
He started to pull out and I giggled. "Nice try. Stay! That feels too good. I want to feel you shrink. It kind of tickles." After a few minutes, he finally kind of slid out and then we snuggled together properly, my head pillowed on his shoulder. I got serious again. "Say it to me later. Take the time to create another special moment like tonight, and then tell me." I was surprised that my eyes were a little wet with tears. Well, what the fuck. Now all of me was wet.
"But Min…" he tried.
"Don't worry." I said. "What you want to say? Well, me too, all right?" I hugged him tight.
"Mindy…" he tried again.
"Sshhhh!" I said. "We have plenty of time. You haven't even seen my catholic schoolgirl outfit yet!"
He just started laughing and I joined him, my laughter mixed a little with tears of joy.