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The Fosters Fanfic: Sex and Guitars- Chp 2

BPOV

Callie climbed astride my lap, and I couldn't help but feel bad. I had to allow my thoughts to explain themselves before I beat myself with a stick. Here she was, risking her happiness over the next two years, in exchange for one night of living. I could understand, sympathize, but I couldn't feel empathy for her. I wouldn't try to put myself in her shoes. No one would like to start a pity party. I believed myself when I said I know everything I need to know about her. But right now, I'm only sure of one thing: Callie is the sexiest creature I've ever seen in my life.

She swirled her tongue around the shell of my ear, nibbling it gently with her teeth. Callie moved her mouth to my neck and bit down hard. I groaned, but I'm not sure if it was from pain or fucking shock. Despite her past, I'd grown accustomed to seeing Callie ... differently in my head. She was so gentle, fragile, kind of like a China doll. Ha! That's what I'll call her. My China Doll. That name fits what I see almost perfectly. The glowed porcelain skin of her face, large doe eyes staring back at you. A tiny nose and supple, almost child-like lips.

"Maybe we should wait."

Figured. Shit.

"Whatever you want, mi muñeca," I tried. I didn't want to call her doll; the mere idea made funny stuff go on in my head. You know, the kind of things that make you want to find a certain ass wipe and-

"Brandon?" Her voice wavered, and I realized that I'd upset her with my silence. "Not that I'm not into the whole pet name thing, but why am I named doll?"

I let out a throaty chuckle, and a sigh of relief. Leave it to Callie.

"Because you're my little porcelain doll. Something I treasure, and have to be careful not to break." I figured that that was the best way to explain.

I'd noticed the sexually charged atmosphere was starting to wear thin.

I took a strand of her hair; I'd have to elaborate on how beautiful it made her at a later time, and pushed it back against her ear.

"Not even the biggest diamond could ever compare to beauty I see in you. Every curve, every line of your perfect skin is a precious thing I'm blessed with everyday. I'd be damned if anything happened to you and I'd be fanned if I let it. You-"

I was stopped by a hand coming to cover my mouth, similar as I had done to her a few moments before. I then realized the truth of my words; her large doe eyes stared back at me.

"As much as I love hearing this, It's not helping my fight from combustion,"

...

"Oh," That surprised me.

"Wou-"

"Brandon," she said, but it was like she was trying to get my attention. Ridiculous, she already had it. Every time I see her face, I almost combust. Great. I sound like Mariana talking about 'officer fuck-hot' on the phone. Just great.

"Brandon," Callie spoke again.

"Hmm?"

"I love you and all, but- Look, Brandon, I can't have this be just a one time thing. If we do do what we wanted to do, what would become of us in the future? So, I think we should drag this out, a little farther."

"Whatever you want, mi muñeca," I told her. And it was true. I'd wait a century for her.

"You keep saying that," Callie observed."If I were to ask you for, a pony, wou-"

"I would buy you a thousand ponies if that made you happy."

"I love you, and I'm not just saying that because you said you'd buy me something." I laughed at that.

"I love you, too."

"So, I wanted to not...do...you know, that... tonight. At least not yet."

"Yes, dear." I said, and she laughed. But I had to ask..

"If you don't want to do, that, tonight, them what did you have in mind?"

I silently prayed she'd suggest something that included her staying in this room. There was no way in hell I would let her perky ass out that doorway.

"Well, Count Mippipopolous, if you'd be so kind to remove your boxers..." She purred, and it took me a while to realize she was referring to one of Hemingways' works.

"These boxers, Lady Ashley? Does your ladyship fancy my cock?" I immediately cringed at my forwardness. At least I stayed in character.

Callie squealed, either from me playing along or the mention of my dick. Whoa Brandon, I thought. Language!

"Of course, sir. What's not to fancy?" She paused in thought, cocking her head to the side.

"Oh, and did you hear? All the counts are sporting erections nowa days. And I know exactly how to help you out."

My eyes grew the size of dinner plates at what she was implying. She must've noticed, because..

"Close your eyes, they'll dry out."

I had to laugh at that, but my whole demeanor turned serious.

"Callie," I start, but I sorta don't want to finish,"You don't have to do that. This should be about you." That part was true. Every aspect of our relationship should be spent completely worshiping this extraordinary creature in front of me.

"Don't worry," she smiles. "I want to. And any...ding dong that could jizz without being touched obviously needs some attention."

The fact that she isn't comfortable with saying the word worried me.

"Whatever you want, mi muñeca."

She giggled, and brought her lips to mine, dragging a blazing finger up my chest. I smiled into her lips. Just like last time. Her finger made a zigzag pattern down my chest, and rested of the waistband of my boxers. Her rosy lips never left my skin. They kissed down my chest until I was laying back, again. I groaned, rather loudly, too. I had to remind myself to stay quiet, and Callie gave me the eye.

My obvious pleasure must've given Callie some magical balls, because she pulled my boxers down to my knees faster than, well, fast. My cock sprang free, curving up to meet the ceiling. Callie stroked one hand up and down my shaft, glazing some of the cum around it. This time it almost gave me an aneurysm.

"Callie, you don't-"

"I want to. You don't know what it's like to not have control. I want to feel that, Brandon. I want to feel liberated. So from now on, I'm doing whatever the hell I want."

And with that, she licked her cute little rosy lips, and smirked at me. She licked her tongue on the underside of my shaft, and swirled it around the tip.

As involuntary as the action was, I couldn't help but feel bad. She wants to be in control, and I can't control myself enough to let her be.

"Eager, are we?"

What can I say?

She took me full in her mouth, engorging the tip with the back of her throat.

Vixen.

She held her head down on me for three seconds, when I started to pull back. As good as it felt, I didn't want her to suffocate.

She complied, and a trail of mucus still connected my cock to her mouth. Fuck, don't cum, don't cum!

"You taste good. Like flowers and forests."

That's great, I think? She continued to run her hand up and down my erection, not breaking the line of cum. She started to make small, fast movements, and I let out a few generous spurs of cum, along with muffled groans. I hadn't noticed one got into her mouth until I heard her swallow. My eyes widened, again.

Callie frowned. "Tastes salty." But she smiled, and let out a huge yawn.

FSf$

Now, back to my thoughts. I couldn't help but think of Callies' brother, Jude. She was so kind to him, that poor kid. Except she really isn't mine. We'd have to discuss,that, what we were, later. Even though I had Talya, it just doesn't add up. It's like settling for a low pay job with a degree, but suddenly finding yourself with a hundred thousand dollar deal right in front of you. Callie being the 100k. Now, I guess I realize Talya was just a title, and Callie is what my heart wants. Talya is going to kill me.

Callie was currently resting her head again me, breathing deeply and evenly. It was about two thirty in the morning, and blow jobs were my new favorite thing, like...ever. She'd barely even touched me. I didn't want t think about what's going to happen, because I don't know. But for now, there is no fucking way I'm letting her sleep alone again.

¡Hola! Second chapter is finished. Woo Hoo! Did you guys like Brandon this time? He was a little OC, and I had to change the rating to M. This chapter is a little shorter; i didn't want to write too much before the summer finale. Let me know what you guys think about my attempt at smuttery (lemons) and if you like, you'll see chapter three, but AFTER the show tonight! Let me know what you think in the comments, and you guys might see chapter three in the near future! I'm still thinking of doing another different one after the summer finale, so let me know what you think!

The Ernest Hemingway book I was referring to is called "The Sun Also Rises,". I thought I'd play with some more characters...

Oh, and thanks so much to all of you that have Followed and/or Favorited Sex and Guitars! Also, thanks for all the comments and readers!

So, should I continue? I had a few more ideas... Anyways, Happy Fostering! ¡Adiós!

-Ash