Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: I cut some of the smut again, but I am starting to wonder if it is really necessary. Does anyone reading this, know what is accepted and what isn't? If so, please send me a message! I would very much appreciate it.
And I would appreciate some more reviews, too!
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After a few days, Tom noticed that Emma was doing her best to avoid him. In fact, she appeared to be going to great lengths to do so! It was annoying the hell out of him, but there was little he could do to change that. He would just have to be patient for a while, he thought. Eventually, she would talk to him again, he was pretty certain of that.
However, after more than a month had gone by and Emma was still staying out of his way, he decided it was time for more drastic action. He realized the girl was not like others and required special treatment.
He was going to make sure she would get it.
So one day, after classes were done for the day, he stayed behind in Potions class to help Slughorn sort out ingredients.
After they had been working for a little while, he started up the conversation.
"Professor, you know this Ravenclaw girl, Emma Johnson?"
"Emma? Why, yes, of course I do, Tom! Great student. Well, most of the time, anyway. She has some strange ideas that mess up her grades every now and then. But if it wasn't for that, she'd be an excellent student!"
He gave Tom a curious look. "Pretty girl too, I'd say. Wouldn't you, Tom?"
Tom smiled. Clearly, Slughorn wondered if he had a romantic interest in her. And that was just fine, it would tie in perfectly with his plan. "Yes, she certainly is," he replied. "Prettiest girl at Hogwarts, I would say."
Slughorn beamed at him. "You like her, don't you Tom?"
"Yes, sir, I do," he said. "But I don't know very much about her, and I wondered if you could help me out a bit with that."
"Oh, but of course, Tom! Anything at all. What would you like to know?"
"You said she has some strange ideas. What sort of ideas are they?"
Slughorn smiled. "Well, a while ago, she seemed to think it would be possible to make some kind of 'Awareness Potion'."
"A what?" said Tom, pretending this was news to him.
Slughorn started laughing. "Yes, yes, that was pretty silly. But her latest idea was even worse! For our last project, she actually attempted to make a 'Rejuvenation Potion'!"
Tom raised his eyebrows. Now this really was news to him.
Slughorn laughed. "Such a silly girl. I tried to explain to her that the Rejuvenation Potion is a legend. It does not exist, nor would it ever be possible to construct a potion like that. Naturally, people fantasize over such a thing all the time, as it would be extremely useful and popular. And that's just what she's doing, I'm afraid. Fantasizing! Although what a young girl such as her, would want with a Rejuvenation Potion, I don't know."
Tom grinned. "Do you still have her paper on that, Professor?" he asked.
"No," said Slughorn. "I graded it and gave it back to her. Unfortunately, I couldn't really give her a very high grade for it."
"Hmm," said Tom. "Maybe I should talk to her. I could offer to help her with her next project."
Slughorn burst out laughing. "Oh, Tom," he said. "I'm sure you would sacrifice your precious time to help a young lady in need, wouldn't you?"
Tom was smiling now too. "I certainly would, Professor."
Slughorn's enormous belly was shaking. "Ahhh, young love," he said. "Such a wonderful thing." Then he winked at Tom and said, "Well, good luck, Tom. I doubt you'll have much of a problem, charming young man such as yourself…" And he gave him a jovial slap on the back.
When Tom walked back to his common room later, he was pretty positive he had been successful in securing an ally in Professor Slughorn, and that it wouldn't be long before he could start pursuing the Mudblood again. And this time, he would make sure that nothing would go wrong!
It was time for the next step. He would enlist the help of her best friend.
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So the next day, Tom approached Jarinda. "Hey there," he began. "Jarinda, is it?"
Jarinda immediately blushed scarlet. He smiled. Good, he thought, at least she had a 'normal' reaction to him.
"Why, Jarinda," he said, giving her an irresistible smile. "You're friends with Emma Johnson, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"Has she ever talked to you about me?"
"Er…n…not a lot, actually."
Tom stared into her eyes. Damn, he thought to himself, after performing Legilimency on her. She hadn't even told her best friend about him! She really was something else!
He pulled her by her arm, gently, to a little more secluded spot. "Listen," he said. "I really need to talk to her. I'm not sure why, but she appears to be avoiding me."
He smiled at her, and absent-mindedly started rubbing her arm. "You know, Jarinda, I can tell you are a good person. Naturally, you would want the best for your friend, wouldn't you?"
Jarinda stared at him. She nodded. Yes, of course she did!
"But you see, Jarinda, I think your friend Emma is making a mistake. And she doesn't seem to realize it! Think about it. Think about her, think about me. Don't you think we belong together?"
Jarinda looked at him in confusion. She thought about her friend, and the very few things she had ever said about Tom, none of them very flattering. "B…but Tom, I'm not sure she really likes you all that much!" she stammered.
Tom beamed at her, and started whispering. "Ah, but if she didn't, why would she have done with me what she did?"
Jarinda's eyes opened wide. "You mean…what…you didn't…" she stammered.
He bent his head down a little. "Yes, we certainly did," he whispered softly. "And she loved it, too! So you see, she clearly does like me. She just needs someone to help her understand that. She's probably just a little confused. I mean…I was her first, after all!"
Jarinda seemed too shocked to reply.
Tom grabbed both her arms and moved close to her. Her stared into her eyes. Then, in a conspiratorially voice, he said, "Help me with this, Jarinda, Please. All I need is a little time alone with her. I'm sure you'd be able to convince her to give me that chance. Will you?"
Jarinda nodded slowly.
"Thank you, sweetie," he said. "I'm counting on you!" He let his hand brush through her hair for a moment, and then he was off.
Jarinda was still staring after him, even though he was long gone. 'Wow,' she couldn't help thinking. Wow…what she wouldn't give to be in Emma's place at the moment!
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"Emma!" Jarinda called out loud, when she got back to her common room. "Emma! Where are you?"
"I'm here, Jarinda. Calm down! What's wrong with you?"
Jarinda gave her friend an angry stare. "No, Emma, what's wrong with you!"
Emma looked puzzled. "What are you talking about? What did I do?"
Jarinda stared at her for a moment, then she pulled her to her dormitory, where she promptly rounded on her. "You never told me you had sex with him!"
"What?" said Emma. "I never told you I had sex with…who?"
"Tom Riddle!" Jarinda said, glaring at her.
"But…how do you…know?" Emma whispered.
"So it's true, isn't it?"
Emma didn't say anything, just stared at her.
"Jeez, Emma! I thought you were my friend! Why did you never tell me that?"
"Why, it's kind of…personal," uttered Emma, puzzled and confused.
Jarinda was staring at her as if she belonged on a different planet. Then she lashed out at her. "You know what, Emma? You're the most conceited, self-absorbed, thickest and stupidest girl I know! How could you?"
"Well, I, er…I didn't know it was a crime! And why do you care so much? And how did you find out?"
Jarinda bit her bottom lip. "Well it should be a crime! You don't know how lucky you are! Any other girl would have thanked the stars for such a gorgeous, charming, caring boy like him. You're throwing away the chance of a lifetime here, Emma! You'll never get anyone like him again. And if he's not good enough for you, who will be?"
Emma couldn't do anything but stare at her friend, who, she thought, had clearly gone nuts.
"Why won't you talk to him, Emma?" Jarinda said, finally.
Emma shrugged. "He…wasn't that nice to me," she said. She realized it sounded pretty feeble, but she didn't really want to give her friend the full details.
Jarinda frowned. "He wasn't that nice to you? What are you talking about? I thought you liked what he did to you!"
Emma nodded. "Yeah, I did. I did! But…he wasn't so nice…afterwards."
"What do you mean, Emma?"
Emma shrugged.
"You know what I think, Emma? I think you're full of yourself! It's about time you get off your high horse! You're looking for perfection? Well, let me tell you. It doesn't exist! Nobody is perfect, but Tom Riddle is about as close as you can get. What more do you want? Just because he may not have treated you exactly like the princess you think you are, you don't even want to talk to him anymore? You won't even give him a second chance?"
Emma just stood there, speechless.
"Think about it, Emma," Jarinda said. "Think about what you're throwing away! Maybe you'll finally realize you should be on your knees thanking the stars for a boy like him. You know what? You really don't even deserve him!"
And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Emma sank onto her bed. She was confused. Was Jarinda right? Was she expecting too much? Did he deserve another chance? She sighed as she put her arms behind her head. It was true, she did have a good time with him. In fact, whenever she had been with him, she had had a good time! But there was something…something about him that just didn't seem right. Something that scared her, the way he looked at her sometimes. She didn't see any love in his eyes when he looked at her, sometimes it was almost like what she saw there was…more like…hate! She shook her head. But that didn't make any sense, did it? Why would he hate her? She had never done anything bad to him, did she? There is no way he could possibly hate her! That had to be her imagination! Maybe Jarinda was right, maybe she was going crazy. Maybe he did deserve a second chance.
She sighed. But she really didn't know him that well. She had never even talked to him before this year! Maybe she should find out what kind of person he was, first. Do a little research… but how on earth would she go about doing that?
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The next day, during Potions class, Emma noticed Professor Slughorn observing her a little more than usual. Every now and then she would catch him looking at her with curiosity. It was making her uncomfortable. Had she done something wrong?
At the end of the class he came up to her and asked her to stay behind for a few minutes.
"Emma," he began when everyone else had left. "For our next project, I would really like you to do well. You've had a few bad grades this year, and I wondered…" he paused for a moment. "You know Tom Riddle, don't you, Emma?"
Emma blushed this time, which was immediately noticed and picked up on by Slughorn, who gave her a broad smile. "Emma…I believe you do know him, don't you?"
Emma nodded.
"In fact," said Slughorn softly. "You…like him, don't you?"
Emma blushed some more now, but Slughorn just smiled at her.
"Don't worry, Emma," he said jovially. Then he moved a little closer to her and lowered his voice. "I happen to know that he likes you too!"
Emma's head shot up. "What?" she said. "How do you…what?"
He laughed. "Emma," he whispered. "I am head of his house! I have known Tom for almost 7 years now. He's a very special boy!"
"He is?" said Emma.
"Oh yes," said Slughorn. "He's a great kid! Hard working, unusually bright. Reliable, trustworthy…loyal. He's my star pupil!"
"Is he really?" said Emma. "I mean…all that?"
"Absolutely!" said Slughorn. "I can vouch for him! Never caused me any problems, that boy. Never caused anybody any problems, in fact. Brightest student Hogwarts has ever seen!"
Emma stared at him with obvious interest.
"He'll go far, Emma, mark my words," said Slughorn. And then, in a hushed tone, he added, "You couldn't possibly get yourself a better boyfriend, girl. Seriously!"
Emma bit her lip. Maybe he was right. Maybe Jarinda was right. Surely, they couldn't all be wrong?
"Anyway, Emma," Slughorn continued. "If you need any help at all thinking up something for your next Potions project, I am sure young Tom would be more than willing to help you." He winked at her. "And you couldn't ask for better help, really."
"Thank you, Professor," said Emma softly. "I'll think about it."
"You do that," said Slughorn. "Now you better hurry along, my dear, or you'll be late for your next subject!"
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A few days later, as Emma and Jarinda were walking back to Ravenclaw tower after the last of their classes for the day, Tom suddenly seemed to materialize out of nothing in front of them.
"Hey girls," he said sweetly.
"Hey Tom!" Jarinda said, beaming. Tom briefly acknowledged her, but his eyes were fixed on Emma. Finally, she looked up and gave him a vague smile. "Hey Tom," she said softly. He smiled, and threw a look at Jarinda, who understood and hurried along, leaving the two behind by themselves.
"Listen, Emma," Tom began immediately. "I know you have been avoiding me. I am not going to pretend I understand why, because I don't. But that does not matter, I wanted to talk to you about something. I heard from Professor Slughorn that you got yourself another bad Potions grade. You tried to make a…Rejuvenation Potion?" He smiled at her.
"Yes, that's right," she said, looking slightly puzzled.
He put a hand on her arm. "How about you let me take a look at that? Maybe we can…experiment a bit more, like we did before?"
She looked at him suspiciously.
"I won't push you for anything," he added, quickly. "I promise! We shall do potions only."
She stared at him. Should she believe him? Professor Slughorn seemed to think he was trustworthy… She smiled. "Alright then!" she said.
"Great," said Tom. "Why don't you bring me your report tonight at dinner time? I shall take a look at it and let you know what I think. Alright?"
"Alright," said Emma.
"Great. Then I'll see you later," he said. And with a wink, he disappeared.
Emma felt great as she was walking back to Ravenclaw tower. She had a ticklish feeling in her stomach that didn't seem to want to quit. She had almost forgotten how good-looking and charming he was! And the memory of what they had done together, before, was making her feel all warm inside. Yes, maybe he did deserve another chance.
That evening she handed Tom her report, and for a few days she didn't hear from him. But then he finally approached her and said he wanted to work on it with her that Friday night, since that way they wouldn't have to worry about homework that was due the next day. He told her he wanted to take her to his potions lab, but promised that she would be perfectly safe. She agreed.
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As Tom was walking towards Ravenclaw Tower that night, he was thinking about Emma's report. He had expected it to be a disaster, and originally it certainly had seemed that way. But the more he read about it, the more it seemed like it wasn't as impossible as everyone made it out to be. Emma had made some good points in her report, and he didn't understand how Slughorn hadn't picked up on that.
Of course, there had still been huge gaps in her logic, but somehow, it didn't seem like they were completely impossible to overcome. He had been doing some research himself, picked up a few books. If the Rejuvenation Potion was a legend, it certainly was a popular one. Many great wizards had had something to say about it, and their thoughts on how to go about brewing such a potion varied greatly. However, there appeared to be a recurring theme, something that kept coming back up, in each wizard's 'view' on the subject. The numbers three and seven. It seemed that if the Potion was to be real, it had to somehow be brewed with the powers of three and seven in mind.
And that was one of the major gaps missing in Emma's report, she hadn't accounted for that. Now the question was, if they kept those in mind and made allowances for them, would they be able to somehow do the impossible? He shrugged. Only time would tell.
He was there. He checked the time, one minute early. And sure enough, a minute later Emma turned up.
They didn't speak much on the way to his lab, but once they got there, he explained to her what he had found out. She was highly excited. Heck, she was practically jumping up and down! At first they spent some time discussing the changes that had to be made to her formula, but once they knew what had to be done, they set to work. They worked off of her paper on which they had made notes as to what needed to be changed in order for all the agreed modifications to be incorporated.
"Alright," Tom said eventually. "We seem to be done." But he didn't look particularly happy.
"What's the matter?" said Emma.
"I don't know," said Tom. "I have a feeling we are missing something."
Emma stared into the Cauldron. "Hm," she said. "It seems fine to me. Why don't we try it out?"
"Alright," he said, as he used his wand to summon a large mouse in a cage that was placed in a corner of the room.
He caught the mouse in his hands and they administered a small amount of the potion to it. Then they placed the mouse back in its cage and waited to see what would happen.
About ten minutes later, the mouse started acting a little unusual. It almost seemed like it was trying to scream! There were some good signs, though, its body appeared to be shrinking, and it seemed to be losing its hair, turning a pinkish color. But it seemed far from happy while the changes were taking place! Then suddenly, the mouse keeled over. It seemed to have stopped halfway through its transformation, the front of its body much smaller than its back, and patches of hair still appearing on pink skin.
Tom walked over to the cage and picked up the mouse. "It's dead," he stated, with a disappointed look, throwing it in a corner.
Emma gasped, and stared after the mouse for a moment. "Well, I…I guess that's a…a bit of an unacceptable side-effect, isn't it?"
"Yes, just a little," Tom scoffed, and sank down on a small stool near one of the walls. He closed his eyes.
Emma was now staring at the cauldron. She picked up her report, which had fallen on the floor, and stared back and forth from the report to the cauldron. Eventually she walked forward towards it, got her wand out, waved it and muttered "Evanesco." The potion disappeared.
Next, she poured water from her wand into the cauldron and started adding other ingredients.
"What are you doing?" said Tom.
"I'm reversing the process," she said.
Tom didn't say anything. It seemed to him she was desperate. Why would that make a difference? He sat and pondered on it for a little while. He was missing something, he thought. But he just couldn't figure out what it was…
Emma was still tirelessly plodding along. But as she waved her wand over the potion, she suddenly felt a hand closing over her wand hand, and another resting gently on her waist. She could feel his breath in her neck, as he whispered, "Evanesco," while waving her wand for her. The potion disappeared.
She gasped.
"It's not going to work that way, sweetheart," he whispered soothingly. He let go of her and sat back down. She went to sit next to him. No one said anything as they both looked lost and disheartened.
After a little while, Tom suggested they go back, and Emma nodded, still looking somewhat saddened. She had trouble hiding her disappointment. They both got up.
"Ladies first," Tom smiled as he held the door open for her.
"Thank you," she whispered, and walked through it.
As they were walking through the passageway, Tom was debating with himself. If his theory was correct, she would turn around any minute now. He was pretty sure that was what she was going to do. She liked to take the initiative, be in charge. And he would let her. Just for today, of course. He grinned softly. And then, soon, he would get his chance. He would show her who was really in charge! And she would regret the day she even so much as attempted to control him.
They'd almost reached the entrance to the passageway, and he was starting to doubt himself. She hadn't turned around yet! Was he mistaken, after all? Maybe he should just give up now, and just take her and do what he wanted to do? He could always obliviate her afterwards, so he wouldn't get into trouble… He gritted his teeth. No, he wanted her to remember! He wanted her to remember everything, his revenge would be so much sweeter that way! But the stupid bitch just kept on walking…
His hand had started closing over his wand when she suddenly stopped and turned around. He quickly removed his hand from his wand, and grinned inwardly. He was right…as usual. He pretended not to notice that she had turned around, and almost crashed into her, at the last minute stopping himself by holding on to the wall.
"Whoa," he said. "What's up, sweetie?"
She stared at him intently. One of her hands reached out for his hand on the wall, and slowly crept up his arm in a very sensual manner, as she looked at him seductively. "Tom," she breathed.
He stared back at her. He decided not to read her mind, as he knew what she was thinking anyway. She licked her lips. "Tom?" she whispered again, in the sexiest voice. Her breathing was getting shallower.
He bit his bottom lip. He liked it, she was turning him on. He was getting hard already! "Yes, princess?" he whispered, as he felt the excitement pound through his veins. He let her come close to him. Real close.
She swallowed, and closed her eyes briefly. Her hand was still stroking his arm, but she looked like she was doing it absent-mindedly. She opened her eyes and stared at him again, her lips slightly parted. "Tom, oh Tom!" she breathed. "You know the potion is a power of three and seven. What if…what if we only reverse the middle three ingredients, and keep the remainder of the seven as they are?"
He stared at her now, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The potion? This was about the potion? But he blinked and quickly absorbed what she had just said. Reversing the middle three…so the power of seven would be left intact. And the three too, only reversed… But that meant the sixth ingredient could then no longer interact with the fifth, causing the potion to disintegrate and making it lethal…
They both stared at each other for a second, after which he took her hand and rushed her back to his potions lab. Feverishly, they once again began working. After a while, it was done. It wasn't quite right yet, but they knew they were on the right track, it just needed a little more tweaking.
Eventually, it seemed they were ready to test it. Tom conjured up another large mouse, and they let a drop of the potion drip into its mouth. Then he put that mouse in the cage. "Now we wait," he said, and they both took a seat, neither of them speaking, both staring at the mouse in its cage.
After about ten minutes of staring, something finally happened. The mouse gave a squeak, and appeared to be shrinking. Tom and Emma both got up and walked towards the cage. It was changing color. Pink! It was turning pink! Its legs shrunk. It had turned into a baby mouse! And it seemed to be fine, it was showing no signs of any health problems. The potion had worked!
Emma and Tom looked at each other, beaming. Emma practically threw herself in Tom's arms. "We did it! Tom, we did it! We made a Rejuvenation Potion!"
Tom chuckled as he caught her neatly in his arms and hugged her tight. Yes, he did it, he thought to himself. And now, soon, he would finally be rewarded for his patience!
The next moment, Emma took a small step back from him. She stared at him, still beaming. "Make love to me, Tom," she breathed.
He looked at her, shocked. 'What?' he thought to himself. Make love to her? Her choice of words disgusted him. He wasn't going to make love to her, he was going to fuck her! But he had to be good. Just once, he told himself. After today, everything would be different. Everything would be the way he wanted it to be! He would just have to put up with her silly girlish expectations for one day only. It would be well worth it!
So he just smiled at her, took her in his arms and kissed her. He would control himself, he thought. For today, he would be kind and considerate, just the way she wanted him to be!
He took out his wand and mumbled something, and the next moment, a bed appeared in the middle of the room. With another wave her clothes were gone. His own were next. Then he swept her up in his arms and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. He grinned. He moved in beside her.
Then he kissed her. Soft, at first, but evolving into a harder, more urgent, hungry kiss. His hands moved over her body, touching, feeling every curve and every corner. Then he slowly withdrew his tongue from her mouth, and let it run over her lips. He bit her lips, soft, trailing his teeth over them, eliciting a little moan from her. He looked up into her eyes. They were half-closed and dreamy. He chuckled. There was no doubt he knew what girls liked, he just wasn't often prepared to just give it to them. However…today, he would.
He moved downwards, squeezing his legs in between hers, spreading them apart. He kissed her chin and licked his way towards her breasts, squeezing them gently, before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, which hardened right away. He felt her take a sharp intake of breath as he did so, and she arched her back. He chuckled softly. He felt like biting hard! But he controlled himself. He bit, but did so soft and gentle. She moaned. Then he licked around the nipple, and moved over to the other side, giving it a similar treatment. She shivered.
Then he moved even further down, reaching her bellybutton as his hands were reaching the top of her legs. He kissed her bellybutton, then gently touched her further down. She shrieked and stiffened, moaning louder now. He laughed softly. So predictable…
After a little while, Tom felt Emma's muscles tense up, almost as if she was fighting the feeling that was now imminent. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips had opened slightly. She was panting. One hand was by her head, whereas the other was clenched into the sheets, grasping them as if her life depended on it. She was wriggling like a worm underneath his touch.
She let out a little shriek as her eyes flew open. "Oh…oh, Tom, that feels so…so good!" she cried out.
He chuckled. The hand by her face now came away from there and tangled itself into the sheets too. Her body tensed up to its maximum, her eyes went wider and her breathing stopped. Her hips came off the bed as her head moved backwards. 'Done!' he thought, just as she gave a loud moan and yelled out his name.
Then he let go of her, and moved up towards her face. "How was that, sweetie?" he said in a sugary-sweet voice.
"Great!" she breathed. "That was…really, really great, Tom!"
He smiled at her, and was just about to suggest she'd take care of him next, when she started talking again.
"Tom?" she said softly, giving him an admiring look.
He waited patiently for her to continue.
"Tom," she said again, as she rolled on her side to face him properly. Her hand started stroking his arm. "Could you…" she sighed as she smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Could you…possibly…do that again?" She giggled now. "Please?"
He raised his eyebrows. "What, you want more?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes please, Tom!"
He stared at her. She definitely had some nerve, he thought. He was just about to let her know what he thought of that, when he remembered he was supposed to be nice to her. So he smiled. "Alright then," he said. But as he moved back to his previous position, he was adding something else to his list of things she would have to be punished for.
When she reached her second orgasm – which was, thankfully, even faster than the first – he couldn't believe his ears when she started crying out, "More! More, Tom, more!"
Talk about demanding, he thought. He was starting to get really pissed! He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to put up with that. So after the third, he quickly moved up to her face, and before she could say another word, he said, "I do believe it is my turn now, sweetheart…"
She gave him a guilty smile. "Oh," she said sweetly. "Of…of course Tom! I…I got a little carried away. What would you like me to do?"
He grinned at her. "Well," he said. "I guess I could suggest something, but I do not want you to run out on me again. So how about you use your imagination?"
She giggled. "Alright then," she said. "But I'm…I'm not really used to this…"
"You'll be fine," he said, as he lay down on his back.
She moved over him and started kissing his chest, while running her nails over his body. "How's…how's that?" she asked him.
"Great," he said. "Keep going…just make sure you're going downwards from there."
She did. She moved downwards to his bellybutton, while her hand slowly moved towards his cock. She was hesitating, like she was scared of it.
He pushed himself up on his elbows. "Go on," he whispered in her ear. "Touch it. It won't bite!"
She let out a pathetic little giggle, but then he felt her touch. He lay back. Finally, he thought, as he closed his eyes, enjoying her touching him. But after a few moments, he was starting to get annoyed. Oh freaking hell, he thought to himself. She was being way too careful! Did this girl know absolutely nothing?
"It's not going to break," he sighed, exasperated, as he moved up to his elbows again. "Hold it. Properly!"
She obliged.
"Now move a little faster. And harder!"
She increased her grip slightly, but nowhere near enough. So he moved his hand over hers and showed her what to do. "That's it," he said finally, letting go of her hand. "Much better!"
She swallowed. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but he couldn't care less. She had her fun, now it was his turn. "Now, use your mouth, sweetie," he whispered.
She gasped. "W…what?" she stammered.
"Use your mouth," he said. As she was hesitating, he quickly thought to add, "Please?"
He could hear her swallow. Then she moved slowly towards him and gave him a careful lick. He laughed softly at her feeble attempt. "A little more than that," he whispered. "Take it in your mouth, baby! Go on!"
She took a deep breath. Then, while holding him, she started licking and kissing. He gasped. Now that was more like it, he thought. She felt his reaction, and became a little more adventurous.
"Yes, yes, sweetie, much better!" he breathed.
She giggled, and as she did so, he felt her hot breath blowing over him. He shivered with delight, and groaned softly.
She was gripping him a little tighter now, and started moving the way he had showed her earlier.
"Ahhhh, keep going baby! Don't stop now," he hissed.
She kept going, and he was twitching under her touch. "Keep it up, I'm almost there," he whispered.
Then with a shock, she stopped, and he felt her mouth leave him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said. "Don't stop!"
She moved her hand towards her mouth, then turned around to face him. "Tom," she whispered. "I…I can't!"
"What do you mean, you can't, you were doing just fine!" he complained.
She was now face to face with him. "But…but I…I don't want that stuff in my mouth!"
"What?" he hissed, outraged. He was about to tell her that that was too bad, and she better continue or else. But he managed to control himself. Just.
"Alright then," he said, as he forced himself to smile at her. "No problem, sweetie."
He threw her on her back, lifted her legs and entered her quickly. He reached his orgasm a few minutes later. And as he was lying there panting, catching his breath on top of her, he was soothing himself by imagining her face a day later, and how she was going to regret her refusal to finish him off. 'Just a little longer,' he kept telling himself.