JACKSON
There's a knock at the door, but when I open my eyes, the windows are dark. Has the sun not come up yet? Is she really this damn early again?
I sit up and rub my eyes, totally disoriented, still half inside the dream I just left. When I squint at the clock on my nightstand, it reads just past 1am. What the hell is going on?
I get out of bed and look down, noticing the tent I've made of my boxers.
"Jesus Christ," I say, then pause in the middle of the room. Grabbing the first thing I see, I take April's red notebook and hold it in front of my crotch, thoughts still very cloudy.
The knock comes again.
"Coming," I grunt, and finally reach the door to open it.
When the door swings inward, April is standing there looking frazzled. She's wearing a long, ivory nightgown and barn boots - also, this is the first time I've ever seen her hair down.
"Uh, hey," I say, caught off guard by the dreams I'm still thinking about. The state of her hair isn't helping - I've never seen it this wild and unkempt.
She gasps. "You have it," she says, eyes downcast to where I'm holding the red notebook.
"Oh," I say. "Yeah. You left it here earlier."
"I thought so," she says. "I woke up and wanted to write, then noticed it was gone. May I have it back, please?"
I purse my lips, knowing what's hidden behind this stupid notebook. But I can't keep it, that'll look even more suspicious. I have no choice but to hand it over.
"Yeah," I say, then move to set it in her hands.
She gives me a curt smile and glances to where it had just been, and if I'm not mistaken, her forehead crinkles and a concerned look makes its way to her face as she stares at my evident bulge.
"Christ," I say, and attempt to fold my hands over it. "Uh, yeah. Sorry."
Her eyes roam to my face - though they move very slowly. "Did you read it again?" she asks, sounding suspicious.
I blink hard, still trying to wake up. I'd been deeply asleep, I feel like I'm in a different plane of existence right now. "What? I- no," I say. "Fuck no, no. I wouldn't… no."
She squints. "Liar."
"Don't call me fuckin' names," I say.
"I wouldn't call you one if you weren't one," she says, and her knuckles whiten with how hard she's gripping the book. "You read it, didn't you? Just tell me, Jackson. Did you or did you not read my notebook again when you know how much it bothered me the first time?"
"Fuck, Jesus!" I say, throwing my hands up. "Okay, fine. I did."
"Honestly," she says, scoffing. "Just when I thought I could trust you, you-"
"No, no," I say. "Don't pull that shit. You're not gonna do that with me, act all high and mighty. 'Cause I don't go for that."
"Why would you do it again?" she hisses.
"I don't know!" I say. "It was there, and I don't have much else in this hellhole. And anyway, don't you have bigger things to worry about?"
She shakes her head, lips parted in a disgusted, annoyed expression. "What are you talking about?" she says.
"Jesus, kitty, you're 18 and never touched yourself," I say, without sugarcoating.
The blood drains from her face and she takes one surprised step back. "What… you… you saw…"
"Yeah," I say. "Sure did."
"You weren't supposed to… I shouldn't have… you…" she stammers, holding the book to her chest with both arms wrapped around it. She stares at the ground, unable to move, and shrinks in on herself.
"Hey, hey," I say. "It's okay. Why don't you come in?"
She glances up very quickly before looking away again. "It's late," she says, an excuse. "I shouldn't."
"You're already out in the middle of the night," I say. "Just come in. Let's talk."
She pinches her lips, takes a moment to deliberate, then gives in. She comes through the door and I close it behind her, making sure it's locked. She slips out of her barn boots, which means she plans on staying a while - I'm happy about that.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad," I say. "About not… you know, doing that. Really, I wasn't."
"Okay," she says.
"So, don't shut down," I say, trying to catch her eye. "Don't shut me out, kitty."
"I'm not," she says, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
"Seems like you might be," I say.
"You invaded my privacy," she says, eyes and voice full of subtle venom. "Twice."
I let out a long sigh and nod. "I know," I say. "And I'm sorry. I really am. No excuses, it was shitty. I shouldn't have done it."
She nods slowly, still tense.
"Do you forgive me?" I ask.
Her shoulders drop a bit. "Maybe," she says.
"Let me know when you get there," I say, then sit on my bed while leaving plenty of room. "Because, if you want, I could help you."
"What do you mean, help me?" she says, loosening, brightening.
I sigh and try to figure out how to say what I want without offending her. It might be impossible, but I might as well try.
"Masturbating is human," I say. "It's more than that - fuck, it's healthy. It's totally normal, and you should be able to do it whenever you want."
Her face flames fire-engine red. I don't let it deter me, though, because I think she's been severely slighted on the sex education front. I have no idea what she knows, but I have a feeling it's not much.
"Let me start at the beginning," I say. "You know what sex is, right? How babies are made?"
She keeps quiet, uses the silence as her answer. She bites her lower lip and meets my eyes, then I realize - she doesn't know.
"Fuck," I breathe. "Okay. Jesus. This is not… alright. Will you get over here and stop standing there like a weird ass? Just come sit next to me. We need to talk."
"About what?" she asks, taking baby steps. Her feet are bare and pale - bony, too, and fragile-looking.
"You know," I say, and pat the spot next to me. "Most kids learn where babies come from when they're like, 12. What happened? Who dropped that ball?"
She sits, and the mattress barely moves with the addition of her weight. She keeps the notebook on her lap and runs her thumbs over the cover, almost as if to soothe herself.
"I don't know," she admits. "It never crossed my mind to wonder, until…"
Her eyes find my face, and I suddenly get it. "Me," I say.
She nods, very slightly.
"So, since I'm the one responsible for your sexual awakening," I say, jokingly boastful. "I guess I'm the one who should tell you about the birds and the bees."
"Birds?" she says. "Bees?"
"Never mind," I say. "Let me think. Where should I start."
She licks her lips and turns towards me, one knee bent on the bed with the other leg dangling off. I have her full attention.
"So," I say. "I'm sorry if this sounds crazy, I'm not that smart, I-"
"Yes, you are," she says, earnestly.
"Nah," I say.
"You are," she says.
I downplay it again. "Well, you've never left this fuckin' farm, so what do you know?"
She frowns. "Stop being rude. I'm giving you a compliment, and I mean it. Accept it. You don't know how to accept things from people, Jackson."
I take a breath, and it sticks in my throat. I try and come up with an argument, but nothing materializes. All I can say is, "Damn."
She straightens her shoulders and says, "So, I'm ready."
"Alright," I say, chewing the inside of my cheek. "So, a woman is born with eggs in her body. Like, millions of them, I'm pretty sure. They're inside ovaries, which you have two of. One on either side." I point to her lower belly, and she watches my hand. "And dudes have sperm. They're stored in our balls. Which is kinda gross, if you think about it."
"Wait," she says, one palm up to stop me. "Balls?"
Christ.
"Uh," I say, frowning. "So, guys have a penis. It's like, this rod-shaped thing, sticks out from our bodies. They can be all sorts of shapes and sizes, and they grow when we get… uh, turned on. That's called an erection, or a boner, or hard-on, or whatever. And these two, uh, things hang below it - they're called testicles, but that word's fucking gross, so most people just call them balls. It's where sperm lives. You gettin' it?"
"Kind of," she says.
"Alright," I say. "Well, then for a baby to get made, a dude has to stick his penis inside a girl's vagina and shoot off that sperm. Which happens during an orgasm, and let me tell you - those are fuckin' great. That feeling you wrote about? That goes away when you have an orgasm, it's like the build-up to one."
"Oh," she says, then tries out the word. "An orgasm."
"Yeah," I say. "It's… hard to describe. But it's like, your muscles tense up and loosen and it's this crazy good feeling you get in your…" I can't help but let my eyes drift to the space between her legs, where the skirt of her nightgown gathers. "Area."
"Oh," she says again.
"So… the sperm goes inside the girl, and it fertilizes an egg. It doesn't happen on the first try - well, it can, I guess, but it usually doesn't. I've been lucky that way…" I pause to laugh for a second. "But when the egg gets fertilized, it does crazy shit for nine months and then baby pops out. I'd have to do some Googling to tell you how all that works, but if you want, I can look it up and tell you."
"If you want," she says.
"I might," I say. "Anyway, what I started off with was the fact that it's actually good to masturbate. And it's not that hard… like, 12-year-olds do it, and-"
"12-year-olds?" she says, blown away.
"I mean, that's when I started…" I say, eyes wide. "I was rubbing my dick on like, everything. On my mattress, between the couch cushions-"
"Jackson," she says, a bashful smile in her eyes.
"Hey, I'm just being honest," I say. "But let's be real, it's a lot easier for dudes than it is for girls. All we have to do is wrap a hand around our dick and move around a little, and there you go. Splooge. But you guys, well, it's a little more difficult, I guess."
She looks at me, facial expression open and clear. She doesn't look scared or put off anymore; now, she's almost interested.
"Why did you stop?" she asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
Her eyes flash with a bit of worry. "How do girls do it?"
I let out a long sigh, puffing out my cheeks to buy some time. I have to think hard to figure out how to say this. I've been with my fair share of girls - I don't keep count, but it's not lower than 10 - but we never talked about how they got off. I was usually the one doing it for them. But due to porn and common sense, I know how it works.
"So…" I say, clearing my throat. "Girls have this little group of nerves called a clitoris. That sounds weird. A clit. It's basically the 'on' switch, like, you get to the clit and you're fuckin' in."
I can't read her facial expression, but I keep going.
"Tight circles usually works, two fingers. Pinching is good, too. It really depends from person to person, there's no right or wrong way. Some girls like to use their fingers, some use vibrators, I don't know… some like to hump pillows to get that feeling. It's always different."
"Hump...pillows?" she asks, confused.
Holy fucking shit. She really knows nothing.
"Like, stick a pillow between their legs and uh, rub on it," I say.
"Oh," she says, eyes flitting around the room without finding a place to land.
"Either way, no matter how you do it, it's good. It releases stress, number one. Makes that tension go away, huh? It can help you sleep better. Strengthen those muscles you're using, and also I've heard it helps with period cramps." I pause for a moment. "You know what a period is, right?"
She shoots me a harsh look. "Of course I do," she says. "I get one."
"Right, right," I say. "Sorry. Didn't know. So, what I'm trying to say is that you should just go for it. See what works. Find that little button and your life will change forever."
Her eyes speak louder than her mouth as she sits there, picking at her bare, square nails. Her lips grow thin as she presses them together, and I watch her tongue slip out to wet them.
"What?" I say, noticing her discomfort.
She shakes her head. "It's nothing," she says. "It's just not that easy for me."
"I promise, it's not that hard," I say. "You just-"
"No, no," she says. "It's not something my parents would ever approve of."
Realization floods my body as it dawns on me what she's worried about. "Oh," I say. "Well, that's easy. They don't have to know. You gotta be covert about it. Like, don't be obvious and do it in the middle of the day when everyone's awake. Save it for nighttime, and be quiet about it."
"Why would I be loud?"
I chuckle. "Never know."
Suddenly, with a clearer mind, I'm thinking about the kiss we shared before she left a few hours ago. How her body molded against mine, how she let me take the lead, how sweet she smelled and tasted. I want her again - I want that back.
She sighs again, she's been doing a lot of that. "I still don't think I'd know how," she mutters.
"It's easy," I say. "Look. Watch."
She picks her eyes up from the floor as I press two of my fingers together and hold them up.
"Like this," I say. "Quick circles."
I make the motion and her eyes stay cemented on me, even when I stop. She licks her bottom lip and one hand moves to rest on her thigh, close to her center, which must be more instinctive than anything. She's feeling it - I am, too.
I set my hands on my lap and spend a moment simply watching her. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils fat, lips glistening. Jesus Christ, I want her.
"I'm thinking about kissing you right now," I say, bluntly. I figure there's no use in pretenses - it already happened, and we both want it to happen again.
She nods and swallows hard. "Me, too," she says. "Will you… do you want to… do it now?"
I flash her a half-smile. "I was hoping you'd ask."
I close the space between us so our thighs are flush together and hold her face gently. With her cheeks pressed in just a bit, her eyes dart from my eyes to my mouth before I finally press my lips to hers with purpose.
She whimpers quietly, neck going just the slightest bit limp. I wrap my fingers around the back of it and bury them in her loose hair, opening my mouth to run my tongue along the pout of her lower lip.
She pulls back with surprise, biting where my tongue just as. "You…" she begins.
"If you don't want me to use tongue, I won't," I say. "But you're really fuckin' sexy, so I kind of got carried away… forgot you don't know much about-"
"I want it," she says. "Teach me."
If possible, my hard-on gets even harder and throbs inside my boxers. I close my eyes and kiss her again, and this time she parts her lips to let me inside. I touch the tip of her tongue with mine and she lets me, pushes herself closer, so I go further. I lick her bottom row of teeth, the inside of her lip, before sucking the bottom one in my mouth; I'm so turned on, I might explode.
I angle my body against hers so she'll lie down, and when she's horizontal she grapples with my shoulders and directs me to lie halfway on top of her. I situate myself so my boner isn't nudging her thigh and continue to kiss her, threading my fingers through her somewhat-tangled hair while her hot breath swallows me whole.
Moving away from her lips, I kiss down her jaw to the point of her chin, where she tips her head up and allows me lower. I lick her neck, which makes her whine with pleasure and dig her thumbnails into my shoulders.
"You like that?" I ask.
She nods, and something sparks within me when she clenches my leg between her thighs and changes the angle of her hips.
"The feeling's back, isn't it?" I say, pulling away to make eye contact. Her face is pink, lips swollen, and her temples are shiny with sweat. This is what I've reduced her to, and I'm capable of doing so much more. I can't fucking wait.
"Yeah," she says, pushing hair out of her face.
"Want me to show you?" I ask.
Her whole body radiates nervous energy, but it's mixed with pent-up tension that's been festering for years. There's an orgasm waiting that's begging to break free, and I want to be the one to do it.
"But if you don't want to…" she trails off.
"You have no idea how bad I want to," I say. "Let me work my magic."
"Magic?"
I kiss her cheek and nuzzle my nose against her. "I can send you to heaven, kitty," I murmur, and she trembles because of it.
"Yes, please," she whispers.
"Okay," I say, one hand slipping down her body to find the skirt of her nightgown. "I'm gonna lift this up, then."
She nods, still watching me intensely. I skim my fingers along the soft hair on her thigh until I get to her underwear, which are already damp.
"Mm, you're wet," I say, kissing the pocket beneath her ear. After I speak, I press two fingers against her over the fabric, with purpose. Her eyes shoot open, jaw dropping, when I start moving in circles - slow at first.
She lets out a puff of air, chest heaving with exertion. I don't take my eyes off from her face - I want to see every reaction. Each new facial expression, each new realization, is everything to me.
"Oh - my…" she squelches, struggling to form words.
I don't bother with dragging it out or making her wait; at this point, that'd be cruel. I go at her hard and fast, quickening my fingers and centering on what matters, until her hips buck once and knock my hand away. I cup her over her underwear while she comes, relishing the spasms and jerks, the sighs and holds of breath, continuing to stroke her until she comes back to earth.
She doesn't say anything at first. Instead, she leans to the side and throws her arms around my neck and a leg over my side, burying her face while breathing a wordless 'thank you.'
"I told you, they're amazing," I say, dragging my fingers down her back. The nightgown sticks to where she's been sweating, and I smile because of it.
When she lies flat on her back, she's still panting. She looks at me quickly and blushes, which I love, so I cup her cheek and give her a long, slow kiss.
"I don't know what to say now," she whispers.
"You don't have to say anything," I say, then remember something. "But I do have a surprise for you. Wait here."
I climb off the bed and head to the dresser, where I laid the treats I took from church. I bring them back and show her, and her eyes light up when she sees.
"You took these?" she says, excited.
"Thought of you," I say.
"What are they?"
I look at the small conglomeration of sweets and shrug. "A shitty cookie and two eclairs that might be gross by now," I say. "But they're worth a shot."
She flops her head back on the pillow and grins. "Feed me," she says, opening her mouth.
Fuck, she couldn't be more attractive if she tried.
I take one of the eclairs that really should be much colder than it is, and slip half past her lips. She bites down, never breaking eye contact, and grazes my fingers as I pull away and leave traces of custard behind. Custard that honestly looks like something much different, and gives me plenty of unsavory ideas when I use my thumb to push it inside her mouth.
"So good," she says, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes roll back.
I get close to her ear again and say, "As good as the orgasm I gave you?"
I pull back and feed her the other half, watching her eyes sparkle. "Not quite," she says.
We only spend a few more minutes lying there together until she glances at the clock and reality comes back. "I shouldn't risk it," she says.
"I know," I say, sitting up. "But c'mere. Don't think you're leaving without a kiss."
She smirks and walks over, standing between my knees as I stay sitting. I wind my arms around her and take a chance - I grab two handfuls of her ass and tilt her hips closer, and thankfully, she lets me.
She holds either side of my head and kisses my nose first, and I squint my eyes and smile in response. She moves to my lips next, caressing my cheeks and lingering just long enough before stepping out of my grip.
"Go try what I showed you," I suggest.
She backs up, keeping her eyes on me while she moves towards the door. "Are you gonna do the same?" she asks.
"You know me too well," I say.
"All I'll be thinking about is you," she says, hand on the doorknob.
"Same here," I say, and turn around to watch her leave through the window as she hurries towards the house.
I wasn't lying. I turn the lights out after she disappears inside and immediately throw my hand in my pants, jerking off to how her body felt writhing under mine just moments ago. I have a feeling this will be the first of many times like this. Afterwards, as I come down, I thank god I'm in Otsego, Michigan with April Kepner.
…
We're cleaning a stall the next morning, and it's already hot outside. We haven't had much of a chance to exchange conversation about what happened last night, because Alice has been attached to April like an infectious disease.
It's not that I dislike the kid. I like her fine, she's sweet enough. But she's a serious cockblocker. I've never drop-kicked a child before, but that might not hold true anymore after today.
The second the two of us are alone, though, April looks over and tucks a few flyaway hairs behind her ear. "I didn't do it right," she says, very quietly.
"What?" I say.
She furrows her eyebrows. "Last night," she says. "I tried. It didn't work. I'm still scared to do it like…" She pauses, checks over her shoulder. "Like you did."
"Oh," I say, dumping a shovelful of something nasty into the wheelbarrow.
"I didn't know what to do," she says.
I nod to myself and take a leap of faith. "Come back to the shed tonight," I say. "Late."
She looks at me curiously, but doesn't have a chance to ask for details before Alice peeks her head inside the stall. "Sissy?" she says. "Can you come with me to collect eggs now?"
April sighs and looks between us.
"Go on, I can finish up here," I say.
She mouths 'thank you,' and takes her little sister's arm, heading away. I watch her body as it sways to the rhythm of her pacing, and smile to myself. She has me wrapped around her fucking finger, and I'm the first to admit it. Not out loud, of course. I can't do that without sounding like a complete idiot. But in my head, I can say it all I want. I'd follow her anywhere.
I think about our late-night meetup all throughout the day. When I go to the shed and she goes inside for lessons, I sit and try and figure out how to make tonight different than yesterday - to push it further. I want to show her how it's done, help her figure it out herself, while still giving her a mind-blowing orgasm.
I look around and think about things I could utilize, ways to spice it up. The best thing I come across is my electric toothbrush, which I stare at for a long time before putting it on the nightstand.
During dinner, both April and I are quiet. It's not unusual, though, seeing as the rest of the Kepners don't usually talk while they eat, either. But I notice the tension tonight - the wondering, the calculating.
"Mom, can I walk Jackson to the shed?" Alice asks, bouncing on the balls of her feet after dinner is cleaned up.
Jesus fucking Christ, can I catch a break with this kid?
"He's April's charge," Mrs. Kepner says. "But you may go with them."
Alice giggles innocently and grabs April's arm. April flashes me a less-than-amused expression and leads the way outside, where Alice starts to skip.
"April and Jackson, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!"
"Alice Joelle!" April scolds, and I raise my eyebrows at the tone of her voice. She's not taking any shit tonight. "Stop it right now."
"Why?" she asks, pushing her two braids behind her back. "It's true. You guys like each other."
"Stop," April says, teeth gritted. "I told you to stop talking, so stop."
Alice's eyes flit to me, then back to her sister. "Fine!" she says. "Meanie."
April sighs and steps closer to the young girl, away from me. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell," she says. "I just… I just don't want you to say things like that, okay? It will give Mom the wrong idea, then Jackson would have to go away."
"I don't want him to go away," Alice says.
"Me, neither," April says, very emphatically. "So, please, will you just behave?"
"Yes, sissy."
"Thank you."
I stay quiet as the walk comes to an end, and when we get there, Alice throws her arms around my waist in a big hug.
"Sorry for singing that song," she says. "I didn't mean to make you embarrassed."
"Hey, it's cool," I say, patting her a bit awkwardly.
She looks up and finally detaches, saying, "Goodnight, Jackson."
"Night, squirt," I say, then nod towards April - she knows what I mean.
Tonight.
…
The hours pass like fucking years as I wait for her. I try and get a nap in, but that doesn't work. She's all I can think about; April, and what we'll be doing in this room in no time at all. But that no time feels like all the time with nothing to do.
When I finally hear the knock, I rush to open the door while still trying to play it cool. I slow my roll once I get close and straighten my spine, answering like I hadn't spent the last few hours counting down the minutes until she got here.
"Hi," she says, smiling mischievously.
She's wearing lounge pants and a short-sleeved shirt instead of the nightgown like last night. I can't decide which getup I like better.
"Hey," I say. "Come on in."
She smiles politely and steps past me, hands folded behind her back like she sometimes does. Her hair is up, tied in a ponytail, and her face is fresh and clean. I can't wait to get my hands on her.
"Sorry about Alice," she says, once I shut the door. "She's been having nightmares lately. I think she's going through a growth spurt or something. Being so needy."
"It's okay," I say.
She shrugs. "Well, it's kind of annoying."
"Kind of."
"It kept me away from you," she says. "And I… that's not what I wanted today."
I smirk. "Me, neither," I say.
She pauses for a moment, looking around the room like she's never seen it before. "So," she finally says. "Do you still want to… teach me?"
I let myself graze her body - from her twinkling eyes, modest chest, slight hips, down to her bare feet. "Yes," I say. "Fuck yes."
She flushes. "Okay," she says. "Then, where do we start?"
Part of me is surprised we're going so quickly, not wasting any time, but another part is taken aback. Of course I'm ready, but I need to know that she is, too - for what I have in mind.
"I wanna teach you hands-on," I say.
"Okay," she says, stepping closer.
"And… that means you have to trust me," I say, then take her hand. "Do you trust me, kitty?"
She nods slowly, bottom lip in her mouth. "Yeah," she says.
"Good," I say, stroking her skin. "Then, if you're comfortable, I want you naked."
Her eyes go wide with surprise. Her hand freezes in mine, and I can't help but wonder if I took it too far.
"Naked?" she says. The tone of her voice doesn't sound abhorrent to the idea, just caught off-guard. I use this chance to explain myself.
"It's a full-body experience," I say. "I want you - and me - to be able to touch other parts, too. While it happens, to make it happen."
She looks at me, gauging my reaction for approval as she moves to skim over her breasts. I nod - that's exactly what I mean.
"Oh," she says. "I just… I've never been naked around another person before."
"I figured," I say. "If you don't want to, it's cool. I would never make you do something you're not comfortable with."
She studies me for a while, hands still near her chest. "I'm comfortable with you," she says. "Are you… will you be, too…?"
"Naked?" I ask. "If you want. Whatever will make you feel more at ease. Or, neither of us have to be. It's all good either way."
"I want to take my clothes off," she says, a surge of confidence coming from deep inside. "And you… you can take off your shirt."
I don't think she knows how to handle my penis yet, and that's okay. She doesn't have to. She needs to learn about herself and her body first before we even get close to mine.
"Sounds good," I say. "Do you want me to turn around, or…?"
She doesn't look away when she says, "You can watch me."
I nod, pretending like I'm totally cool and collected, and strip off my shirt. She ducks her head and pulls off the tee she's wearing, then slips out of her sweatpants to stand in front of me in her bra and underwear. She steels herself for a moment before winding her arms around to unclasp her bra, letting it hang forward while stepping out of her white underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor after.
I do my best not to stare, but Jesus fucking Christ on the cross, she's a damn piece of art. She has curves in all the right places that have stayed hidden by her clothes - her breasts are small, a bit triangular in shape until the round undersides, and her nipples are a perfect dusky pink. Between her legs, she's unshaved - which I had expected, due to the soft fuzz I felt on her legs yesterday. I'm unused to it, but very open. I can't wait to touch her. She is the best thing I've ever seen.
"Come here," I say, beckoning her forward.
Arms crossed, she walks over and I hold her face. "You're beautiful," I say. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
It's a rhetorical question, so I'm surprised when she answers, "No."
"What?" I say, skimming my hands down her arms.
"I'm not beautiful," she says, very softly.
"Take it back," I say, instantly. "Take it back, because that's not true. You're the most fuckin'... Jesus, I can't take my eyes off you, kitty."
"Jackson," she says, turning away, embarrassed.
"I mean it," I say, turning her head back with two fingers on her chin.
She shakes her head, eyes still wandering.
"Sit down with me," I say, and lower to the floor with my back against the wall.
As I go, I take the electric toothbrush from my nightstand and set it nearby, while directing her to rest between my legs. She leans back against my chest - skin on skin - and I envelop her thighs with mine.
"Just like that," I say, and she leans her head on my shoulder to look at my face. Meeting her eyes, I drop my lips to hers in a slow, wet kiss.
"You're such a good kisser," she says, blinking slowly and smiling like she's drunk.
"So are you, quick learner," I say, and she smiles wider.
I continue to kiss her while exploring her body with my hands. I start at her neck, tracing the angle of her collarbones and the soft divot between them before slipping lower to cup her breasts. She gasps into my mouth and arches her back involuntarily, and I hold them a bit tighter. I graze her nipples with my fingernails and feel them harden to peaks, and pinch them softly before moving south and bumping over her ribcage.
I trace her bellybutton with one finger and she widens her thighs, taking my wrist with the hand that isn't around the back of my neck to direct it lower. Surprised by her eagerness, I laugh into her mouth and she returns the sound while continuing to pull.
"Touch me," she says. "Show me."
"Give me this hand," I say, and take hers. I position her two fingers just how they should be, and guide the movements between her legs - slow at first.
She moans into my mouth, craning her neck to kiss me harder, and our hands find a rhythm on her core. I grip her breast again with my free hand and squeeze it, enjoying the supple weight in my palm, and she loses her breath.
"You're doing so good, kitty…" I say, still encouraging her hand movements. "You feel it?"
"Uh-huh," she says, breathing shakily. "Don't stop."
"You're doing all the work," I say, smirking.
"I like it better… when you…" she breathes, pushing back against my chest forcefully and widening her legs out. I move to kiss her neck, licking a path to her shoulder while zeroing in on her clit and tightening the circles to push her closer.
"You're fuckin' perfect," I say, kissing her neck over to her shoulder. Her skin is sweaty and slick, and I lick every last drop. "I know you're close, baby. You wanna come?"
"Yeah," she whines. "Make me… oh god, please make me…"
"Hold on," I say, then brush her out of the way to slide two fingers deep inside her. Her eyes fly open and she grips my thighs, back arching from the way it feels.
"Just like… oh…" she moans, voice all pitchy. "I'm really close, Jackson… please…"
I thrust my fingers in and out at a medium pace, thoroughly enjoying the way her hips rise and fall to meet them. She's responding to everything in the way I hoped she would, and I've never been harder than I am right now. I feel like I could blow my load without having to touch my dick at all.
"One more thing," I say, reaching for the toothbrush. I take off the top and turn the bottom part on, hearing it buzz to life before slipping it between her legs. I deftly press it against her clit while still fucking her with my fingers, and I'm rewarded with how she comes unwound.
"Oh, Jackson!" she shrieks, and traps my hands between her thighs.
Her whole body trembles and spasms so powerfully that she lifts from the floor and falls back with a sated thud. When she lands, though, she's still twitching and jerking, trying to catch her breath while turning around to kiss the hell out of me.
"How'd you like that, kitty," I say, winding my arms around her to cup her ass.
"You're so good," she says, turning her head to kiss me deeper. "You're so, so, so good… I never knew… I…" She pulls back, still holding my face, and smiles before kissing me again - with tongue.
"Never knew you could feel like that," I finish.
She shakes her head with her lips still on mine, and I kiss her back with all I've got. Her whole body is perspiring now, slippery because of it, and I do everything to get my hands everywhere I can reach.
She kisses my neck, sucks on my Adam's apple, and I groan. "Fuck," I mutter, digging the pads of my fingers into her back.
She giggles softly and licks her way down to my chest, where she runs her hands over my pecs and shoulders. "I don't wanna leave," she says. "But I have to."
I pull her face up and kiss her again, wanting nothing more than to toss her onto my bed, fuck her senseless, and fall asleep wrapped around her. But I know that can't happen; she can't stay for long. It's too risky.
"I already miss you," she says, tucking her face into my neck after pulling on her t-shirt. When her head pops out, she looks at the floor where I'd discarded my tool. "And was that a… was that a toothbrush you used?"
"Worked, didn't it?" I ask, eyes glinting.
She covers her cheeks with her hands and shakes her head before kissing me again. "I never wanna stop kissing you," she whispers.
"Can never have just one," I murmur, lips moving against hers while she puts on her pants.
We stumble to the doorway, completely and stupidly caught up in each other. So much so, we almost don't hear the knock on the window a few feet away. Almost.
"What was that?" April says, pulling away with bruised lips and worried eyes.
"The wind," I say, trying to pull her back by the waist.
She fights me, though, and twists out of my arms. "I heard something," she says. "I swear I did."
"Kitty, you're paranoid," I say. "There's nothing-"
"Sissy?" we hear, and both freeze before April throws open the door to find Alice with tears running down her face.
"Alice!" April says, pure panic in her voice. "What are you doing?"
"I had a bad dream, and you weren't in your room!" Alice sobs, barely able to catch her breath. "I checked the whole house and didn't know where else to go. Sissy, what are you doing out here with him?"