Never Been Kissed

“Laurel?”

“I just wanted to turn all my lights off.”

“Good. Now unless you feel uncomfortable or want to stop do everything I say, sweetheart.” The timber of his voice carries me away. I do as he directs. Relaxing isn’t easy but his voice caresses me. He’s right, with a video on it would feel like a movie. This is sensual forcing me to focus on all of my senses except sight.

“Take off your pajama bottoms.”

I slink out of them and add my underwear to the pile on my floor sliding underneath my top blanket.

“I took off both.”

“Eager and way ahead of me, but that’s alright.” I imagine his lips curling into a pleased smile.

“Slid your hand over your soft belly.”

I whisper, “How do you know it’s soft?”

“Laurel.” He grunts like he’s chastising me. I can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“Okay, okay.” I wait with baited breath for his next set of instructions.

“Slid that hand over your belly and then over your mons slowly dragging your fingertips back and forth. What do you feel?”

“My nails are short and scrapping over my, um, landing strip?” I don’t know what else to call the patch of hair there. Luckily, we haven’t run out of razors for shaving because I have a thing about being well groomed.

“Damn. I wish I was there. I’d give it a little tug. Not too hard, but enough for you to feel it.”

I whimper and tug it myself wishing it were him.

“Soon.” He says.

I’m panting in the dark. “Not soon enough.”

“Now slid those fingers lower. Spread your thighs open and touch yourself. Slowly and only on the top.”

“Van.” Gasping, I repeat the slow movement. I want to press forward, but I listen to his directions.

“Are you cheating on me, sweetheart?”

“No, but please.” I’m whining and writhing on my bed.

“Alright. Slid those fingers lower. Are you wet yet?”

“Mmm.”

“Yes or no?” His demanding question ignites a fire in me.

“Yes, a bit.” I roll my finger over my bean feeling the pulse.

“Pinch it.”

“Pinch?”

“Pinch your clit.” He demands.

The pain pleasure overrides any embarrassment I might of have sending electric zings down my legs and centered in my core.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.