Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 2

The thought of another girl explaining female masturbation to Laura ran through Chris's mind. Combined with the still-present image of her on her bed with her hands in her pants, he was starting to get hard again. And smelling her perfume wasn't helping. If they kept this up, he was going to have to reposition himself soon to hide his bulge.

"And what do you think?" he asked. "Do you like it?"

She bit her lip again and this time her eyes never left his, but if felt she was looking through him. Or maybe she was looking deep inside him. He suddenly felt very exposed. He couldn't break her gaze.

"Yes," she answered softly.

After a moment, he was finally able to look out the window and away from her. An awkward silence hung between them briefly. Then she asked, "How did you know... what to do?"

"What do you mean? Like, how to do it? How to get off?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

He shrugged. "Uh, I don't know. Just comes naturally." Then he added, "No pun intended."

It took her a second, but then she broke out laughing. "That's funny," she said, almost impressed. One thing about Laura, her laugh was contagious. Chris had never heard a truer, more innocent laugh.

"Would you show me?"

She asked it so plainly that Chris wasn't sure at first what exactly she meant. But then her eyes darted to his khakis and he saw the small tent beginning to rise.

He sat up quickly, leaning forward and sitting Indian style, trying to hide it. But he was

also still laughing, more so now, partly because he honestly thought the whole situation was absurdly funny, and partly because he was, of course, a little embarrassed.

She turned instantly soothing, laughing along with him, but also putting a hand on his arm. "It's okay, please, don't be embarrassed!"

He stammered through his laugh. "Why do you - why do you want, um" - laugh - "me to" - clearing his throat - "um... why?"

Her hand rubbed his arm; it was comforting. When he looked at her, her eyes were incredibly soft and caring. "Well," she started. "I'm curious. And... you're the guy I'm closest with. I mean, Chris, you may not be my brother by blood, but you're the closest thing I've got to one. I just..." She looked away for a moment, ordering her thoughts. "I'm close with you and I'm curious, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask."

had gone dry. He

"You show me yours, I'll show you

with anyone before.

have a confession to make." He looked up at her, into her big

on his arm. She hung there motionless, her eyes darting

was a little open. I didn't want to embarrass you, but..." He swallowed. "I couldn't look away, either." He decided not to mention what she'd moaned. Unless she brought it up. And even then, maybe he'd lie and say he hadn't

small smile slowly spread back across lips. "Well, then," she said, and leaned forward so that her mouth was less than an inch from his. When she whispered, he felt her breath on his face

"You. Owe. Me."

kissed him. Light and innocent, a very

never kissed him before.

in his pants. The fact that she continued to hang

the master bedroom.

"Wherever

embolden him. He decided if he was going to this, might as well make it as memorable as possible. Though, really, he knew there was no

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"You're room," he said.

Then she looked down into his lap. "Are you okay to

fingers with his. He looked up at her, saw that her eyes were locked with his, then felt her other hand move to his pants. His breath caught when it slid inside, her fingers floating through

"Better?" she asked.

With a knowing smile, she took the hand that hers was locked with and led him from the

neither one of their parents was expected home for an hour. "Better

in the room where she'd just fingered herself not half an hour

asked. It was all so surreal to him. This was probably the most unexpected thing he could

between them. She took hold of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Seeing his bare chest, she

his life, but he wasn't unfit either. In high school he'd run track, and he still had a certain natural muscle tone. Then her hands drifted lower, over his abdomen, and to his pants, where she proceeded to unsnap them

she took hold of the waist and inched his khakis and boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard-on. The cool air of the room was refreshing against his nakedness. Only after his cock had been freed did she break from his

than a

she sat