Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 5

"You can't keep doing things like this," April said.

"Why not? It's been working so far."

"Because...." She had to stop and wait for someone to go by us and get out of earshot. "Because it's going to force me to make a very difficult choice," she said in a low voice.

"What choice?"

"I... look, just wait until we have some privacy okay? This isn't the place to talk about it."

She was right, there were far too many people around to be discussing all the details of our relationship. At the same time, now I was curious what she wanted to say and it took all my willpower not to keep pestering her.

"I'm kinda thinking about making a cake," April said as we passed the baking section. "It's been a while since I've done one. It's way too much to eat when I'm all on my own. What do you think?"

"Hm, yeah. Sounds good," I said distractedly.

"You're not listening, are you?"

"I'm sort of listening."

"If you say so."

April grabbed a few supplies that she needed and we carried on. I was so anxious to hear what she wanted to say that I wasn't even sure what else we got along the way. I completely zoned out as I followed her through the rest of the aisles and to the check- out.

Finally we made it back the car, and I barely waited until we had both sat down before bringing the subject back up.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Put your seatbelt on," she said instead of answering.

She started driving and I had to leave her alone for a few seconds while I fumbled with

my seatbelt that had somehow gotten twisted.

"Come on," I said. "What were you gonna say?

April sighed. "Okay, listen. I wasn't entirely honest with you about everything. I have actually messed around with another girl once."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It was just some kissing and touching, and I guess once we got topless, but that's it."

it? And why didn't you want me to know

Which is part of

been that complicated. I just wanna know

yes it felt good, I guess. But I was never really that

It all just got weird and neither of us

"Oh."

think of who my sister might have experimented with, probably one of her friends, and imagined her

feel good when I

said. "Don't

"What, I'm just asking."

I say yes you're just going to use that as an excuse to keep pushing and keep trying to

be okay if we both

and I don't want that. I don't know that I can ever return the feelings you

liked it when I kissed her. She hadn't said it directly, but she'd come close enough. If I could just get her to admit it for real, both to me

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see her make

I absolutely loved when she wore an apron. It was probably just one of those things like how some people were really into cheerleader costumes or French maid outfits. Plus, when I had just the right angle from the front and she was wearing shorts or a skirt, I could sometimes pretend that she was naked from the waist down

out. There was hardly any point in being subtle about it anymore, and I basically just

in

you mean the

sexy on

mimed throwing the spoon she'd been stirring with at me, but then just shrugged off my comment. She was so casual about my perverse attraction to her sometimes, yet she had also made it clear that

you know. For me, that meant

crept up behind April when she wasn't looking and gently, but quickly, ran my hands under her shirt and around her waist. I pressed right up behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder. She tried to turn around, probably to chastise me once again, but I held her tighter and made sure she couldn't move until she gave up her initial

said. "But we've been over this. You can't

I am old enough to make my own decisions. I know you're worried about hurting

paused in her attempt to pry my hands from around

"It's not a great situation no matter how you look

me from everything." "No, I can't, but I should at least be able to protect you

If she hoped I'd get bored and go away, she was sadly mistaken. I stayed right where I was and started nuzzling at her neck. My hands roamed a little, but mostly stayed in innocent territory. Patient as she was with me, there was still only so

feels okay, doesn't it?"

side of her neck, making her involuntarily

feels okay," she agreed, her voice nearly

with it," I finished for her. She

of her. "You don't know if you could

don't. I'm