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lumy12He's being so infuriating that you are just about ready to give up. You guys don't fool around all the time. Not every night. There have been times you've wanted to do more than kiss good night, and Joel just says good night and that's that... you both go to sleep. But tonight -- no way. After all this, he's getting you off if you have to push his hand down there yourself!
Maybe you should quit playing his little game, though. Yeah... I'm playing right into his hands... only I'm NOT in his hands, you snicker to yourself. You sigh wearily. "Never mind. You're right -- you're too stupid."
"Awww. That hurts my feelin's." He doesn't sound hurt. At all.
"Hey, you said it first."
He's casually stroking your leg now, so there's still hope... "True. Guess I can't blame you." He kisses the top of your head. "I just wanted you to tell me what you want. Is that so bad?"
"Yes," you mumble.
"Why won't you tell me?"
"Because you already know."
"I think it's 'cause you're embarrassed."
...Well, yeah... that, too. "I would be, if you... if you didn't... if you said..." ...if you say no... even if the 'no' is something like "No fooling around Outside, remember?"
"Tell me what you want an' I'll do it."
"...Really?"
"Within reason," he adds.
"Joel-reason, or Ellie-reason?"
"...Which do you think?"
"Oh. Fuck."
"Ellie-reason ain't always... reasonable."
"Uh, vice versa. But okay. That means you won't do it, then."
"You won't know 'til you ask."
You wonder why he's so hell-bent on getting you to say it. And why you can't just say it, for that matter. "I don't know how," you say lamely.
"Sure you do. You almost did it before."
Why won't he just fucking DO it already? Fucking hell! You almost don't even care anymore. If I had a dick, it would've gone soft by now!
He pulls your leg up enough for him to yank your shoe off. It lands on the floor with a soft thud. "Here, I'll help you out. It goes like this: 'Joel, I want you to...' ...fill in the blank."
"Fine. Joel, I want you to..."
His hand slides up to your ass. "...yes?"
How did getting him to do what I want turn into him getting me to do what HE wants? "I want you to..."
He rolls toward you enough to kiss you softly. "Just tell me. I won't... laugh, or... I don' know... whatever you're afraid of..."
Is that what you're afraid of? ...yeah, probably. "Joel... I want you to... touch me." -- those last two words came out in a whisper. You wonder if Joel's going to drag this out further by playing twenty questions with various body parts, making you tell him no, not on your elbow... "Please?"
You feel him smiling. "All right."
"...That's it? You're not going to make me like... specify where? Not going to make me beg?" Ugh, Ellie, don't give him any ideas!
"I wasn't even gonna make you say please."
"It's only polite, right?" Just when you're considering adding a "now, please" to your request, he slowly runs his hand along the waist of your jeans, giving you hope that he's ready to get things moving again. "So... if I had just finished my sentence before, you would've just... done it?"
"Mmhmm."
"You just... wanted to hear it. Why? Why was it such a big deal?" You wish the hand would move a little faster to its destination, but you're not complaining; it's playing with the elastic at the top of your underwear.
"It ain't that it's a big deal, exactly..." He brings his other hand up to cup the back of your head while he kisses you. "I want you to feel comfortable tellin' me things."
"I do," you assure him, stroking his whiskery cheek. You try to contract your stomach in such a way that Joel's hand will automatically slip beneath your panties (...but it doesn't work).
"Not everythin'. That was hard for you."
"Not really. I'll say it again: Joel, I want you to touch me. Preferably some time this century."
He chuckles. "Good. Now you're gettin' cheeky." He kisses you again. "You know another reason I wanted you to say it? -It's hot as hell."
You're glad he can't see you blushing. "Really? Even if I didn't say it like... I dunno..." ...sexy-like? Whatever that means. Maybe you should breathe heavier or something...
"Mmhmm." His fingers slip beneath the fabric... but they wander to your back side. Which is nice, of course, just not as nice as where you really want them...
"Touch me, Joel," you whisper between kisses.
"Mm. Hot as hell," he affirms. His fingers come close to the where-you-really-want them area, from behind... but then they retreat, all the way to the outside of your underwear again.
Does he WANT me to put his hand there myself? you wonder. Except you know he does like to take his time, and that the anticipation makes it better in the end. "Um... I thought you liked me... uh... you know. Innocent?"
He idly traces the edges of your underwear between your legs. "I do. You are."
"Not if I'm... telling you to... do things..." Man, that hand is distracting!
"It's... a bit of a paradox, I s'pose. Me, takin' away your innocence... but still wantin' to protect it..."
"You can take as much of it as you want," you remind him. In case he may have actually forgotten that you've been ready to have sex with him for ages now. "I'm not as innocent as you think, anyways... oh fuck... yeah..." You moan when he rubs your sex through your underwear. He's still teasing you, running his fingers along the seams, but it's all good...
"I love gettin' you all worked up," he murmurs.
"Yeah, I can tell -- I'm pretty fucking worked up already, though... fuck, Joel..."
"Yeah, I can tell," he parrots back to you. "Damn..."
You feel how wet you made me, Joel? You wonder if he'd think that was hot, if you said it out loud. You can't make yourself say it, though. You're squirming a little in his hand, and when he slips a finger in from the side-- beneath the fabric but still not quite where you-- "Ohhh -- God -- that's like -- I wanna tell you to stop teasing me already but -- mmm -- but the sooner you do that the sooner it's over so keep -- keep on doing it --" You're trying to talk and kiss him and be touched all at the same time.
He manages to work in a kiss between your little moans. "I love you."
Kind of a strange time for him to tell you that, you think! "Oh -- I love you, too... especially when you're nice... like this..."
"Thought you said I was evil." His finger hooks in enough to graze you right in the middle...
...and then it goes away... he pulls his whole hand up--
"No! You're not evil -- unless you stop right now, then you're -- then you're just --" But now you see he only did that so he could slide it underneath from the top, where the angle is way better. You let out an embarrassingly load moan -- well, more of a groan, really -- and then freeze. "I'm, uh... a little bit..."
"Yeah..." Joel gets you squirming again, immediately. "That... is also hot as hell."
"Mm--" You kiss him sloppily, breathing heavily, grinding into his hand. You push him all the way on his back and keep gyrating in his hand -- which he can't really move much now, since you've pinned it between your crotch and his abdomen. "What is?" you ask, trying to sound innocent. "Say it! -you should feel -- comfortable -- telling me things..."
He smirks. "Sounds familiar. You are hot..."
"More specific," you demand, laughing.
"So wet," he says -- to your surprise. Honestly, you think Joel hides behind the whole preserving-your-innocence thing sometimes because he is also-- well, maybe not innocent, exactly, but... fuck, I can't even think right now--
"All your fault," you breathe. "Mm-- do that thing again... where you like... curl your finger up..."
"What -- this?"
He's not in the exact same spot as before, but you move a smidge to the left, and-- "ohhhh that's fucking perfect -- yeahhh -- fuck -- right there --"
You kiss him so hard your teeth bang together at first, but you adjust... there's no more room for words between the kissing and the moaning, and you want it to last foreeeevvvvvver -- and -- and -- fuck! -- it's entirely too soon for you to come, but you can't help it! You can't hold back as the pleasure courses through you. You cry out his name (because he likes that), pounding his fingers harder and faster than before-- and then you flop, your pleasure having been ~released~ into the ether. You lay there, completely dead weight, your face now buried in Joel's neck, on which you plant a kiss. "Joel Joel Joel Joel Jooooeeeelllll," you say, rather gaspily. "That. Was. Awesome."
"It was," he agrees. "You have no idea... I love doin' that to you."
"But why? I mean, you love me, blah blah, yeah, but... like... if it's so hot..."
"It sure is."
"Yeah, well... if you don't get to... isn't it like... totally frustrating?"
"Nope."
"How is it not?? You won't let me... do it to you."
"It's fine."
"But how?!?"
He seems amused by your outrage. "Maybe 'cause... I ain't sixteen?"
"Okay, but... you have a dick," you whisper that last part, as if it's a secret.
"So?"
"So, it gets hard all the time, right? And you don't do anything about it, so... your pipes get all backed up..."
That makes him laugh. "The... pipes get cleaned out as often as they need to. Like I said -- I ain't sixteen."
You should probably let him have his hand back. Then again, he's made no move whatsoever to take it back. "So, when you were sixteen. Assuming you were, once upon a time." You totally can't imagine Joel without his facial hair. (Man, what wouldn't you do to see a picture of cute little teenage Joel?) "How did you stand it? Were you jerking off all the time?"
He chuckles. "Uh... sometimes."
...or ALL the time... "Your dick was your favorite toy?" you snicker. "And now... what, it's old news?"
"It's old, yes."
"Bullshit." You slide your hand down beneath your leg that's still draped over him and feel around for his crotch. He stops you at his belt.
"I can enjoy you without... havin' to..."
"The whole 'sweet torture' thing?"
"It ain't the same as... what you just went through."
" 'Went through,' " you snicker. "Yeah, that was a real hardship."
"What I mean is... guys get used to it. They learn to live with it an' it's no big deal after a while."
"That sounds awful. So glad I'm not a guy."
He chuckles. "Nah, it's fun. Ain't like it hurts."
From what you've heard, it does hurt, so you assume Joel's either downplaying it, or his high pain tolerance helps him out here. "I still don't get why you can do it to me and I can't do it to you."
"I shouldn't do it to you, either."
"Yes you should," you purr. "It's the best thing ever. You said you love it, too."
"I do. I can imagine--"
"...imagine what?" you urge him.
"Nothin'."
"Joel! Come on."
"I shouldn't say this shit to you."
"What? Ohhhh now you have to tell me!"
After a little more cajoling, Joel finally says, "I can imagine... what it will be like someday when we-- if we-- make love."
"...That's it?" You were expecting something a little more... well... obscene? Maybe that's the sanitized-for-innocent-little-Ellie version of his thoughts! "Why shouldn't you say that -- fuck, I imagine it all the time. It doesn't have to be just a fantasy, you know..."
"Oh yes it does."
And you know the 'if' is allegedly for your benefit. Because God forbid you feel like you have to fuck him out of some sense of obligation, someday. Like you might change your fucking mind. But you don't want to argue about that again; you're too content. "Um... do you want your hand back?"
"It's fine where it's at."
You giggle into his neck. "It's all goopy down there, though."
"Maybe you'll... want another go. This way, you won't even have to wake me up, see?"
"Haha! Okay, well, I could totally fall asleep like this." You kind of want to shift your leg down, but you're not uncomfortable. You're sure there's no way you could get all freaky with Joel's hand after he's asleep and not wake him up.
"Go for it."
You sigh happily. "I love you, Joel. Sooooooo much. What would I do without you?"
"Use your own hand, I reckon," he says without missing a beat.
"Nooooooooo yours works much better!" you laugh.
"Good, that means you'll keep me around a while. Seein' as how I'm attached to it an' all."
"Haha -- yep! And you have two of them, even."
"Good to have a spare." He stifles a yawn.
"I felt that," you murmur to his neck. "I'll let you go to sleep now. Really."
"Mm. My work here is done."
"For now, yes. Good night!" You lift your head enough to give him a proper good night kiss.
"G'nite, baby girl."
You should be tired enough to fall asleep now. You really should be. Joel's hand has serviced you well... it's earned some rest...
...but if he falls asleep before you -- which it sure seems like he will -- and it remains in its current location...
No. Get that idea out of your head right now, Ellie.
You need to go to sleep. Like... now.
No, really.
...Really!
Go to sleep... so that you can wake Joel up with a sweet request for a repeat performance. If only you'd known that trick before! It even worked Outside. And since he's trying to boost your confidence and make you all ~comfortable~ sharing your desires with him, he'll never turn you down. You've missed out on so many orgasms that were right there for the taking-- for the asking. From now on, you'll take full advantage of the opportunity to-- --well, maybe half advantage, not full, because you don't want to be too greedy and make Joel regret the standing offer (...at least, that's what you took it to be?). Regardless, you foresee many more orgasms in your immediate future.
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Carlos
Date: 2021-06-14 04:03 am (UTC)RE: Carlos
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