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Page Two Hundred Twenty-Nine

Fucking Joel... I'm not letting him steal this orgasm from me!

You lift your face out of the pillow, but turn away from him, not toward him. You wonder if you can make yourself come without moving anything but your fingers. Legs perfectly still, no heavy breathing or moaning or whatever shit -- I bet I can. Or maybe I can breathe, but like... make him think I'm just going to sleep? You twitch your finger oh-so-slightly on your clit...

You feel his breath on your neck, his hand squeezing your ass... "Keep goin'," he murmurs. "So goddamn hot..."

He sounds serious! The "don't stop" had struck you as sarcastic, but now you wonder if you misread it. "Um... what's hot?" you ask innocently. Just in case he still doesn't--

"You. Touchin' yourself."

--...Okay, yeah, of course he knows! "Well, I wanted you to do it, but you were too tired," you pout. "Now that you're awake, though... awake and interested..."

"Go on... I'll just help," he offers. "Please?"

Whoa... he really WANTS me to! Joel never makes requests like that. Not with sexual stuff, at least. "You'll help?" ...how?

"Mmhmm." His lips brush your ear... his hand is now worming its way inside your jeans (making you very glad you made that possible by unbuttoning and unzipping them!)...

Your finger resumes its motion -- in earnest, after a second -- and you moan a little when you feel Joel's fingers reaching up from underneath. "Mmm... stop--"

"...Stop?" He stops.

"Right there... yeah... keep it like... yeahhh... ohhhhh fuck, Joel, I'm... gonna come soon..." You're rocking now -- literally and figuratively! -- pushing his hand into the bed, shivering pleasantly as his lips and tongue caress your ear. He wiggles his fingers... fuck, why does that feel so good?!?!... and you last a little longer than you expected to, but eventually--

"Mm... nnn... ohhh... ahhhh-- AHHHHHH fffffffffuck, Joel!"

You roll onto your side, your back toward him, and try (awkwardly) to reach back and hug him with your unoccupied arm (well, technically, the other one's no longer occupied, but it's attached to a gross hand). Joel only shifts his hand a little when you move -- and his fingers are touching yours (yep, on the gross hand). You giggle. "This is a weird way to hold hands."

"Bit awkward," he agrees. He's spooning you, except your bodies aren't properly aligned.

You give up on the backwards hug, but twist your neck around to give him a little kiss. "Your turn!"

He chuckles. "Oh no."

"Oh yes! Come on... you thought that was hot, didn't you?" You withdraw your slimy hand, wiping it on your underwear. Joel's not in a hurry to withdraw HIS, though...

"It was hot."

"Well, then?"

"Nope. Too tired."

"Bullshit! Come on... I'll even help you the way you--"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"But I did it for you!"

He laughs. "No you didn't. You were already doin' it."

"Yeah -- so why'd you interrupt me? I know why: cuz it turned you on. Prob'ly more than if I was touching you. Which... is kinda weird, when you think about it."

He finally slides his hand up, bringing it around to rest on your belly. "It ain't weird to... not wannna take advantage of a teenage girl. More than I already have, that is."

You could rehash your it's-not-taking-advantage argument here, but Joel is too fucking stubborn to listen to you anyway. He's determined to believe he's stealing your innocence (even in instances when the alleged innocence is gone -- like this!). He probably enjoyed this so much because... cuz he didn't feel like he was corrupting me! I was doing it to myself, so he couldn't feel like he was 'making' me do anything.

"Ain't you even gonna argue that point with me?" Joel asks, surprised... maybe even disappointed?!

"No. Joel... you caught me, um... -you caught me. I... felt like... well... you know. And you had nothing to do with it. I mean, until you like... inserted yourself in the picture..."

"Inserted my hand, you mean?"

"Yes," you giggle. You wriggle a little, molding yourself to him more properly, and now... yes! He's hard! I knew it! "But you were sleeping, so I was just gonna... you know -- without you."

He shifts, too... under the pretense of getting more comfortable, but you're pretty sure he's just trying to not press his hard-on up against you. "Sorry... I guess I should've just--"

"No! No, it's fine -- I liked that you... God, it was awesome." Feeling a little evil, you innocently scoot down to reconnect your ass with his crotch. "But you know why you liked it so much? Me doing that?"

"Yeah -- I told you. It's hot."

"But do you know why you think it's hot."

" 'Cause... it just is." He scoots his groin away again.

Again! Ha! You don't 'chase' him this time. "Nope -- but that's very eloquent," you tease him. "It's because for once you didn't feel like you were doing something bad. You weren't, like... molesting a little girl -- which is ridiculous, but I know that's what you think -- and this time, you weren't doing that. You were just... I was more like a woman, not a little girl, and I was... you know. It's like... proof that I'm old enough for sex, because it was completely my idea. You didn't make me do it, and you didn't tell me to do it, but I--"

"Yes I did. I told you to do it."

"Pfff. After I already was -- you told me not to stop. Doesn't count. It made you see me as a woman, finally."

"Mm. Interesting theory."

"Theory? It's the truth."

"It's your opinion. I still say it's hot just because it's hot." He nibbles your neck playfully, making you giggle again.

"You can't-- Joel, that's not how it works! If someone asks you what hot means, you can't just say hot. Or, describe cold -- 'well, it's just COLD.' No -- that doesn't say shit!"

"You're cute when you're annoyed."

"I'm not annoyed, I'm just saying--"

"How do you describe cold? How it feels. To someone who's never experienced it before."

"Uh... ... ...okay, bad example. But do you get what I'm saying?!"

"Yes." He kisses your temple. "An' you're still cute."

"Why am I cute now?"

"Because you're sayin' how you're a woman, not a girl, but you're still so innocent that you can't say 'masturbate.' Or even 'touch myself.' Nothin'... just 'YOU KNOW'."

"So? You don't say it either! And before you say 'I just did' -- I mean in reference to yourself."

"Sure I do. I'll say it right now. -Ellie, I ain't gonna masturbate in front of you. It ain't gentlemanly to touch myself in front of a--"

"I did it in front of you!"

"You don't gotta be gentlemanly. Women can do whatever the hell they want an' it's all good."

You snicker. "Bullshit. If that was true, you'd let me touch you."

"That's... I said women. Not girls. Girls need to be protected from the likes of--"

"No we-- no I don't. I'm more of a woman than a girl anyways and you know it. And I already know you're hard so you don't have to keep pulling away from me for my own so-called protection!" You make a big show of aligning yourself with him again, this time wrapping your arm around his leg to hold him firmly in place.

He laughs. "Did it occur to you that maybe I'm scootin' back 'cause it's got a better shot at goin' away if it ain't rubbin' on you?"

"Whatever! I know a better way to make it go away," you coo at him.

"No. We're goin' to sleep now. It's gettin' late."

"But... why did you even do that, if you're not gonna... you might as well have just stayed asleep. Or pretend-asleep."

"I did actually doze off."

"But I was so quiet -- there's no way I woke you up."

"...It wasn't the sound, I don't think."

"Then what the fuck was it? I wasn't even really moving... wait-- don't tell me you can smell it!" Ewwwww--

"It was... a sense. The hotness in the air. That's what woke me up."

You giggle. "That's the most ridiculous fucking thing I've ever heard."

"Guess I have a seventh sense."

"...Seventh? Not sixth?"

"Sixth is for people, remember? People in general. This is different. You get a sense all your own."

"Ooo I like that. I'm special."

"Yes. Very."

You wriggle around a bit so you can kiss him again. "Love you."

"Love you, too. 'Night, baby g--"

"One more thing -- will you do that for me some time? Please, Joel?"

"Do what?"

"You--" --don't say 'you know'! "--I mean... masturbate. Next to me. I think it would be... educational, for me. And you wouldn't have to feel dirty cuz--"

"Oh, I'd feel plenty dirty, trust me."

"--I wouldn't be touching you. Unless you wanted me to. And then as a reward I could do it again. To myself, I mean. For you."

Joel chuckles. "No promises... but if you reverse the order of that? Maybe."

"What -- me first? But then you'd be getting the reward before you've earned it and you could dick me over!"

"Guess you'd just have to trust me."

You do trust him... more than he trusts himself, when it comes to you. He's said so on multiple occasions. Which is just bizarre to you -- you know he'd never do anything to hurt you. But you two seem to have a different idea of what constitutes hurt. You don't dwell on that (or anything else) for long, though; tired and satisfied and infinitely content in Joel's arms, you drift into dreamland only a few minutes after your final good nights are exchanged.

If Joel masturbated after you fell asleep, you'll never know -- apparently you don't have a seventh sense.



THE END



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Comments

carlos

[(Anonymous)]

this was a little fun... but I know that you always going to put Joel not wanted to do a few things with Ellie because her age. That is way I always make sure that Ellie is 18 wen they do something sexual or have sex.

Re: carlos

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He does mess around with her some in this "book," but he's good for the most part. I don't think it would make much difference if she's 18 though, really... still too young & innocent. But at least it's... more legal?