CYOA Page 248
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lumy12...and then he swivels around to repeat the process with your other leg, starting at your ankle. You relax. It does feel good. It does. But... but! COME ON JOEL YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOW YOU FUCKING HAVE TO--
He grazes your pubic hair... but then moves up to your belly.
"Jooeellll," you whine.
He looks up at you and smirks. "If I do this long enough, will you push my face in there the way you pushed my hand?"
You giggle at the thought. "No! You can't... want me to do that."
"I can't?"
"No! It's too gross."
"You used to think it was too gross for my fingers, but now--"
"Just don't fucking make me do that!" you groan.
"I won't," he says... not very convincingly. He takes his time settling himself down there, hooking your legs over his shoulders. "Are you cold? I could toss these up over your--"
"Nooooo I don't care! Just... come on, already!"
He gets too hot with the covers over his head, but he could push them all the way up so that your top half is covered and he's not under them at all -- however, that would require him getting out of the awesome position he's just put himself in, and taking even longer to--
"Ohhhh yeah... that's better... thank you..." you purr contentedly when you finally feel his lips and tongue where you've been wanting them. You close your eyes and pulse into his mouth (he doesn't mind; he even says he likes it). Ellie, you are one lucky bitch... how did you get so lucky?!
Before, you felt like you were just about ready to explode on his fingers, but now... you feel like you could let him do this all night. Or until his lips fall off, maybe. When it starts feeling like you're maybe taking too long, though, the waves of pleasure you're feeling are tinged with a little guilt. "Sorry, Joel... you can stop whenever you want..." ...but please don't!
" 'mgood," you think you hear him murmur.
"I don't know what's wrong with me... why it's taking so long..."
"...I could speed it up if I wanted to," he says smugly, pausing his ministrations only long enough to let his lips and tongue form the words, then they immediately resume their prior activity.
"What? You mean like... going inside?" Because he's never done that...
"No... not sure what that would... -No."
"Then what do you mean?" you giggle breathlessly.
"Remember... last time?"
You rack your brain... but nothing obvious jumps out at you. "What about it?"
"Can't tell you... have to show you..."
"So... show me?"
"If I'm right... 'soon as I show you, the party's over..."
"So show me," you repeat with more certainty; you've taken advantage of his generosity long enough -- plus, now you're curious as fuck. "Maybe you're wrong?"
You realize what he's talking about as soon as he starts doing it -- it's a maneuver involving his thumbs... like, parting your 'lips,' while his tongue... oh my GOD-- the pleasure boils up inside you and finally starts to bubble over -- you whimper and moan -- and buck at his face -- and he probably can't breathe with his nose in your clit, and his mouth-- "Holy fucking shit, Joel -- I'm -- omigod -- omigod! -- Joel -- unnhhh -- ohhhhhhh -- oh fuck! Ohhh!"
Bursting with how-the-fuck-can-anything-feel-that-good sensation, you thrust once more at his face and then deflate, completely and utterly satisfied... and you probably have the dopiest fucking smile on your face right now, but Joel loves those stupid smiles, and he's certainly earned one! You feel him nuzzling your pubic hair -- the upper area where it's still dry -- and you know he's wiping his face off there. Probably supplemented with a discreet wipe on one of the sheets or blankets, but you haven't opened your eyes yet, so you don't know. Then you feel him sliding your underwear back on. You don't protest, as you're sometimes wont to do (they're slimy! And you're going to make them slimier!)... because you really don't care. When he finally slithers back up beside you, you hug him as hard as you can, smushing his face into your neck. You can smell yourself on him. Ewww... but who cares...
"I was right," he boasts to your neck.
"I thought... I mean, I remember that, now, but I didn't realize... did it make me come last time? Like that? I think I just thought... it was time? I dunno... how could I forget? And why didn't you do it like... an hour ago? Save yourself some torture," you tease -- because you want him to remind you that--
"It ain't torture."
Yep, that's what I wanted him to confirm for me! "Okay, but..."
"An' it wasn't an hour," he laughs. "Prob'ly... fifteen minutes, tops."
"That's still a pretty long time to not be able to breathe."
"I can breathe just fine." He settles his head on your shoulder. "I love doin' that to you."
"Well, um... thanks," you giggle sheepishly, stroking his hair the way he strokes yours sometimes. "You should let me return the favor..."
"No."
"...please? I really want--"
"No. I didn't do it to... get somethin' in return."
"I know you didn't! That's not why I want to."
"It is why you want to. You jus' said so."
"Well-- obviously it's part of it. I feel like the most selfish bitch ever, using you like that."
He chuckles. "You didn't use me. You didn't even ask me to. I just... did it. So it ain't your fault."
"Uh-huh. I'm just an innocent bystander."
"That's right."
"That's bullshit. Joel... please." You squiggle down a little so you're eye to eye with him. "I'm serious. You know how you said you love doing that to me? Making me feel good? That's what I want to do for you. Because I love you. Not because I owe you or something." ...PLUS I owe you... like, a bunch of times now -- so many that you've lost count, if you're including all the finger times!
"That's very sweet. But you don't have to."
"I know I don't--"
"You don't have to... I don't even want you to. I can't just... you're too young."
"Then... you shouldn't be doing any of this with me at all. If I'm too young. But obviously--"
"It's true. I shouldn't. You want me to stop?"
"No! Fuck no."
"All right then. You know the rules. You said you could live with 'em."
"I can! Just--"
"Sshhh. You know the rules. You can't change my mind. Especially about... that one."
You roll onto your back, stare up at the ceiling, and sigh dramatically. "You're so fucking stubborn!"
He kisses your cheek. "I know. I'm lucky you love me. ...Be right back."
"Where are you going?" You turn and paw at him, but he's already standing up.
"Just to take a leak. Don't go nowhere."
You tuck the covers around you more and get cozy. He doesn't bother putting his jeans on... but he's taking a gun, you note with amusement. You didn't notice when the rain stopped, but it seems that it has, and what you hear now is just the rain dripping off the roof. You will Joel to hurry the fuck up.
...Wait, didn't he just go pee like... right before we laid down here? Pretty sure he did. He usually doesn't go that frequently, and he wasn't guzzling water after that, so...
Maybe he's not going pee. Maybe he's actually doing what you're supposed to do for him!
Anger flares up inside you, but it dies quickly; you can't be mad at the man. Not only because you're still flying high on post-orgasmic bliss, but because you know he's only doing what he believes is best for you. He just doesn't get it. You need to find a way to make him get it. Basic logic isn't working here!
* * * * * *
You're pretty sure you fell asleep before Joel did... that you in fact fell asleep while he was still alternately petting your hair and tracing circles on your arm. He's asleep when you wake up -- just before dawn, when there's a gray haze about everything. You snuggle up against Joel's back, and he rolls toward you... but doesn't fully wake up. He lays there on his back, facing you, snoring softly.
You love watching him sleep. You could do it for hours. ...Okay, maybe not HOURS... that would get kind of boring... but when he's sleeping peacefully, looking so sweet... it's like he's completely at your mercy. You could kill him right now, if you were so inclined. That's how much he trusts you! It makes you love him that much more.
You move away from him slowly, careful not to wake him. Needlessly careful, probably, because Joel seems to have a way of registering your presence even while he sleeps, so that your movements don't startle him. He's told you before that having you close helps him sleep. You sit up, wondering if you can get away with going outside to pee or if you should wait. Opening the door might wake him up, and you don't have to go that bad.
That's when you notice it: when Joel rolled over, he shifted the covers off of one of his legs. Or maybe it was already out there (he does that sometimes. One in, one out... if he gets too warm under the covers). He's still wearing his boxers, but...
...BUT!
You really shouldn't be looking... but you can't help it! Your eyes are fucking drawn right to it! And it's still pretty dark in the room, so you're not exactly sure what you're seeing, but... it seems Joel's leg is not the only part of him that found its way out into the open. Thanks to boy underwear having a flap! (You learned about that flap when Joel finally allowed you to start doing his laundry last year, and its purpose was so obvious that you then felt silly for not recognizing the need for it before) It's still partially obscured from view, though... like it's peeking out of his boxers, too shy to leave the safety of the covers.
You plant yourself on Joel's other side to get a better look. I wonder how hard it is right now... It's not just laying there all passive and soft, but... you're pretty sure it does get bigger than what you're seeing here. What AM I seeing? Shadows... gingerly, you inch the covers off of the area completely, fully prepared to yank them completely back over it should Joel wake up and ask what the hell you're doing. ...He probably wouldn't believe that I didn't pull the covers off in the first place! And you didn't -- you didn't start it, you're just finishing it. You're... helping his dick find the freedom it seems to want. A noble cause!
He doesn't wake up -- and he's still snoring, so there's no doubt. The eerie gray light makes it look... unreal or something. How did it get hard in his sleep? You've asked Joel about this phenomenon before, and he has yet to give you a real answer. Is he dreaming about me? That would be AWESOME. You've also asked Joel if he fucks you in his dreams, and he always says no, but... he could totally be lying, right?
I could just lean right in there and kiss it...
No. You couldn't. Joel would freak out.
...Would he, though? He's asleep. Maybe... maybe this is how I can show him that I AM old enough to do sex stuff!
Joel wouldn't have to feel guilty about it, because you wouldn't be giving him the choice. He wouldn't be saying 'yes' to a teenage girl sucking his dick -- you'd just do it, and he'd like it, and then it would be done. If you've done it once, he may as well let you do it again and again.
Yes! You're going to--
--Wait. Maybe you'd better think this through a little more. Apply Joel-like reasoning: What are the possible consequences? There's no guarantee that he'll go along with your little fantasy; he might get pissed off. What if he gets so mad that he no longer wants to do any sex stuff with you? Maybe he won't even want to share his bed with you!
But... that probably won't happen, right? And this is such a perfect opportunity to show him how grown-up you are!
Ugh... what should I do?
If you suck Joel's dick, turn to page 250.
If you pull the covers back over it and forget the whole thing, turn to page 252.
Carlos
Date: 2021-05-13 12:53 pm (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-05-13 01:51 pm (UTC)...
... or not...