CYOA Page 274
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lumy12Blushing in the DARK isn't a bad way to keep my face warm... "You're still doing... your rule. Outside only?"
He chuckles. "We sure broke the hell outta that rule."
It takes you a moment to realize he's thinking of Outside-outside. "Nooooo, I mean... when you're... with your hands..."
"Oh -- that. Yes. ...mostly."
"What do you mean, 'mostly'?"
"You did sort of... move..."
...You mean besides flailing all over the place?! "Move how?"
"My one finger? It was right there. Ready an' waitin'."
That makes you giggle for some reason. "It was? Why was it waiting?"
"It was... waitin' for you."
"For me? Huh. Like... waiting at the door?"
"Mm. That's right -- it didn't wanna come in uninvited."
"So polite!" You're still giggly.
"Yes, well, I raised him right."
You full-on laugh at that. You've heard Joel refer to his dick as a 'he' before, but never any of his fingers. "Well -- okay, but... he should know he has an open invitation." You snicker to yourself at 'OPEN invitation'.
"No he don't. He'll wait there like a gentleman. 'Til you... pull him in, I s'pose."
"Really? So if I... um..."
"You almost did, this time. Felt like he was in the doorway."
"Oh." You feel stupid that Joel has to explain this to you. "I didn't know I was supposed to do that."
"There's no supposed to. It shouldn't even be down there in the first place."
"...Are we talking about your dick or your finger?"
"Both -- but my finger, for this."
"Okay. So if I... put it there, you won't pull it out?"
"My finger, no."
"But your dick..." You slowly start sliding upward...
He laughs. "No." He shifts you back over to his side.
"Wait--"
"No, it's time to move. An' keep your hand up here." He pats your palm on his chest.
You didn't really expect him to let you do it. You don't even know how to do it. You're not even 100% sure you know where the 'door' is, but... thinking back to earlier... you think you know what he's talking about, when he 'stopped in the doorway.' You were feeling really, really fucking amazing, yet you felt like you wanted something more... and you couldn't say what, because Joel was doing everything right. ...Was THAT the 'what'? Wanting to feel something on the inside? "Joel, next time you're in the doorway... just go on in. Obviously you're invited, if I'm... if I opened the door," you snicker.
"Now you're curious," he surmises. "I don't want--"
"I've always been curious!" you assure him.
"All right... still. I don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't!"
"Maybe it won't feel like... what you expect it to."
"I have no idea what it feels like so I'm not expecting it to feel like anything."
"You expect it to feel good."
"Well, duh."
"It might not."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"I don' know... I ain't a woman."
You love it when Joel says things that imply he thinks of you as a woman (it happens so rarely). "Right -- you're not. So you don't know how it feels. You assume it will hurt, but you don't have the right parts -- you don't know."
"I don't assume it. I said I don' know."
"But you're leaning towards 'yes it will hurt.' Aren't you?"
He's quiet for a moment. "I s'pose you're right. The only thing I can compare it to is havin' things shoved up your ass, an' that would be painful."
"...'Would be'? Meaning... you haven't tried it?"
"No, I haven't," he laughs.
"So you don't know that either!"
"...It's a safe assumption."
Personally, you don't think it would feel that great either, but it's fun to give him shit. "I think this is a little different. Just-- next time, consider going in, okay? When you know I want you to."
"The only way I know for sure... is if you do it. Right now, at least."
"Right now?"
"It's all so new. We're still... learnin' each other."
"You mean you're learning me," you say poutily. "You won't let me learn you."
"I will eventually."
I fucking hope so! "Well, I'm teaching you this one -- just go in. If you know how."
"...Know how?"
"Yeah. You know."
"...How to walk through the door?"
"Yep."
"I know how."
"Good, because I don't. I'm just waiting for you to show me. You can't wait for me -- that makes no sense cuz I don't know what to do!"
He chuckles. "I reckon you'd do it on instinct. You started to today."
"I wanted you to come in, I just didn't know it," you tell him, now convinced that it's true. And you're all in on this metaphor. "I guess it sounds easy to you... you know where to go when you step through the door. Right?"
"Uh... I guess?"
"You know what room to go to."
He kisses your forehead again. "You're cute. I think it's more like... a hallway. With a room at the end."
"Okay, fine -- yes, I know it's not like... a bunch of rooms... I mean, I'm not that stupid."
"You ain't stupid at all."
You're glad he thinks that! ...Or that he at least lies about it when he doesn't! "So you know what... er, where... oh! I got it. You can see the hallway."
"I can't see nothin', I'm--"
"You see it by feel, then. Like you're creeping along a wall in the dark. You know where it is."
"...Okay...?"
"You can see it, but if I try to guide you, I might just smash your head against the wall, instead of leading you down the hall."
"Ah. So you're worried about... angles."
"Yeah. I guess?"
"That makes sense. I didn't think of it that way. I still think that you'd... be able to feel your way down the hall, too. Maybe even better than me."
"Better than you?"
"Sure. It's your hallway."
You giggle again. "Maybe, but if I've never walked through it before... ?"
He considers this for a moment. "Maybe I shouldn't be the first one steppin' through that doorway, then."
"What? Who else should?"
"You."
"Me?! You mean like..."
"Yes."
"No, it should be you. What's the big deal? It's just a hallway."
"Uh... well, maybe you'll find you won't want my... my muddy footprints all over it."
"Ha! Yeah right."
"Yep. You can kick me out, if that happens... but now it's too late. It's ruined. Mud everywhere."
"Okay, first of all -- hands don't leave footprints."
"Handprints... that just don't have the same ring to it as footprints."
"Second of all, mud washes away."
"I see. Handprints it is, then -- do you know how hard it can be to get shit off of walls?"
"Shit as in... shit? Or just... anything."
"Anythin'. So now I've just done permanent damage to your hallway."
You laugh. "Except I'll like it that way, with your dirty hands smeared all over it!"
"We'll just have to find out someday."
"Next time, not someday," you correct him.
"You're holdin' me to that, hm?"
"Of course I am! You said it!"
"All right. Let's try an' get some sleep now, yeah? Sounds like it's barely rainin' anymore..."
"Hey, yeah, it slowed way down."
"We're all warmed up now, too. We should put our clothes back on. It'll dry 'em out faster."
"Nooooooooo I wanna stay like this! Please?"
"Well... I s'pose it might be more comfortable, this way..."
"Yes! Definitely! Your skin will keep me much warmer than wet clothes."
"Okay then. I don' much feel like movin' myself."
"Good! You don't have to. Just stay right where you are." You kiss his cheek. "Love you."
"Love you, too. G'night, baby girl."
"Good night, Joel."
You can tell Joel is tired (you caught him stifling a few yawns), and you want to fall asleep pretty soon yourself -- so you can wake up nice and early. Early enough that maybe you can get Joel to come knock on your door again!
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Carlos
Date: 2021-06-03 01:08 pm (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-06-03 01:18 pm (UTC)