Down the Rabbit Hole (Closed for Biker_Faerie).

[siobhancan99]

(Setting the scene for Biker_Faeri's entrance. I will be establishing the world and playing everyone but Jane. This post is just a very short prompt to give her something to post in to.)

There was a feeling of dissociation. She wasn't real. Her mind wasn't really part of her body. Her consciousness and her physicality were all an illusion. More importantly, she realized in the haze of... something she couldn't quite place... that the connection of the two had always been a lie. Her thoughts had always been outside of her body. In the midst of this existential crisis, she was aware that she wasn't able to move. Not surprising, given her realization of the separation of mind and body. What was stranger, disconcerting, was that she appeared to be in some gray void.

She tried to summon up what there had been before the void. Prague. A golden-haired boy named ... Pavel or something? Prague seemed forever ago. Or maybe a moment. There'd been a bus, some people about her own age (which was what anyway?) Beers, and whispers of something. Mescaline? something she'd never have done herself, but might have been given to her. There was a blur and the sensation of all time and space being a single moment, of every person being one person, of reality being a shared delusion. There'd also been a blond girl throwing up which seemed to be an intrusive bit of reality in a floaty dream.

There'd been lovely Pavel... or Jenck... no it was Pavel. Standing in his pea coat on one of the famous bridges of Prague, laughing and telling her "but none of us are really here."

So... maybe she was high. Drugged on something slipped to her. If she focused, reality would simply reassert itself. Just as simple as that.

First, she concentrated on the fact that she was, indeed real. If she wasn't real she couldn't suspect that she wasn't real. Consciousness can't be an illusion, as it takes consciousness to be fooled.

With that, she could feel herself. She could move. The next step would be to put her foot on the ground. Bring that into sharp focus. When she did, she felt the softness of grass under her booted foot. Looking down the gray fog was replaced by a carpet of grass so green and lush it seemed out of season. She inhaled, shaking off the feeling of dissociation. She looked up and around, the green stretching out for what seemed like miles around her. The sun was overhead, which seemed odd as she was sure it was night when she'd been talking to lovely Pavel (or was it Jan?) Also, Prague was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, rolling hills met a deep blue sky. Fluffy pink clouds the color that you sometimes saw at sunset floated overhead, despite the silvery noon sun overhead. the grass was dotted with brilliant wildflowers. Also wildly out of season. They had to be. She was dressed for Autumn. Darting from flower to flower were scarlet hummingbirds. six winged butterflies floated on the breeze, iridescent wings flashing in the light.

In the distance, she could make out the form of a man, also dressed for fall, perhaps a mile ahead of her and walking towards what seemed to be a distant village on a river. As she stepped forward, she remembered more. She remembered who she was and what she'd been doing before it all went gray. She was....

 

[Biker_Faerie]

In the distance, she could make out the form of a man, also dressed for fall, perhaps a mile ahead of her and walking towards what seemed to be a distant village on a river. As she stepped forward, she remembered more. She remembered who she was and what she'd been doing before it all went gray. She was..

She was Jane Peterson, recently turned twenty two from Portland, Oregon. She'd graduated the year before from the University of Oregon and now she was on a gap year before taking a job with one of the tech giants in Seattle.

She'd been a studious type at university, not much into boys or socialising. A nerd, if you will. But deep inside her there'd always been a desire to see the world.

Her friends had told her that she'd never have another opportunity like this to travel. Once she got on the career ladder there'd be jobs and mortgages to worry about and then marriage, kids and who knows what else. The next chance she'd get was when she retired. If that chance came at all. Who knew these days. So, with some money from her parents and some cash she'd saved from summer jobs, she bought a round the world ticket and set off to follow her dream.

The first destination had been Europe, she'd marvelled at the architecture in London and Paris before being blown away by the splendour of Rome. All the time staying in youth hostels to save money and eke out her meagre funds.

Then she'd partied on the Spanish island of Ibiza in one of its huge nightclubs. That had been expensive but it had only been for a couple of days and Ibiza would always have a special place in Jane's heart. Primarily because it was where she'd lost her virginity. It had been unremarkable experience with an unremarkable German boy called Markus. Nothing more than a fumble really. A quick fuck against the wall and then thank you and goodbye. But for Jane it had been liberating. She was no longer a virgin. She knew nothing about sex but at least she was no longer a virgin.

Prague had been the last stop on the European leg of her tour. Next stop was Malaysia and then Thailand. The warmer weather would be nice as Summer was coming to an end in Europe. She was looking forward to going trekking and to the moonlit beach festivals and perhaps, if she was lucky, to the sun tanned Australian boys she'd heard so much about.

Jane stopped walking and sat down for a moment. She felt light headed and in need of a drink. Water that was, definitely not alcohol. She wondered where she was and how she'd got there. The Czech countryside was certainly a beautiful place but she need to get back to Prague. Her flight to Kuala Lumpar was in a couple of days and she definitely didn't want to miss that. She'd walk to the village and hopefully get an Uber from there. Perhaps the man up ahead might be able to shed some light on where she was.

Jane wasn't concerned. It was adventures like this, journey's off the beaten track, that made the gap year special. She got up and walked at a pace to catch up with the figure ahead. When she got closer she called out.

"Hello. Do you speak English?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw a bundle of grass leap from underfoot. It took a moment before she registered that the bundle of grass was a long haired rabbit, as verdant as the foliage around it. It was perfectly camouflaged in the emerald grass and so it wasn't until she was a few steps past it that she realized exactly what had happened. The alien appearance of the green rabbit, however, didn't really sink in. It seemed a creature of its time and place and so her seeing it didn't seem to indicate that anything was amiss despite its unnatural coloration.

The man ahead of her continued to walk through the grass towards the town ahead. He seemed to increase his pace as she did, keeping a set distance away from her until he paused on the bridge leading into the town. It looked familar, like the Legion bridge in Prague, but it clearly was a replica of sorts. She wasn't in Prague any more. When she asked her question he turned and regarded her. He looked like Pavel... or Jan, or Matias or whatever his name was. For some reason she just couldn't recall. "you know that I do" he said, but he said it in some language she had never heard. Still, despite the words not being any she recognized, his meaning was clear. "Jane, are you ok?" He arched an eyebrow, stepping forward, stopping short of putting his hand on her arm. He let his outstretched hand fall, then smiled. The smile was at once the smile of an angel and a devil, with something sinister or perhaps just mischievous lurking beneath his perfectly beautiful Bohemian face. "Because you seem like you might not be ok."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"Wow... a green rabbit. Now that's something you don't see every day," Jane thought to herself. as she walked towards the town

She was surprised by the creature but not disturbed by it. They had Kangaroos in Australia so why not green rabbits in Prague. Perhaps it was some sort of custom. She'd once heard of an English eccentric who'd died all of his doves pink. Maybe it was something like that.

She managed to catch up with the figure in front of her by the time they reached the bridge at the edge of town. When he turned towards her there was a look of recognition on his face and she thought she recognised him. His mannerisms seemed different though, but that could easily have been put down to being a bit hung over. She wasn't feeling the full ticket herself.

She was still very confused and she wished she had a better recall of what happened the night before.

"It is you, isn't it?" she asked not wanting to use Pavel's name for fear of getting it wrong. "Where are we and how did we get here? And erm, did we, well, you know...hook up last night?"

Jane blushed as she asked the question. She hoped they had. Despite having lost her virginity now, men weren't exactly trampling over each other to get to her. She'd wanted to add another notch to her virtual bedpost before leaving Europe and Pavel looked very sexy. Kind of mysterious and definitely a catch.

 

[siobhancan99]

The man, whose identity seemed so slippery arched an eyebrow "Last night? we just met" for a moment the world swam, they were standing on the Legion Bridge. Prague was all around her. It was night, and not the hot daytime she'd just been experiencing. That vision fled though, and she was back on the strange bridge. "Anyway, enjoy the play Jane. Maybe you can get a part" he offered cryptically. "Though I think you're not going to want to tarry here too long, as you might get stuck here."

With that, he was simply gone. No walking away, just gone. Ahead, she could see a picturesque Czech town, seemingly untouched by the war with buildings that looked no newer than the Victorian era. The people were dressed anachronistically, with dress reflecting the turn of the 20th Century. An old car rumbled along the street, next to horses and carriages. As she stepped off the bridge and into a large space that seemed to be a market, she heard people muttering nonsense at each other as a pair loudly talked in the center of the square, their voices carrying. The whole thing had an air of them projecting like they were on a stage. Suddenly, their conflict seemed to sweep everyone up around her. Everyone began dancing in a complicated dance, singing a song that seemed to have some relation to the fight she just witnessed. The men drew knives and danced at each other in some sort of mockery of a fight, culminating in a single stab wound and then the pair scurrying off, with everyone on the street resuming their business.

In a stand next to her a display of luscious ripe fruit beckoned. Suddenly she was starving, and as she reached for a piece the man in the stall hissed "that's not in the script."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"Who uses the word 'Tarry'?" Jane thought to herself. "And what did he men about getting stuck here? Ok they might not have Uber but their must be a bus or a taxi."

Then Pavel was gone. She can't have been concentrating. She must be tired, hungry and thirsty too. Anyway it would appear that they hadn't had sex, which was a disappointment.

She'd heard about villages in Europe that made you feel as though you'd stepped back in time but this one seemed a bit extreme. She could believe the architecture, even the transport, but the dress? That didn't seem right. Then there was the fighting and the dancing. The whole thing seemed too contrived to be real. Was this the Czech equivalent of Disneyland or Pinewood Studios?. Because it reminded her of a matinee showing of some musical, like West Side Story or Les Miserables, only without the music.

When she picked up some fruit she was surprised when the seller hissed something at her.

"It's ok," Jane replied. "I've got money."

 

[siobhancan99]

The man looked her over, panicked "Put the fruit down and get off the street" he looked around a little "I shouldn't even be talking to you. If they catch me..." he swallowed, then burst into song as another musical number started.

In a nearby alley, a man in modern dress beckoned frantically to her. When she made her way down the alley, she was taken through a door and down the steps into some tunnels. There were rows and rows of costumes of various periods, and people dressed in black clothes moving building facades around. everyone but her guide professionally ignored her. He led her through a room where a number of writers were frantically churning out scripts, and into a large office. There, a man, nondescript, middle aged, dressed in modern clothing sat behind a desk. He was eating a large meal "this is the producer. If you want a part speak to him."

The man looked up "hungry?" he took a big bite of his food, then sat back "I hope you understand that craft services is only for the actors. Or the writers." He moved around to the edge of the desk "We could take you on on a trial basis. See whether you have what it takes. We would feed you and put you up in company housing." He reached back for a bit of fruit, biting into it in front of her and eating. The smell of it was overwhelming, making her hungry. The crispness of it was evident in the crunch of the fruit between his teeth. She could feel her mouth water and her stomach growl "Again, it would just be ... an audition call it."

He set the fruit down and spread his legs a bit as he leaned against the desk. his well-tailored pants revealed the swell of an impressively large cock against the cotton. "I guess the question I have to ask you is, are you prepared to do what everyone knows you need to do to get a part? Or...should we send you on down the road to the next town? After all, we can't have anyone disrupting the play. The audience would be most upset."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The implications of the job offer went straight over Jane’s head.

“I think you’ve misunderstood,” she explained. “I don’t really want a job, I’m just trying to get back to Prague. You see I’m on a gap year and I got a bit lost last night. I’ve got a flight in two days and if I can’t get back then I’m going to have to change it.”

The producer eyed her incredulously.

“But that food looks delicious and I’d do anything for some lunch right now,” she said naively. “I’m starving.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"anything for a bite to eat? Well. As disappointing as it is that you don't feel there's a life on the stage for you..." He hmmms "this uh... Prague of which you speak is a long way away. If you're a good girl and do as you're told, I'll give you a pack full of food and set you down the path to the next town." He stood up, moving in closer... standing in her personal space, looming over her a little bit "So I guess if you want to put something in that hungry mouth of yours, you should get down on your knees like a good girl and put something in that hungry mouth of yours." She could hear the drop of his pants, and he took her hand, putting it on a cock that was nearly but not quite erect. He drew her fingers down the length, letting her feel that he was uncircumcised, then let her hand go, looking into her eyes from his position too close, too intimate and really invasive "So .... are you going to be a good girl and are you going to let me cum across your face? or do you want to walk to Prague without any lunch?"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane was very hungry and she wasn’t good at saying no to people either. She might have been a bit naive but she wasn’t stupid. She knew what the producer wanted.

The trouble was, she hadn’t actually had a guy’s cock in her mouth before. Her girl friends had talked about it though and she tried to recall what they’d said. The general consensus had been that all of their boyfriends expected it. So it wasn’t like, kinky, although not all of her friends enjoyed giving it.

Then she remembered that the thing to avoid was biting and teeth. When the boys came, some of the girls liked to swallow, while others said it made them gag and they’d have to spit it out instead. Nobody mentioned cumming across their faces. But how bad could that be?

Her fingers felt his shaft getting harder and it made her feel good that she could cause such a reaction in a man. She knew she was a bit plain and at that moment she really wished she wasn’t. If she hadn’t have been then maybe the boy on the bridge might have wanted her.

But what if he’d wanted her to get on her knees for him? Better to practise on someone you don’t care about she rationalised. Look at this as a learning opportunity.

Getting down on her knees she came face to face with the producer's cock. It stuck out proudly, almost arrogantly in front of her. It seemed bigger than the one the boy had in Ibiza but then she hadn’t really held that. He’d just stuck it in her without much in the way of foreplay.

Jane held the shaft in one hand and studied it closely. It was thick and veined and pleasingly warm. She couldn’t help touching the producers balls with a finger and she felt his cock twitch when she did. So she cupped his balls in her other hand and heard the producer sigh. A dribble of pre cum appeared from the head of the cock . Her instinct was to lick it up and she tasted the salty, clear liquid for the first time.

Then she opened her lips and let the cock slide between them. The producer cradled the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth.

“Not too bad,” she thought as she took the veined shaft all the way inside, allowing her tongue to tease it as it began to shuttle in and out of her mouth. “I could get used to this.”

 

[siobhancan99]

The producer's hand tangled a bit in her hair as he guided her mouth up and down along his shaft. "That's a good girl. play with my balls." He closed his eyes and subtly moved his hips, the thick shaft sliding through her soft lips as he used her virgin mouth. The hand on the back of her head drew her in, making her move in time with his slow thrusts, "suck your cheeks in." He looked down, then mimicked so she could see "make your mouth nice and tight around my cock like your fucking pussy." His hand was unrelenting, guiding her head in a steady rhythm to start, his hips matching that pace, the head of his cock pushing into the back of her mouth to cut off her air for a fraction of a second before he slid all the way back to her lips. He let go of her head "First time? I thought all you American girls were sluts." He grinned "I should keep you here. Teach you how to please a man. Would you like that? I mean. you got on your knees fast enough."

His hand gathered in her hair again, tugging her down the shaft, setting a little faster pace "Use your tongue. swirl it around the head. Press it to the underside of my cock while I fuck your mouth." He had swelled to a truly impressive girth, and it was hard for her to keep her teeth entirely from the shaft "More lip."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The last thing that Jane wanted was to stay in this village. She needed to get back to Prague. She had a plane to catch after all.

And while she did want to learn how to please a man she would have preferred a younger, more attractive teacher than the producer.

Whatever she was doing to him however seemed to be hitting the spot and she decided to double down on her efforts to bring the situation to a swift conclusion. Then she could get her lunch and be on her way.

She sucked her cheeks tightly around his engorged member and massaged his balls with one hand while she wanked the base of his shaft with the other.

She was definitely having the desired effect…

 

[siobhancan99]

Hips hips rocked a little faster, then he pulled out. He pushed her hand away and started frantically jerking himself off, right there... inches from her face. Suddenly she felt the spurt of it, hot and thick and more than a little nasty as it hit her face, coating her lips and cheek, some of it getting into her still open mouth. A more experienced girl might have questioned if it had been a while, given the volume. He practically painted her face and she could feel it dripping down a bit onto her shirt. He sat back "passable. not the best head in the world but you know. Obviously you got the job done."

His cock twitched, still hard as if ready to go a second round. He looked down at her and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of her covered in his spunk "for the spank bank." he tossed his phone on the desk. "Go out and tell my assistant, Perry, that he's to pack you a sack of food. Don't clean up first or he won't believe you."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The cum tasted bitter. Almost off, although Jane didn’t really know what it should have tasted like like.

It had also gone everywhere. On her face, in her hair, down her top, there were even spots on her khaki travel pants.

The producer hadn’t seemed very appreciative of her efforts. She didn’t really understand why not. She thought she’d done a pretty good job for him and it had certainly delivered the desired result.

When he took a picture of her with his cum dripping down her face she could have died of shame. That hadn’t been a part of the deal . The greater indignity though had been having to walk out of his office with his cum still plastered over her face.

The assistant looked at her with a mixture of astonishment and sympathy.

“He said you would pack me a sack of food if I showed you he’d cum on me,” Jane said, the tears welling up in her eyes.

The assistant looked at her with friendly eyes and handed her a box of tissues.

“Is there somewhere I could clean up?” Jane asked. “And I don’t suppose you’ve got some clean clothes going spare in the props department?”

 

[siobhancan99]

The assistant looked as if this was a daily occurrence and nodded. He gestured "props can get you set up with some travelling clothes, a backpack and whatnot. I'll have craft services give you some food that will keep. You'll want some boots too."

He took her around to a washroom, where she was able to clean herself up. Another assistant came in, offering her a bundle of clothes, and a pair of clean clothes that seemed remarkably similar to what she had on. There was also a pair of hiking boots, thicker socks and a large rucksack. In the rucksack were more clothes, some soap and other sundries, and a large bag of dried fruit and nuts, along with a bag of fresh fruit and some hard cheeses. There was a small baguette as well, but no way to cut it.

The clothes fit as if tailored to her. Someone had a good eye. When she emerged the assistant said "obviously we can't have you disrupting the play. I'll take you to the edge of town and you can take the road. I wouldn't advise going off the road. People get lost."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane bundled the stuff she’d been given into the large waxed cotton rucksack without really checking it. She was grateful for whatever clothes she’d been given and if they fit her as well as the boots and her new hiking clothes then she’d be well pleased.

The assistant led her to edge of the unusual town and, after being warned about the dangers of straying off the path, they parted company and Jane set off in the direction of the next village.

It was only then that she realised she didn’t have a watch on. She must have left in the hostel in Prague. It was only a cheap one. There was no point in wearing something expensive.

The sun was high in the sky however and so Jane knew it was around midday. Plenty of time to get to the next village. She hoped she could get a taxi there.

She stopped and reached into the rucksack for some fruit and happily munched on a succulent pear as she walked along.

This was certainly an adventure she thought to herself.

 

[siobhancan99]

Jane walked... and walked... along the dirt road. When she looked behind her the village had disappeared. So had the river. She was just in a sea of grass and wildflowers and rolling hills. Still, as the afternoon wore on and she ate a few meals, she felt like the sun should have moved, but her shadow was always short, practically non-existent as if the sun were the noon sun.

The clouds moved in the sky, but in a strange circular pattern, as if the same clouds were always in the sky, doing a dance, or perhaps on a carousel of some sort. That feeling that everything was as it should be had fled. She was ... very clearly... not in the Czech Republic. Just before panic could set in, she saw a massive tree up ahead, and beneath the tree was a covered wagon. A tent was pitched beside the wagon, and a fire lit. Something was cooking on a spit and two men sat watching it.

"Better get camped before nightfall young lady" the older one said "You're welcome to share our spot. Might have a spot of rain tonight and the leaves should keep it off you."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It had been a long afternoon. A long day in fact and Jane was beginning to feeli tired. She had a rucksack and some provisions now but she wasn’t prepared for a night’s camping. Where was the village she’d been promised? How was she going to get back to Prague now?

It all became a bit for her and she had a bit of a weep in front of them.

“I don’t have a tent and i don’t know where I am,” she blubbed.

The two men seemed caring and the older one got up and made her a place at the camp fire then poured her some tea

She sat down and told them her story. About how she was a on a world trip and how she’d been in Prague the day before then woken up here that morning. She told them about the village with the play, although not the part about how she’d given the producer a blow job of course.

They looked at her sympathetically.

“Can you help me? she asked.

 

[siobhancan99]

"yes. and no." The older one's smile was kind "You're not where you were any more. In a way you're nowhere. This is a place between places. It's full of beauty and full of sinister darkness as well. It has all things in equal measure. What I can do, is take you somewhere reasonably safe where you can figure out how to get home. One of the advantages of being nowhere is it is connected to everywhere. You just have to see the path."

The younger man cut her some rabbit off the spit, and rummaged through her pack for a few fruits that he felt would go properly with the food. They also dished out some sort of potato-like tuber from a pot, giving her a dollop of butter to go with it.

As they finished preparations for dinner. The clouds came together to form one cloud, and the sun dropped swiftly from its position in the center of the sky to below the horizon. An alien sky full of stars appeared in its stead. So many stars, like someone could see in the farthest places from civilization, where there was no light pollution.

There was a rumble of thunder, and the rain started, but somehow no drops made it through the tree leaves. Instead there was just the soothing sound of rain and distant thunder. The younger man finally spoke "It's going to be OK, Miss." His strong hands found her shoulders, and surprisingly gently he began to rub them. "They say there's a witch who walks the worlds. If you find her, she can take you home." His thumbs worked into her shoulders, and his palms as well, firm but not too firm, working out the knots from carrying the rucksack all day.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The news hadn’t been what Jane had wanted to to hear, but it hadn’t come as a complete surprise either. Deep down, Jane had known that something was wrong, all the older man had done was confirm it. She’d had a bit of a cry, now she would have to deal with it.

Sitting under the big tree with the fire and the stars, and eating a simple meal in the company of these two travellers was comforting.

When the younger man began to massage her shoulders it relaxed her.

“I don’t have a tent, or any bedding,” she told the men. “Could I sleep in your tent tonight?”

 

[siobhancan99]

The older man nodded "you can sleep with Jim in the tent, or with me in the wagon." As they chatted, she discovered that the older man was some sort of merchant and the younger man was his employee.

The younger man moved his strong hands around to her biceps, massaging her arms, then moved to her back. "I'm caught here too, if just for a bit." He said where he was from, but it didn't sound like anywhere on earth "I'm hoping to find the witch in the next town. You should come with me. We can find her together."

The old man shook his head though "getting home is a solitary affair. Enjoy the company you find on the road, but know that each road, eventually forks and you have to take your own side of the road."

He stood up "I'm laying down on the mattress. if you want to sleep out here on the ground in the tent well. Up to you."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The older man went into the waggon and left Jane and the younger man alone. He continued to massage her aches and found herself relaxing in his arms. He was quite good looking really, tall, muscular, though not too muscular.

Jane reached back and touched his arm with her hand.

"That feels good," she told him and he rewarded her with more of the same. Then she felt him gently pull her hair to one side and kiss the back of his neck.

"Will you help me find the witch?" she whispered, trembling slightly.

 

[siobhancan99]

"I'll certainly try. The old man is not often wrong, but I'll walk down the road with you until our paths have to diverge"

His strong hands slid under her shirt along her back, working his thumbs into the muscles that lined the spine. He moved his thumbs side to side, inching up and down along the delve, working the muscles there to try to rob her of the tension she'd accumulated. "It will be nice to have someone to share the search with. Even if it is just for a bit."

His hands continued their knowing touches, and when she didn't seem to be protesting he pushed her top up, but not off, to expose her back. He kissed the back of her neck again, his strong rough hands moving along her sides and back, kneading the muscle or stroking, depending. They sat like this, in companionable silence for a time. "I'm going to go lie down. I'd like it if you joined me but if you want to sleep outside I won't be offended." His hand brushed the side of her breast, then he pulled away. As he walked to the tent she saw him pull off his shirt, revealing a toned torso with a strange tattoo.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane relaxed as he massaged her back. She liked the feel of his hands touching her skin. It was nice to be with someone her own age, especially after what had happened at lunch time.

She watched him walk into the tent and take off his shirt. His body was taught like an athlete's. The tattoo was indeed unusual, but everyone had tattoos these days she thought.

Boldly, Jane got up and walked into the tent. She removed her own shirt and lay down next to him.

"I'd like to spend the night with you," she told him. "But i have to tell you, I'm not very experienced. Well I'm not really experienced at all."

 

[siobhancan99]

"Just lie back and think of England" he joked. "No seriously though its fine. It is one of those things that everyone wants everyone to be expert at, but how can you be if nobody helps you figure it out?"

His fingers slid through her hair, then tangled in it, he drew her in for a kiss, and took his time. He lingered on her lips, kissing her over and over, tugging at each in turn, kissing the corners of her mouth, tracing his tongue along each lip. He slipped it past her teeth to tangle with hers, then withdrew to coax her to chase. His strong hand slid along her back, pulling her bare chest against his. He felt solid, more well built than her Ibiza boy. More interested in her comfort as well. He was unhurried in his movements, running his fingers along her back, pausing at every little mole or scar or what have you, as if seeing her skin through his fingertips and building a mental image of her. He kissed along her neck, sucking softly, then rolled her onto her back "You can stop whenever you need to." He palmed a breast, his fingers rolling and lightly plucking a nipple. He looked down at her, and though she wasn't a great beauty he looked at her like in that moment she might be. One knee pressed slowly up between her legs, applying a gentle but constant pressure to her core through her shorts. "Don't be afraid to speak up if you like something, or don't like something."