The Bunhead and the Bad Boy

[SweetAsSuga]

As the pavement faded away beneath her feet, Grace felt as if she were floating on air. The early morning was a blur to her, a vague memory clouded with a gauzy haze. She'd gone through her one-on-one lesson with Madame Claudette in a haze, certain that had not retained an ounce of what the woman had said. Even Sasha's normal catty remarks at breakfast had not dampened her day. Grace was in far too good a mood to let anything or anyone ruin her morning.

After Carson had left, Grace had lain in bed, snuggling into the sheets still warm from his body heat. With Pascal, the poor forgotten unicorn, tucked up against her, Grace had fallen asleep with the delicious memories of that night dancing through her head and a smile on her lips. She had woken up with that same smile and it had yet to leave her as she ran towards the park and Carson's arms.

Rounding the corner, Grace began to slow, the muscles in her calves burning as she neared the five mile mark of her run. The smile widened, if that was even possible, as she noticed Carson leaning up against the sign that had brought them together, his eyes closed, hair mussed, and his chest rising and falling with each deep breath of slumber. Slowing to a walk, Grace approached him quietly, not wanting to disturb such a lovely image. Bending at the waist, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead before settling down on the ground and nestling herself into the curve of his side.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." Grace whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe gently. Her hand found its way beneath his shirt and rested, softly, against his stomach. Trailing soft kisses along Carson's jaw line, she breathed in the scent that was distinctly Carson. It was intoxicating and Grace could feel herself drowning in the desire that was quickly flooding her. As if of its own accord, her hand snaked towards the top of his pants, easing its way beneath the band of his boxers until it found the object it sought. Pressing herself firmly against him, her breasts squashed against his side, Grace began to slowly stroke Carson. Her palm flat against his cock as she rubbed him slowly. She could feel him responding to her touch, feel his cock waking as Carson lay there with his eyes still closed. Grace wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not, but it didn't really matter. Sooner or later he would open his eyes and she would be able to properly thank him for the smile he had placed on her lips.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Stopping at a mossy stump, Carson stopped to catch his breath through the moist air of the forest. He unhooked his pack long ago, and now dropped his sword & bow thinking he could return for it if it makes keeping up with the fae possible. Somewhere up ahead he was sure he could hear the giggle from the little pixie as it ducked between the branches. He dragged himself to his feet, hiked up his tights, straightened his sleeveless tunic, and took up the chase again. At first he only saw glimpses of her dressed in fairy white cloth that seemed lighter than air. He spotted her gossamer wings so thin they were nearly transparent. When she ran through the thick forest, it was as if she never left her toes, and she seemed so weightless that the it was if the wind was carrying her most the time. As hardened as a hunter he was, he seemed at no point able to catch her, until he nearly gave up hope and she would appear to him again.

When he spoke, the language sounded in his mind way too colorful that he was capable of saying. “If thine never would have seen such a creature,” he recited, “then never would I need to hope to one day catch her. It would have been better if I could unsee thee, pixie.”

“Believe me,” said the unicorn that seemed to appear next to him, “there are things one cannot unsee.” With that it moved off into the woods and faded from existence.

With a blink, the white clothed pixie appeared just over the hill, and the chase was on again. As he reached the top of the hill, he struggled to keep his balance. Carson’s bare feet slipped on the muddy path, until they hooked into a root and sent him face first into a bed of fern. He groaned in pain from places he had little idea where they came from, and rolled onto his back. His eyes closed gritting the unknown agony down. Until a voice brushed across his ears:

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

He felt the kisses light from the pixie against his ear. He felt the pressure of her hand on him as the pain emptied away. He felt her breasts touch his sides. He felt the warmth from her in the cool forest air. He felt surrounded by light and happiness as this pixie touched him. The one he ran after to catch has now caught him, a fate he was happy to face.

As his eyes opened, the sensations from the dream merged with the waking world. Slowly, Carson began to realize the familiarity of the kisses in the dream was due to Grace’s own lips. The way her body pressed into him, warm from her run, blanketed him with additional heat. As he looked into the blue pools of her eyes, he felt the blood rush through his whole body at something so sweet to wake to.

That’s when he became acutely aware of her hand. He looked down to what she was doing down there, then back up with eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. “You little pixie!” he teased.

His hands slide around to cup her bottom through very tight pants, and he pulled her body against him harder. His lips found hers, kissed her softly at first until he felt his hunger grow with his member in her hand. He was awake enough to know this wasn’t a dream, that they were very much in public, and she was pretty cheeky to be as bold as she was; but at this point all he cared about was touching every part of her body while she touched his.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Grace moaned into the kiss, biting down softly on Carson's lower lip. Being seductive was not in Grace's nature. Sure she knew how to be seductive in a dance, allowing the music to dictate the fluidity of her movements. But this, being with Carson, this was all too new. She felt out of her element, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to at least try.

Emboldened by his response to both her touch and kiss, Grace let her fingers wrap gently around Carson's growing erection as her tongue swept across the lip she had just bitten. Her body pressed tightly against Carson's, his hand holding her in place as he cupped her butt, the heat of his palm radiating through the thin material of her tight running pants. She could feel her body responding to him, to the way he caressed her. Grace couldn't help the groan of pleasure as her tongue met his in a passionate kiss. Her breasts ached, her hard nipples pressing against her tight, peach colored sports bra.

"Come with me," she whispered, breaking away from the kiss. Instantly her body felt the disconnection and begged for her to continue. She stood, ignoring her body's pleas, her hand slipping free of Carson's shorts as she pushed herself up. "I want to show you something." She held her hand out, the one that had not just been wrapped around his erection, and helped him to his feet.

Emboldened by the lust that was steadily growing inside her, the lust that drove her to make up for eighteen years of celibacy, Grace led Carson towards the woods that surrounded the park. Tucked back in the trees, barely a two minute walk from where the couple stood, sat a small maintenance shed. It wasn't much to look at really. Just a small shed large enough to hold the equipment the grounds keepers needed to keep the park looking nice. But it wasn't the shed that Grace wanted to show Carson, it was the secluded little area directly behind the building. An area completely hidden away from prying eyes where an amorous couple could do as they wished without fear of being caught. Well, without much fear.

Reaching the small clearing behind the shed, Grace finally allowed the full fire of her desire to consume her. Their actions the night before had been nothing more than a tease to Grace. It had whet her appetite for more, to feel and do more. Grace wanted to be the woman she was and not the girl that many believed her to be.

And now was the time to do it.

The world disappeared as Grace pressed Carson up against the rough wooden wall of the shed, her lips seeking his in an embrace that could only be described as primal. The prima donna gave in to her baser instincts, allowing them to control her movements. Thought was not necessary. Instinct was all that mattered.

Her lithe body trapped his, every curve of her molding to his. Her pelvis pressed against Carson's, grinding into him, feeling the desire that sparked between them. She had thought about this long and hard as she drifted to sleep, cocooned in sheets that Carson had left still warm. She knew what she wanted now, what she needed: Him. Nothing more and nothing less. She just needed Carson - mind, body, and soul. At that particular moment, it was his body that Grace was more interested in. Or, perhaps, more specifically, what his body could do to hers.

With her breasts pressed against his chest, Grace was certain Carson could feel how hard her nipples were. As it was, they ached as the rubbed against the cool fabric of her bra. The ache only grew as Grace deepened the kiss, tilting her head back, her fingers tangled in Carson's hair. Lungs burning with the need for air, Grace pulled back briefly, just enough to catch her breath before claiming Carson's lips once more.

The hunger inside her was insatiable and, no matter how close she got to Carson it wasn't enough. Grace wanted...no she needed more. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, feeling the way his muscles moved beneath her fingers. She pulled at his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, barely breaking the kiss as she tossed his shirt to the ground. The bare flesh of her stomach pressed against his. Still it was not enough.

Where had this wanton woman come from? This woman whose appetite for Carson and his body was unending. Grace didn't know, but she was liking this new woman. This woman who was unafraid of going after what she wanted. This woman who was not afraid of her sexuality or of wanting what she wanted. A woman ruled by the desires of her flesh.

She could feel Carson's hands on her, burning her skin wherever he touched. She knew where she wanted those hands and, with the lust coursing through her veins, she wasn't afraid to let Carson know. Leaning back, breaking the kiss, she quickly tugged her sports bra up over her head. She paused, a brief moment of uncertainty filling her as Carson's eyes wandered over her naked torso and the gentle swell of her small breasts. Beneath those breasts, Grace's heart pounded as the reality settled in and she felt Caron's gaze drinking her in. Suddenly, the brazen woman who had possessed her disappeared, a puff of smoke in the wind, and Grace stood before Carson, her breasts rising and falling with each rough breath.

"Well," she said, her voice husky and rough as her eyes met his, "what do you think?"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Where had this wanton woman come from? No, where did this hungry beast come from.

What was no more than a few hours ago while making out on the dock, Grace was shy and tentative. It was part of the reason he fell for her. But there was nothing, Carson was going to complain about the new Grace.

She had him forced up back against the shabby shed like a predator who captured her prey. Her hands were moving over him in a manner that felt as if he was a piece of meat. She pulled off his shirt in the manner that almost felt like the girl was going to rape him. Her lips kissed hungerly at his, her tongue was less dancing with his as it was attacking it. She forced her body against his so that every inch of her pressed into him until not even a breath could get between the two.

Some guys probably wouldn’t like this.

Carson was eating it up.

With her feeling him up like a back alley whore, he had access to slide his hands all over her athletic body captured in all that tight cloth. His hands ran from high on her sides right near her sports bra right on down to the lycra covered ass. About the only place he couldn’t reach were those firm breasts she drove into his chest, but he could almost picture them from the way they felt through her top. She was light as a feather in his arms, and with every touch of her body against his he was driven hotter and hotter.

Then it all stopped, and once more he felt like she was going to call it off again right when he was losing control. But like what happened on her bed last night, she took it forward.

When she pulled the sports bra over her head, his eyes shamelessly went right to her breasts. They lay smooth and firm across her chest matching the fair skin of the rest of her torso. They were topped with sweet berries that were as erect as his member.

“Well, what do you think?” she said pulling his eyes up to hers.

He couldn’t speak, caught between heaving breaths. Mouth agape he smiled from the display in front of him. She was beautiful. She was sexy. She was angelic, engrossing, and magnetic. Carson was too far in awe of her to even answer, so he just acted.

He grabbed her hips, spun her around to put her back against the shed, the lifted her hands above her head so he could hold his body against her as he dove in for a kiss. Immediately, her bare breasts pressed into his chest, and it was like two balls of fire against his skin. He spent little time at her lips and began kissing his way over her neck and down to the top of her chest. His hands slid down her arms, stroking every lean muscle on the way to her rib cage. Kissing her skin lightly, he left a trail of moisture down her neck, onto her sternum, until finally his lips climbed one of the firm beauties she lay exposed to him. His lips quickly found a perk nipple and began sucking it into his hot mouth. His hands encircled both breasts as his mouth worked on their peaks, kneading them and enticing any more feeling from her.

But as eager as he was to reach those bare breasts with his mouth, his desire was pushing his travels further. While his hands continued to work her breasts, his lips moved below them and kissed down the warm sweaty stomach to her navel. Only when he reached the top of her pants did he move his hands from her breasts. Without even looking for permission, his fingers slide down her torso to the waistband of her pants and the panties beneath, and gripped them before starting to pull down what was left of her clothing. Seeing that much of her, he wanted to see more, he wanted to see it all - and for that matter kiss every bit as well.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Her body was on fire. Every touch of Carson's fingers, every brush of his lips against her skin, his tongue against her taut nipples, it sparked something within Grace that she knew she'd never recover from. Goosebumps rose on her alabaster skin as he took possession of her body. The rough wood rubbed abrasively against her tender back. Grace didn't doubt that she would have scratch marks all over her back, but she didn't care. She barely felt the splintering wood as Carson pressed himself firmly against her, squashing her breasts against his chest. A deep, primal moan came from her parted lips as she felt his warm skin against her nipples. The fire inside her heated to an inferno at the touch. Her hands above her head, Carson holding her there, keeping her prisoner no matter how much her hands ached to touch him.

"Carson..." she breathed his name, her voice husky with the desire that had settled deep inside her.

No sooner had he started to lavish attention on her breasts then his mouth traveled lower, his lips pressing against her stomach with a tender hunger. Grace's body trembled at the feelings he was inciting within her. She had never felt such a yearning as she now felt for Carson. She wanted his touch all over her body, she craved his lips against hers. Unable to take the overwhelming sensations, Grace's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her heart hammering beneath her naked breast. And the inferno that blazed in her hidden depths was enough to drive her insane. Grace couldn't think, her mind a blank as she gave herself up to the blissful torture of Carson's touch.

Biting her lip, Grace's eyes flew open as she felt the air brushing against her naked sex. Lost in the pleasure of Carson's touch, Grace had not realized just how far south he had traveled, she had not felt the tight pants being pulled down her legs. She gazed down at the top of Carson's head as he studied the tangle of golden curls between her legs. Curls that were quickly growing wet with her arousal. Grace could feel the wetness between her legs, a stickiness that was not entirely unpleasant. Her arms trembled as she lowered them, her shaking hands running through Carson's hair as he knelt before her.

This was all so new to her. Grace felt like the proverbial fish out of water as she watched Carson. Her mind churned as she tried to figure out what to do next. Thank god her body knew exactly what to do. Running purely on instinct, Grace's legs parted.

"Please," she whispered pleadingly, "please, Carson, make me come."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Grace now stood naked in front of him. Her bare hips, the curve of her mons, and even the dusting of golden hair presented itself in front of him. Pulling her legs free of the pants, he couldn’t stop staring at the treasures only his hand had explored before now presented in front of him. His touch slowly moved up her toned legs until the found the tight roundness of her bottom. As she moved her legs open for him, the tips of his fingers falling between her thighs could feel the wetness she had brewed in anticipation. As sexy as he found her, this was the most sexy she had ever been to him.

”Please, please, Carson, make me come.”

Her words pulled his eyes up to her, and immediately her need was there on her face. He looked back at her sex, and paused. From where he knelt, from the way he tasted her down her body, one way to answer her plea was something he had never been keen to do. Considered, asked for, but never performed. But what was stopping him.

He dove right in, face first. His mouth open so his bottom lip landed right on her labia and as he sucked in the lip dragged against her little clitty. Immediately, his mouth filled with the taste of her sex. Expecting something akin to tasting other bodily fluids, he found himself interested in gathering more. He pressed into her open mouthed again, and her wetness rubbed against a reluctant tongue on the top of her cleft. She was slightly tangy, slightly salty, but slightly sweet too. Once more he pressed his open mouth into her mons, but extended his tongue to press up against her clit. He moved his tongue to split her small lips and dig for more of her honey, and he was not disappointed.

His hunger turned up as he grew to enjoy the new found talent. He reached for the back of a thigh and pulled her leg so it could drape over his shoulder. It opened her up more, giving his tongue better opportunity into her opening, and he began using it to push into her. His nose tickled against the downy pubis. He felt his lip and teeth play against her button. He danced his fingers along the crevice of her bottom tempted again to see if he could bring out more feelings from her body from there. He started in just trying to fulfil her wish to come, but now he was becoming utterly selfish, intent only now in getting her wetter and tasting all she could give him.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The breath caught in Grace's throat as she felt Carson's tongue against her, his mouth seemingly trying to devour her right there. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, pounding against the rough wood of the shed as he attacked her with all the, undoubtedly, pent up sexual frustration he'd felt since they had first met.

"Oh god," she groaned as her body tensed, her stomach clenching as her eyes fluttered close and she gave in to the sensations of his tongue and lips against her virginal opening. This was even better than the way he had used his fingers on her the night before.

Her hands moved as if they had minds of their own, reaching out to Carson and tangling in his messy hair. She pulled him closer, desperate for him to touch every inch of her sex.

A gasp broke from her parted lips as Grace felt Carson pull her leg up and over his shoulder. The movement serving to open her up further to his greedy mouth and increase the pleasure that pooled in her core. How could something that, on paper seemed so odd, bring someone so much pleasure? Grace's fingers tugged at Carson's hair, pulling him ever closer, in her desperation for more. More of his tongue. More of his teeth scraping in that painfully erotic way over her clitoris.

The world slipped away and time stood still as Grace gave herself over to the bliss of the moment. With her eyes closed, every other sense seemed to heighten and she could feel every brush and every nibble and Christ it was driving her insane. Her right leg trembled, fighting to hold her up despite the way Carson's mouth was making her weak-kneed.

Every touch of his hands sent a fire coursing through her and ignited an insatiable hunger for more. Having never been one to give in to such animalistic desires, Grace felt trapped in a whirlwind of lust and desire with no way of escaping. But did she really want to escape? The feelings that Carson sent shooting through her lithe body were like nothing she'd ever felt before and Grace never wanted them to end.

Her heart pounded roughly beneath her breast, the beating so loud she could hear the pulse vibrating in her ears. In the distance Grace could hear a soft, keening noise like the mewling of a kitten. So lost in her desire, it took a moment for Grace to realize that the sounds were coming from her own lips.

"Don't...stop..." she panted, her hips moving of their own accord to meet each thrust of Carson's tongue. The tension was building inside her, every nerve standing on end, a tight clench in her abdomen that sent electricity shooting throughout her body and settling in her core. Grace's body began to shake, a familiar feeling from the night before, but the intensity that much greater.

"Carson...I'm going to...oh god I'm going to come." Grace's head fell back as she gave herself up to the waves of pleasure that coursed over her.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Unlike the night before, he was focused just on her relief, and also this relief was just a simple rub with a finger. He remained aggressive to bring his little dancer to a climax just to taste and feel it against his mouth. As he continued to pulse his tongue into her flesh, he had more than ever became acutely aware of her virginity. Each test of her opening found the barrier shallow and still stubbornly intact. Yet it didn’t hold back the flooding of her excitement from deep in her body, which only stood to increase his.

Once he started to feel the shake in her body, he knew he had her close and focused on her little clitty. His tongue attacked the nub and brought her up to the finish. His hands gripped her buttocks, in part to pull her into his mouth and to steady her body. When her cries acknowledged what he was doing to her, he sucked on her sex pulling the overflow of her orgasim into his mouth as he tasted her sweet relief.

As it passed over her, he pulled back surprisingly winded from his exertions. She, though, was weak kneed and still rattled through her pleasure. He slid her leg off his shoulder, then slowly rose to this feet always keeping his hands on her body to keep her still. Once his legs were under him, he leaned into her to keep her steady while pressed between his own body and the wall behind her. It was an amazing feeling, having this naked girl in post orgasmic bliss pressed up against his own self. Her hardened nipples digging into his bare chest. Her hot abdomen grinding into his. Even his swollen hardness held back by his board shorts find a home in the quivering nest at her hips.

At eye level, he took a moment to wipe his mouth clean of her juices, then kissed her softly on her lips to revive her, to see if the climax had literally did her in this time. Yet also, it was the least he could do, a kiss of thanks for letting this beautiful creature allow him give her more than just what a dumb skater boy could do with his fingers. He reached up, burshed a sweaty strand of hair from her face and smiled.

“Sorry if you didn’t like it.”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The tenderness of his touch and the gentle way he held her body against him amazed Grace, such a contrast to the primal actions he had performed on her only seconds before. She tilted her head, allowing him better access to her mouth, her lips parting as his tongue brushed against them. She could taste herself on him. The brush of his tongue against hers, soft yet demanding at the same time was intoxicating and she could not stop the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins.

Her body had just reached the highest of highs, and yet, Grace was not done. She craved more. Her body demanded it, screaming out for Carson to touch and caress and kiss every last inch of her. Too soon, Carson pulled away, his hand gingerly brushing a loose strand of her hair – which surely looked a wreck at that moment – behind her ear, the brush of his calloused fingertip making her shiver in anticipation.

“Sorry if you didn’t like it.” His words caressed her skin as he leaned in close.

Grace couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in her throat.

“Didn’t like it?” She said, still fighting to regain control of her breath. She laughed softly, her hands cupping his face and pulling him closer. Her lips brushed his teasingly. “That was the single most spectacular feeling I’ve ever had.” There was no trace of teasing in her voice as she spoke to him, her words utterly sincere. “I’m beginning to understand what all the fuss is about.” She smirked, thinking of what Jenna would say next time they talked.

Grace could feel Carson’s erection pressing into her and she knew that it wasn’t fair for her to be the one to receive all the pleasure from their little encounter. However, she knew time was growing short and she needed to get back to the academy before she was tardy for her next class.

Pressing a chaste kiss to Carson’s lips, Grace reached down and gave his erection a gentle squeeze.

“I have to go.” She whispered, reluctant to part from Carson. Slowly she shifted out from his hold, her body protesting the entire way, and began retrieving her clothing. “Meet me outside the dorms tonight?” She asked as she pulled on her sports bra, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” The devilish grin on her lips a sign that she would, most definitely, be ready to return the favor.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Granted, Carson was sporting a hardon the size of Florida, and it would take an act of God to keep him from having to ‘head out back to chop some wood’ pretty soon. Yet watching the dancer start to go from naked to clothed back behind the park shed in the green woods was a thing of beauty. She remained as graceful and as beautiful as when she was walking around, dancing at the club, or spring around in a leotard. Her hair was a little disheveled, her skin was shades red then every other minute he had known her, but it was still her as always - except completely exposed in front of him. Leaning back against the shed to watch her, he couldn’t help to just want to do that forever, watch her move naked like the fairy creatures in those old time paintings dancing about in the trees., She had the sports bra on first, leaving the rest of her sexiness exposed as she scrambled to become ready. He wanted this to last forever, and that gave Carson an idea.

“Wait,” he called, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her body against his before she had a chance to pull the yoga pants back on. He fished his phone from his pocket, pulled her tight up against him, and lifted the phone up to do a selfie of them together. He arranged the screen to be quite innocent. You couldn’t see much on the screen below their neck, but they were both in the shot together sweetly. “Just give me this to remember, our first as a couple.” To someone looking at it, she clearly had her top on and he almost didn’t look shirtless - it was too much of a close-up. Yet he couldn’t help to remark, “Let’s just keep it a secret that you are practically naked.”

With that he gave her a playful pat on the soft rump to finish dressing under his watchful eye and send her on her way.

…

When he found his bed in his Aunt’s house, Carson was out faster than a guy with a glass chin in a heavyweight boxing match. The last 18 hours had seen him go on a first date, get in a fight, get arrested, get a handy from the cutest girl in the world, then somehow find the strength to learn that he liked the taste of her ambrosia. Sure, he was still quite turned on, but it all added up to the point where there just wasn’t anything left in him. He slept for hours, dreaming of pixies and fairies and other naked cherubs dancing in the woods. Finally as the heat from the late summer day woke him in a pool of his own sweat, he turned over to check the phone still in his pocket.

It wasn’t long before he opened up the picture that he took that morning. ‘Their first as a couple’. She looked absolutely beautiful in the well cropped pic. Smiling, slightly shocked, flushed, but … content. In the short time he knew her, she had come a long way from the girl that cried from the stress of her dance audition. Her body had come alive when he held her in his hands, and touched her where none had done before. The sensual creature beneath her fears was breaking through with every moment they spent together.

Yet he also was amazed by his own face. At first he hated the way he looked, smiling like one of those dumbass douchebags in the movies. Yet he knew that he wasn’t just being some jackass finding a new baby mama. That’s when it hit him. This was what it was like. This is what happens when you are really dating someone, not just fucking around. Being around Grace made him happy, and that’s why he was smiling. Why not, really. She was fun, smart, cute as hell, and she laughed at his jokes. He felt lucky she was his girlfriend.

Still, staring at that picture and knowing her cute bottom was bare brought back his hardness. His hand snaked down to his shorts, slipped under the waistband, and took a hold of his rod. He kept staring at her smiling eyes and felt the heat in his blood rise up.

His only hope was a distraction, so he thought to distract her.

He flipped the phone to send a text to her and wrote:

“Literally Can’t wait for tonight.”
“I so want to put my hands on your hard body that they kept going to my body where its hard.”
“Want to know what part?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"And four and five and six and seven." Madam's cane beat the staccato rhythm of the music, keeping the dancers in time. "Very good, Sasha, nice soft hands. Excellent extension, Grace." Madam Claudette moved about the room, her eagle eye missing nothing as the ballet dancers moved about the floor. The music echoing off the hardwood floor masking the light steps of the dancers as they bounded across the studio.

"And one and two and three." Madam moved about, correcting each girl's form as she passed. "Heads up ladies! You are graceful swans not knock-kneed clowns."

A titter of giggles floated through the air at Madam's words. The French lilt of her voice giving her admonishment a humorous edge. The stern woman did not find it amusing, however, and quickly rapt the butt of her cane on the floor. "Enough." She barked, holding herself ramrod straight. The giggling died instantly and every eye in the room was focused forward, each girl mirroring Madam's perfect posture.

From her place towards the back of the studio, Grace took two deep breaths, steadying herself and focusing on calming her rapid heart beat. Her morning had been a whirl wind of classes, each one a struggle to get through as her thoughts were never far from Carson. Even now her thoughts were turning from Swan Lake to the little shed in the woods, the feel of the rough wooden planks behind her back and the caress of Carson's tongue between her thighs. The way that he...shaking her head, Grace forced herself to focus.

"Wonderfully done, ladies." Madam Claudette's voice broke through the fog of Grace's thoughts. So consumed by her memories, Grace hadn't even realized that class had ended. Moving towards her bag, she dug through for her cellphone, anxious to see if Carson had texted her. A bright smile tugged at her lips as she saw he had texted her, a smile that was quickly replaced by a blush as she read the text.

"Oh my." She muttered, quickly turning her phone so that nobody could see the naughty things Carson had written. Her heart beat rapidly as she pictured him, sitting on his bed, typing out the message. The blush deepened until her whole body burned with the heat of it and she had to put the phone down and fan herself. She had a lot to figure out before he came over; like how she was going to repay his earlier generosity.

****​

"I need you to tell me everything you know." Grace sat on her bed with Pascal the unicorn tucked in her lap and her laptop open in front of her. Jenna's face stared back at her, grinning widely with a devilish glint in her eye.

"Please tell me you're being serious." Jenna pleaded with her friend, "Please, please, please."

"Of course I'm being serious. I need you to tell me how to...you know..." Grace couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud.

"I'm not gonna tell you if you can't say it." Jenna admonished her, sitting back and crossing her arms.

Alone in her room, Grace couldn't help but feel that someone could hear her if she spoke too loudly.

"Give a blow job." She whispered, her face flushed as Jenna hooted with laughter.

"Oh my god I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth. I can now die happy." She fell back in a fit of giggles and, though she knew Jenna wasn't looking at her, Grace scowled.

"Can you please be serious for one second. I really need your help." Not one to beg, Grace was at her wits end. After classes she had spent the better part of the afternoon researching how to give a blowjob, which had resulted in an afternoon of reddened cheeks as she flipped past porno site after porno site.

"Okay, okay." Jenna sat up, wiping tears from her eyes. "Serious face now." She pulled her features into a harsh scowl that caused Grace to giggle.

Hugging Pascal to her chest, Grace scooted so that she was sitting up straight against the pillows. "Teach me everything you possibly know. I want Carson to know that I'm not afraid to, you know, 'repay the favor.'"

"Oh my little Gracie is growing up so quickly. Makes this momma so proud."

"I'm logging off if you can't be serious." Grace threatened with a frown.

"Okay, all joking aside now." Jenna sat up a little straighter. "Let's start with the basics. Do you have like a banana or something to practice on?"

"I swiped it from the cafeteria earlier." Grace held up a bright yellow banana and tried not to blush as Jenna walked her through the dos and don'ts.

****
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Pacing her room, Grace tried to keep her nerves in check as she waited for Carson to arrive. She had spent over an hour on Skype with Jenna learning the finer points of oral pleasure and was anxious to see if she had learned correctly. Grace had taken special pains to make herself presentable for their...could one call this a date? Well, she did have plans other than simply pulling Carson into her room and mauling him, so, Grace supposed that tonight could count as a date. She wore a pair of skin tight jeans that emphasized the soft swell of her hips and a grey t-shirt that had a neckline that dipped far lower than Grace was used to. Her hair was done in a simple braid that hung over her shoulder. All in all the look was one of comfort with a hint of, Grace hoped, sexiness.

Finally her phone buzzed, alerting her to the fact that she needed to get outside to meet Carson. The night she had planned was simple enough, she could only hope that Carson enjoyed it.

She waited on the steps out front for him and a bright smile broke across her face as she watched him glide through the gate on his skateboard.

"Hey there stranger." She greeted him with a soft kiss, wrapping her arms around his body and pressing close to him. Would she ever get tired of the way her body molded to his? Pulling back she smiled up at him.

"I've got a great night planned for us." She said, her fingers twining with his. "Follow me."

****​

"Tada, what do you think?" Grace flung her arms out as she spun to face Carson. Behind her, the skate park was all but deserted. A handful of hardcore skateboarders were finishing up their runs on the obstacles spread throughout the concrete playground.

"I figured, since our first real date was doing something I liked, that tonight we'd do something you liked." Tugging at the hem of her shirt, Grace tried to gauge Carson's appreciation of her date idea. "I thought maybe you could teach me a thing or two and then later," a devilish grin tugged at her lips as she sidled close to Carson, her hands resting on his stomach and trailing slowly downwards, "maybe I can show you a thing or two that I learned earlier."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson wondered if this what it was like to be high. Not that he’d ever touch the stuff, you wake up at 5AM to hit a public beach and you would see things that would make a hippie born-again. Yet, he couldn’t help but to wonder. He had his feet on the skateboard, riding along the sidewalks on the way to the academy as if in a daze. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and the leaves on the trees rolled in the summer breeze with just the lightest of rustles. He could smell flowers, he could hear music, he could sense just good things in ways that he really didn’t understand. He was happy in ways he never knew he could be, which was just different and new for him.

Of course, he had reasons to believe why he was so happy. He slipped in a long nap after falling asleep with his phone open to their selfie. When he woke, he took a nice long shower, making sure to even use his aunt’s stinky soaps. The usual board shorts, blue & white plaid, was freshly clean - as well as his lime green t-shirt that just said the word “Meh”. He even took the time to comb out the rattiness in his hair; not that he wanted his hair to look like a douchebag, but better to make sure it’s not shit either. There was leftover fried chicken in the fridge - always a bonus. And he had gone a whole 12 hours without being harassed by the cops. Now making the slow roll down to see Grace, he was about as happy as a pig in poo.

When he rolled up the sidewalk to see her standing there waiting for him, he grew a smile that just wouldn’t quit. Seeing her made him just that much happier. Not boner-ific happier, but happier happier. Not that she wasn’t boner-ific; she upped the sexy with a tighter outfit and a new hairdo, but the first look of her made him think just about … well … her.

"Hey there stranger."

He hopped off board and let it keep rolling, and he pulled his arms around her to kiss her right at the front of her school. The same one she panicked about when he first showed up at. something that flashed in his head and made him laugh that much more.

Holding the kiss slightly longer than he should, he released her lips and leaned back as his hands wandered down to her jean clad bottom. “Have we met?” he quipped.

----

He’d been to the skate park before, and it was probably a good thing that there were few people here or else he would have started going off about brats on skates. It would be not the place he would take her, but she wanted to try skating and that was worth something. Yet it was the last comment that hooked him:

"maybe I can show you a thing or two that I learned earlier."

With a wide smirk he laughed, “no for serious, did you change out for your twin Grace?”

He took her hand and started walking her over to a pretty low ramp, a place good to get started. “I mean, do you remember way back when you freaked out because I came to visit your school, or the way you got all bitchy when we first met? Now you get all sexy when I meet you, you want to jump on a board, and … what … did you google ‘hot sex’ just to learn something new?”

He put the board down at the top of the ramp. “Here, stand on this.” Standing behind her he slid his hands over her thin hips. “It’s all balance Grace, just like dancing.” His hands slid around on the jeans until they were along her thighs, his body drawing closer to her’s from behind. “Keep your weight low, bend your knees, and just let the board do the work.” His hands moved up and cupped the soft curve of her bottom. “If you feel like you are going to fall, fall on your butt - I’ll kiss it to make the booboo go away later.” His hands moved back to her hips, but hung loose on her. “We’ll go nice and slow for your first time. Nice … and … slow.” With a gentle push, he sent her down the gentle roll of the ramp and onto the pavement.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

“No for serious, did you change out for your twin Grace? I mean, do you remember way back when you freaked out because I came to visit your school, or the way you got all bitchy when we first met? Now you get all sexy when I meet you, you want to jump on a board, and … what … did you google ‘hot sex’ just to learn something new?”

Grace flushed at his words.

"No," she choked out with a strained chuckle, "of course I didn't do that. I mean, why would I google something like that. I do have better things to do with my day than look around porn sites for ways to...you know." She toyed with the end of her braid, her eyes never quite meeting Carson's in case he could read the truth there. "Can't I just want to do something nice for you. I want to know more about you, what you like and all that."

His smirk reassured her that he had merely been playing with her and Grace let her shoulders relax. Letting him lead her down among the ramps, Grace stood by as Carson set his board at the top of a low ramp.

Stepping onto the board, she felt the wheels roll beneath her, sending her scrambling to find her balance. Carson's hands rested on her hips, holding her steady with a touch that scorched her skin. Biting her lip, Grace glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Skateboarding is nothing like dancing." She teased, "for one thing the floor doesn't move beneath you when you dance."

She followed Carson's instructions, bending her knees and trying to find her center as the board rolled back and forth beneath her. She inhaled sharply as Carson's hand cupped her butt, caressing her through her jeans. That morning's primal session in the woods floated before her, the way that he had held her as he brought her to climax. The memory made her wet and she bit her lip to keep back the moan of pleasure that threatened to spill from her lips.

Carson was pressed against her back, his hands on her hips once again.

"Nice...and...slow." The words coming softly from his lips conjured images that had nothing to do with skateboarding. As her stomach clenched and fire pooled between her legs Grace seriously regretted spending so much time looking around hardcore porn sites. They had given her ideas...way too many ideas.

Suddenly she was moving, gliding down the ramp as Carson released her with a gentle push. A squeal of delight filled the air as Grace managed to keep her balance.

"I did it!" She turned her head to look up at Carson, who stood on top of the ramp watching her with a smile. "I did it, Carson! Oof!" She landed on the cement with a thud, her balance having been lost in that brief moment of jubilation.

When Carson finally reached her side, Grace lay there, laughing, her face bright with the triumph of, however briefly, staying on the board.

"Did you see?" She giggled, "did you see how well I was doing?" She took his face between her hands, pulling him down until she could feel his breath on her lips. "I want to do it again." She breathed, her voice husky with desire.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson crawled over the top of the fallen dancer, kneeling one knee between her thin legs, and allowing his face to be pulled closer to hers. His lips sought out the girl’s and he opened his mouth slightly to suck her lip between his. While he held his weight up with his hands on either side of her shoulders, he pressed his pelvis into hers returning her desire. He could taste her lipstick, could feel her hot breath mix with hers, and the growing warmth where his knee slid between her legs was hard to miss. She drew him in, so he was more than happy to take advantage of it.

At least to a point.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes lustfully. “Remind me never to give you meth … or crack. One taste of anything good, it seems, and you can’t get enough of it.”

He moved up to remain kneeling, that one leg splitting both of hers still, and looked around the skate park. Luckily the few people here were off somewhere far enough away that they didn’t notice the two making out in the middle of the paved ground, or if they did notice they didn’t care.

“But you did skate pretty well, skater girl,” he laughed as he bent slightly laying his hands on her small hips. “The next step is to show you how to push off, which should help you keep your balance. But I will only show you if you answer me one little question.”

He had a wide wicked smile on his face. The way this new Grace was, he felt it was his opportunity to finally get back at her for being the unknowing tease the first few weeks he knew her. And there was one thing she said, he couldn’t let go.

“I know you thought about what we did this morning,” he smirked, “I want to know if thinking about this morning made you … well, you know .. to yourself. Does this new Grace do that?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Damn did Carson know how to kiss. Grace felt as if she could drown in his kiss and it would be the best way to die. He teased her, his knee pressing between her legs in a way that had the previously prudish dancer squirming beneath him. She whimpered as he pulled away, her greedy hands trying to hold him against her. The wicked smirk on Carson's lips proof that he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“I know you thought about what we did this morning. I want to know if thinking about this morning made you … well, you know .. to yourself. Does this new Grace do that?”

Heat rushed into Grace's face as he looked down at her. His hands scorched her skin where they rested on her hips and she could feel the heat traveling down between her legs. Remembering her wanton actions that morning and the way that Carson's mouth had felt against her had Grace growing hot in her very core and, subconsciously, her hips rose to press herself against Carson's knee. Though embarrassed by his question, Grace refused to look away, her pride telling her to keep her gaze locked firmly on his.

"No," she whispered, "I...I've never done that." Her face flaming red as she continued to rub herself, slowly against Carson's knee. "But I thought about it. A lot. Do you..." she lowered her gaze, suddenly very bashful and self-concious, "do you do that when you think about me?" She asked, looking up at Carson's through full lashes. She felt nervous, wondering what he thought of her body, if she turned him on as much as he did her.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Grace had become absolutely intoxicating. In Carson’s eyes, she had become this mix of physical knowledgeable lust and impish naivety that was far beyond the shy one he first met. He slid his thigh further up in between hers, noticing the growing heat against his bare skin. He could let himself get lost in her eyes, spend hours caressing and kissing her, and letting the touch of her body fulfil his own body’s needs.

But he did have her question to answer.

“Yeah,” he breathed feeling some deep sincerity that he wasn’t used to coming out. “I think your beautiful, Grace. Sexy like nothing else. I could watch you in your yoga pants & sports bra all day if you’d let me. So yeah.”

It was about then when Carson’s mind realized what he said and it made him blush slightly. “I mean, I don’t do IT whenever I think about you. I’d be doing it all the time, you know? I mean,” he shrugged and turned away from her eyes allowing himself to become the shy one for some reason. “Look at me, I am thinking about you right now - but you don’t see me whipping it out and doing it right here, do you?”

Smirking slightly, “but I am going to spend time with that picture we took this morning, thinking about what you weren’t wearing.”

Thinking about it was becoming just as big of a problem as talking about it. His board shorts were tenting out pretty good at this point as the whole of the conversation was getting him pretty fired up. He looked back to her eyes, lip sliding between his teeth to chew in thought, then asked. “Still feel like practicing skating, bunhead?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The blush seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face anymore, at least whenever she was around Carson. But Grace didn't mind. She liked the way that he made her feel, the way that he made her break out from her shell and actually start to live life like a normal person. A little redness was an easy price to pay for such...enlightenment as Carson provided.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh as he looked down at her, chewing on that lip that Grace so desperately wanted to kiss. It wasn't fair the way that he set her entire body on fire. Every brush of his skin against hers, every flirtatious glance, sent Grace spiraling down further and further into the depraved and lustful side of herself. But she wasn't one to complain.

Pressing her core firmly against Carson's knee, Grace bit her lip - a mirror image of Carson's own contemplative expression.

"Well now, I don't know." She batted her lashes up at him as she ground harder against his, practically dry humping him right there in the middle of the skate park. "Did you have something else in mind for us to do?"

With a wicked grin on her lips, Grace slid her hand down Carson's stomach and ever lower to cup his erection. Giving him a playful squeeze, Grace lifted her head and captured his lower lip between her own teeth, sucking gently before covering his mouth with hers and letting the skater know exactly what she wanted to do with him at that moment.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson did his best to control himself, but Grace’s kiss and touch just about screwed that deal. In fact, Self-control decided to catch the next bus to Anywherebutheresville.

He opened his mouth, his lip pulled away from his teeth until only hot air blew from his mouth. The feel of her dainty fingers on his hardness made him close his eyes in pleasure. The burning feel of her sex against his leg was like a flash fire through his blood stream. If they didn’t do something, he would be spending the rest of their date with underwear full of sperm. Either be whipped it out right here in the middle of the park, or they needed to find a place hidden within very VERY short distance. Regardless, he needed to do something soon.

He broke the kiss, looked up, and spotted something. One of the ramps with a flat on top to start the skater off was short one wall creating a little empty hole. Barely three feet high and half that wide, it was probably crawling with all sorts of bugs, spiders, and left over garbage. It wasn’t the most hidden, but if this place remains this empty for a few minutes they would at least get their rocks off. That was about as romantic as he was feeling right now.

Grabbing her hand he moved quickly to the little hideway. He crawled in first turning quickly over to his back and grabbing the waistband of his shorts pushing it downward to his knees. He reached for Grace’s hands and moved them to his underwear. It wasn’t the most romantic move he ever made, nor the most thoughtful to her needs, but these were near desperate times.

“Please,” he pleaded. “Please.”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The desperation on Carson's face as he pulled her towards the small tunnel beneath one of the ramps made Grace want to laugh, and if it weren't for her own desperate need she would have. But Grace was just as desperate for relief as Carson. She didn't know why, but ever since Carson had touched her that night in her room, Grace had a fire constantly burning inside her. Every little touch sent the fire into a roaring inferno and Grace never wanted it to burn out.

Before she could fathom what was happening, Carson was laying beneath her, his hand guiding hers to the erection that threatened to tear through his boxers as he pleaded with her for release. Licking her lips, a move meant only to wet her lips which were suddenly dry - as if the fire inside her had consumed all moisture in her body - Grace was unaware of just how innocently sexual the action truly was. Her fingers fumbled with the waistband of Carson's boxers as she pushed them down, as desperate to feel the heat of his erection against her palm as he was, no doubt, to have her provide him with release.

His erection sprang into view as she pulled his boxers down and Grace was struck, once again, with the sheer size of it. True it was the only penis she'd ever seen...outside of the pornos that she'd watched in preparation for this moment, but it was impressive nonetheless.

Wrapping her fingers around Carson, Grace could feel the heat of his arousal like a flame licking at her skin. Movingly slowly, she set a rhythm, her hand moving up and down the hard shaft, watching Carson for his reaction to each subtle change in her grip and movement. She watched, fascinated, as precum began to seep from the head of his penis. With Carson lost in the feel of her hand working his cock, Grace leaned forward, hesitantly. The tip of her pink tongue flicked between her lips as her nerves battled with her desire. With her heart thundering beneath her breast, Grace ran her tongue over the head of Carson's cock, tasting him. With her hand continuing to move up and down his erection, Grace wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently, getting used to the way he felt in her mouth. Precum coated her tongue, a tangy, salty taste washing over her taste buds. While not unpleasant, Grace wasn't certain what she thought as the thick precum filled her mouth.

"Don't stay in one place too long. Move your tongue around and change your pace," Jenna's words came to her as Grace sucked on the head of Carson's cock.

Okay, Grace could do that. Remembering back to what she'd done with the banana - her cheeks burning hot at the memory - Grace pulled away from the tip of his penis and licked the underside of the pulsing shaft from base to tip, her tongue swirling about the head as if she were licking an ice cream cone before repeating the action. Lick. Swirl. Lick. Swirl.

Chancing a glance up at Carson, Grace's eyes met his as she took the tip of him back into her mouth.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson’s eyes, when they met Graces, were a mix of ecstasy and surprise. On his back in confines of their hideaway, the most he hoped for was her delicate hands bringing him off. When she brought his member out, he laid his head back and took in the feel of those dainty fingers encircling him like he was twice the size then his actual girth. When her tongue made contact with him, the sensation was enough to make him gasp. The feel of it was amazing, and it didn’t register that it was her tongue, Bunhead’s tongue, on him.

When her lips wrapped around the head of his cock … it registered.

His head shot up, and he stared opened mouth at her work. He fought to keep a groan from escaping his lungs at the sight. The small ballerina positioned in the tight quarters dutifully worked his rock hard cock. She seemed to focus on the process like she would focusing on her rehearsals back at the academy. Only bunhead would take a sexual act and turn it into something he had to concentrate on. The thought of it was a distraction, just what he needed to not let loose without warning.

As she moved her tongue over him, sliding her hand on him, and letting the warm wet lips to encircle him, the distraction was gone. He could feel the the coming release based on her technique alone. What was sinking in is that she was good at this. Not that she was good at this for Bunhead … but good at it, good at it.

When her glace rose to meet him, that’s where she found his reaction. She felt so go on his member that his control was waning, the fact she had the skill to do so was amazing, and it showed on his face. When the soft blue pools of her eyes opened to him, he was right at the edge of the cliff.

“I … I’m going to …” was all he could breathe.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Her cheeks bulged and mouth stretched as she struggled to acclimate herself to this new experience. Carson lay hot and heavy against her tongue; his precum thick in her mouth. Grace was not yet sure if she enjoyed this new sensation; the feel of something so alive inside her mouth, the tangy, salty taste of sex on her tongue. It was new and unusual, a feeling she had overlooked in her research.

But Carson seemed to be enjoying her ministrations, no matter how much of a novice she was at the moment.

Her slim fingers cupped his balls, massaging them as Jenna had instructed, while she slid her mouth further down his rigid cock. Unused to such a solid object moving towards her throat, the urge to gag was strong, but Grace held it in check and focused on giving Carson the pleasure she so desperately wanted to give him.

Despite the discomfort she felt, Grace was aroused by Carson's guttural response. Wetness gathered between her legs and she felt that now familiar itch. Now was not the time to see to her own desires, though. Refocusing her lust on Carson, Grace kept her gaze locked on him, riveted by the look of tortured pleasure on his face.

His cock was a living thing inside her mouth, twitching as the tender underside moved across her tongue in its quest to bury itself as deep in her mouth as possible.

“I … I’m going to …” His voice quivered, sending excited shivers down Grace's spine.

Something crawled along her hand as she leaned in the muck of the tunnel, but she dared not move, afraid to break the spell that had been cast over the couple.

With one last cry from Carson's lips she felt the damn burst and her mouth flooded with hot, sticky semen. She swallowed it as best she could, traces spilling out between her lips and dripping languidly down her chin. With her hand still caressing Carson's balls, Grace kept up her suction, wanting to prove that she could give him the same pleasure he had bestowed upon her.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson lay back in the dust, sweat rolling from his skin and giving him a chill from the light air moving through their small box. He could feel the pulsing blood press out from the edge of his forehead matched with the thumping of his aggressive heart. His breaths were coming in in deep gasps, and his muscles tensed as they ticked near a full on cramp.

It’s not like he’s been with a flock of girls, and not like everyone of them sucked him off. Heck, it isn’t even like he could say that the technique she used was better than the rest of them. But … it was better. Not the technique, all of it.

“That was .. the best,” he breathed. “I mean … that … how did you ... “

Finally he lifted his head to look down at this suddenly expert (for lack of a better word) cocksucker.

“How did you … That was the best!”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Wiping at the cum that dotted her chin, Grace blushed beneath Carson's gaze. Ducking her head, suddenly bashful, Grace hid as best she could behind the messy braid of her hair.

"I had a little help." She murmured, her cheeks blazing red as she remembered the lessons and that poor banana. She would have to remember to thank Jenna profusely next time they talked.

Toying with the tip of her braid she made herself meet Carson's stare. His eyes clouded with lust and satisfaction made Grace smile. To know that she had done that, that she had brought him that pleasure, thrilled her to no end.

"Was it really okay?" Despite all the practice the insecurities were still there, digging beneath the surface. "You can tell me. I mean, I want to make sure that I'm doing it right." There it was, her perfectionism was as persistent as flies at her family's annual 4th of July picnic. Always buzzing right in her ear, never leaving her alone. Why couldn't she just enjoy this moment and bask in the fact that she had pleased Carson?

"Sorry," she shook her head, "I don't mean to be annoying. It's kind of this habit I have, always picking holes at a performance. Not that this was a performance, but you know what I mean." She babbled incessantly, the words spilling from her lips faster than she could think them. "It's just that I really practiced to make sure that I would be okay and feedback is always good to have and -"

Oh god why couldn't she just shut up!

"- Jenna had me doing this thing to this banana and it seemed so strange at the time. Not to mention super awkward what with her watching and everything. But she's my best friend so it wasn't as awkward as it could have been. And then - "

As the words spilled from her lips in a perpetual word vomit, Grace's mind screamed at her. For god's sake, shut up!

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson was focused enough at this point to push pull up his shorts and push his member back into hiding. Yet that post-orgasim drunkedness was still like sugar plums dancing in his head. When she first started asking how it was, he just laid back and smiled. Then she started asking more, he started to laugh slightly. In the last couple hours, Grace seemed to mature for that cute dancing girl to a sexy woman; but ‘Bunhead’ was still there.

Then came the comments about Jenna, and the banana. Chances are, if he hadn’t just empted a load in the sweet girl’s mouth, he would have been hard as a rock. The sheer imagery of her practicing in front of a girlfriend may even had set him off in his shorts. Yet most of his hormones had found a new home for the time being.

Instead he grabbed for her. She pulled by the arms until she lay upon his chest, her face at his level.

“First of all, I need to meet Jenna, cause she has got a thank you comin’.”

He reached up and slid a loose hair above her ear. Her skin, to him, still seemed flushed, warm, no doubt from the exertions as much as the embarrassment of her little rant. “The fact that you practiced … I wonder what will happen when you think you are ready to go all the way. Seriously, I don’t think you could have done any better, really. But feel free to leave the banana behind and practice on me whenever you want.”

He leaned up and gave a quick kiss on her lips. “The real question is … did you like it?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Burying her face in Carson's chest, Grace knew that her face was as red as a tomato. Why had she brought up Jenna? Or that damn banana?

"God, I can't believe I said that," she said, her voice muffled by Carson's shirt. "You must think I'm an absolute nut. And no, you are never meeting Jenna." She shook her head and cast a teasing glance up at him. "You two, together, would be my worst nightmare."

The blush deepend - was that even possible? - at Carson's offer to practice on him. But she couldn't resist teasing him right back.

"Are you sure about that?" She questioned, one eyebrow quirked. "You know what a fanatic I can be about practicing."

Grace felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach; her arousal growing as she, in her own way, admitted to wanting their physical relationship to continue.

Carson's question caught her off guard. Had she enjoyed it? While if the wetness between her thighs was any indication. She nodded slowly, an easy smile pulling at her lips.

"Yes," she said, her body shifting against Carson's as she attempted to, subtly, alleviate the pressure building in her core. "It was...different than I thought it would be, but I wouldn't say no to doing it again."