A Secret Revealed Ch. 04

I mean, it wasn't all that interesting but I've never seen her so passionate about anything before. The way she used hand gestures for stupid reasons and the funny expressions she made, they made me realize how little I know about her. I want to know about all the things that make her feel that way, so that I can always see that spark in her eyes.

The front door was unlocked and I heard her muffled voice through the wood. "Have you done the deed yet?" she joked as she slowly pushed it open. I decided to grab the beaker first so I headed for the bathroom. When my fingers met the warm exterior of the container, a thought struck me. How the hell are we going to go outside with this? We'd need a bag of some kind, like a really dark bag so that people couldn't see through it. Peering into the kitchen, I saw Rose putting something into the fridge and then she closed it. She was holding a brown paper bag with a half-eaten hot dog inside of it, which she lifted to her lips to take another bite. Yeah, that could work. Turning the corner, a blush crept over my features as I held up the container. The bottom was lewdly warm in my palm but I tried to shake those thoughts away.

When she saw me, her eyes drooped to the beaker and then returned to my face. "Well then, I guess you've been busy" she chuckled and made her way over to run a hand through my hair. "Holy hell..." leaning down, she gawked at its contents. My blush burned red and I failed to cover it with my hand. "Aw, come on!", she teased, "It's not like it's the first time I've seen it" her hand met my hip and she pulled me closer. Pushing into her, letting her hug me, I nuzzled into her neck and she returned the gesture. Her mood felt like it melted around me with her next words, as though to pacify our subconscious thoughts. "Everything is gonna be okay...no matter what happens" her arm squeezed me sensually for a few moments before she released me. "Come on. Don't wanna keep her waiting" she smiled warmly and I nodded.

- Present -

"You must be Eve. Rose told me about you over the phone. I'm Mary" the doctor moved on from Rose to try and hug me, too. My anxiety took hold of me, a pair of claws that sunk through my chest, tearing into me. I flinched and backed away, just enough to get out of her reach, more out of instinct than anything. As soon as I realized my rudeness, I sucked up my fear and stepped forward with an arm open to her. "So you really are mute?" she said quietly as she greeted me with a quick hug. Well, I suppose it's better for her to know about it. Makes my life easier since I won't be the pinnacle of socializing. I could leave the talking to Rose. When she pulled away, I simply nodded to confirm all of her questions and she responded by showing us our seats.

I slid into the booth first and Rose sat after me, like we would normally sit. I preferred to be near the window, I guess. Mary sat opposite of us, making herself comfortable near the center of her seat. First she looked at me and I immediately diverted my gaze out the window, so she focused on Rose, instead. "It's been a while since we've sat like this, huh?".

Rose smiled, "But now I'll be the one paying for us. I guess it's a good start for everything you've done".

"No, please. You don't have to. That's all in the past" Mary held up a palm to reject the offer, but Rose grabbed her hand and placed it gently on the table.

"Please..." Rose said with a sincere look in her eyes.

Mary glanced down at Rose's knuckles and she sighed. "Alright, that would be nice. And I see that it's healed up quite nice".

With that comment, Rose drew her hand away and subtly placed it on her leg under the table. "Yeah, um, you can barely see it now" she said hurriedly. I turned to look at Rose but she still faced forward, drilling a message into Mary's eyes. There was some sort of unspoken understanding between them and Mary fidgeted awkwardly in her seat for a few moments.

"So, you've moved on from that shitty fast food place?" Mary changed the subject, also avoiding eye contact with me.

Rose eased, probably because Mary wasn't prying any further into whatever the hell she wanted to keep secret. "I'm working at a new place, now. I've been there since last year. Going great so far...but it took me a while to get used to it. I actually need to talk to people, and not just take their orders through a machine" she chuckled.

It worried me how they passed the old subject along as though it wasn't important. I tried to sneak a glance down at Rose's hand but she kept it well hidden under the table. Maybe I just never looked hard enough to notice, or Mary truly did a good job at healing whatever was wrong, but I've never seen a scar or past injury on Rose before. And why was it so important that they would keep it a secret? Damn it.

Mary appeared to soften back into her previous mood, as well. "Hey, you could be working in the kitchen someday. That'd be interesting".

"I don't think so. I wouldn't be able to keep up with those guys". When the waiter came around to our table, Rose ordered coffee for all three of us, black for Mary and light for herself and I. The rest of the conversation was about small, insignificant things so that they could catch up with each other. Apparently they hadn't seen each other for about a year or two, but they had some history together. As far as the puzzle went, I concluded that they never went to school with each other or anything like that. I guess they met sometime after that, maybe roommates or simply friends. And obviously Mary had done some work on Rose's hand, for whatever reason. "Anyways..." Rose reached over my lap to grab the brown paper bag before setting it on the table. "A friend of mine wanted me to help him out. He was too shy to get himself checked, so here we are. Just like, give me a call or something when you have the results?".

"Sure, no problem" she smiled and lifted the bag, surprised by its weight. "How many times did he do it?".

"Just once".

"Wow".

My face burned red and I looked out the window. "Is it a problem?" Rose asked, half-jokingly.

"No, no, no...just...wow" she laughed. "Uh, when was the time of ejaculation?" she kept her composure to continue her analysis.

"Less than an hour ago, like you said".

"Perfect. It should still be usable by the time I get to the lab. What else...", she tapped the container through the bag with her forefinger, "...this is a clean glass, right?".

"Yeah, well it's as clean as the rest of my kitchen stuff".

"That will work. Why your stuff though?" she asked, raising a brow.

Rose was a little stumped by this. "It's something old that I was going to get rid of, anyways, so I said he could use it".

"Alright then", Mary caught on that Rose didn't want to explain the whole thing, "I'll check it out for him".

"Thanks, Marianne".

- Later that day -

I paced the kitchen, fidgeting with my hoodie's zip. How long did it take to run a test like this? Wasn't it just like a quick check under a microscope or something? Exhaling slowly to try and calm myself, I looked over to the lounge where Rose was sitting cozy with the gaming remote in her hands. She was definitely taking this better than I was. Well, I guess she had nothing to really worry about. Whose fault would it be if the test came up negative? Mine. Our future as parents came down to whether or not I was shooting blanks, and it scared the hell out of me. It would be my fault. It would just be another thing that was wrong with me. It would be another brick between us.

"Please come sit down", Rose whined, "She'll call when she's got the results. No point in getting worked up". I met her gaze and rocked from toe to heel in thought. She was right, obviously, but that's hard to understand when you've got a bag of rocks weighing down your mood. Nonetheless, I gave in to her request and sunk down beside her on the couch. "Don't worry so much" she chuckled, fixing a renegade hair by pushing it behind my ear. I sought her attention and rubbed up against her hand, making her realize just how worried I was. "Eve...", she lay the remote down in her lap so that she could wrap her arms around me, "...please don't worry about something like this. Do you really think I'll be mad because of something that we can't change? Besides, we don't even know if that's the case. Please, Eve, don't worry" we hugged, shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, her breath warming my neck.

Please, don't worry about me, either, Rose. I'm not worth your concern. Touching her hips, I pushed her away gently and forced a smile. "Thank you" she smiled in return before letting our lips touch briefly, enough to turn my fake smile into a real one.

When she pulled away, she picked up the remote and held it towards me. "It'll calm your nerves" that goofy grin of hers. I hesitantly nodded, feeling defeated in a way, like I was guilty for not worrying about everything. But once the remote was in my hands then it all faded away. Within no time, I was too focused on the game to really care. Rose commented and made jokes with her cheek on my thigh, casually running her hand up and down my leg, watching me slay my foes. Not to toot my own horn but I thought I was wrecking that game. I had won the game twice already, moving up in difficulty both times, and now I was halfway through the most challenging setting. Yeah, I was struggling through it, but still, I was beating it one level at a time. The challenge took my mind off of my worries. Just like Rose said it would.

I didn't even realize her odd movements until it was too late to stop her. A sharp tug and my tracksuit pants were around my knees. Pausing the game, I looked down at her mischievous grin. "Don't pause..." that's all she needed to say for me to understand. I swallowed hard and extended each finger, one at a time, noticing how suddenly my palms had become sweaty. Focusing on the screen, I resumed playing but I couldn't help a quick glance down to see what she was doing. Well, she had succeeded at distracting me from my troubles, that's for sure.

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Pinching the frills of my panties, she rolled them down and puckered her lips slightly. All concentration was lost when a potent stream of cool air crashed against my flaccid length. I leaned forward instinctively to try and protect myself from the sensitivity but with a bit of will I strained to sit upright and fight that urge. She giggled and continued to blow on my throbbing heat, growing erect under her known intentions. Just when I started to get used to the sensation and I was able to work my thoughts back to the game, she closed her lips around my tip. The softness allowed her to gingerly suckle the sprouting length. I trembled, almost dropping the remote. Her tongue swirled and lapped at the spongy head, making sure to give some attention to my tender flesh below the ridges. As it hardened and fought to stand erect, she sucked harder, holding it in a downward angle that ached uncomfortably.

Anything. I would have done anything to shift my legs or move my hips so that my erection could spring up, out of that awkward position. But I didn't. It would have been easy to throw the remote aside and resolve the issue. But I didn't. I did exactly as I was told. My lip burned and I only then noticed how harshly I was biting into it. Relax. Suddenly a huge group of enemies spawned around me, which I should have predicted after winning the game twice already, and that's what my mind clung to. The increased suction of her lax lips was helping my discomfort, to a small degree. God, it was like she was drinking my worries away through a straw. All it took was a few calculated rolls and a lot of button mashing to clear the path and then I was on my way, once again.

With the threat taken care of, I was dragged back into the other sensation. I winced as my cock pulsed and throbbed painfully. She wasn't letting up. Her cheek was planted firmly on my thigh, so I assumed that she wouldn't be moving any time soon. Again, the veins strained along my shaft and I audibly whimpered, but still didn't take my hands off the remote. Why would she be doing this? My entire length seared from the struggle, and yet the tender tip was being worked around so gently between her lips. Should I stop her? I was on the fence about whether or not this was even enjoyable for me. No. There had to be a reason for it, even if it did hurt me.

As if to answer all of my doubts, she subtly withdrew. Dragging her lips tightly over the ridges and sucking until the entire pink tip was revealed, her caved cheeks puffed out with a loud pop and I was finally released. My cock smacked the front of my hoodie so hard that it actually stung my tummy briefly. But I assure you, that was by far the least noticed sensation. I remember the table screeching as my legs extended sharply and my toes curled against the wood. All of my strength was focused on holding the remote up and even that proved to be difficult. Finally free, my cock bobbed violently and leaked its transparent warning like a tap. Hips convulsing and bucking without control, a long stream of white dew oozed down the underside of my length, not too long after. It's not like I had an orgasm, but it did feel kinda close. A mini-orgasm?

Rose chuckled and it took me a second to come out of my daze and find her. I must have had a pretty stupid look of my face because she laughed even harder when our eyes met. Burning pink, I looked away with a sly grin. Damn it, Rose, a week in and she was still finding new ways of sexually surprising me. We would never be bored in bed, put it that way.

She didn't even say a word before she kissed my base and slowly pecked her way up to the tip. This wasn't going to end soon. Plus, from the looks of it, she wasn't going to let me end soon, either. Just like I was playing the game, she was going to play with me. And so, I kept going, encountering bigger, tougher enemies while she teasingly cleaned me up with her tongue. We had nowhere to be, and she knew that. After that previous stunt, I was left right on the edge, so unbearably close to the climax that I needed, but she wouldn't let me have it. Like a well-fought battle, she was able to constantly put pressure on me without ever giving me the advantage. Small nips, licks, kisses, nibbles...I felt like I could erupt at any moment but she denied me that simple pleasure...and I loved it.

Half-focused on the game, a ticklish sensation made me shudder. Glancing down in the heat of combat, I saw her nails carefully grazing my length, caressing the thick flesh. Then I realized that she had been sucking on one spot in particular for quite a while. So long that it actually started to hurt a bit. Near the tip, her mouth was gripping the side of my shaft, giving it a strange rhythm of hard suction and then easing, again. This continued for some more time while I tried to beat the last wave of demons but it ached the more she did it. Finally when I conquered the level and the victory screen appeared, she pulled away, a thin string of her saliva breaking in the process. That's when I saw it. A pinkish, red mark on the side of my cock where she was sucking. She gave me a hickey...on my dick.

"Oh wow...you actually did it" she looked at the screen and chuckled. "Guess I have to try harder" she joked but my heavy gasps drew her eyes back to me. Head thrown back, shivering, knuckles pale and clenching the remote, I was panting to the ceiling. My cock bounced as another pulse brought it to life, creating a juicy bead of dew that rolled slowly down my length. "Are you okay?" she asked sincerely. A grin came to my lips and I regained my composure. Not even glancing down, I tapped the button to select 'NEXT MISSION'.

How long did we continue like this? We were both playing our own games, and the further I progressed, the more she would tease me. There were moments when I came so close that Rose would stop altogether and wait for me to calm down, then I would simply nod to her and we would keep going. In a weird way, it was fun. I've always been drawn to challenging things, and this was top of that category. I got a certain satisfaction out of the fact that I could control myself and still think straight even under a circumstance like this. But I could tell that I wouldn't be able to contain my need for much longer.

A couple missions done and dusted and I was finding it hard to focus on anything except the slow movement of Rose's head. The moist muscle massaging my meat as she swallowed me down to the base. She had no trouble deepthroating me anymore. Hell, I think she liked doing it. There was no suction, just a tantalizing, gradual descent into her waiting gullet. Any faster and I wouldn't last, so she kept it steady, never granting me release. Every time her lips met my pelvis, she would wait and swallow a few times. Her tight throat would convulse around my length to wring and milk it of my dew and then she would pull up just as slowly. I was losing to her. For a while, I'd had the urge to throw the remote aside and hump her mouth to reach my final crescendo. Of course, I didn't want to lose, so I held off on doing that, for as long as I could...

The victory screen popped up for the 4th? 5th? time, which meant that she would give me a short break to recover, like the other times. But she didn't. Throughout that last battle, the only thing I could think about was the peaceful moment afterwards so that I could regain my composure. But she didn't give it to me. In the beginning, I didn't want her to stop, but now I looked forward to having those breaks. And she knew that. Once again, she had teased me with what I wanted and then tore it away from me. That was the breaking point. The remote fell to the couch.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I did something that I thought I would never do. I forced her head up and down on my cock, just a few rough pumps was all I needed. My other hand pressed down on the couch from the intensity, caving in the fabric as I pushed up on my heels. With a few harsh jerks of my hips, I came. My voice was carried throughout the room in a series of cries, followed by the audible sloshing of my cum pouring down her throat. Rose didn't fight. She was helping me as best as she could by meeting my thrusts and swallowing around me. The couch creaked and rocked each time I bucked, until there was silence.

I stared at the screen with heated eyes before I slumped down from exhaustion. For a while, I sat, feeling my cock still pulsing in Rose's throat, still flowing into her stomach. A stubborn breath let go of my burning lungs and then everything started to fall into position again, a Tetris game of my senses. One last swallow, Rose pulled away, releasing me from her wet trap. She wormed her fingers around my wrist and removed it from her head so that she could kiss it. I guess it was her way of forgiving me. She sat up and we shared a few looks in silence before she caressed my cheek, wiping away a tear that I didn't even know was there. "You win" she smiled warmly.

Somehow working up a laugh, I looked down at my still painfully erect cock. The amount of tease and denial that she put me through, it's not surprising that I wasn't satisfied yet. Rose also noticed so she scooted forward without a word and stood up so that her back faced me. Sliding her thumbs into her jean shorts, she struggled to work the navy coverage over her plump butt. I could only watch with heightened arousal as she hopped and wriggled until the fleshy globes popped into view, only hidden partially by the red, indenting cotton of her panties. She glanced over her shoulder with a seductive grin as she lowered herself towards me. Gripping the couch on either side of my head, she sat on my lap, nestling my length between her cheeks.