Audrey & Harry Ch. 01

"Sounds like you're the one who can't manage that."

I shove him, snorting. "Fuck off!"

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Oh, hell yes."

"Obviously don't tell anyone this, because were friends and it would be super weird if he ever found out, but Matt's always been a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I've always kinda been into him, so I'm a little jealous you got to jerk him off."

"Wow, you have bad taste, he's such an asshole."

"Says the girl who almost sucked his cock?"

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Oh, and believe me, none of this is leaving this room."

"You sure, I could spread a few more rumours about you?"

"Just try it."

"Maybe I will." He runs his tongue across his lip, studying me with an impish smile. "So, did you lose your virginity with Liam?"

I hesitate, then manage a sly smile. "Maybe."

He grins at me.

I had not. Despite whatever reputation I might have, I am most definitely a virgin, not including inanimate objects. I guess I'm glad, as much as I want it to happen, that my trepidation had always just managed to outweigh my insatiable lust. I mean, I'm definitely glad it hadn't happened with Joel or Dean, but Liam...Liam I wouldn't have minded so much.

Well, back then, at least. Now, I'm more than ready for my first time to be with an older man who knows exactly how to make me feel the way I deserve.

Like Mr Davis.

Even if that little crush I used to have on Harry is flaring up a little, especially now that he seems a little more comfortable, a little more confident. So I have to lie to him, because honestly it feels a little embarrassing.

He looks about to ask more questions, so I quickly blurt, "What about you? Ever fucked a girl?"

"Nope."

I'm a little surprised. "Really? Note even with Cassy?"

"I mean, we did some stuff." He holds up two fingers suggestively and twirls them. "And she gave me a handjob a few times."

"How was it?"

"Not great," he laughs, "but they're not great in general."

"You haven't had one of mine," I say without thinking, then actually feel the warmth in my cheeks as I look away. What the fuck is getting into me? "And hey, how would you even know? Was that your only one?"

"I might've had another," he says slyly. "And besides, I know how it should feel, I have one, after all, I know how to work it. Which, I must say, gives me a distinct advantage when it comes down to it."

"An advantage in what?"

"Making Mr Davis cum quicker than you."

Oh, you're on! "Well, that's nice Harry, but you can't beat my way."

"And what's that?"

"Bend over, and let him do whatever he wants," I say as seductively as I can manage. "He wouldn't last a minute in my pussy."

Harry's sly smile widens, and he swallows. "Whatever he wants?"

"Why?"

"What if he wanted to, you know, stick it..."

I blink. "Up my ass?"

I'll admit, I'm no stranger to anal play. In fact, I've kinda come to love it recently. Just a finger, or my toy, but I've never even considered taking a cock up there, especially one Mr Davis' size.

Okay, that's a lie, I've definitely considered it, in the throes of passion with my tight sphincter gripping my finger, but not like...serious consideration.

I shrug. "He wouldn't, believe me, he wouldn't be able to resist my pussy. He'd cum the minute he was balls-deep inside me."

"You think you could take all of him? Bold claim for a...virgin."

Is he...calling my bluff? I narrow my eyes. "Oh, I'd have no trouble, believe me."

"Oh yeah, well, I'd have no trouble either, and you know what?" He leans forwards, grinning. "I bet my ass is a whole lot tighter than your pussy."

I blink at him, then bite my lip. Fuck, I'm loving this side of him. "There's no way in hell you'd be able to take him. And watch who you're calling a virgin."

"Why? I never said I was a virgin."

"You said you've never..."

"Fucked a girl?"

I blink, eyes going wide. I thrust a finger at him. "Wait, have you...have you fucked a guy?"

"Not quite..."

"You've been fucked by a guy?"

I practically yell it. He laughs and shushes me, leaning back in his chair and shrugging casually. "Maybe."

Holy shit, maybe he's actually not bluffing. Maybe he believes he actually could take a giant dark cock up his ass. For all my bravado, if Mr Davis is actually as big in real life as he is in my head, I'm not sure my tight little virgin pussy could even take him.

I shake my head, staring at Harry in a new light. "Fuck off!" is all I can mutter.

"Swear to God."

"You've had a dick in your ass? An actual dick?"

He nods. He seems so proud, so smug too, barely holding in his mirth.

"And?" I ask quietly.

He leans in towards me. "Incredible," he breathes softly.

"Fuck!" I shake my head again. "Harry, that's...wait, who was it?"

"Oh, I definitely can't say."

"Fuck off!"

"I cant, really."

"Harry! You cannot drop this on me and not give me deets! Come on, I'll tell you anything you wanna know," I offer, sounding a little desperate, so hungry for more details. God, I shouldn't be into this...

He considers this, then raises his eyebrows slightly. "Alright. Who'd you lose your virginity to, then? Was it Liam?"

I feel my cheeks colour, and look away.

"What?"

"I haven't had sex," I admit.

"Oh, really?"

"Is that surprising?"

"No, I guess not," he says unconvincingly, "I just thought..."

"I was a dirty, filthy slut-bag?"

"What, no, I-"

"I'm joking, Harry, it's fine. I get it, I have a reputation. I'm flirty, I tease, I give handjobs behind the sheds apparently. It...it just..."

"Hasn't happened?"

I nod.

"Well, considering you've blown two guys and jerked off two more, I think we're about even in experience."

"I'm not sure I'd say that. So, does that earn me a story?"

He smiles, and appears to think about it, although I can tell deep down he's dying to tell me. "Alright, but...swear you'll never tell a soul, yeah? No one else knows about this."

"Cross my heart."

"You know Andrew?"

"Speltman? You fucked Andrew?"

"Shh. No, but...his brother."

My eyes really do go wide this time. I slap both palms on the table. "Fuck off! Wait, isn't he...way older?"

He shakes his head. "Only a couple of years, he's off in uni right now."

"Okay, how? How did it happen?"

He shrugs, although it's becoming more obvious he's aching to tell me. I'm betting he's been dying to spill this secret to someone. "Well, I guess we had...like a vibe, you know, whenever I was at Andrew's place. He'd give me these looks, that I kind of thought were just in my head at first. We always talked a lot, he was always so cool, and always looked at me a certain way whenever we did. Then we went camping, for Andrew's eighteenth, and he came along. He bought us beer, we drank a bit, well...a lot, and he kept doing stuff like sitting real close to me, making really inappropriate jokes, bumping up against me in the lake when we went swimming and touching my leg and stuff, and then that night, in the tent, it...just happened."

"It just happened? No, no, no, sorry, Harry, but I'm going to need more detail than that."

Jesus I'm actually hungry for more details.

"Well, it started when he rolled over and kind of...spooned me. I felt him, pressed up against me, rock hard. I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there at first. Then he started grinding against me a little, and eventually I started grinding back, rubbing against him. He reached around and pulled my pants down, and began jerking me, and pressed his cock against my butt and just kind of ground it against me. I came, all over my stomach, and then he pressed his dick right against my...against my ass, and came, and I thought that was it. But then he started sliding it around, until the head met my...you know, and he started pushing, and grabbed me and held me, and just kept pushing until he was inside me, and...well, yeah."

He runs his hand through his hair, looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I guess that's probably too much detail."

He has no idea how badly I want more details, like, sordid graphic details. God, I shouldn't, what the fuck is wrong with me? Hearing the guy I used to like tell me about being fucked by another guy shouldn't turn me on at all.

But fuck...

"Harry, that's like...the hottest thing I've ever heard."

There's a brief moment where I can tell he's wondering if I'm fucking with him or not, but he obviously registers my sincerity because colour floods his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck. "Really?"

I nod. "That's like the best losing your virginity story ever, seriously, I'm jealous."

"Of being fucked in the ass in a tent?"

"No." I laugh. "Well..."

"Do you ever..."

He leaves the question unfinished, but raises a brow hesitantly.

"Do...butt stuff? A little. A finger or two."

"Or two? Is that it?"

I bite my lip. "Okay, fine, more than a little."

"I'm gonna need more detail than that," he says mockingly.

"Why, does imagining me fingering my ass turn you on?"

He smirks shyly but doesn't answer. He doesn't need to. I know it does. I can still see him trying to hide his erection. "I bought a toy with my mum's card," I say, as nonchalantly as I can manage. "I've...put it up there, once or twice. But it's pretty small, not like a real cock."

"And? You like it, though?"

"What do you think?"

He laughs. "You should try something bigger."

Holy shit, was that...was that a proposition? I can't help myself, I glance suggestively at his erection, but he doesn't meet my eye. I want to say something like, 'I can think of something bigger', but instead I just say, "I'm sure I will, eventually. So, do you like...when you're...you know, doing stuff, do you like...jerk off or just...do butt stuff?"

"Both. I mean, I jerk off a lot, Audrey."

I snort. "Not as much as me, I bet. I am an absolute deviant."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"Oh, yeah? Cause you know girls can just keep on going, right? And I can do it whenever I'm horny. I could rub one out in class, if I wanted."

"Are you horny in class a lot?"

"Like...constantly."

"Wait, so...have you?"

"Maybe," I whisper, winking at him. I stare into his eyes for a moment, captivated by the sheer lust I see in them. "So, Harry, with all your copious masturbation, have you ever...you know...thought about me?"

He gives me an odd grin. "I don't think you want me to answer that."

"Oh, come on, I think we're past the point of embarrassing each other."

He looks hesitant, "Okay, well, I mean...yeah, maybe."

"Yeah? Like...once or twice, or..."

"A few times," he says slyly.

"Harry! What kind of stuff do you think about?"

He just shrugs.

I slide my tongue over my teeth, heart beating as a little rush of excitement drives me on. "Do you ever...cum when you're thinking about me?"

He's still a moment, but then manges a hesitant nod.

I feel a little shiver run through me. "Do you cum on my face?"

Another nod, more confident as a hint of a grin pulls at his lip.

"In my mouth?" I run my tongue across my lips.

"Yeah..."

Oh, fuck yeah, Harry...

"So, you lie in bed thinking about me sucking your big...hard...cock?"

I'm sure I sound ridiculous, but he seems enthralled, and can barely manage a nod.

"Hmmm. Do you cum...on my tits?" I cup them and squeeze them gently.

"Y...yeah, sometimes."

"Yeah? You think I've got nice tits?"

"I think...think they're amazing."

I smile. It fills my face. Fuck he's so sweet. "Do you think about cumming...in my pussy?"

"I...have."

I squeeze my legs together. "You think about...what I taste like?"

He shakes his head, and the dejection must be obvious on my face, because his eyes go wide. "Oh, it's not...I'm sure it's...I just don't...I'm not really into...that."

"Eating pussy?"

"Yeah. I mean, I've never done it, but...I don't even really like touching them that much. I think fucking one would be okay, but..."

"So, in your twisted fantasy, you'd prefer if I had a big, thick, meaty cock, hey?"

He laughs. "I...wouldn't hate it." He snorts. "You've still got something down there that I like, though."

"Something..." I cock my head. "What's that?"

He shrugs.

I narrow my eyes, lip curling. "Harry, what do you think about licking?"

"You really want to know?"

So bad. I nod.

"I think about eating...about licking your...you know, your asshole."

Ohhh fuck. I actually shudder, a shiver of excitement spasming between my legs. God, I've never really thought about anyone doing that, but the idea that Harry fucking dreams about licking my ass? Fuck...

I draw in a ragged breath. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, sorry if that's...you know, gross."

"Tell me."

He blinks. "What?"

"Tell me what you do." I sound hungry, insatiable, a little breathless. I lick my lips. "When your jerking off, thinking about...doing that, what do you do?"

I see the smile slither back across his face. "Well, you're usually lying on your stomach, or on your knees, and I spread you apart, and just...lick and kiss all around it."

Oh fuck Harry, what are you doing to me? That delightful spasm runs through my crotch again, tantalizing as it whispers about the burning well of arousal that swells between my legs.

"Do you...make me cum that way?"

He nods. "Every time."

I glance at the door. "Do you think about doing that to Mr Davis?"

He bites his lip, then nods.

"Harry!"

I'd especially never considered doing anything like that, but...would I, if he asked me? I've seen girls do it in porn, I guess, it's not that weird, and the guys always seem to love it. But God, I really want to know what it feels like. A part of me wants to suggest it right now, and the rest of me revels in the excitement of knowing Harry probably wouldn't hesitate.

Wait, could this actually...happen?"

"I like buttholes, Audrey, what can I say?"

"You've never actually done...that, though, right?"

"Well, no. But it's supposed to feel amazing, so I'd do it for him in a heartbeat."

And me? I desperately want to ask. "Wow," I breathe. "So...when you're done...licking my hole, and it's all slippery and wet, what do you do then?"

"Oh, I, uh...well..."

I lean in, putting a hand on his knee and whisper throatily, "It's okay, tell me."

"I fuck you," he breaths.

That wonderful electric shudder runs through me again, rippling all the way up my spine, tingling down my arms.

"In my ass?"

He nods.

And again.

"The whole thing?"

He nods.

"And you cum in me?"

"Yeah."

God, I feel like I could almost cum right now. I squeeze my bare thighs together tightly and slide my hand across his knee. "Surely it's not just me you dream about, right? You dream about doing this to everyone, yeah?"

"A few of them," he admits, "but..."

"But? I prompt.

"Mostly you."

I'm sure he's just saying that, but still, I'm all for it right now.

"Not even Scarlett, or Kirsty...or Cam, they all have nicer butts than me."

He shakes his head. "I mean...yeah, I've thought about them, but...they don't have nicer butts than you. Your ass is awesome, Audrey."

God I'm smiling uncontrollably.

"I'm not joking. I dream about your butthole a lot. I'm kinda obsessed with it."

"I bet you wouldn't dream about it if you'd seen it, it's really not that special."

"Are you kidding? I bet you have the most beautiful butthole I've ever seen."

I blink, feeling the warmth in my cheeks. "What?"

"Sorry, but, you absolutely would, I bet it's breathtaking."

God, that's the weirdest fucking thing anyones ever said to me, and yet quite possibly the sweetest. We stare at each other, barely a foot apart, my hand on his knee, lost in his dark eyes. My breathing slows, and without thinking, I lean in and press my lips to his. A fluttering lightness lifts me, all hazy and tingly, as that euphoric well of pleasure building between my legs burns. We hold the kiss, tender and warm, lips pressed tight, before I pull back.

It wasn't the deepest or hottest or the most passionate, but it's left me a little lightheaded. Harry's staring at me, smiling like a dazed idiot.

Fuck, I have no idea what I want right now. I don't even think I'm that attracted to him, not sexually at least. I'm not overwhelmed by lust or anything, but just turned on by the situation. I just really felt like kissing him.

"I've always wondered what that would feel like,' he says softly.

"Oh yeah?" There's that flush of excitement again, making me feel like I'm twelve years old. "So, was it alright?"

"Yeah, it was alright."

I grin, still close to him. "What have you thought about kissing more, my lips, or my..."

I nod downwards.

"Oh, well, I can't even tell you how many times I've thought about that."

"Creep."

He smirks at me. "What can I say? My imagination tends to run a bit wild."

"What if you didn't have to imagine," I blurt without thinking.

He blinks. "What?"

I freeze for a moment, but my mouth moves without me thinking. "What would you do, you know, if you had...a photo of it?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"I'd probably jerk off to it every single night." He laughs hesitantly. "I'd probably make it the background on my phone, so I could look at it all the time."

I pinch my lip between my teeth, fighting the stirrings between my legs. I deliberate, fighting against my better judgement, for all of a second, before sticking my hand out.

"What?"

"Give me your phone."

He freezes. "Why?

I almost falter, almost pull my hand back, but instead I double down on that impish smile, and shrug. "You'll find out."

He hesitates, then slowly withdraws his phone and hands it to me. I take it, opening the camera, and slowly slide backwards to the edge of my chair. I keep shifting until my ass is hanging over the edge, then, while holding my impish smile on Harry and without breaking eye contact, I slide my panties down until they meet the chair. I feel cool air on my ass, on the throbbing warmth radiating from my wet slit. I lean forwards towards him, sticking my ass out and spreading my cheeks, and lean back with his phone, holding it between my legs. His eyes are like fucking saucers. I take a few blind pictures, my hand trembling, then slowly raise the phone to look through them.

Holy shit, that's a picture of my butthole. A clear picture of my spread cheeks, my puckered pink hole surrounded by a rubbery star of wrinkled brown, and the tip of my pussy poking from my bundled underwear. Fuck, I never thought I'd be so excited by a picture of my own asshole.

I almost delete them all, my fingers shaking as they hover over the button. My mouth feels a little dry, but I lick my lips, and instead, click through the options, and set the photo as his background. I exit, and a little shudder runs through me as I see my rosebud filling his screen, my lips curling in a grin.

I slowly hand it back, casually, as if all I did was borrow it to check the time. He takes it reverently, his eyes still wide.

"You didn't really, did you?"

I slowly peel my panties back into place, and shuffle back onto my chair. I shrug. "What's your number?"

He tells me. I pull out my phone, enter it, and message him a wink. His screen comes on in his hands, and somehow, his eyes go even wider, almost comically large. He stares at the screen, practically drooling as a grin spreads across my face.

"Holy fuck Audrey..."

"Like it?"

"It's...beautiful."

I shove him gently.

"No, seriously. That is the most...magnificent asshole I've ever seen."

I snort. "Okay, you did not just call my butthole 'magnificent'."

He just shakes his head in wonderment, still staring at his screen. "Fuck, Audrey, I'm never gonna get that out of my head."

"Well, you don't need to."

"It's even better than I imagined. I never thought I'd actually get to see it."