Bibliophiles

"I-"

She stripped off her top and unclasped her bra. "Come on, I won't bite.You made sure of that." She bounced up and down on her bed to make her breasts jiggle.

"Okay, okay," he said. She was right, he really did want to do it and the thought of this had crossed his mind many times that night. But in truth, he went along because it he didn't know what else to do.

He got on the bed with her and put his hands on her breasts. "It feels good when I squeeze them, right?" He was embarrassed that he was smiling, but he couldn't help it.

"Don't feel bad about it!" she said.

He blushed when he realized she noticed his hesitation. But as he played with her flesh, his control over her made him feel empowered enough to ask her something.

He took his hands off her and said, "I want to make you feel good too. Could you tell me how you like it?" He gulped after speaking. The question betrayed his inexperience and weakness. Suddenly, he felt vulnerable again and braced himself for her inevitable disdain.

Instead, she took his hand and guided it to her chest. "Okay, you gotta squeeze here and do it with this much pressure. Yeah, that's nice. Now squeeze the nipple like this. Good. Oh, gooood." She bit her lip and smiled at him.

She put her hands behind her and leaned back on them, leaving him free to explore her as she gave tips. He felt like he was in a dream, seeing her get aroused felt so unreal. It was unbelievable, he was actually making someone else enjoy his touch!

"That's reeeaaaaly niiiiice," she said after some time. "But it's time you saw more of me. She pulled away from him and stripped off her dress and panties in a single motion. After throwing her clothes off the bed, she spread her legs to give him a good view of everything she had.

She was naked while he was not and her vulnerability gave him the courage to say exactly what went on his mind. "Wow, porno's so inaccurate. Hollywood has lied to me yet again."

"I can shave," she volunteered. "You could even help me do it."

"No, no. It's different, but more beautiful than I imagined."

"Do you need a lesson too? I'll give you a clue: it's where the cock goes."

Upon hearing the implied ignorance, he backed out and said, almost in a whisper, "I know where it goes."

"I'm sorry!" she hugged him before he could say another word. "I was only joking," she said into his ear. "Don't feel bad."

Her bare chest pressed into his and she was close enough that he could smell her. The sweat of last night should have smelled horrible on her, but all he noticed was they he was close enough to smell her. He was close enough to smell her! It felt so intimate.

"I'm sorry", he said. "I should have known it was a joke." He took a deep breath of her scent before breaking the hug and pushing her back. "You had a point. You need to teach me." He held her hand. "Here, guide me."

She showed him that special spot and how she liked to touch her clit. When he giggled from the awkwardness of inexperience, she matched it with a giggle of her own so he wouldn't feel out of place. Soon, she found herself wanting more.

"This is the point," she said as she gasped for breath, "when you need to put in her."

"How should I-"

"I'm so fucking hot that it doesn't matter. Just stick it in and I'll come." She was a bit exasperated now, but was careful not break his fragile eagerness.

"Shit, wait. I'm still dressed." He backed out and fumbled with his belt. "Fucking pants buttons. I'm only buying zippers from now on." He was so into the moment that he didn't notice how casually he had just spoken.

"I'll keep myself hot for you," she said. She rubbed herself as he raced to undress. The sight of her flushed and needy made him anticipate her even more.

When she was ready, she cleared the path and spread her legs.

He entered her on the first try.

"So soft," he said. "Do you like it when I push like this?"

She just moaned back with something unintelligible. She meant to say yes.

He squeezed her breast like she taught him and tried to ask her if it felt good. But his question degenerated to a set of grunts when he felt the pressure of her engulfing his dick.

Instinct took over for the both of them, washing everything away until there was only an endless moment of unity.

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Epilogue

The couple read in the sunshine, back to back on a picnic cloth.

"Done," said Harriet triumphantly.

"Damn. Ten more pages," said William.

She closed the book and her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face and the warmth his back on hers. When she heard him close his copy, she turned around. He had done the same and they were face to face.

He smiled at her. "Damn, I can't believe what they did to Matthew."

"But you know they foreshadowed it."

"Oh. I thought they were just faking it then. I mean, it was so over the top!"

The conversation continued until they started talking about the sex scene. Then, there was only kissing.

"Stop. There are kids watching," she said. Contrary to her words, she didn't stop kissing him.

"You're right," he said. "We can't re-enact it here. We need rope."

She imagined herself getting tied up just like in the story. Yeah, that would be so hot. She was so caught up in the image that she yelped when he petted her between her legs.

"Rope," he said. "We need rope."

They packed up as fast as they could and drove home.

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Author's Note:

Such much stories went half-finished after I work on them over a week. Then, this one came along and wrote the first draft in a day.

You're probably tired of hearing authors ask for comments, but I'll say it anyway since we really, really mean it. Send me feedback even if it's just to say you read the story.

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