Loosening the Bun

"Hmm. I've probably been staring at it too long. Okay, let's leave it before I fix things too much and mess it up. Heavens, now I'm nervous and there's still another hour before judging. Let's go put this stuff in the car and then we can walk around."

After they came back inside, he took her hand, and they walked around to see what everyone else had done. Her pieces were better than most, but there was some incredible art here that he would not have guessed was edible. There were as many different interpretations of the theme as you could imagine. There were sports balls, social-event-type balls, disco balls, spherical shapes, and one somehow PG adaptation of testicles.

"Oh, I'm so nervous. I come here for my work to be judged, and I want constructive criticism so I can improve, but I don't want to be judged at the same time, you know?" She went to presumably smooth her bun down and caught herself as she didn't find a bun at all. He watched her fists clench at the realization that her security blanket was missing.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her softly.

"I...yes." Her wide eyes met his.

"Come with me." He pulled her off the main floor and down a corridor where he found a small, dark meeting room with a couple of loveseats. He ushered her in and locked the door behind him.

"What are we doing in here? Won't we get in trouble?" Her voice held a large dose of trepidation.

"It's okay, I promise. I've been here several times before for different conventions. No one uses these rooms on the weekends. Here, sit down and let me hold you for a few minutes." He sat down on one of the loveseats and tugged her gently into his arms.

As she settled, she let out a long breath and let her full weight rest against him. He rubbed her back soothingly and smelled her sweet hair. When his hand trailed up into her hair, she made the purring noise again.

Her hand started trailing up and down his thigh getting closer and closer to his groin. "Whatcha doin', JB?"

"Trying to be brave." She slid her hand up even higher, grazing his balls.

He hissed out a breath. "Do you feel like I expect this or is it something you genuinely want? Because that makes a big difference." His dick was saying it didn't care, but he was stubbornly keeping his heart in control.

"I want this. I want you. But I need you to teach me. I...Robbie said I'm not good at this stuff. He said I'm frigid and implied that I was broken," she said into his shoulder.

"There are so many things wrong with what he said, but we'll address that later. Are you sure that you want to do this now and not when we get home?" The last thing he wanted was to do anything she'd regret, and doing something in a semi-public area seemed to be something that would not rank high on her 'proper meter'.

Her hand roamed over his hardening dick, and it throbbed in response. "Is...am I making it do that?"

He tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, gently sucking on her bottom lip. "You've made it do that every day since we met."

She gasped and squeezed him, and his hips twitched, dying to thrust into her hand. He grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Am I doing it wrong?" she asked meekly.

"No, baby. But it wouldn't take much more of you touching me to make me cum, and I don't want to make a mess in my pants."

"Oh," she said with a tone filled with disappointment.

"Would you allow me to make you come, Sweet June?" He nuzzled her nose and looked into her eyes.

"O...okay. You can try. I don't...we don't have any lube. And I...my body doesn't make any."

That didn't sound right. He was betting that Robbie and anyone else she'd been with didn't know what they were doing. But that was a discussion for another time. "What if I use my mouth?"

Her eyes widened and she gasped. "You would really want that? I thought...I thought that was only something they did in books. Robbie said..."

He cut her off with a kiss and put her hand on his now steel-hard, throbbing length. "Feel this? This is what the thought of putting my mouth on you does to me. I want it for me as much as I want it for you. You'd really be doing me a favor."

"I...I would?"

He growled in her ear and gently nipped her earlobe. "Oh yes. May I? Please?"

"Um, sure. Yes." She still sounded uncertain, but he thought it was more that she was afraid he didn't really want it.

"Let's pull your skirt up. Lift your hips a bit. There." Her pretty, cotton, flower panties peeked out, taunting him. He buried his face between her legs and inhaled. "Ohhhh yes." He looked up from between her legs and met her wide eyes. "Better than I imagined." He lightly brushed his fingers over her mound, and he heard her breath hitch. Pulling the crotch of her panties aside, he got his first peek at her pretty pussy. She was all-natural, just the way he liked it. Her clit slightly protruded from the pretty pink line of her slit. He loved pussies that hid their treasures like this. He groaned and took his first long lick from her opening to her clit.

"Oh!" she cried, hips jerking.

"Shh!" He laughed softly and did it again before circling his tongue around her clit, making it twitch."

"Gavin!" she whisper-yelled, her legs tensing.

He'd better not draw this out too long, but soon, he'd spend all day between her thighs making her scream until she had no voice left. He started lapping with long strokes, ending each one with a gentle suck to her quivering clit. Her thighs clamped around his head. He homed in on her clit and started a targeted licking, sucking motion that made her thighs start to spasm.

"Gavin...what's..." Her hips thrust into his mouth, and she slapped him on the head. A peek up showed her head thrown back in ecstasy.

He kept up the motion and slid a single finger into her pussy. Can't make her own lube, my ass. She exploded, crying out and digging her short nails into his bare scalp. He would wear those marks like a badge of fucking honor. She rode his face and her juices flowed into his beard. She whimpered as she started to come down, and he gave her one last lick. He hoped she'd let him do that again when they got back to her house later.

"Oh my...was that...shhhugar..." she panted. "Thank...thank you."

"Oh, JB. Thank you." He fixed her panties and licked his lips to clean her off. He didn't want to waste it by wiping it on his shirt. He stood and helped her to stand so she could fix her skirt, then pulled her back down into his arms and kissed her forehead.

"You...you liked that?" she asked hesitantly.

He drew her attention to the rod in his jeans with the wet spot of precum at the head. "I loved it so much that this is painful," he teased.

"Oh! I...I'm sorry? I'm not sure if that's good or bad." She peeked up at him.

"Totally worth it. If you're in the mood, you can help me with it later."

"Yes," she said quickly. "Will you teach me to put my mouth on you? Robbie said..."

He put his hand over her mouth, hesitant that she wouldn't want to be kissed after his mouth had been on her. "Robbie was an idiot who didn't know what he was doing."

"He's very intelligent, actually. And he'd been with several women before me, so he had experience."

"And was he your first?" He asked gently.

"Yes. I waited until marriage like Gran taught me."

"I'll be generous and say that maybe you two just didn't have chemistry, but I'd be willing to bet that he was 99.9% of the problem," he grumbled.

"Hmm," she muttered, then looked at her watch. "We should get back out there. The judging should be almost finished."

He gave her one more kiss on the head before standing and leading them out of the little meeting room. Luckily, the corridor was clear, and there were bathrooms close by so they could each clean up.

June emerged with a lovely flush on her cheeks, her new wavy hairstyle bringing out her eyes. A tone sounded and an intercom announced that the results would be ready shortly. They hurried to the room and took a seat. Of course, her categories were read last.

She didn't place in cookies, which stunned him. He thought hers were some of the best. She didn't seem disappointed, clapping and cheering for the winners. When they got to sculpted cakes, she gripped his hand tightly. They talked about the high level of talent this year and how hard it was to make a decision. The final results came down to the most minute of details. Blah blah blah, just read the names already! He screamed internally.

"And third place for sculpted cakes, Rebecca Smith!" Applause, cheers, pictures. "And second place, June Branch! Congrats, June!" June sat frozen.

"JB, you got second place!" he nudged her shoulder.

"Oh! Oh my goodness!" She sprang up and walked to the stage to collect a small trophy and a check. He snapped a few pictures with his phone. When she returned to him, he put her winnings on the chair and pulled her into a giant bear hug.

"I'm so proud of you, JB! Here, let me send you a pic so you can tell Bruce." He texted her a picture of her smiling widely, accepting her prize.

They clapped for the final winner (in his opinion, it was nowhere near as good as June's) and made their way back out to the car. After they buckled in, June sent a quick text to Bruce. As she was pulling onto the interstate, her phone rang, and Bruce's icon showed up on the screen.

She tapped a button on the steering wheel to answer. "Hello, Bruce."

"Junie Bee! You won! But I think you sent me the wrong picture. Did Gavin take one of you?"

Gavin laughed lowly.

"Gavin, is that you? Am I on speaker?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, we're in the car. And that was the right picture. Do you not recognize your own sister?" June asked.

Silence.

"Bruce, did I lose you?"

"I'm...here...Junie...you look incredible." Bruce's voice sounded choked up. "You look like the sister I remember from when I was little before..." Bruce sniffled. "You didn't just loosen the bun, you got rid of it!"

"I know. I've made quite a few revelations recently. Your boss is a pretty good guy."

"Hey, I had nothing to do with this. You did it on your own," Gavin said, squeezing her thigh.

"Okay, that's fair. But you had a hand in waking me up," June told him as she glanced over at him.

"My little sis is growing up!" Bruce joked with a now-exaggerated sniffle.

"Oh, go shove it up your...bottom," June replied.

"We have plenty of implements in stock for that purpose, Junie. I'm sure Gavin would be happy to show..."

"I'm hanging up now! Love you, bye!"

"I'm going to have my hands full with the two of you, aren't I?" Gavin asked, teasingly.

"I sure hope so," she replied.

Chapter 6

June was a mix of nerves and excited anticipation. The whole day had been just...wow. Gavin was just...WOW. The way he supported her, the way he made her feel, and the way he made her feel. Holy banana split. She couldn't believe he'd wanted to use his mouth on her, and that she'd let him do it right there in the convention center.

"I, um, I'm sorry about your head," she told him as she steered the car into her driveway. Maybe that would bring the topic of sex back up without her having to ask about it.

He looked at her with a confused expression. "My head?"

"My nails, they left marks..."

He laughed with a tone she could only describe as devious. "I'll wear them like a badge of honor. Will you give me more when we go inside?"

She gasped. "Y...uh huh..." She sat frozen and stared at him.

"Come on, JB. Show me your bedroom." Could his voice get any sexier?

She got out of the car and closed the garage door before unlocking the door to the house. Mitzy and Jumbo Shrimp met them at the door. Mitzy rubbed against their legs and purred, but Jumbo Shrimp screamed at them like he hadn't eaten in a week.

"You silly little creature," she said fondly. She opened the cupboard and pulled out a pouch of kitten food. Before she could get it open, Jumbo Shrimp had latched onto it and was hanging by his teeth, growling.

Gavin bent down and detached the little teeth so she could squeeze the pouch into a bowl. When released, Jumbo Shrimp attacked the food and scarfed messily and loudly. When he was nearly finished, he started to doze off and ended up falling asleep with his head in the bowl. Mitzy, on the other hand, was a perfect lady who finished her food calmly and then cleaned herself daintily.

June realized she'd just been standing there happily watching them, and Gavin was pressed behind her with his chin on her shoulder. A smile took over her face and made her cheeks hurt.

"Will you show me your bedroom now?" he mumbled against her ear.

She nodded and led him to the master bedroom where her Grandmother's quilt had just been replaced by a brightly colored down comforter. She tried to turn around when the door shut behind them, but he held her firm.

"You can say no or stop or slow down at any time. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I didn't bring any condoms. I'd be happy to go buy some, or we can wait for that step."

"No. I don't want to wait. I'm on birth control and I've been tested. And...I trust you. If you trust me," she told him quietly.

"Oh June," he groaned.

He kissed her neck, making her shiver. He massaged her scalp, and just like before, the feeling made her groan. That may be her new favorite thing. Pushing her hair to one side, he sucked an earlobe into his mouth, making his beard tickle her shoulder. Her little bud was starting to do its dance again.

"Can we take this off?" He gripped the bottom of her shirt and ran his thumbs over her belly.

"Uh-huh," she breathed.

He slowly pulled the shirt over her head, trailing his fingers the whole way. She was about to turn around when his bare chest pressed against her back. She looked down to see his tattooed arms banded around her milky, pale skin, the dichotomy like the best piece of art. He trailed his hands along her flat belly and ran his thumbs under the underwire of her bra.

"Off," she said with a wiggle. "Take it off."

He laughed that devious laugh and slowly trailed his hands around to the hooks in the back. She wished he would stop doing everything so darn slowly. When she felt the hooks release, she ripped the bra from her arms.

Suddenly, she was assaulted by self-consciousness and fought covering herself. "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind that I don't have much there."

He kissed where her neck met her shoulder. "They're perfect. Look at these nipples."

Her breasts were small handfuls, but her nipples were obscenely large and pointy, and they annoyed her to no end if her bra wasn't soft enough. He ran his palms up over them and gently rolled them between his fingertips.

"Oh! Gavin!" That seemed to have a line right to her little bud that was dancing like crazy now.

"Mmm," he growled. "I love sensitive nipples. Go lie down on the bed, on your back. I'm going to take care of you."

"O...okay. I get to take care of you too, right?"

"Oh yes, sweetheart. I promise. But right now, taking care of you is going to turn me on so much."

She did as he asked and impulsively lost her skirt and shoes on the way, leaving her in only her panties. Apparently, arousal was a confidence booster. He growled and stalked toward the bed, losing his pants. Her eyes widened at the size of him in his tight boxer briefs. He crawled on the bed and settled on top of her with his knees and elbows taking most of his weight. His large member was against her thigh and her body arched toward it.

"Kiss..." she begged.

"Gladly," he said darkly as he kissed her with a passion he hadn't shown before.

Her arms banded around his back, and she kissed back and fed him her tongue. She whimpered into his mouth as he devoured her and rubbed his member against her.

"More, please..." she whimpered into his mouth. Her hips were rocking upwards, seeking.

He trailed kisses down her neck and between her breasts before taking her right nipple in his mouth and suckling gently. She cried out and pulled his head to her chest tighter. "Gavin, please!"

"Please what?" he asked, moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

"I...I don't know...please..." Her head was thrashing from side to side, and she felt like she was going to vibrate apart. She'd never felt this before. Was this normal?

He kissed down her belly and pulled her panties off before burying his head between her legs and seemingly breathing her in. He pulled back and gently pulled her lips apart and just looked at her. She resisted the urge to snap her knees together.

"Hey JB," he rumbled.

"Mmm?" Why was he talking? His fingers delved between her lips, and she heard a sloshing sound like someone was stirring pudding. What was that?

"Your ex was the broken one, not you." He lifted his fingers to show them coated in arousal before sucking each finger off one by one.

Her breath stuttered in and out as that action inexplicably aroused her even more. "I didn't...oh my..."

"I hate to break the mood, but did you and he have penetrative sex often? If so, was it pleasurable for you? I'm only asking because I want to make this as good for you as possible." His voice was gentle and kind, and she tried to catch her breath before answering.

"No, um, he said something was wrong with me. We tried many times, but it was always painful for me. He used the lube, but still..." She trailed off, embarrassed.

"There is nothing wrong with you, JB, do you hear me?"

"I'm starting to believe that."

"Have you ever had a vaginal orgasm?" he asked.

"N...no. I've never even had a regular orgasm with anyone but you...except for by myself."

He smiled wickedly. "Then let the fun begin."

Her breathing had come back down to normal, so she gasped when he started running his thumbs over her bud, making her legs jerk. He buried his face between her legs, and she felt his tongue stroking. He started groaning while taking long licks, and she was almost there when he stopped.

"Noooooo..."

Cue evil laugh. He gently put one finger inside her and thrust it in and out. She could hear her wetness and couldn't believe it was real. One finger became two and it was a snug fit, but it was pleasurable. He sat up a bit, presumably for leverage, and started thrusting those two fingers in and out faster. A low noise started in her throat and her hips reached out for more. The fingers started moving faster and with more force. Suddenly, it felt like he crooked them forward. Her hips shot up and her eyes rolled back in her had. He restarted the thrusts and her body seized. She grabbed the sheets and pulled, needing something, anything to ground her.

"Gav...Daddy, please!"

"Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart."

He put a palm on her lower belly to hold her down and pistoned his fingers in and out until she felt like she was falling over a waterfall. Her body jerked like she was being electrocuted and animal-like noises were leaving her mouth without permission. Suddenly, she felt a gush of liquid leave her body and a euphoric rush washed over her. He slowed his fingers until finally stopping, helping her to come down gently.

Gavin lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She panted into his furry chest and gripped her hand against his side. Tears started to fall but she didn't feel sad.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's just the intensity. You were perfect. You made me so proud and turned me on more than anyone ever has before. I know it was hard to let go."

She tried to replay everything in her mind and suddenly, she stiffened. Oh my. "Gavin..."

"Yes, JB?"

"Did I...did I call you...Daddy?"

Somehow, she felt his smile. "Yes. And it felt good. But you don't have to call me that again if you don't want to."

"I...I'm not sure. It just came out."