Bathroom Conundrum (3 of 4)
The situation becomes 'heated'.
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Chapter 5
I look at her in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve seen me naked. Now I want to see you naked. Balance, remember?”
I freeze. She got me. She’ll consider me a coward if I don’t do it now. Or worse—that I do have a small dick. I make a last desperate attempt to wriggle free of her task. “It’s not fair.”
“Not fair? How?”
“Because you’re a nudist.”
“Naturist.”
“You're accustomed to being nude in front of strangers. You said it yourself. I’m not.”
“Do you still consider me a stranger? After what we have shared?”
“I don’t even know your name."
“Oh… It’s Alice, like in Alice in Wonderland. Yours?”
“Hansel. Like in Hansel and Gretel.”
“It’s not!” She laughs. “You can’t be Hansel. Nobody sane would name their kid Hansel. Not here, anyway.”
“You’d be surprised how people name their kids.”
“Not Hansel. No way. Tell me your true name.”
“All right. It’s Leo. I couldn’t come up with a tale name.”
“Really? How about Leo from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe?”
“I forgot about that one. But the name’s not in the title.”
“It doesn’t have to be. So, since we know each other now…”
“You’re persistent.”
“That, I am.”
“You know you’re not supposed to use the game to force someone to do what they’re uncomfortable doing?”
“Since when? I thought that was the game’s goal, actually.”
“Fine.” I slowly take off my t-shirt.
Her eyes grow wide. “Nice abs. You work out?”
“I race.”
“Race?”
“In a punt.”
“In what?”
“It’s a flat-bottomed boat, like a gondola, but narrower. We use long poles to push off the riverbed.”
“Interesting. Do you win?”
“Always.”
She smiles. “Now I see a different side of you. You stopped being so uptight.”
“I’m not uptight.”
“Like a typical Brit. They spoiled you there.”
“They didn’t.”
“Now, your pants. Or… trousers, that’s the word. Go on. And If you want more ‘balance’…" She reaches for her towel. "I can remove this."
“That’s unnecessary.” I remember what The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy said on the front page: Don’t panic. But it’s too late. The image of her naked body flashes in my mind, and my pants automatically fill out. “Can I ask you a question?”
“As long as you continue taking off your clothes.”
I reach for my socks. “On a nude beach… How do men… What do they do when they’re…”
“Aroused?”
“Right.”
“Nothing. It doesn’t happen that often, but even if it does, nobody cares. It’s natural. And you can always jump into the water. Why?” Her gaze focuses on my fly. “Oh… I see.”
“Do I have to?” I move my hands in front of my pants.
“No, but if you don’t, you’ll forfeit the game. And, to keep the balance, I’ll make sure you’ll never see me naked again.”
Do I want to see her naked again? Hmm… I unzip my fly and take my pants off.
“Interesting…”
“What’s interesting?” Heat gathers in my face again.
The cheeky smile on her face tells me that despite the boxer shorts I’m wearing, she can clearly see how my body reacts to hers. “You didn’t lie.”
“About what?”
“Your dick. It’s not… small.”
“Can you stop commenting on how I look, please? It’s humiliating.”
“Guys do it all the time. But you’re… different.”
"Am I?"
“They would rip their clothes off in seconds if they were with me.”
“You’re finished boasting?”
“Boasting?”
“That everyone wants to have sex with you.”
“You don’t?”
I hesitate, debating the best reply. “Not like that.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Then, like what?”
“In a… more gradual way. We could start with a kiss.”
“Funny you mentioned that…” Do I see her face flush?
“What do you mean?”
“Just a thought… Your shorts now.” She gestures with her head.
Resigned, I slip my fingers inside the waistband. “You sure I have to take it off?”
“You asked me to dominate you. That’s what I’m doing. And it’s only a start.”
“It was a joke.”
“How the hell should I know that? I thought you were serious.” She leans closer, near enough for her breath's delicate warmth to dance across my lips. “Honestly? I’ve seen hundreds of dicks on my beach. I don’t care if you take it off. But since you have a problem with that, I want to offer you an alternative.”
I drink in her sweet breath. “Alternative?”
“You said you wanted to start with a kiss.”
I lean in, but she presses her fingertips to my lips. “Not like this.”
“Brilliant…”
“That would be too easy. Ask me the question first.”
“What question?”
“We’re still playing the game.”
"Um… Truth or dare?"
“Truth. Now ask me what my unfulfilled dream is about the first kiss with a new guy.”
“Uh…”
“Do it.”
“What’s your first kiss… I mean, your dream about your first kiss? With a new guy.” I frown. “You have a dream about the first kiss?”
“Acting out that dream is your alternative.”
“I’m game.”
“Hmm… I wonder…”
“So, what’s your dream?”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “You see… the entire world is about conventions.”
“Conventions?”
“When I meet a guy, the same scenario always plays out. The guy asks me out, and then he tries to get more physical, at some point going for the first kiss. You know, first the lips, no tongue, then with tongue, sometimes my neck first, then the lips, his hands all over my body, then first base, second base… You know the drill.”
“I guess.”
“It’s always the same.”
“And you want different?”
“Yes. Ever since I was old enough to consider these things, I’ve had this dream about the first kiss.”
“Go on.”
“I wanted it to be unique.”
“Right.”
“Delicate, but bold at the same time.”
“Okay.”
“The first physical thing to happen between me and a guy should be something special. No grabbing my ass.”
“Special?”
“Deeply intimate.”
“Mmm.”
“But romantic at the same time.”
“Great.”
“So I came up with this plan.”
“I’m listening.”
"I wanted to try it with other guys, but I didn't believe they could do it."
"You want me to try?"
“If you’re bold enough.”
“Hmm…”
“You have to understand how important it is that you do it exactly as I tell you.”
“Aha.”
“It’s my most intimate dream. If you manage this…” She stands up, slowly unwrapping the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Her dark nipples gain my attention, making it near impossible to focus on her face. My boxers tighten again.
“If you do it right… I’ll let you do anything." She steps closer. "No holding back. No limits. And…” With her right hand, she gently touches the front of my shorts. “And I know you want me.”
At this point, I can’t deny her anything.
“So, will you do this for me?”
I swallow and nod.
She steps away, picks up her towel, and wraps it around herself. She leans on the sink again. "Now listen carefully, because I’m going to tell you exactly what I want."
Chapter 6
I give her my total attention when she explains her needs.
“I want to feel… love in your lips touching my skin.”
“But—”
“I don’t care if you love me or not. We’ve just met, so it would be weird if you did. But I want to feel it. To imagine it, at least. Get it?” She almost frightens me with her resolve.
“Sure.”
“The first touch of your lips has to be… gentle. Like a painter’s brush starting to create a beautiful picture. Just a whisper of pressure to give me a hint of the things to come.”
I nod. I feel so stupid that a girl gives me instructions on how to kiss her for the first time. But I promised to play along.
“Linger in one place only for a moment. Let your lips drift, their subtle motions unveiling fresh regions. No tongue at this point. Not yet.”
I nod again, stunned. Is that how she writes her books?
“Then you can capture my skin between your lips. But be delicate, don’t suck.”
“Fine.”
“Observe how I react. If I lean closer or shrink away.”
“I will.”
“When the moment’s right, let your lips be the sheath housing a blade.”
"Ah… right." The way she talks about it is… weird. If I didn’t know how to kiss, that wouldn’t tell me anything at all. But it’s her fantasy, after all. Why not let her have what she wants?
“I want to feel as if touched by a virgin man who had no prior experience and is worried he might do something wrong.”
“I can try that.”
She frowns at me. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“What?” I snort. “Of course not.”
“Because you act like one—all this fuss with getting undressed. Twenty-year-old virgin.”
“I’m twenty-two.”
“Even worse.”
“I’m not a virgin. I’ve been with many girls.”
“But did you have sex with them?”
“Seriously?” I don’t know if to laugh or get furious at her.
“How many girls have you had?”
“What? Look…”
She shoots me a death glare.
“I lost count.”
“Likely story…”
“Can’t you just… leave it?”
“Sure. Have you ever been in a serious relationship?”
“Alice… Please.”
“Have you?”
I sigh. “Define serious.”
"Lasting more than a couple of months. Where you believed she was the one and only."
“The first—yes. The second—no, not really.”
“Hmm… What was her name?”
“That’s enough. Stop interrogating me. I’m willing to give you that first kiss you dreamed of, but treat me with some respect.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were so touchy.”
“I’m not, but there’s a line.”
“There’s a line, he says…”
“Stop it, or I'll bite you instead of kissing.”
Her smile falters. “That would hurt.”
“It would. Anything else before I start?”
“Not really. I don’t want you to go too fast. It’s our first kiss, after all. I want it to last.”
“Don’t worry. I'll act as a perfect virgin for you. I hope I still remember that time.”
“Not too virgin, though. I want to enjoy it.”
“You will.”
She claps her hands. “Wonderful!”
“You want me to do it now?” I prepare to get closer, worried my breath may no longer be fresh.
“Now will be perfect. And when you're through, you can kiss me on my mouth.”
“When I’m… Wait. What? Where exactly do you want me to plant that first kiss?”
“I thought it was obvious. On my clit.”
"On your…" I'm too stunned to utter the word.
“Clit. Is ‘clit’ the Voldemort in your vocabulary?”
“What?”
"The word that must not be named? I told you: delicate but bold, deeply intimate and romantic at the same time. Where do you think I wanted it?"
A sigh escapes from her lips, followed by a crease forming between her eyebrows. "Can you do this for me or not?"
"Well…"
"I understand it's not something you usually do the moment you meet a new girl. I could even be sick or something. So you don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Are you sick?"
"I wouldn't ask you to do this if I were. My recent STI test results came back clean, but I understand if you don't trust me. And…" She looks down. "I’ve never told anyone about my dream. You're the first."
She's so… crazy. And yet she remembered about a potential health risk.
"It's okay if you don't do this, but then you'll have to take off your shorts. It was an alternative, remember?"
“But the first kiss to be on your…”
“Clit. Imagine in the future, when we’re married, and our children ask how we first kissed we can—”
"I'll do it. Just… stop talking about our… children."
"Great."
Her wink tells me it was a joke. That makes me relax. Otherwise, I would think she was mad. Well, she is, but I kind of… like it.
She unwraps her towel, letting it drop to the floor. With a gesture, she invites me to take the place in front of her.
When I kneel, she parts her legs, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy, with its lips slightly apart, drawing me in. Somehow, any doubts I had about it slowly go away. I only have to remember to focus on her… clit.
“Will this position be alright with you?”
“The position’s perfect, thank you.” I look up. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re a bit… unusual?”
She frowns, as if considering the question. “People keep telling me I’m crazy. Why, you think they’re right?”
“Definitely.”
“You’re so sweet.”
I return her smile, then position my hands on her thighs and lean in to perform according to her detailed instructions.
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