Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... continued, "is that it wasn't sex's fault I didn't like it. And it wasn't my psychology either. They just weren't good boys."

"When did you realize this?"

Another wet sniffle. "Not until after the first time. When we started doing stuff together. You see Devin, you're not anything like those other boys. Or Mr. Delaney. With you, I feel safe and accepted, like I can be as weird and abrasive as I want and you'll never reject me."

Her grip around me tightened and I responded with the same.

"When you masturbated in my room the first night," she continued, "I was happy because I was getting to hang out with you more, in a new and exciting way. After that, I looked into porn. And I started having feelings. New ones."

I rubbed a tear from her cheek. "Alice, I'm so sorry--"

"Please don't do that. Please." She sighed and shuddered and her eyes tightened up into pink wet buttons as she wiped away at them. "I don't want you to be sorry. I kept it from you because I didn't want to change your perception of me. You're always calling me 'innocent' and 'clueless' and talking about how 'pure' I am. I was petrified you wouldn't love me anymore, or that you wouldn't love me in the same WAY, if I changed. I felt it would threaten the dynamic."

I squinted my eyes shut and felt my own tears forming. It was my fault, of course, it always was. The whole thing. From the first time she walked in on me, to the fight in front of Mrs. Ackerman's bushes, to the pain she felt right ...

... now. I'd done it all to my sweet Alice.

"Listen," I said, lifting her chin up to face me. Her eyes glistened. "I don't care that you're sexual. You can be as sexual as you want. I got upset that you weren't being truthful. But really, it was MY fault for making you feel that way. And you're right Alice, you ARE an adult. A grown woman with your own ideas and agency. You don't have to tell me things if you don't want to."

She leaned into my neck and kissed me there. "But I DO want to."

I held her for long, silent moments, listening to her breathe. She stroked my cheek gently with tiny, needling fingers. Her nail polish was black like her skirt. She crossed her legs together over my lap and hugged me close.

"I guess I'm a pretty dumb guy sometimes," I said.

She giggled. "I'm definitely the brains of this operation. Manipulating you is startlingly easy, in fact." She gazed up at me with that old glint of mischief. "Honestly, Devin. Did you really not think I knew what porn was until two weeks ago?"

"Uhhh..." I shook my head at her in disbelief. "You crafty little shit."

She squealed and giggled. "Yep. That's what I am alright."

Another moment of silence passed but now it was getting tense. Her small sighs wilted in my ear. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest and arms. Her breath was hot against me, her perfume sweet and lovely.

"I can get used to this," I whispered.

"Mm," she responded, nuzzling my neck. "Go ahead. You piddling stooge."

I felt an ...