Teach Me Dirty(30)

Lizzie clapped her hands. “Bravo, Hels Bells, that’s perfect. Perfect! Hold that look.” She brushed her thumb across my lips. “Open your mouth, just a little bit.”

I opened my mouth, just a little bit.

“And breathe… slowly…”

I breathed slowly, and Lizzie smiled.

“You look amazing, Helen. Beautiful.” I didn’t believe her, and she read my mind. “Alright, doubting Thomas, hold that pose…”

She whipped out her phone in a heartbeat and the click of her camera sounded before I could protest.

“Look!” she said, and gave me the phone.

I could hardly bear to look, embarrassment churning, but the picture really wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t bad at all. My pupils were wide, darkened by my lashes, and my lips looked full and soft. And I looked… sexy… I actually looked sexy. Not sexy like Lizzie, with her confidence and her mischief, just… sexy.

“It’s the angle,” she explained. “It’s… hot… suggestive. And the eyes and the lips are just gorgeous. It just works.” She puffed up like a proud little pigeon. “I knew you could pull off the sexy student look.” She manhandled me into a kneeling position. “Next pose.” She angled my shoulders away from her. “Look towards me, but not all the way… as if you’re looking at me, but don’t want to make it obvious. You can pull this little move across the art room, it will work a treat.”

I tried my best to follow her commands, but she had to prod and push me into the right position.

“Now, look at me like you did a minute ago… look at me like you want me… but make it shy, make it… forbidden… like you want him but you know you shouldn’t… like a secret…”

“It is a secret.”

“It should be easy, then!” she said. “And the mouth thing. Do the mouth thing.”

I did my best, and it seemed to be good enough.

“Now, meet my eyes once, look away, twice, look away, then third time hold it. Hold my eyes, and take a breath, like I’m the love of your whole entire life and you can’t wait to get inside my panties.”

“Lizzie!” I giggled. “This is silly.”

“Trust me!”

“And this really works?”

“Yes!”

I shrugged and tried to sink back into the memory of him, taking long deep breaths before I caught Lizzie’s eye. I fluttered and looked away, and did it again, and then I held her gaze, and I took a breath, and a grin crept over her face.

“Helen Palmer, you’re so f*cking pretty.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“And you look like a kinky little peach, ripe for the picking.” She giggled and drank more wine. “He’s going to eat you up, you’ll see.”

“Just because I look at him at a funny angle with my mouth open?”

“Because you look like a hot little minx who wants to ride his cock all night long.”

I groaned. “But this isn’t me. Why can’t I just be me?”

“You are being you! You’re just… accentuating things.”

“But I don’t want to accentuate things. I want him to want me.” There were tickles in my stomach again. “I had the padded bra on, Lizzie, and I felt like such a fraud as he pulled it away. It’s just… fake…”

“Not fake!” she protested. “It’s letting him see you! Letting him see how much you want him!”

“He already knows.” I felt sad, as though I expected Lizzie’s foolproof seduction technique would be some bottled voodoo magic or something.

She sighed, exasperated. “Fine. Well, what about when you’ve got him? You can at least practice the f*ck, I want you expression.”

“The what?”

She offered me the wine and I drank down the dregs. “Get back on all fours.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Hels, seriously.” She tutted. “I do know what I’m talking about.”

“Fine.” I got back in position, and Lizzie came closer, and I suddenly felt more drunk.

“When he gives you his cock, Hels, you’ve got to be hungry for him, pretend like sucking his dick is the most satisfying thing you’ve ever done…”

My heart pounded at the thought, no pretending necessary.

“…now do that look again…”

I did the look again.

“…and open your mouth…”

I opened my mouth.

“…and be gentle, Helen, gentle and needy…”

Without warning Lizzie pushed her thumb into my mouth. I was so shocked I recoiled, but she grabbed hold of my hair with her free hand.

“You said you’d do what I asked, remember?” Her voice was softer, and it made me feel strange inside. “Suck my thumb, Helen… suck me and look at me like I’m him…”

It felt weird, and a little bit icky, and there was something strange about Lizzie, something that made my stomach churn, but I did it. I sucked her thumb, really gently, remembering how Mr Roberts’ mouth had felt around my nipple. I sucked and I flicked my tongue around her, and she pushed it in and out until my mouth was making soft little noises. I felt dirty. The whole thing felt dirty.