Teach Me Dirty(31)

She pulled her thumb out and replaced it with two long fingers, and I didn’t stop her. Even though it felt wrong, I didn’t stop her. I’d promised, after all, promised to do what she said.

“You give good head, Hels, that’s really good…” she whispered. “He’s going to love you…”

Love me.

It would be the most beautiful thing.

“More,” she said, and slipped in a third finger. She pushed them deep, until I could feel them against the back of my throat. I fought back the urge to retch. “You’ve got such a pretty mouth, Helen. You’re going to drive him crazy…” She leaned in until her mouth was at my ear. “Suck me…”

Part of me wanted to say no, to tell her to stop being so silly and go back to normal, but my mouth was full, and the wine was in my system, and it didn’t seem so bad after all. I closed my eyes and sucked her fingers until my mouth made those soft noises, and I imagined it was him, and I was hot again. Hot and fluttery.

And then I felt her other hand. Squeezing at my tits. She pinched my nipple, and tugged at it, and it was still sensitive, sending sparks between my legs. I jumped away in shock and my heart was thumping.

“Lizzie? What are you doing? What was that for?”

She shrugged. “Chill out, Helen, I’m only trying to get you into it.”

“But I was… into it…”

“Trying to get you more into it, then.” She smiled. “Come on, don’t be shy, take your blouse off. He’ll probably be touching you when you’re sucking his dick, it’s good practice.”

The idea felt squirmy. “It’s ok, Lizzie, I’m good. You don’t have to do that…”

She slapped my arm. “Don’t be such a prude! Come on!” And her fingers were at my blouse, opening my buttons until she could pull it from my shoulders and I was there with just another crappy padded bra to hide my modesty.

She yanked the cups down and my face was burning. “Lizzie, what’s going on?” I giggled to make light of it.

“It’s just fun,” she said. “Lighten up. Show me what he did to you, I want to see.”

“You’re drunk.”

“A little,” she giggled back. “But so what? So are you.” She lowered her face to my tits and looked up at me, and she was doing that sexy thing again. My skin prickled. “Did he do this, Hels?”

I gasped as she flicked her tongue over my nipple.

“Relax,” she said. “I’m just playing…” Her breath was on me, and it made me shudder. “I bet he loved your cute tits, Hels.”

She was still giggling as she sucked on me, and her fingers reached up to tease my other nipple, just like Mr Roberts had done. Suddenly I was back in his passenger seat, nervous and hot and needy. I let out a strange little moan, and I wanted to rock my hips, wanted to touch where the tingles were.

“Lizzie… this is… this is weird…”

But she didn’t answer me.

“Lizzie… this feels…”

She sucked harder and it made me squirm. I could feel Mr Roberts’ hair under my fingers, remembered the way I’d held him to me. Lizzie’s fingers were rougher, they pinched and flicked and she used her teeth to nip me.

“Lizzie… wait… stop…”

But I was already rocking, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. And it was easy then, so easy to pretend it was him. I shifted position, until I was sitting on my heel, and rocking felt so good.

“Oh God, Lizzie, I want him to touch me again…” I whispered. “Oh please, please, let him touch me again…”

I heard her moan, and it felt so nice against my skin.

“I want to touch him, Lizzie… I want to see him… I want to suck him… I want to know how he tastes…” I rocked harder. “I want him inside me… Lizzie, oh God, I want him to f*ck me… I need him to f*ck me… he’s all I want… I want Mr Roberts…”

But she wasn’t Mr Roberts.

She was Lizzie.

“Stop…” I said. “Lizzie, stop, this is… just… weird.”

I pushed her away by her shoulders and she pulled a face when I pulled my bra back into place. “You said you’d do what I said! Jeez, Hels.”

“I just… I want Mark…”

“Oh, so he’s Mark now, is he?” She smiled but for a second her eyes didn’t. “I bet you didn’t tell Mark it was weird when he played with your tits, did you?”

I didn’t even have an answer. She was still giggly, but her shoulders were tense.

“You’re no fun tonight, Helen Palmer.” She poked her tongue out.

And then there was a knock. A loud knock. And I leapt from the bed like a rocket, eyes wide as I flung myself against the door. The handle turned down, and the door bounced open just a bit before my weight pushed it shut again.

Another loud knock. “Helen?” Mum’s voice sounded through. “Your dad will take Lizzie home now, you have school tomorrow…”

Lizzie rolled around on the bed, stifling giggles, but I wasn’t sure it was so funny.

“Ok, Mum… We’ll be right down.”

My heart was racing and I felt all screwed up. I did my buttons up quickly, but I stayed in position until I heard Mum heading back downstairs.