Teach Me Dirty(52)

I opened my eyes in the lamplight and hers were right in my face. “Like it? This is silly, Lizzie. Silly.”

“I think you like it,” she said, and laughed against my neck. “You said you’d like it, being tied up.”

“Not like this,” I laughed. “By Mr Roberts, doh.”

“And I said it doesn’t really matter, just as long as it feels good.”

I felt a funny buzzing in my stomach. “Let me go, Lizzie, this is silly.”

She shook her head. “You’re my prisoner. You’ll have to say please.”

“Pleeeeeeease,” I mocked. “Pwetty pleeeeease. Cherries on top.”

“Close your eyes…”

“Say please with my eyes closed?” I was giggling again and I didn’t know why.

“Say please if you want, just close your eyes.”

I screwed my eyes shut. “Sometimes I think you’re the weird one. The weirdy weird one…” She yanked me down the bed, pulling me by my hips, and my arms were stretched out, the tie cutting into my wrists, but it felt so far away. “What are you doing? That’s tight…”

I felt her slide her leg over me, straddling me, and then she was laughing so quietly. It was cold as she pulled my top up, I felt the chill on my skin. And then it was warm, warm from her hands.

“Lizzie…?”

“Shh,” she said. “Just shh, Hels.”

I gasped as she pinched my nipples. She pinched them hard then rolled them in her fingers, and I felt it between my legs. I squirmed under her. “Lizzie… what… what are you doing?”

“Having fun,” she whispered. “Just stupid fun, Hels. It’s just fun.”

She pinched again and I squirmed. “Lizzie… ow… that feels… ow…”

“Good,” she said. “It feels good. Don’t pretend it doesn’t.”

“It feels… weird…”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it…”

A lurch in my stomach but it was far away. “Lizzie…”

“You like it, Helen. I know you do. Just keep your eyes closed…”

“Lizzie…” I said, but I didn’t open my eyes. “This is…”

“Good,” she said again. “Fun.” I felt her hands on me, squeezing me, flicking. “Don’t pretend this doesn’t feel good, either.”

And then it was her mouth, hot and wet and sucking at me. I wriggled, tried to pull my arms down, but they wouldn’t come. And then I was moving, rolling my hips and I didn’t even know why, didn’t know how to stop.

“That’s it…” she said, and licked at me again. “That’s so cute, Hels. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

“Lizzie… this isn’t…”

“It is…” she interrupted. “It’s fun.” I felt her fingers at my jeans, and she pulled at them until my legs were cold. “Cute,” she said. “You have cute little knickers on, Hels, very sweet.”

My insides jumped and twisted. “Lizzie… stop…”

“You don’t want me to stop…”

“But, I…”

“Your knickers don’t lie, Hels Bells. You’re soaking wet.”

I felt the embarrassment far away below the wine. “I don’t mean to…”

“It’s ok, Hels, it’s ok… just close your eyes, and forget about it…”

I opened my eyes long enough to focus on her, on her fingers reaching inside my panties. I gasped as she touched the right spot. “Lizzie… don’t…”

“You don’t want me to stop…”

But I did. I did want her to stop. Until I didn’t. Until it felt good, and my body forgot that it should feel weird. My hips were rocking and my hands gripped the headboard, and my breath was strange and frantic.

“That’s it, Hels… I knew you wanted this… call it practice…”

I heard the rustle of clothes, and then her weight on my belly before she slid down. I could feel her skin on mine, and she was hot, and clammy. She spread my legs, and I didn’t fight her, and then her weight was in the right place, and she felt so strange against me, rubbing against me. Her hips against mine, and her *, too.

Lizzie’s * was against mine, I could feel it. I could feel it even though it was far away. She was soft and hard at the same time. And warm, and wet, and nice…

And it felt good. I felt sick and fluttery and weird, but it felt good.

Her breath was weird and she was making funny little noises. She leaned forward and I felt her tits against mine, and her mouth was at my ear. “Let it happen, Hels, let it feel good. I promise it’ll feel good…” And then her hands were on my tits, squeezing them tighter. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Don’t pretend it isn’t… you want to be taken… you want to be tied up… it doesn’t matter who it is, Hels, just close your eyes.”

“Oh God…” And it felt so good. It felt so nice. She rubbed her * against mine, and I rubbed back, and it felt… it felt…

“That’s it… that’s good…”