Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Oh gosh, there were definitely not books on this. Sure, there was reference, that is if porn could be counted as educational. She had seen enough of it to know what foreplay looked like, and how it was carried out. Heck, she had seen enough to know how every position was carried out. But she had never been in a porn. The closest thing to physical sex she had ever gotten was obviously masturbating. This was far from masturbating. Masturbating was for her own pleasure, and now, well now she needed to give someone else pleasure. The very idea both struck excitement and fear inside of her. Not so much fear as shyness. She had never heard moans other than her own, even then, she had never been a loud masturbater. Then again, she had always been holding her voice back, especially out of fear someone in the apartment could or would hear her. She had never touched anyone other than herself. She knew her body on a sexual level for years now. But someone else's, that was a new frontier. Mike certainly had no trouble pleasing her, however. From the moment they had started, his hands were somewhere on her body. She had gone from being cold in nothing but lingerie, to extremely hot anywhere he touched. His hands had quickly found their way to her rather endowed chest, grabbing at them carefully and massaging them. As amazing as it felt, she could only bite her lip, suppressing any noises she made out of both embarrassment and the fear that she could be heard. Just from him touching her nether's she found out how loud she could be. With how many people knew they were out there still partying, she didn't want them to listen in on what the two of them were doing. The images of people finding out almost turned her off entirely, but the more she felt his hands on her, the more she forgot about it. But then, he took moved backward. She got a bit scared for a second, thinking he thought she wasn't liking it because of lack of noise. But instead, he was removing his jeans. Well, she knew that he was large just from resting her fingers on his jeans just moments earlier. But his underwear couldn't suppress what the denim hid. Her eyes immediately fell on the cloth covered bulge, studying it in clear fascination, and a bit of an impressed gaze. If it wasn't for how nervous she was, she would have reached out and touched it, just to get a gauge on how it felt, or better yet, how big he really was. She had lifted her hand to try and push herself to touch him instead of looking like a dead beat, but he seemed to sense her apprehension. His hand grasped hers, moving it guide her in touching him more so than what she had before. On contact, she tensed up, surprised by the heat that even his clothed cock could give off. Out of pure shock by his actions however, she almost pulled away, but under her touch she watched him shiver physically. Clearly, he reacting positively to her. Such a lovely site caused her to lick her lips, her eyes finding courage to move and watch his face. She met his eyes the moment he let out a quiet, pleased groan. Juliette physically shivered at the very sound of his voice. As a singer, sounds definitely appealed more to her sense. His smoldering gaze, plus the pleasure in his voice was enough to melt her apprehension away. With drive to hear him more, her hand pressed down a bit harder, rubbing and caressing him with the same care he had with her chest. So entranced by the look in his eyes, and his voice, she hadn't noticed she had taken initiative to move his briefs away from what was hiding when- 15 minutes lovebirds! Her hand moved away as if she were a child getting caught with the cookie jar. Gasping, she almost flew backwards and onto the bed, luckily she managed to keep some of her composure. Physically, she had almost jumped a good foot in the air. Instead, she had instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clearly startled and looking at him what to do. Way to ruin the mood, Douglas. Her eyes found the clock, 1045. Damn it, her grandparents would be home at 100, or 130 at the latest, if she could be so lucky. She opened her mouth to tell him they needed to stop when his heat voice crept into her ear. His house? How? There was no time. He was right. 15 minutes wasn't enough time for them to finish what they started. Juliette didn't want her first time to be carried out rushed or too quickly either. In fact, she probably shouldn't be having her first time at a party anyway. Although, with the way things had been going, a somewhat intoxicated Juliette wouldn't have minded. His voice was like a siren call, so tempting. But what would happen if it took too long, or she fell asleep? What if they even came home early? God, she wanted him so bad. But getting in trouble with her grandparents for the rest of her life was as much as she hated to say it worth one night of sex for the first time. Hell, if she got in trouble she would never have sex ever. With sad eyes, she opened her mouth to apologize and decline when his hand snuck into her panties. Gasping sharply, she buried her head in his shoulder. Knelt on the bed, she leaned her body into his for support. His fingers were working magic on her, and they weren't even inside of her. With a sweet cry, she bit down on his flesh to stop from getting any louder. His voice found her ear again, calling her 'love' in a honeyed tone while continuing to make her spread her legs apart farther. How dare he call her something so...endearing. It made her shiver, it made her want to hear more, it made her feel special. Then again, he asked her to make him feel special too. Look at him like she was a boy she had feelings for. Why? Why was she giving him that satisfaction? Because they were both horny? Because they were both lonely...? Her somewhat alcohol-clouded mind couldn't make heads or tails about it. All she knew was that she craved him in a way that if she didn't have him, she wouldn't be able to shake the feelings, the yearning. O-Okay. She whispered shakily. Her hips had somehow begun to move on their own, circling slowly against his working fingers. He needed to stop now or else they wouldn't be able to leave the room. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed his hand and pulled it back. Once more, she looked to the clock, and then, met Mike's eyes. Just one look into her own and he could tell she needed him, but there was also a worried glint in them. We have to get decent before they find us. We have 12 minutes. She hadn't realized she had been allow him to nearly finger her for so long. Moving off the bed, she ran for the bathroom. Don't just stand there! Get yourself looking...civilized or something. Since the mood was a bit...well not so much dead as it was awkward for her, she couldn't exactly make eye contact so casually. In the bathroom, she moved to put on her clothes, making sure she didn't leave behind any signs of what could have happened. She grabbed tissues and quickly wiped her face and neck of sweat. Who knew it had gotten that hot in the room. Studying herself in the mirror, she noted the flush on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Hopefully, if they moved fast, no one would see them. When she emerged from the bathroom, she coughed, walking up to Mike with concern written on her face. We both drank...a lot. And I don't like to drive. I mean, I couldn't after drinking, even if it was a little. Anyway. How are we gonna get to your house? Will your driver come and get us? She seemed incredibly nervous. If...if we do this. I have to go home before 1. I have to. She made her point clear. Promise me, please? Her arm lifted and she held her pinky out. Immediately, she realized she had done something she used to do a child. Heck, when her grandmother promised her something nowadays, they two would pinky swear. Clearly, she was appalled with herself for doing something so childish, but she needed his word.