I had been so right. About a lot of things in fact.

One, that introducing Charlie to sex was going to change him forever and create a whole new different kind of challenge to work with.

And two; He spent the next following week masturbating at any moment I wasn't setting him up with things.

Charlie had now certainly reached the teenage phase of his development, embracing the cliché of the giddy teenage boy that couldn't keep his hands out of his pants. Long nights I had spent listening to throaty moans come from the other side of the wall, and then listened to Charlie himself come. After having watched those videos I'd found for him about masturbation, he hadn't been doing much else than reenacting just that.

It was that exact reason I had begun finding it harder and almost impossible to work with him; He was constantly sexually charged and kept getting erections around me (a fact I couldn't forego and/or be awkwardly aware of), and whenever he looked at me, I found it difficult to look him in the eyes. Those magenta moons seemed to darken whenever they met my green orbs, and it disturbed me to the point where I had caught myself clenching my legs together to hide it.

It was so wrong, and I had to keep reminding myself; My only job was to get Charlie accustomed to the real world to see if he could handle it and to teach him all that he needed to know.

– But having sex with him was not part of my job description.

I was supposed to be his mentor and practically his parent. The more I thought about it, the more morbid it became; I had almost raised him and taught him about life like a parent would and should, but now he was thinking about me in ways he shouldn't and I wasn't so sure my own mind was pure.

The look in his eyes... I could see it. He wanted to 'impregnate me', and he wanted it badly, and every time he looked at me, it was like he reminded me of that. Of how excellent a kisser he was, how sweet his touch had been against my skin, how firmly his hands felt around my sensitive breasts...

I couldn't think of it, and yet I was, and it was causing me to have a complex over what was right and wrong – the very thing I had spent late nights teaching him about like I was the expert. Who was laughing now?

Avoiding him wasn't an option, nor did I want to, so I stayed professional and kept up the mature façade, but inside I was bursting like a little school girl every time his broad frame stepped into the room, hugged by a black polo or a loose T-shirt that left little to the imagination. When he wasn't checking me out, I was checking him out, and I was positive I did so more brazenly than he did; one time he had bent over to pick up one of his comic books from the living room floor and I had stared blatantly at his ass. That firm, tight ass I could picture clenching as he thrust into me with no abandon, 'impregnating me' full on.

I was a horrible person.

Saturday morning, a little over a week after we had discussed it all, I was standing in the kitchen and blending some berries and bananas to make a healthy smoothie while the radio was playing. I was humming along and slightly bobbing my hip to the catchy tune while I added the berries and hit pulse with intervals to get all the chunks out.

It was probably the noise and the music that prevented me from hearing him enter, but when I felt that prickle on my back from being watched, I slowly turned around and found Charlie standing there in the doorway. His hair was tousled from just waking up and he was still in his loose sleeping shirt and sweatpants, but that wasn't what had me suddenly widening my eyes in shock. It was that his right hand was cupping the thick morning erection that protruded from behind his slacks and was stroking it slowly while he watched me. I nearly choked on my own breath. "Charlie!"

"Carly..." He his voice was deep and husky, still tainted with sleep. I felt my legs clench when he took a step closer, making me turn all the way around and abandon my smoothie. "I liked what you were doing with your hips..."

I saw him squeeze his rigid length and I didn't doubt that he did. "Charlie, what are you doing? I told you, that stuff is something you do in your room! You can't do it here, not in front of me—"

"But you won't leave my mind," He complained and came even closer, still rubbing himself through his slacks. I could feel my breath begin to quicken and my heart rate increased. Oh, God. "I can't stop thinking about you, about those..." He said and let his eyes drop to my breasts which peaked with need and officially drew his attention fully to them. "I want to taste them and lick them and put them in my mouth, just like they did in that video..."

I swallowed, hard. When he came even closer and now stood directly in front of me, still touching himself, I felt the air evaporate. I knew this couldn't happen, so I therefore hastily stepped away and held a hand up when he tried to follow me. "Charlie, no. You have to stop thinking about me like that. You can't... we can't do anything of the like again. It's wrong, do you understand?"

"No, I don't," He argued, his voice hardening, just like his eyes. "You told me that when something was wrong or bad, I'd feel bad about it too, but I don't. I don't regret it. I want more. I like your breasts, and I like you, Carly, and you make me like this," He said and before I could stop it, he took my upheld hand and brought it to his erection. I stifled a gasp as he made me squeeze him, his act so bold that I didn't even know he could do it. A small groan escaped his lips when my palm touched him, even just through his slacks. "Please, Carly... I like this. I like you."

My heart was galloping in my chest, but I couldn't control it. The feel of his steely, thick length against my palm indisputably moistened my panties and had my breath coming out shallowly when I felt him throb. I didn't know why I didn't rip my hand away; I knew I should, but I just couldn't. The things he said, the unabashed truth without a filter... it was more than I could take.

Before I could even think about how to handle the situation, Charlie dipped down over me and captured my lips. My gasp was strangled as his tongue plunged into my mouth and fucked me slowly, made my knees turn into thin spaghetti and my lungs burn with a need that hadn't been satisfied in months.

I hadn't been sexually active in almost half a year, and I wasn't about to, yet as I found myself trapped in the arms of the inhuman man standing in front of me who was flexing his hips in my hand to make me rub him, that decision begun getting hard to stand by. Harder than the thick apex currently rubbing a track in my hand.

"Carly," Charlie moaned and broke away from my lips when my hand squeezed him on it's own accord – wrong thing, I knew. He let himself fall back against the counter behind him and gripped the edges, my marble surface protesting under his strength as his knuckles whitened. His chest begun rising and falling heavily, and against all my inner morals, my hand was rubbing him. Feeling him. Every inch of the thick cock I was mentally calculating to be just shy of... 11 inches. Jesus Christ, lord O' mercy.

"We can't do this, Charlie," I said, mostly to try and convince myself, but also him, hoping he would somehow save me from myself, despite the slim odds. All you have to do is step away. "It's not right..."

"Then I don't want to be right," He rasped back, his eyes suddenly catching mine. They were sober, so full of lust, but sober as they stared back at me. "If tasting you is wrong, can I please be wrong today?"

I was so close to moaning and losing it. I swallowed hard again and slowly looked down at the shaft in my hand, bulging out from his poor slacks that fought their best. I had to be mad for even considering it...

The next second my thoughts vanished from my head. Charlie seemed to lose it before I did and grabbed the back of my head and mashed his lips to mine again. With a shudder and a deep groan he kissed me, and I was too weak to resist; I kissed him back and let his hungry but velvet soft lips claim me until I had trouble standing still – or just standing in general. I squirmed beneath him and couldn't help but squeeze his erection in my palm again, feeling him tremble at my touch and hoarsely moan my name. "Carly..."

And I think that was what signed my death certificate.

My hand begun rubbing along his length more persistently, creating a friction that stunted his breath and made him thrust his hips forward involuntarily. Charlie groaned again and suddenly let his head tip backwards when I gripped his base though his pants, squeezing him so the blood went to his tip. "Carly!"

And then he was on me again. He pulled me against him and tangled his hand in my hair as his lips clashed against mine with a needy urgency. He moaned and roamed his hands all over me, and I let him while my own hand rubbed against his length and brought him closer and closer to his peak. His hips were grinding against my palm, driven and searching for something warm to thrust into. My thighs clenched at the mere thought.

I couldn't even imagine what Charlie would be like in bed. A part of me was certain he'd be wild, hard and fast, and judging from the thickness and length of his bulge, probably mind-blowing.

But all of that I couldn't think about as I remembered how wrong this was. Charlie didn't understand the complexity of what we were doing right now, but I did and yet I wasn't stopping it. I was taking advantage of him, but I couldn't decide whether or not it was for selfish reasons. I mean, he was the one getting the 'handjob', but wasn't I getting off on it, too?

Semantics.

I let go of all my thoughts as Charlie now swiped his tongue over my bottom lip and then dipped inside my panting mouth. He took me whole and had me shivering where I stood, still rubbing his length. Somehow, even without registering it, my hand had crept into his pants and was squeezing him through just his boxers now, every throbbing vein along his shaft much more prominent. He was hard as steel and so damn big I nearly stopped breathing. It had to be hurting, being that erect, but Charlie seemed too gone to focus on it. His lips were on mine and his left hand was smoothing up my side, finding my breast. He squeezed me back and had me creaming my panties when he at the same time dragged my lip between his teeth.

I was this close to losing my mind. To losing memory of every reasonable, logical and right choice my brain possessed the ability to make, and instead just wanted to forget it all and do what my body was screaming for me to do; drag him upstairs, push him down on the bed and ride him into the sunset. My imagination of having him inside me was so real I could almost actually feel him between my legs, slipping past my soaking folds. My thighs clenched again and I let go of a small whimper.

I had officially lost it.

As if to punctuate that statement, Charlie let go of a loud moan and then suddenly stiffened against me, just as I felt a warm spurt wet my palm through his boxers. A tremble ran through him and he continued to groan as he came, panting hard against my lips. I stood completely still and massaged his length for the last remaining seconds before he begun to soften. When he was about semi-erect, I decided that was the time to pull back and pull my hand out of his pants as well. And of course it was in the aftermath that it begun occurring to me what I had just done.

I had jerked Charlie off.

Still breathing heavily above me, he was resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, simply just basking in what I knew was the post-orgasmic bliss. I looked up at him and waited for him to soar back to Earth again, but that moment never came.

Not before he suddenly opened his eyes, and like a radar, zoned in on me and forgot everything else existed.

With a speed I had to deem as inhumane, he had grabbed me by my hips and wheeled me around, and then shoved me up against my fridge, causing me to yelp out in shock. Especially when I heard a sound of metal bending and realized it was his fist connecting with the door of the fridge as he locked me up against it and crashed his lips against mine, moaning deeply. My breath vanished and then my thoughts as I felt his hands grab my thighs and hoist me up off the floor, making me cinch my legs around him. I instantly clung onto his shoulders out of pure reflex to steady myself, but the second I realized what was happening, my mind started blaring warning horns and signaling red alarms.

"Charlie!" I gasped and managed to break my bruised lips apart from his, sucking in a loud breath to have enough air to speak. "Charlie, no! You need to put me down, we can't do this."

"But I want you," He drawled against my throat, moving down it, to my shoulder where he begun sucking, surely leaving a mark there. That wasn't ideal. "Please, Carly..."

I really had to fight my own urges. I couldn't deny that I was sexually attracted to Charlie anymore, but it was wrong. He was my job, not my plaything. Sex with him was so far off the table, it wasn't even in the restaurant anymore. "Charlie, stop. We can't, a-and I don't want to, so it's final. Now put me down, please."

Charlie froze up at the sound of the word 'stop' leaving my mouth, and then, after a moment, drew back and slowly lowered me to the ground. I found my floor and tried to straighten myself out, despite still feeling my whole body zing with lust for him. I did my best to push it away and instead straighten my shirt that had gotten twisted a little. Then finally, I forced myself to look up at his face and saw Charlie staring back down at me with deep, glowing eyes. They looked exactly as how I expected my own to look like; hungry, expanded and aroused with dark lust.

"I don't understand," He quietly murmured, stepping a little closer to me again, but allowing me my space at the same time. His eyes blinked in frustrated confusion. "You made me feel good and your body is calling out to me... so why can't I make you feel good, too? Why can't I have you?"

"I..." My throat closed. His words struck me deeper than they should. How did I pull myself out of the massive hole I had dug myself into? This was my mistake again, I should've stopped it. I should've have... "I shouldn't have done what I did, Charlie. I'm so sorry. I got caught in the moment, but what we did was wrong and we can't ever do it again. Do you understand that? We can't speak of it either. To anyone," I stressed, suddenly worried that C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S would find out somehow. God, if they did... "This will never happen again, okay? Tell me you understand."

He blinked a single time, but then frowned with a nonplussed expression. "I... but we—"

"There's no we, Charlie," I said, feeling my gut wrench at how his expression turned even deeper, almost wounded. God it hurt, but I had to do it. "Look, I know this is very confusing to you. It's why this particular step, sex and primal urges, is so complicated and difficult to learn. It's my job to teach you, but not to show you. So whatever happened here today, it ends now and we're going to go back to how it was before. Platonic and professional. Okay?"

I might as well have hit him with a brick and not given him a reason why; his face was distorted in hurt and confusion, but I doubted he could even understand his own emotions. I hadn't taught him about rejection yet, but this was his first taste of it, and it did not sit well inside him.

But being the Creature that he was, he lowered his head and nodded obediently, releasing a small exhale. "Okay..."

And then, crestfallen and wounded, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, walked upstairs to his room. I heard the door silently open and close, but I stayed put against the cold refrigerator, leaning my head against the deep dent his hand had made.

I had screwed up big this time, and for the first time, it hadn't been C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S or anyone else that had hurt him.

It had been me.

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Well. Happy birthday, glitter_xox ! Hope you liked your little Charlie-shaped present. Have a great day, darling. Cheers!