A/N: I'm on such a roll 😋

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Chapter Fifteen: More

"To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores..."

— William Shakespeare, from A Winter's Tale

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Ophelia:

Just after brunch with Grandma, I get a text from Luke.

Your soccer game is in the
morning tmrow, right?
My parents are going to
a 2pm movie, so you can
come over if you want

Butterflies flutter wildly in my lower abdomen. He means that, there will be a couple hours where we can be home alone.

Sounds great. I can be there at 1:30?

That works, see you

See you <3

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Luke:

Uh... so.

I think tomorrow Ophelia and I are going to... do stuff.

Not that I want to assume or anything, but after the way we left things Wednesday, I think it's pretty safe to say that we both might want... more.

So, in preparation for that, I... Why am I telling you this? Fuck.

I remembered some... advice my dad gave me a couple years ago, back when I started dating for the first time. Not that I ever needed to bother with it because I never did anything with Jaylene or Emily that would require me to... you know.

Groom myself. Down there.

The internet agrees that, uh... In case a girl is gonna... well. Go down on you, they don't want your balls to be all hairy, so.

Not that I think Ophelia is gonna... not that I think we're gonna...

Just in case she decides she wants to, you know, see me. She's never seen a dick before, in real life, so I want it to be as pleasant for her as possible.

Fuck, she surprised me Wednesday. One thing lead to another and then she had one of those small hands of hers on my dick, and I nearly creamed myself then and there.

I really gotta work on this whole stamina thing.

And then, that got me wondering if she'd want me to... uh... touch her too. The thought of it is... fuck. Sliding my hand beneath her skirt, between her legs, stroking her through her panties...

I wonder if I'd find her wet for me. If she's be really soft and warm down there. I kinda did some research about... where things are? There? For her? So I could make sure if we ever... did that, I'd be able to make it good for her.

Just the thought of my fingers going near her pussy gets me rock-hard.

I wonder if she'd want me to.

Fuck, I hope she'd want me to.

I don't wanna scare her. I also don't want Darcy to chop off my balls, but a guy has gotta take some risks, you know? I'm willing to risk Darce's wrath if it means Ophelia and I make it to third base.

The possibilities are... endless.

After Ophelia left me on Wednesday with like, the worst case of blue-balls ever, I had to jack off in the shower and I imagined all the things we could do to each other. My hand between her legs, sliding themselves into the wet heat at the centre of her thighs. Her hand on my cock, this time without my boxers in the way.

Even just imagining the look on her face, the first time she actually sees my dick.

Or, fuck... if I saw her in just her underwear.

Or without underwear.

Slow down, idiot.

I guess I should probably ask her, first.

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Ophelia:

I have a confession to make.

After I got Luke's text yesterday, I remembered some things I had read on the internet and I decided to... well.

Groom myself. Down there.

I wax my legs and armpits regularly, even though it hurts, because Mom says it's better that way. The hair doesn't grow back as fast, and it's much smoother and stuff.

Well, I wasn't about to give myself a bikini wax but I definitely shaved. It took a long time, longer than I expected, to get rid of all the hair.

Uh... hair grows in a lot of places. It made me blush to image that Luke could reach all those places. What if he wants to... touch me too? I tried my best to make everything... clean.

Not that I want to, you know, assume anything. But after Wednesday, and after speaking to Grandma Erika, I think I might want... more.

And I mean, come on. He's an eighteen year-old guy. I'm pretty sure he wants more too.

After my soccer game, I take a shower and use this citrusy soap that smells really nice. And then I make sure to moisturize so my skin is nice and soft, and blow-dry my hair, brush it into gentle waves around my shoulders.

My skin has been really cooperative lately and I don't wanna smudge off any makeup so I don't put much on besides a little mascara and a bit of concealer and some tinted lip-gloss.

And then I wear the nicest pair of underwear that I own. It's soft pink, lacy, maybe a little sheer. Not too practical, honestly, but very sexy, in my opinion.

I wear a really pretty dress. It's this kinda burnt-orange coppery colour and it flows really nice around the middle of my thighs, looks great with sheer tights.

"You look very pretty," Mom comments as I'm making my way out, grabbing my jacket and slipping into my boots.

"Thanks. I'll be back by...five? I don't know yet, I'll text you."

"Have fun."

Oh, don't worry Mom, I plan to.

I get there just as Aunt Vicky and Uncle Dylan are pulling out of the driveway.

Luke's wearing jeans and a charcoal-grey t-shirt and he looks so... good. Like always.

"Hi."

"Hi."

My heart-rate has already picked up, just from the sight of him.

"How was the game?" he asks. He was lifeguarding this morning so he couldn't make it. One of his hands falls to the small of my back as we walk over to his bedroom.

"Good. We won three to one."

"Congrats. Did you score?"

"The second goal."

"Nice."

I drop my purse down by his side-table and he looks at me and I look at him and then he swallows, says, "You look really pretty."

"Thank you."

Why am I suddenly... nervous? I guess it's because we haven't talked about it, exactly.

I bite my lip as we stand there a couple feet away from each other, beside his bed, not moving. "Luke?"

"Yeah, Feelz?"

"Um." Damn, I'm blushing. "I think I'm ready for... more."

I watch as his pupils expand and his mouth opens a little and he lets out a low humming sound from the back of his throat. "Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"I am too."

"Okay."

Uh.

A couple seconds pass and we don't move.

He chuckles, rolls his eyes, sifts his fingers through his hair, shakes his head, sighs. "Come here, Ophelia."

So I do.

I walk into his arms and he wraps them around me and I hold onto his shoulders and we kiss each other. He tastes and feels and smells like Luke and I love it, I love him. A low fire sparks and kindles in my abdomen as our lips move together, as his tongue slips into my mouth, as his fingers grip onto my hips and our chests press together.

He ends up with his back to the mattress with me on top of him, straddling him, kissing him.

His hands float down my waist, over my hips, to the back of my thighs. I shiver, my fingers tangling into his hair, as I feel him gently push the fabric of my dress up, feel him graze the sides of my legs, before gently settling his palms over the curve of my bum.

"Is this okay?" he asks, breaking away from our kiss as we both suck in some air.

I nod, dipping down to fit our lips together again, moving my hips a little because I can feel the bulge in his jeans between my legs and it feels so good when I rock against it, when it presses against the centre of me.

His hands explore the swell of my behind, fingers sinking softly into my flesh and... oh my body feels so tingly and warm... he's so strong and big and hard and I want to be closer...

I slip my hands beneath his shirt so I can feel the planes of his chest, feel his abs and hot skin beneath my palms. He lets me tug his shirt off, and then he pulls at my dress and I help him slip it off my shoulders, off my head.

I sit up, my hands braced against his chest, watching him for a sec. His hair is all messy and his face is flushed and he's so handsome, oh my gosh.

He's looking at me with that look on his face, the one that I'm pretty sure means he's really turned on right now. His eyes take in my chest, my stomach, linger on boobs, drift down to between my legs where my panties are visible through my thin, sheer nude tights.

He swallows and I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat.

"You're beautiful, Ophelia," he rasps, his eyes all hooded as he looks at me. I lean forward to kiss him again and the rough tips his fingers scrape so deliciously up the notches of my spine, to the clasp of my bra that he's figured out how to undo by now. He unclips it, then rakes his palms over my arms to pull the straps off me so my bra falls away.

My nipples are so hard and my breasts feel heavier as they touch the cool air. And then I'm arching down and he's holding me, guiding me so he can wrap his lips around the tips of one of my breasts, suck a taut nipple into the warm wetness of his mouth, caress his thumb over the other and then he switches sides and oh my God...

My lower half is moving, trying to get enough friction from his erection that pulses between my legs. This would be so much easier, so much better, if he wasn't wearing jeans.

"Luke," I breathe, sliding my hands over his chest, feeling him shiver a little beneath me. "Can I take off your jeans?"

"Uh, sure."

I chew on my bottom lip as I scoot back a little, focusing, eyes wide, as I work on the buckle of his belt, pull the leather from the loops, gently undo the button, tug down his zipper, my heart sprinting in my chest the entire time, so fast and hard I can hear it thudding in my ears.

I slide onto the mattress next to him so he can slip out of his jeans, discard them somewhere.

I sit on my knees beside him, mouth parted, eyes fixated on the front of his navy-blue boxer-briefs, where he's all hard and big and real and right there and...

The pulsing between my legs launches into overdrive.

He props himself up on his elbows, watches me watch him.

We're both so close to each other, so nearly naked. It should be scary but instead it's just so... high. I feel so bright and warm and like every cell in my body is awake, alive and here and ready for whatever is about to happen next.

"Can I touch you, Luke?"

"Okay."

So like I did a few days ago, I reach an arm out, completely fascinated, to brush my fingers softly over the swell of his... dick. I hear his breath catch, feel the warm, hard flesh twitch beneath my touch, squeeze my thighs together to stifle the needy ache between them.

And then, because I'm worried that if I touch him some more, I'm gonna get him to come and then he'll be soft again, I take my hand away and look up to his face and ask, "Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I see it?"

He gulps, raises a surprised eyebrow, lets out a shaky breath.

"Uh. Okay."

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A/N:

Tehe. Don't hate on me.

Lots of goodness to cum. Oops. *come*

XOXO Ami

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