Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
if we were allowed, no one held my interest like Mia does now. I want to do that with her.“How?”
I shrug. “It wasn’t something you were allowed to think about at the compound”
My eyes lift to her again before she asks another question. “Do you want to now?”
I don’t know what comes over me as my mouth opens, and word vomit falls from my lips. “I’ve been thinking about this very long, and I’ve come to a decision. I want you to teach me how to pleasure a woman, Mia. Like going down on a girl. I want you to… to be my… sexy Jedi pleasure master. Let’s fornicate. Get it on Marvin Gaye style. Show me what girls like.”
She smirks and shakes her head. “First off… never ever, ever as long as we’re friends call it fornication… and do not under any circumstances say that to Zara. I will never hear the end of it.”
“Noted,” I say simply.
Her eyebrow raises, and she gives me a questioning stare. “Secondly, why do you want me to give you sex lessons, Brooks? I mean, seriously, have you seen yourself and with that dick… I can’t imagine anyone would say no.”
I lie. I let it slip right through my lips. Mia never gets into anything personal. She never talks about her family life. I’ve gotten the impression that if I tell her, she’s the girl I want to impress that I’d send her running for the hills. She doesn’t really seem like the settling down type, but I want her to be.
“You see… there’s this girl that I like and well… I have zero experience in pleasuring women, and I don’t want to make a complete fool out of myself the first time. I thought if you could show me, then I would be prepared for when we get together.”
A cocky smile crosses her face. “Alright, Brooks, you want sex lessons. I’ll give you sex lessons.”
My heart leaps at the fact that she’s agreeing to it. I knew this was my way in—my way into that impenetrable heart of hers. My dick jumps at the thought of all the naughty things I get to do with her. Do I feel bad that I’m not telling her she’s the girl for me? Yes. In a way, I do, but at the same time, would she have gone through with it had I told her? No.
My dick perks up again at the idea of finally seeing Mia fully naked. I think about kissing her soft skin and running my hands through her soft, rainbowed colored hair while her mouth wraps its way around my cock. I wonder if her breasts are pink and perfect like I’ve imagined them to be. Yes, I may be a virgin… but that doesn’t stop the thoughts running rampant through my brain when she’s around.
The clearing of a throat brings me back to the present, and I realize that I’m still standing there awkwardly naked in the bathroom while we discuss what kind of sex lessons she’ll give me. The urge to cover my dick hits me, but I don’t give a shit right now. Let her see it. She obviously likes the look of it.
“I’m impressed, Brooksy, full mast again so soon. Tell me. When do you want to start these sex lessons of yours?”
“I can start now. Yeah…” I look down at my dick. “Yep… I’m definitely good with now.”
“Okay, lesson one. Never seem overly eager for sex. It makes you seem desperate and creepy.”
I shake my head. I bet I one hundred percent look all sorts of creepy right now. My gaze trails the sweet sway of her hips as she leaves the bathroom. Guess my next lesson is going to have to wait.
The light streams through the window, highlighting a bright red tea kettle as it whistles and steams. Right on cue Mia, glides to the kitchen, lured by the promise of a fresh cup of tea. I always thought she’d be more of a coffee girl, but I was wrong.
She looks sleep-rumpled, but it’s still sexy as fuck. Hair sticking up here and there. A smear of black paint is prominently displayed across the creamy skin of her face. A stark contrast. Evidence that she hasn’t realized she wiped her face while painting yet again this morning. I smile at her lack of caring.
My fingers itch to wipe the smear of paint away, but I haven’t been granted the permission for that type of intimacy yet. The sleep shirt she’s wearing exposes her midriff, and her shorts are extra skimpy, revealing the slight crease from her leg to her ass cheek.
I want to strip her and run my hands over each dip and curve, yet I also want to cover her with my own shirt. Something that smells like me to brand her as my woman. Damn, I’m losing it over this girl. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met in my whole life. Her eyes find mine, and a smile widens across her face.
My mind drifts back to yesterday. The way she gave me head is still a piercing memory in my mind, and I keep playing it over and over again. My dick is raw from the number of times I’ve jerked off since then, just picturing her red lips wrapped around me again.
My face blushes. I clear my throat and shake my head, clearing the lust fog going on in my brain. “Good Morning darlin’,” I say in the cheesiest accent I can manage.
“Morning. The good is still to be determined.” Typical Mia, I think to myself.
I’ve started going out for runs in the morning or working out before I head into work. Living in the same space as my crush gives me all this pent up energy, and my dick needs a break. As I head back into my room to change into my clothes, I turn back to Mia. “I’m going for a run, wanna join me?”
She looks