Chapters One Way To Graduate Chapter 11
As she gazed up and admired him from the crook of his arm, mouth opening and closing like she had just been put on the spot to answer the meaning of life, head wavering side-to-side like a persistent tremor of denial; he idly wondered if her body ever stopped squirming, even asleep — knowing full well that questions such as those could wait.
The bass was still pounding, and so was his heart.
Ethan could have done anything to Nora right then as they cuddled in the blankets, his body cradling hers, so turned on he could hardly focus. The misshapen, lithe little figure couldn’t stop moving and rubbing against him, and she was giving him the same eye she had when her innocent hand first touched her breast. It was the subtlest flirting expression that only appeared in her eyes and brows, and even then got washed away intermittently by the waves of uncoordinated movement she was at the mercy of. Mercy like his own.
Yes, Ethan could have done anything to Nora right then, but ‘anything’ was such a strong word…
This feeling of utter freedom was so double-edged. Ethan had the task of showing Nora her first time ever and, with her situation in mind, maybe for some time…
Catching himself, Ethan snapped at his own instinct to put Nora down or assume the worst. He knew one thing for sure: any guy would’ve been lucky to have such a cute girl in his arms, looking at him the way she was right then, dependent on him for everything. But therein laid the pressure. Ethan had to admit he usually gathered a certain subtle comfort when a girl directed his hand where she liked it best, or peeled off her own clothes to put on a bit of a show. Here, every step required something more. Trust? Consent? It was something close. Here, Nora asking him to get her ready was her striptease.
Aware he was wasting precious time, Ethan put it all out of his head and just ate her up, his lips meeting the crook of her neck in the way she had liked so much before, letting his free hand run up along her leg, thumb gripping at her, almost massaging the tense wiry muscles that would give way to others that hadn’t tensed once since the storm. He reached around and grabbed at her ass — flat and… not so different. Nora seemed to really like that and closed her eyes, a low sound growling out of her, reverberating into him so close.
He could just maybe guess which futile motions toward and away from his touch were her, but it made little difference. Ethan had to move along with her shuffles and squirms, her hips twisting as her chest pushed up, almost implying some sort of frantic pleasure, before tilting and turning just oddly enough to break the illusion. One thing was for certain, every ounce of passion he laid upon her skin showed in her shakes and spasms. Even unable to tell him verbally, it was obvious that Nora was getting pent-up and ready for more!
Enjoying her soft, delicate skin, Ethan’s mind wandered to those giggling high-schoolers out there, just trying to find a spare room in this shaking bungalow to fumble against each other anxiously. Ethan faintly remembered his own messy moves when he was Nora’s age, bringing a date back to this room, or just messing around in his junky car, and all the naive mistakes he had made, souring a whole night with a touch too far… or not far enough. With a teasing bite on Nora’s nipple — one she was less surprised by this time — he was happy he had a bit of experience under his belt so Nora wouldn’t get a bad first impression.
Before long, it felt like he had kissed everywhere his neck could reach, and each time Nora let out a different tone or squeal or grunt or gasp, clearly wanting to tell him she was enjoying herself, clearly unable to, but Ethan got the message all the same.
With his hand on her hip, the urge was strong to drift, to run his touch up her thigh gap again, to find her clit and begin her education, to soak his fingers inside her and really show Nora the ins and outs, and it wasn’t just blind lust at this point. He was responsible for her. For all of this. He knew he had to take it slow, warm her up; and since she couldn’t tell him whether she was ready or not for more — ready for him — he knew he would have to check her to make sure.
The thought of checking a girl for how wet she was cause she couldn’t… well, it made his cock stir in a certain way.
Of course, before her last little storm, before her bra came off, Ethan had already touched her there — just a tease, a comfort. He had cupped her vulva and pressed his hand firmly into her mons, just a soft, cradling pressure and a roll of the heel of his palm. Ethan didn’t really know what to expect, but it had elicited a flurry of uncoordinated wildness from her — in a good way, he assumed, hoped. This time, when he went to slide his hand down again, to really warm her up for more, an idea struck him.
“Nora…” he motioned to touch her slit, yet simply traced his finger along her waist line, and the creases of her hips where he saw symmetrical scars that he would have to ask about later. “You haven’t… you know, ever touched yourself here, have you?”
By now, Nora was more naked than when she was usually put to bed. Not only that, the darkened windowpane and the bass still thumping outside this special bubble of theirs reminded her it was definitely past her rigid bedtime, a process that involved one of her parents tying her braced hands out and away so as not to hurt herself. Even if they would’ve behaved for a second of clarity and control in those long, lonely nights, it’s not like Nora had any chance to discover what sensations Ethan had just eked out of her down there. She never had. Admiring Ethan’s proud thing so close to her, yet out of reach, she didn’t know if he could understand that, being a guy who had most likely been sexually active for years, who could jump into bed at 2 AM after a night full of pizza and orange soda and games and just ‘jerk off’. It was all a mystery to her.
‘No,’ she glanced down, brows furrowing a little. With no eyegaze or voice nearby, Nora really wanted to say, ‘I think you know that answer, asshole,’ but just the idea of swearing at him so fluently reminded Nora of what Ethan had done for her already, softening her ire.
He still noticed something wrong, maybe he had said the wrong thing. “Oh no, I wasn’t trying to rub it in… I just wanted to see if… you wanted to try… to rub one out?”
As if on cue, her right arm went wild again, trapped under him, her weak little fist hitting Ethan’s back and bouncing off like he was immune to its frantic efforts. Nora looked at him almost apologetically but also obviously confused. She didn’t really know what was getting at. Even what little she knew, ‘rubbing’ or ‘jerking’, was clear to her only by seeing boys making an obscene stroking gesture to each other in the halls at school. Nora didn’t think girls did that kind of stuff. Plus, as always, how?!
“Uuuughaaah,” she worried in his arms, unsure.
“Oh, I meant I could guide your hand down if you want to feel yourself,” Ethan explained again.
Nora wanted to tell him she couldn’t, that it was impossible… but seeing his gentle smile and feeling his warmth there inspired her to suspend disbelief, for just a moment. She knew he didn’t really know her abilities, he didn’t know what kind of silly idea this was, but for once Nora was down for a silly idea!
And when she failed, he would just take care of it anyways, wouldn’t he?
He nodded as if hearing her internal debate, and then broke a grin out when Nora consciously tried to pull her left hand off her naked boob. Its idle, repetitive motions had been getting her a bit raw, anyways, but pulling one lever — wanting to do just one thing — was like messing up the whole balance. Her right hit his back hard enough to garner a wince, her head arched back, thrusting her chest up toward him, and her thighs tensed together weakly. But finally, finally, her left arm extended, half bent and waving unsteadily in the air, before her fist crashed into the mattress, pounding away.
Ethan was in awe, seeing how this simple gesture took all of her concentration and still had so many contorting side-effects. While Nora grunted under the effort, wondering if this thrusting chest motion was going to be her body’s new favorite move — making her almost miss the shoulder bars for her own dignity — he grabbed at her usually-docile hand and firmly gripped it, guiding and tugging it down to her most private place, private even from herself.
“Here,” he said in a low tone, hushed and helping, “keep it extended out, and I’ll put it right where it needs to go.”
Sure enough, Nora was stuck looking at the headboard when her writhing little fist kissed her ‘woman parts’ for the first time, a crooked knuckle tickling… something down there, slipping not inside but along a surprising amount of wetness, slick and so so sensitive! At first she worried that she had peed herself, and there was a familiar tenseness down there like she had to go, but no. As if playing along with her curiosity, Nora’s wrist bent tightly and twisted, touching her in a really nice way, and she closed her eyes, gasping slightly, sighing deeply…
Some of her surprise — and relief? — must have slipped out onto her face, for when Nora finally opened her eyes again, Ethan was admiring her with a certain smug satisfaction.
“It’s pretty good, right?” he chuckled.
“UUgghh-AA!!!” Nora looked up as resoundingly as she could, and in her efforts her extended arm shook tensely. Of course, Ethan’s careful grip kept her from hurting herself in such a sensitive place, softening the clumsy jerking into… how to put this… an aggressive nudging on something really firm and sensitive in the front part, something she had never noticed before… something that felt… incredible! Blushing hard, breathing hard, her clenched fists were like iron as she pawed at herself in her signature non-rhythm, gladly accepting any help Ethan could give. Still, her fumblings were just that, but fumblings alone were revolutionary, and Nora grunted and sighed with each graze or stroke of her own hand along herself.
This place! This feeling! This had been here, the whole time!
Finally the sensations grew too great and Nora lost her sliver of focus. Ethan’s grip had been firm but her left arm was always more steady and resolute, and once it decided to ‘go home’, he couldn’t keep it from curling up to her chest again. Quitting while they were ahead, he simply let go and kissed her deeply on the lips, just for a moment, knowing his hands wouldn’t be clean enough to cradle her cheek and close her jaw again after what he had in store for her novice little pussy.
Nora felt that tight warmth in her hips, which had been building and building with every nudge, now kept alight by his lips, as she was held securely and perfectly in every way that counted.
Letting his hand slip downward, Ethan kept nuzzling her nose-to-nose, even as her mouth opened again and she stared agape into the deep hazelly pools of his attentions, feeling his touch cascade from her collarbone to tease a nipple and elicit a yelp, before it trailed farther south, circumnavigating her pump, down until his fingers reached the V of her hips, and suddenly they were not so delicate or skimming, but caressing and pressing along her slit, in motions far steadier than hers. Every so often he would really grip her, pressing and rolling his palm, before dialing back to his delicate stimulating touches.
His eyes would close every so often as he focused, but when they were open they existed like a challenge for her to stare into and stay still, even as her own hand kneaded her breast and her body twisted. Nora noticed he seemed to be overcome every so often with an impulse to kiss her, as their cheeks blushed and their breaths hastened, and like before he would have to settle for her cheek or neck — which she accepted gladly.
He eventually had enough of thumbing the folds down there, and with two slippery fingers began to softly oscillate in an impossibly-steady rhythm around that firm and sensitive something, sending the most incredible jolts of pleasure through her, each one encouraging a whimper or a wail as it built up that warm tenseness inside. Like everything else, she wasn’t sure who was talking here, her or her body, but Ethan seemed to smile or grin at each one and hold her just a bit tighter, letting her know that was nothing unexpected — normal? — so she only held back when it was growing too loud.
Honestly, with the way he was touching her, it was hard to hold back.
Nora suddenly worried that she was succumbing to all this too fast as the effects of each stroke or encircling motion started to last longer, and each blooming wave lasted a bit longer, and they all bounced off of each other, interfering and compounding, until finally the waves all rushed over the brim of her tiny, twisted body, and with nowhere to put all this feeling, she cried out his name, “EEEEEyaaaa!!!” with her eyes upward, saying ‘Oh! I’m okay! I’m good! I’m really good!’ as her body began to buck and twist, unable to handle all that incredible new goodness running through her.
Ethan cradled her head into his bare chest as both of them held on for dear life, the spastic girl in his arms climaxing for the first time, her arms and legs tightening and twisting in ways he should have been ready for, but wasn’t. In a way, he was like her wheelchair at that moment, holding her in every which way, keeping her safe and letting her ride out that storm-of-sorts without concern.
He held on until Nora became more relaxed and still than he had ever seen her. No shaking or idle twists; just calm, deep breaths — breathing him in.
He seemed to have answered his own question, in a way. Her body would stop, and they had just figured out how…