Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Marley

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

He gives me a nod and keeps carrying me even though I am mostly awake now.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re light and easy to carry around and I like having your head in my lap.”

I'm not sure how to take that. He likes having my head in his lap. What does that mean? It’s not really a declaration of affection per se. I like having a bowl of ice cream in my lap that doesn’t mean I want to take it to…oh, well that’s not really a good example considering there have been plenty of times I have taken ice cream to bed with me, but not in a kinky way.

He sits me down when we come to his room, “You go ahead and take the bathroom first, Peach.”

“Kay.” I am more than happy to have more time to think over the ‘deal’ Tannen wants to make.

A part of me really wants to do it. It’s exciting and sexy and I really want to find out what it’s like to see him and feel him. Another part is really worried about things going too far or Tannen not liking what he finds. I spent the entire day thinking about the pros and cons of saying yes and didn’t get any further than I was this morning when he first suggested it.

When I start to open the door to the bathroom, I stop and take a long look at myself in the mirror. What if he does find something about me he doesn’t like? Tannen isn’t the kind of guy who will be willfully cruel about things like that. I can trust him to be sweet and to stop if and when I need him to. And more importantly, this might be my last chance with Tannen. The next time we see one another he might be engaged. He might bring a girl home and then I will never know what it is like to have even a little part of him. This might be my only chance to experience…a dick this big. Tannen’s dick.

I spend the time he is in the bathroom to check in with myself and make sure this is the right thing for me. By the time he comes out and both of us are lying side by side in bed I ask the question that’s been running through my head all day because, in the end, it doesn’t matter if I agree if he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

“Do you still want to make a deal?”

It’s much easier to talk about this in the dark of the room with only the firelight to see by.

“If you still want to.”

“I do…for the first part. I'm still not sure if I’m alright with the other part.”

“The oral part? The part where I eat your little pussy?”

“Yes.” I'm still not used to Tannen saying words like that.

He gets up and locks the door and walks over to the dresser. When he turns back to me, I see that he has measuring tape like the kind found in a sewing kit in his hand. He notices my look and answers without me having to ask anything.

“Mom won’t miss it, and I’ll buy her a replacement as soon as we can leave.”

At the mention of leaving, I’m reminded that he’ll be leaving in a few days to go back to his life far away from me. This might be it. My last chance. So even if it does make me sad to think about him leaving, I’m going to suck it up and do this.

“How do you want to do this?”

Do this? I never really thought…

“Why don’t I sit on the bed…,” he does just that and pulls me to my feet so that I am standing between his legs, “and you can pull it out at your own speed. As slow or as fast as you need to go. You are in control.”

“Um…okay. I just…” I sink to my knees in front of him so I can have a little better…view - of what I’m doing. At least that is what I tell myself. I place my hands on the waistband of his pajama bottoms but don’t move.

He places his hand over mine, “As fast or slow as you want to go, sweetheart.”

I nod and focus on what is in front of me. I work the band open and pull it down slowly. He helps me by rising up enough I can move them over his butt and take them down to his ankles. Now the only thing that is between me and his…package is the flimsy material of his boxers. I can see the outline of his cock through the material. They don’t hide anything. In fact, I think I see the top of…him peeking over the band.

I take the stretchy band of the boxers in my hands and pull down and his long, thick cock bounces out like it is excited to be let loose. I can’t help gasping as my eyes go round and I take my first look at Tannen’s dick.

“Holy shit!”

All I can do is look at the massive penis I just set free. I take in everything, how long and thick he looks; how hard he seems to be -why is he hard? Is it just because someone is looking?

“It…it looks painful. Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes, when I’ve been hard for too long or I don’t take care of it for a couple of weeks.”

“Take care of it?”

“Jack off.”

“Oh, you have to do it every other week?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I can go months without doing it or a whole year or two.” I look up finally breaking away from his dick. “Sometimes I have to do it every day. It just depends.”

“Depends. On what?”

“Whether or not I’m around someone I want to fuck!”

“Oh!” I guess that makes sense. “You see a girl and get hard and have to handle it yourself. But why? You could just go up to the girl and ask her to…handle it for you.”

Not that I want him to have done that. His hand comes up so he can rub my bottom lip with his thumb, and I forget his dick is out. Or what we were talking about.

“Well, before now the girl I wanted was too young for me to do that too. Too young to ask that of.”

Oh! I start to gnaw at my bottom lip but realize before I can stop myself that he’s still touching my mouth. All I do is end up licking his thumb. He moans and closes his eyes like maybe he’s in pain before I can ask if there is anything I can do for him, his eyes are opening and he’s spreading his legs wider.

“Let’s get ready to measure it now. You might have to help get it fully hard.”

“Excuse me?” This is not fully hard!

“It’s just I don’t know if it’s fully hard because I’ve never had someone…help. So, I was wondering if you would help find out if it could get bigger.”

“How?” my voice comes out in a croak as I stare up at him.

“The easiest way is to play with it with your hand…or put it in your mouth.”

Put it…

“I won’t consider this a part of the deal. If you want to put your mouth on it, I won’t ask for anything and consider it a part of the measuring thing.”

I bring my attention back to the angry swollen-looking monster in front of me. A bead of clear fluid has formed at the top of it.

“Precum.”

“What?”

“It’s precum, what you're curious about.”

He takes his finger and wipes it from the tip before showing me. I have so many questions and ideas going through my head.

“Wrap your hand around it?”

My hand comes up and does exactly what he says but when he moans I let go and start to back away from him. I think I just blew my one shot at this by hurting the guy I crushed on for years. Way to go, stupid!