Chapter 20 #2
“Go ahead then. You know what? Use the banana. That’s what it’s there for anyway.”
“Alright. Wait. Let me get a trash can, as a precaution.” I run to the bathroom, grabbing the small trash receptacle I keep in there. “It already has a bag, so if needed, it’s an easy cleanup.”
“Good call,” she says with a laugh, wiping a tear from her eye. “Man, it’s a good thing I’m a lesbian. No way could I give a blow job without hurling.”
“I honestly want to know the first man who thought about this, and who he convinced to try it out.”
“I would like to know how many decades, if not centuries, it was before a woman realized she could have a similar experience,” Chelsea says with a huff. “Because we both know a man did not decide to go down on a woman on his own.”
I chortle. “Knowing men, they were probably more willing to suck each other off before they even thought about reciprocating on their wives.”
“Probably a true story,” Chelsea jokes, then points at me. “Let’s get this going, ma’am. You’re the one with something to prove. Hollow out them cheeks and suck that ‘naner.”
I furrow my brows, staring at the banana. “Should I peel it? This can’t be a good sensation on my tongue, and it certainly won’t taste good.”
Chelsea shakes her head. “I have to assume the real thing is also both of those qualifiers, and if you remove the peel, you could choke on part of the banana.”
“Alright,” I sigh. I guess she’s right. “Here goes nothing.”
I take a deep breath, placing the banana at the tip of my tongue. So far so good. Not a great sensation, but I’m not feeling the need to barf, so I’m chalking it up as a good thing.
“You can go further than that,” Chelsea urges. “Swirl your tongue around it too.”
“Wut?” I mumble, inching the banana backward into my mouth.
Chelsea shrugs. “I don’t know. Any porn I watch when an unfortunate male is involved usually has tongue swirling.”
“Wike wis?” I ask, then loudly laugh when I realize the banana is too far back for Chelsea to comprehend anything I’m saying, and I can’t do a thing with my tongue anyway.
I’m still cackling when I hear her say, “Oh, take it out, I’m gonna answer this for you,” but I don’t fully understand what she’s talking about until I look at her to find her horrified gaze.
“Wut?” I ask. Chelsea doesn’t respond verbally; instead, she points to the computer screen. On it, I see my own reflection, with half the banana into my mouth.
Right next to Jamie’s open-mouthed face.
“He FaceTimed you, didn’t you hear it ringing?
” Chelsea hisses, but I’m completely frozen.
Frozen in fear, but my skin is burning with the heat of humiliation.
That is, until I see the naked lust covering Jamie’s face.
He’s looking at me with a completely feral expression, like he’d attack me through the screen if he could.
I don’t know what to do. I’m literally unable to move. Slam the laptop shut? Wave like a weirdo? Slowly remove the banana? Run out of the room, screaming, and immediately move to a foreign country?
Chelsea reaches up, grabbing the top stem of the banana, pulling it from my mouth. “Um, I’m gonna go home now.”
She quietly collects her things, pats Flash on the head, pantomimes “call me” to me, and walks out the front door. I slowly turn my head back to Jamie, and find him moving swiftly throughout his house.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Don’t even think about moving a muscle, Audrey.”
Oh shit.
I hear tires squeal a little over fifteen minutes later.
I’ve mapped the route between our homes, and I know it takes longer than fifteen.
Even making all the lights, I believe it takes longer than twenty.
I wonder how fast he went to get here this quickly, but before I can think to ask, Jamie bursts through the door.
I’m still sitting exactly where I was, the banana in my lap, and my laptop on the table in front of me.
The screen has gone dark, but one quick touch of a key, and Jamie will see exactly what I was doing.
“Didn’t you have plans with your friends?” I finally ask, as Jamie stares at me without speaking.
“It ended early,” he finally answers, then toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side.
He steps toward me, then detours over to scratch Flash behind her ears.
When he comes to sit beside me, he notices the laptop screen.
He taps on the touchpad, illuminating the paused video.
“Were you watching porn and sucking on a banana?”
A high-pitched and nervous laugh erupts from my windpipe. “When you put it that way, it sounds really creepy.”
“I don’t think it was creepy. Your best friend was here, and it looks like you were watching an instructional video,” he says as he reaches out to press play on the screen. “Were you trying to learn more about giving head?”
I really wish a hole would suddenly form in my house and swallow me right up. God, the embarrassment. “If I were, would you think less of me?”
I hear a strangled noise come from Jamie, but peeking out from under my lashes tells me he’s remarkably composed. “No. I’m intrigued to learn why you’re suddenly wanting to know more, though.”
“Just curious, I guess,” I lie.
Jamie grabs my chin, turning my head so I’m forced to look at him.
“I’ve told you before that I’m not a good liar, but it is also worth mentioning that I don’t like being lied to.
You might consider this instance to be you stretching the truth, or you hiding something from me, but it’s still dishonest. I’ll always tell you the truth, Audrey, and I really hope you want to give me the same respect. ”
Now I feel even worse. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and spew out everything.
“Okay. Last night was great. Intense, but so great. And it got me thinking. I said I didn’t care about your history.
And I don’t! I swear, I don’t. But my lack of history means there are things I don’t know how to do really well, and so I decided to do some research.
Well, one guy said I didn’t do something well, and I like to learn, so I figured the Internet could teach me a thing or two.
Chelsea showed up completely coincidentally, and I was so focused on the porn video that I threw my computer.
It went full volume, so I’m sure my neighbors hate me, and I’ll have to move.
Then she decided we should practice on bananas because she’s a lesbian, and she’s never sucked a dick before.
All this because a mean boy in my past said I’m bad at it, and now I want to disappear for a few years. ”
Jamie is quiet, but I don’t open my eyes. My heart is beating faster than I can ever remember, and my stomach feels like it’s two somersaults away from some pyrotechnics. How did I get from a billion amazing orgasms to admitting I sucked a banana?
“Am I correct in assuming that you did this because you think I won’t enjoy a blow job from you?” Jamie asks, his voice even, but somehow sharper than I’ve heard it before.
“Yes. And before you say anything, I know you’d tell me it’s different because it’s me.”
“Yep.” He takes the banana from my lap, placing it next to the laptop, then shuts the screen.
I scoff. “You can’t actually know that.”
Jamie grabs my hand, placing it in his lap.
In his very hard and firm lap. “Do you feel that, baby? Really feel it. Wrap your hand around it and squeeze. That’s what the sheer thought of your mouth on me does to me.
I’m two seconds away from coming, Doc. It will not matter what experience you do or don’t have.
The moment I see you on your knees for me? That’s it. It won’t fucking matter.”
His entire body is tense as I do as he asked, squeezing him gently. He puts his hand over mine, putting pressure on his cock.
“Take it out,” he says finally, his voice gruff.
It’s now that I notice he’s in nice jeans, a henley, and white sneakers.
He looks incredibly handsome, and it gives me a sense of power that I’m bringing this beautiful man such pleasure.
I gingerly undo his jeans, helping him pull them down slightly, then move his boxer briefs so his cock can stand fully erected. “On your knees.”
A gush of wetness floods my panties as I slowly sink to my knees in front of Jamie. This controlling and dominating side of him is insanely attractive. “Will you tell me what to do?”
He nods. “I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do. You learn with me. You want to watch porn? Fine. But you only get off with me.”
“Aren’t you gone for days at a time during the season? That doesn’t seem really fair —” I stop when he sticks two fingers into my mouth, sliding them along my tongue.
“With me, Audrey. In person, on the phone, or FaceTime. With me. Not alone.” His fingers hit the back of my tongue, and he growls.
“Jesus, woman. I can tell you right now that whoever told you something about blow jobs was being petty and spiteful. No fucking way you weren’t built for this.
You’re going to look so beautiful with my cock buried in your throat, baby. ”
I moan around his fingers. The times I’ve given head before were out of duty, not because I felt I wanted to. But right now? I think I might die if I don’t get his dick in my mouth right this very moment. “Please, Jamie.”
“Please, what?” He removes his fingers, dragging the wet digits across my cheek and into my hair.
“Please let me suck your cock.”
He smiles devilishly. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Jamie guides my head right to the tip of his cock, gripping my hair tightly.
“Lick the tip. Slide your tongue around it. Yeah, just like that. Now suck on the head. Nothing more, just the head. Fuck, yeah, baby. Now drag your tongue down to the base. Fuck, that feels so good. Back up. Suck the head again. Now slide down a little, Jesussssss …”
While I appreciate the instruction, I’m too keyed up to continue listening.
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him as deep into my mouth as possible, sucking hard.
Then, remembering a bit from the instructional video, I reach up to cup his balls.
Jamie hisses, groans, then begins to move my head up and down his shaft.
A couple of times he hits the back of my throat, making me slightly gag, and tears fill my eyes.
But I look up at Jamie to find him intently watching me, his face full of lust and tension.
Each time he hits my throat, his moans grow louder, and I happily continue.
I want — no, I need — to watch him unravel.
I want to witness him completely lose control, and know that it’s because of me.
I feel when he’s close, as his words grow stuttered and borderline nonsensical.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. My sweet and dirty girl. Bet you’re soaked. Gonna get you to sit on my face and cover me in your cum. Best ever — you thought I’d have better — nothing better than you. Gonna fucking mark you so everyone knows you’re mine. My … perfect … little … slut …”
With a roar, he comes down my throat, the hot and salty ropes coating my mouth as he holds my head against him. I dutifully swallow every bit, surprising even myself at how much I enjoy it. Jamie falls back onto the couch as he catches his breath, his eyes finally closing.
I rest my head against his knee, watching him. That was intense. For me, at least. Did he really mean he intends to have me sit on his face? And why should him calling me his perfect little slut be so hot?
“Gimme a minute,” he murmurs with a smile. “Wow. That was … wow.”
I can’t help the smile that covers my face. “I did okay?”
“Yeah, baby. That was way better than okay, though. Did I call you a slut?”
I giggle. “You did.”
He opens one eye. “You know I don’t actually think that about you, right? I got a little in the moment.”
“I found it hot, actually. I’ve never thought that about myself, but maybe I could just be your slut?”
He chuckles. “I’m cool with that.”