Page 28 of Stags

Rora was in his room, and they were in the middle of kissing. She had her back to a wall, and he was kissing her senseless there, and she liked the kissing. She liked the talking less. What the hell did that even mean, what she liked? She panted, “I like this. This is good.”

He pulled away and looked at her. “You’re embarrassed.”

She shook her head. What was he talking about?

“Little doe,” he said, tilting his head, “there must be something you think about when you want to get aroused, when you’re all alone and pleasuring yourself. I want to know what it is.”

Her lips parted, and she felt heat rush to her face.

“See,” he said softly as he brushed his fingertips over her chin, “youareembarrassed. That’s all right. Let’s try this. Tell me the most depraved thing you can possibly think of, something so disgusting you would never do it, something beyond the pale, not something you want.”

“Why?” she said, giggling a little.

“Just to get your mouth around something filthy, little one,” he said. “Humor me.”

She cringed, looking up at the ceiling. He was touching her chin. She couldn’t think.

“If I tell you this is something I have fantasized about? Something I never thought would happen?”

“What?” she said.

“Being someone’s first, clearly.”

She looked at him.

“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he said. “I can’t make that happen if I don’t know what you enjoy.”

“But… just do what…” She huffed. “It’s not like that, is it? It’s not like that, where if you’re good at sex with one person, you’re good at sex with everyone?”

He shook his head. “It is not. There are commonalities, obviously, but there’s quite a lot of varied preferences and directions.”

“Golden showers,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“The depraved thing!” she said. “The thing I don’t want, that’s beyond the pale.”

“That’s your beyond the pale,” he said, nodding.

“Well!” She giggled again. “I mean, you didn’t say think of the worst thing in the world.”

“I did not,” he said.

She was still giggling. “Okay, okay, it helped, maybe.” She let out a breath. “You’re not going to reject me, are you? No matter what I say?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin.

She dragged her hands over his shoulders, feeling looser. “What’s it like in your fantasy?”

“With a very innocent girl who has no idea what she wants, you mean? It’s not like this.”

“What’s it like?” She grinned at him.

He nodded at her. “I see why you resisted saying your fantasy, actually. It’s a bit different having the light shone directly in your face. But very well, someone must take a risk here, little doe.” He slid his hand in to cup her jaw. “The fantasy girl is very innocent, so innocent she might not know thenamesof things.”

“Oh, and you have to teach her?” said Rora, breathless, her body responding to this.

“Wait, do you likethat?”

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