Don't Get Carried Away

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.

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Pariah

Jason supported his body with his left leg and his left arm, the right knee still less than perfect. He ran his right arm up Dina’s hip and side, intending to touch her left breast – through her thin t-shirt, he could see her nipples pointing up at him, even in the dim light – but she jerked and squirmed as he brushed her ribs.

“What is it?”

She smiled. “Just ticklish, that’s all.” She covered his right hand with her left and guided him upward, over her shoulder. Then, as Jason drew his hand downward, she slid her slender fingers up to his shoulders, curling them around the back of his neck and pulling him downward.

They shared another kiss, one that was barely interrupted by the half-hiccuped moan Dina sent into Jason’s mouth as his palm brushed her breast, the warmth and weight of his hand like nothing she’d ever expected.

Silk

Jason drew his mouth down Dina’s neck, drawing his tongue over the tendons connecting it to her shoulder. Her back arched, her breast pushing into his hand, and through her slender figure, he could feel her heartbeat.

“Dee, are you all right?” he mumbled around her jaw, which he had moved up to nibble.

She made an affirmative noise.

“You sure? You’re speeding up.”

Dina blinked and concentrated on her heartbeat and her biorhythms until she felt her heartbeat slow down. “Better?”

“I don’t know. It’s your body.” Jason slid his body to the side, pressing himself between the two of them, his back against the concrete-block wall. He was easily able to ignore the cold painted stone as he cradled Dina against himself. “Is it better?”

“I guess so.” She turned her face to his. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine.” He smiled and kissed her quickly, his hand going to the hem of her shirt, which was barely long enough to cover the waistband of her sweat-pants. She squirmed again. “You are seriously ticklish. You know that, right?”

Dina nodded, then bit back a squeal as Jason dug his fingertips into the flesh of her lower stomach. “Now that just wasn’t nice.”

“No, it wasn’t.” He did it again, and she tried to squirm away, but despite her speed, Jason was still stronger, and she didn’t want to hurt him. That, in fact, would be the opposite of what she wanted to do.

She put her hand over his. “If you want me to move my shirt out of the way, just say so. I’d rather you didn’t tickle me, if that’s all right?”

Jason’s eyes sparkled. “Dina, would you please move your shirt out of the way?”

“Why, Jason, of course I will.”

Her heart started to beat faster again, and this time she was in no mood to control it.

Pariah

Even in the dim light from the desk lamp, Jason was still captivated by Dina’s slender silhouette as she sat up in his bed and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. He had expected her to leave her bra on, but evidently she hadn’t worn one; not that she really seemed to need it, as she was a slender young woman.

But she didn’t lie back down, so Jason levered himself up on his left elbow and gently rubbed her lower back with his free hand. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she answered quickly – quickly enough that he knew she was fighting the urge to move faster. It always happened when she got nervous. “I’m sorry, it’s just that no one’s seen me like this since...”

He knew exactly what she was talking about. “We can stop, if you want. I won’t be mad or anything.”

But Dina just shook her head.

Jason shrugged internally and pushed himself into a sitting position behind Dina, pulling off his own t-shirt before leaning back against his pillows. “What are you doing?” she asked, and in response, he rested his hands on her hips and tugged slightly at her pockets.

“C’mere,” he said quietly. “I can wait.”

Dina scooted backward until her bare back was pressed against Jason’s chest. He tried to control himself, but he knew that Dina felt him poking her butt as she rested against him.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jason rested his hands on the smooth skin of Dina’s narrow shoulders and started massaging her muscles. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried,” he told her.

He felt her heartbeat start to race faster, a quick rhythm that made blood rush to his face. And elsewhere.

In response, Dina twisted around in his grip, kneeling between Jason’s spread legs, her hands folded in front of her. “Okay,” she said. “This is me.”

Silk

There was no way Dina could control her heartbeat now. Her blood was pumping faster and faster through her body, fast enough that she could feel her pulse in her ears, fast enough that she had to force out every word.

“Dina, you’re... you’re beautiful,” Jason said. “I...”

She leaned forward and kissed him, cutting off any other words he might say. Cautiously, she felt his right arm go around her back, holding her close; his left hand came up to brush her right breast. Her nipples were already so hard they ached, but the warmth of his palm tripped some switch inside her, and she clenched her thighs together, breaking the kiss so she could clutch him and gasp.

“Dina, are you sure you’re all right?”

She met his light blue eyes, glimmering in the dim light of the desk lamp, with her own. “I’m...” She swallowed; her voice had squeaked, which had brought a smile from Jason. “I’m fine. I swear. I’ll tell you if I’m not.”

“Promise?”

Dina placed her palms on the warm flesh of Jason’s chest, and she felt his heartbeat jump under her hands. “Promise.”

Pariah

Jason leaned forward, looking at Dina’s breasts. They weren’t large, but neither were they small; slightly smaller than what would fit his hands, with small nipples darker than the medium tan of her skin. He’d seen other breasts before, but none as perfect as hers. “What is it?” she asked.

“Um.” Jason’s heart jumped again under her hands. “May I. Um.”

She kissed him quickly. “Just do whatever it is you have on your mind. It’ll be quicker than waiting for you to say it.”

He smiled, then leaned down and ran his lips experimentally over Dina’s left breast.

She arched and pushed her flesh into his mouth; he could taste her heartbeat on his tongue as he ran the blade of it around the pebbled flesh. The reward was a soft moan, one that grew louder as his left hand came up to massage the right breast.

Silk

Dina’s left hand was on Jason’s shoulder, holding herself up; the fingers of her right hand dug into his hair, holding him to her chest. This was amazing; she’d never thought it would feel quite this good. Dina, like most of the other girls at the Base, had experimented with masturbation at one point or another, but it paled in comparison to the simple touch of Jason’s lips on her skin.

Jason pulled his head away, and she uttered a brief groan of dismay that turned into a half-broken sob as he blew cool air across her slick nipple before moving to the other side, his thumb and fingertips caressing the breast he’d just released. Again Dina clenched her thighs together, her clitoris rubbing against the cotton of her panties. She shuddered, clutching Jason to her body, barely registering that the hand once on the small of her back had dropped to caress the curve of her ass.

But when he tilted his head up to look at her, his chin in the shallow valley of her chest, she definitely felt his fingers touching her bottom. “What?” she asked him?

“Nothing. You just have... um...” He ducked his head and mumbled something against the flesh of her left breast.

Dina took his face in her hands and tilted it upward. “Tell me, please.”

He blushed fiercely; she could see it. “You... um... you have a really nice butt,” he forced out in a fast whisper.

She grinned. “Would you like to see it?”

Jason’s eyes widened. “Um. Yes. If that’s okay.”

“Well, it is, but if I’m going to take my pants off, then so do you.”

Dina watched as Jason reached down – he must have thought he was being subtle, but she knew what he was doing – and readjusted himself in his own sweat-pants. “I... I can’t, Dina. I’m not... um. Not wearing underwear.”

She thought it was adorable that, despite how confident he was in every other way, he was still tongue-tied and tapdancing when they were getting intimate. She gently urged him to lean back. “Then I’ll just have to take my underwear off too.”

Pariah

Jason shifted his position as Dina stood up, trying to keep as little of himself touching the fleece of his sweat-pants as he could. He definitely didn’t want to lose control before this was over; he definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make Dina never want to do this again.

And so he watched, his hands at his sides, fists balled, trying to control his breathing, as Dina slid, in one motion, her pants and underwear down over her hips and to her ankles. She stepped out of the clothing and stood beside the bed, her lithe form glowing from the desk lamp’s light, her hands folded in a relaxed way in front of her crotch. “Now you,” she said, “and I’ll move my hands.”

As carefully as he could, Jason slid his own pants down and off, staying seated on the bed, his legs off the side. He tried not to look down, tried not to be self-conscious about a girl seeing his equipment, but it was difficult. Hard, too, but mostly difficult.

Dina took the two steps it took to get her close to him and reached down experimentally, her cool, slim fingers touching his flesh.

He gasped and dug the nails of his left hand into the side of his thigh. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” Jason whispered through clenched teeth. “It feels... awesome. Trust me.”

She curled her fingers into a loose fist around the length of his flesh as she sat down beside him. “Is that... does that feel good too?”

Jason nodded. Dina saw the tendons in his neck and shoulders standing out as he clenched his muscles.

Silk

Dina began stroking slowly up and down, her eyes wide as she got a close-up look at Jason’s penis. It was longer than her palm was wide, but not by much. When she brought her hand all the way down – the soft skin of his balls felt very interesting against her flesh – only the head and about an inch of the shaft were visible. It fit well in her hand, too; spongy and hot against her palm.

She experimented with different strokes, flicking her eyes from Jason’s penis to his face, gauging his reactions. She squeezed harder, which he seemed to like. She adjusted her grip, which didn’t get much of a response. She twisted her hand around; he didn’t seem to mind it. She touched and caressed his balls, which made the shaft jump as she watched. Then, when she took him in her hand and started stroking faster – not at her full speed; that would probably break him in half – he moaned and lifted his hips.

“Don’t get carried away,” she whispered. He shuddered, and she realized that her breath must have blown over the head.

“I’m...” He swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. It just... it feels so amazing. Especially since it’s you doing it.”

Dina blushed and smiled at him. “I like doing it. I like the way it feels.”

“Believe me, you don’t have to stop if you don’t want to, but once I... um...” He steadied himself as Dina released her grip a little, the knuckle of her pinky pressing into the dimple between the underside of his penis and the top of his scrotum. She noted how his eyes widened at that. “Once I... once I come, I might not be able to do it again.”

“Do you want to come?” Dina asked, fully innocent, but when she saw the expression on his face, she knew he was thinking something completely different.

“Well...”

“Tell me the truth.” She squeezed harder and he jerked his hips upward again.

“I...” She squeezed again, and he put his hand around hers. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to make a decision. You’ll make it for me.”

Dina half-smiled and removed her hand. She slid down to her knees between Jason’s half-spread legs, her palms on his thighs. She looked up at him. He looked down at her. “Well?”

He sighed. “I do, Dina. I really do. But I... um... I want to have sex, too. If you do.”

She felt a blush spread from her cheeks all the way through her body. Between her legs, she felt her skin start to slip against itself, she was so damp. “I do. But I want to do this for you, too.”

“Um. Okay.” When she’d said that, she’d seen his penis jump in front of her face, and she blew gently across the shaft of it. Interestingly, his balls seemed to rise when she did that. So she did it again. “Dina,” he moaned, “you might want to get a towel or something.”

She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his shaft and started stroking again. With her left, she teased at his balls. “Why?”

“Because...” He gritted his teeth and moaned. “Because if you keep doing that...”

Jason’s voice trailed off and Dina stopped. “If I keep doing that, then what?”

He must have marshaled what courage he had, because he was able to say the next bit without blushing or stammering. “Because if I do come, it could get messy.”

“What, you mean like it would squirt all over the place?”

“In this position,” he said, “it would squirt all over you.”

“Oh.” She thought about that. “What position would work better?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Why not?” Dina stroked a few more times, the short nails on her left hand scratching softly on Jason’s inner thigh. She had noticed that he had some body hair, the same brown as the hair on his head, but on his inner thighs, it was sparser as she got closer to his balls, although around his penis and his balls, there was quite a bit of it. “Don’t you masturbate?”

“Excuse me?”

She squeezed, hard enough that if she’d been squeezing her fingers it might have hurt. But he seemed to like it even more. “Come on, Jason. We all do it. Even me.”

“You do?” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “Um. How?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She stroked again, squeezing hard; the head of his penis was flushed red now. “But if you don’t tell me what position we should get in, I’m just going to move out of the way and you’ll squirt all over the carpet.”

Jason blew air out from between his teeth. “Okay, fine. When I do it, I’m usually laying down on my back. I usually put a towel or an old t-shirt on my stomach and my chest.”

“It gets that high?” she asked as she released him.

“Sometimes.” Jason held out a hand and helped Dina to her feet. She pointed at the bed, and he sighed gently as he lay down on his back, his legs still half-apart – quite enough for her to kneel between his knees. “Sometimes it just gets on my hand, sometimes it goes over my shoulder. It depends on how long it’s been since I’ve done it.”

“Has it been a long time?” She looked around for something to use in lieu of a towel, but the only thing she could see was her t-shirt. She didn’t want to use his without asking, and it seemed the sort of thing you couldn’t ask without breaking the mood. Besides, it was just a plain gray t-shirt, the kind the quartermaster provided for the taking; she could wear one of Jason’s back to her room later. She picked it up off the floor and draped it casually across his stomach and chest. His eyes went straight to her breasts – she didn’t think he’d taken a close look between her legs yet – and she shifted her shoulders a little, making her breasts bounce slightly. They weren’t large; they didn’t bounce that much. But they bounced enough.

“A couple of days,” Jason said softly as Dina climbed onto the bed and knelt between his knees, her hands on his thighs.

“Oh.” Dina looked as if she was about to touch him again, and then stopped. “I probably should’ve asked you sooner. I know that when I get aroused, I get wet. Do you get wet or anything?”

He shook his head. “Sometimes... um... well... we don’t have anything like that, but we... um... make do.”

“How?”

Jason blushed hard. “I wasn’t going to ask or even bring it up, but have you ever heard of a blowjob?”

“I am not doing that.” She rocked back on her heels.

Jason pushed himself up on his elbows. “I wasn’t going to ask, Dina, I swear. I would never...”

She smiled a little. “I’m sorry. It just seems so... you know... weird.”

He shrugged. “I’ve never done it. I don’t know how it feels. But the point I was making was that sometimes, in the shower, there’s the water there.”

“Oh.” She leaned forward over him and touched her lips to his; as she did so, she was very aware of his flesh pressed against her stomach. “I think I get it.”

“Okay.” He settled back onto the bed. “Um. Is there anything else you want to know?”

Pariah

There was a pause from Dina’s end of the bed. “Hello?”

“No, I’m good.” Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft again and he moaned again, louder than ever.

Her palm was slick and wet. He knew exactly what with, because he’d done it himself from time to time.

She must have dribbled a bit of saliva into her palm.

Jason slammed his eyes shut and concentrated on what she was doing to him.

Silk

Jason pushed his head back into his pillows, his fingers digging into the sheets. The blanket was somewhere on the floor. Dina stroked her slick palm over him as she chewed on her tongue, and when she had enough, she removed her hand for a moment and added more saliva to it.

Each time she drew her hand up over the head, he shivered. Each time she brought her hand down, he arched. Her hand was quite wet now, and Jason was writhing on the bed, his penis growing harder and thicker in her fingers. She ran her palm over his balls and felt them shift and tighten. “Are you getting closer?” she asked.

He nodded sharply. “Very close.”

Dina squeezed his penis harder, stroking him faster. He shuddered under her, thrashing – in a controlled way, but still thrashing – as she watched the head of his penis flare. He let out a strangled shout and then she watched as a thick stream of whitish liquid burst out of the head and splatted on her shirt on his stomach. She kept stroking, and the second spurt arced over the first, landing half on the shirt and half on Jason’s shoulder.

Still Dina stroked, losing herself in the moment, forgetting everything but the orgasm she was giving Jason, the spurts growing less powerful until they started landing on her knuckles.

“Dina,” he half-coughed between gasps for breath, “wait...”

She looked down and realized she could barely see her hand, it was moving so fast. She released him, watching as his penis sprang away from her, already growing soft, his semen a long string of goo connected to both his head and her hand.

“Are you all right? Was that good?”

Dina could see him physically allowing his body to relax. “Dina, it was awesome,” he managed to get out. “Just one thing...”

“What?”

“Once a guy comes,” Jason said, “it kind of hurts if you keep going that fast. Especially when it’s you going that fast.”

“Sorry,” she said, blushing, sitting back on her haunches, her heels digging into the flesh of her bottom. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

Jason shook his head and looked up at her. “No. I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Oh.” She looked down at her hand, then brought it to her mouth and licked at the semen that was covering part of it. “Hmm.”

“Did you... just...”

“I was curious,” she snapped, blushing again. Then she softened. “Sorry. I just wanted to know, you know. What it tasted like.”

“Should I ask?”

“Want to try?” She held out her hand, but Jason took her wrist and held her hand away.

“No thanks. I’m all right.”

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