Don't Get Carried Away

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

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Pariah

“So, now what do we do with this thing?” Dina asked, pointing to her shirt. “I’m certainly not wearing it home later.”

Jason chuckled and grabbed the bottom of it. “We do this.” He ran the lower part – it happened to be the collar – up and over his penis, wiping it off, and then rolled it up as best he could, keeping his come inside it. With one of the sleeves, he wiped the bit of it off his shoulder that had landed there. Then he dropped it carefully onto the floor. “I usually leave it on the floor until laundry day, and I bury it with the rest of my clothes. It comes back washed.”

“Yuck!” Dina licked the rest of the come off her hand, swallowing it, and then slid down to lay beside Jason.

“Does it taste that bad?”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t have anything to compare it to, though. Feels strange going down, though. I was saying yuck about the laundry room. I’d hate to be them.”

“That’s why it’s a punishment detail,” Jason said, pulling Dina against his body. “It’s not something people would want to do.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Dina ran her palm – it was dry now, but a little sticky – down Jason’s body and cupped his penis and his balls in her hand. “Is it really that small when you’re not hard?”

“I guess. I never thought about it.” He felt twinges in his lower abdomen as her fingers explored the loose skin of his scrotum. “Still feels nice, though.”

“Glad you like it.”

Jason shifted positions to lay on his side, facing Dina. His hand smoothed down her side, and he noticed that she didn’t laugh this time as he passed over her ribs, resting his palm on her hip. “Um. Can I... try?”

Dina shuffled until she was on her back. She was slender; there was enough room. Her right leg was bent at the knee, her left pressed against Jason’s thighs. “If you want to.”

“I want to.”

She closed her eyes as Jason slid his hand down her stomach and past her waist.

The first thing he felt was hair. It felt softer than the hair between his legs, but there was much less of it.

The next thing was dampness. It was like a small mouth.

Jason tested the lips, brushing one finger over them, watching Dina’s face. She half-smiled as she sighed.

Then he drew his finger upward and found something small and tight at the top of the lips. He ran his fingertip around it and Dina let out a sharp, harmonic yelp. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, moving his hand down.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back. Then she grabbed his wrist and pulled it upward until his fingers were over the bump. “That’s my clitoris. Believe me, it feels good.”

With two fingers – which were now damp from the wetness on Dina’s lower lips – Jason made small circles over Dina’s clitoris, watching as she arched her back and ran her hand along the wall, moving it backward until she grabbed the pillow, digging her fingers into it.

Jason slid down the bed, his fingers still on Dina’s clitoris, until he was able to look between her legs. After all, he hadn’t gotten a good look before, and when would he have a better moment?

He carefully moved Dina’s left leg out of the way, noting the sparse brown hair between her legs and the location of the clitoris she’d told him about. Below it, it really did look like lips, although the lips themselves were somewhat irregular. He noted that between them he could see slick wetness, and he dipped a fingertip between her lips. That must have been what she’d told him about, what his friends who’d already lost their virginities had mentioned.

With his now-slick fingertip, Jason touched Dina’s clitoris again. It seemed to respond – Dina certainly did, moaning and shifting to try and bring more of his finger into contact with it. He ran his thumb along her lips, getting it wet, and then pressed it carefully to her clitoris while he slowly – he’d been warned from others at the Base about this – slid one of his other fingers inside her.

The response was immediate. Dina choked out another cry and both hands grabbed the pillow. She turned her head to one side, breathing heavily. Jason didn’t fail to notice the rise and fall of her breasts, but he was more interested in what was going on between her legs. Her vagina felt like a slick, hot tunnel gripping his finger, and at the top of it, he felt a rough spot. He brushed it experimentally and her hips rose a full six inches off the bed and she cried out again.

That would be the spot, then. Jason rubbed her clitoris with his thumb and slid his finger in and out of Dina, hitting the rough spot, and in short order, he was watching her writhe on the bed, throwing her head back and forth, her arm held in her teeth to muffle what would be extremely loud cries. Her body was pulling and tightening on his finger and then, as Dina’s right hand slapped hard against the concrete wall, he felt a flush of wetness wash over his hand as her hips shuddered up and down as if she was a tuning fork that he’d hit against the edge of a table. He tried to hold her in place as best he could, but her speed was turned on – she probably had no idea she was doing it – and all he could do was hold on for the ride.

After about thirty seconds, she started to calm down, her eyes opening, a glassy blue stare fixed on him. “You...” She swallowed and slowed herself down. “You have to stop for a minute.”

Jason ceased the movement of his thumb, but didn’t remove his finger. Dina didn’t seem to mind. “Was that an orgasm?” he asked.

“No. What I do in bed at night, that’s an orgasm.” She smiled broadly. “That was an explosion.”

Jason withdrew his finger slowly, careful to hit the spot inside of Dina again – she arched halfheartedly against his hand – and brought his slick finger to his lips. He licked it, then sucked it into his mouth.

“Any good?”

“Not bad,” he admitted. “Sort of like... a little tangy, a little salty, a little like... you know the smell of charcoal?” She nodded. “A little like that too.”

“Plus, if I were to do that in your mouth, I wouldn’t blow the back of your head off.”

Jason watched as she clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and shocked at what she’d said.

“What do you mean?” he asked conversationally. He was aware that he was growing erect again.

Now it was Dina’s turn to stammer. “Well... I’m just saying... you know blowjobs, right?”

“Yes.” Jason drew it out in a drawl.

“Well... um... girls like it too. Just have to do it different.” Her face was scarlet.

“Do you want to tell me?”

Her eyes closed. “I don’t think I can.”

Jason shrugged, then leaned down and, with the very tip of his tongue, touched Dina’s clitoris.

Silk

Dina slammed her legs shut and stared down at Jason. “What are you doing?” she asked, not really horrified but at a loss to describe it any other way.

“I wanted to give it a try.” He looked completely guileless.

“But... but...”

“I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”

She blushed again. “It’d feel weird, you know? Seeing your head down there. Especially knowing what else I do.”

Jason shrugged. “I’m not going to ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“It’s not that.” Dina closed her eyes again and tried to bring herself back down to normal speed – the moment Jason’s tongue had touched between her legs, she’d gone into hyperspeed. At least, on the inside.

“Then what is it?”

“I can’t really say,” she said. “It’s just...” Dina growled at herself; Jason watched and waited. That was one thing he was good at: waiting. He waited until Dina came up with the words she needed. “I don’t know if it’ll feel good, and I don’t want you to get grossed out if something happens, either.”

“Tell you what,” Jason said. “If you want me to, I’ll try doing it, and if you want me to stop, I will.”

There was nothing but care in his eyes.

She relaxed her legs. Jason dipped his head downward. His lips touched her clitoris.

Pariah

It was an awkward position for Jason; his neck was craned and his body was twisted sideways. One of Dina’s legs was draped over his body, which was half-hanging off the bed, and his mouth was very close to the place between her legs.

He began by dragging his tongue along the lips, tasting her, one of his hands pushing her sparse hair out of the way before he carefully slid his tongue fully into her.

Jason could tell that Dina was losing control of her power. Her muscles were throbbing and pulsing against his tongue, as if a very wet hummingbird was beating its wings against him.

He curled his tongue, trying to reach the rough spot inside her, but he couldn’t. Not that it mattered. His upper lip brushed her clitoris, and she twisted, almost pulling away.

Jason put one hand on Dina’s hip to hold her in place and withdrew his tongue, replacing it with one of his fingers. He noticed it went in much more easily now that she’d had her first orgasm. With his lips he sought out her clitoris and kissed it. The moan answering that action was encouraging, so he ran his tongue over the bud of flesh before sucking at it as he’d sucked at her nipples so many minutes ago.

The speed with which Dina’s orgasm hit surprised Jason; he didn’t realize it was coming until he felt her clamp down and then bloom around his finger, her clitoris tight and hard in his mouth, her body producing so much wetness that when she squeezed down on his finger again, it slid right out. He replaced it with his mouth, licking greedily at the wetness that dripped from Dina’s vagina, until she pushed his mouth away.

“What?”

Her chest was heaving. “You have to stop,” she said, her voice high and fast. “Please, just stop.”

Jason pushed himself up and stretched out next to Dina, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said, surreptitiously wiping his mouth off on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean...”

“No,” she interrupted. “I just can’t take any more. It felt too good.”

“Oh.” He looked down, and she looked up. “Should I kiss you? I mean, would that be weird?”

Dina took his face in her hands and kissed him instead, their lips parting, their tongues touching. He tasted her mouth, pressing himself against her body, quite hard now.

Silk

Dina pulled away. The taste on Jason’s lips and tongue was odd, but not bad. No stranger than his come had been. “Jason, wait.”

“What?”

She took him in her hand. “You’re getting awfully close to getting inside me, and we need protection. I really, really don’t want to get pregnant.” Everyone at the Base was covered against any sort of disease – one of the students who worked in the medical building had confirmed that – but every one of the students knew that getting pregnant or getting someone else pregnant would be a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, some of the students ran a very lucrative trade in contraceptives. Dina had a pretty good idea of which staff member was providing them. Not that it mattered.

“Please,” she said, “please tell me you got a condom from someone.”

“Yeah,” he said, rolling out of bed. “Should I put it on?”

“Not just yet.” Dina turned onto her stomach, her face pressed into his pillow. She noted that his eyes watched her rear end. “What position should we do it in?”

“What do you mean?” Jason knelt on the floor next to the bed, his chin resting on the edge.

“I’m just...” She thought about it. “Well, there are a few positions, but I don’t know which one would be best. I mean, I want to be able to kiss you and touch you, but I want it to feel good for both of us.”

“I had thought, you know...” He rummaged under the bed for something. “I was thinking we’d just do it, you know, facing each other, with me on top. I mean, unless you want to do something different.”

“That one seems the most normal, I guess.”

“Well, if you want to be on top, it’s okay with me. I really don’t mind.” Jason brought his hand up and deposited a small, silver-foil-wrapped packet on the bed. “One condom. You really think I would come into this unprepared?”

“You were planning to have sex with me?”

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.”

Dina blushed. “Okay.” She made a decision. “You can be on top. If we do it again, maybe we’ll try a different position.”

“If?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, if I don’t like it, I won’t want to do it again.”

“Oh.”

She noticed his crestfallen expression and touched his cheek with one finger. “I’m sure I’ll like it. Now, can I watch you put it on?”

Pariah

Jason got to his feet, his penis quite erect. He felt bits of Dina’s breath touching it – which made it bob – as he tore apart the wrapper and peered at the condom in the dim light before he figured out which way it unrolled. Like all the guys on the Base, he’d tested one out before. Everyone said it was “just in case”.

He watched Dina watch him poke the head of his penis into the slick rubber, and by touch – he was enjoying watching Dina too much to look at himself – rolled it down until the ring was snug at the base of his shaft.

“That was actually pretty hot,” she said, touching him through the rubber. “How does that feel?”

“It still feels good,” Jason told her, “but not as good as when you were doing me before.”

“Try it inside me. Tell me what you think. But go slow.”

Jason nodded as he climbed onto the bed. Dina spread her legs and Jason positioned himself at the entrance to her body. “You ready?”

Dina bit her lip and nodded.

Silk

The only way to deal with what Barrows had done to her was to compartmentalize it away and think about it every now and then, in measured bursts so it didn’t overwhelm her.

It was threatening to leak out now, though. One of the reasons she’d insisted they be facing each other was to make sure she knew who she was having sex with.

But as Jason eased his way into her, she realized that she would never confuse the two of them.

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