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.
