"You'll want to kiss them slowly." His voice is a low tumble, "start with lips, get into the rhythm of it, and you'll know when to add tongue."
"Rest your hands on his shoulder or at the nape of his neck, play with his hair, just soft delicate movements to begin with." His lips brush my neck, a shiver emanating from the brief touch. "Just enjoy yourself."
I open my eyes, not realising I'd let them close and tilt my head slightly, letting Asher rest his head fully in the crook of my neck.
"You can either choose to be the submissive one and let them kiss you or you can take control, and push for a little more, but don't be too demanding, then it will just be rushed, and they may not be able to keep up and then you'll just look like two vacuums fighting it out." I let out a soft breath when I feel the touch of his lips move on my neck, the feel of his breathe skimming me.
"Slow and steady always wins the race."
"If you want to make it a bit more," he pauses, sucking in a breath, "...heavy, then find a wall or a counter, and sit or lean against it, or push them against it if you choose to be the dominant one, it can be sexy to take control."
"Tell your partner what you want. If you want them to curl their hands around your throat, tell them." He whispers and my stomach dips, "if you want them to bite your lip, bite theirs. You can show them what you want without using your words. But if you want something, ask for it."
"Ask for it?" I say breathlessly, wanting the words to come out strong but my heart is pounding too fast for me to focus on trying.
Asher's lips curl into a smile against my skin as I let out a sigh, barely audible over the thumping music. My body betrays me, instinctively leaning into his warmth, as though this entire lesson is more than I can handle. But his words - his instructions are measured, deliberate, not rushed or forceful, despite the strange intimacy swirling between us.
His lips graze my neck again, and I find myself gripping his forearms, just to steady myself. I need to say something. Anything. But my brain's jumbled, caught between the rhythm of the music, Asher's nearness, and the flood of thoughts about how wrong this all is - how Charlie, my brother, any of our friends could see us. How all of it could come crashing down if anyone knew.
I finally swallow down the rising lump in my throat and tilt my head just slightly to meet his gaze. "Asher... why are you doing this?"
His eyes flicker, a mix of teasing and something softer - something I can't quite decipher. "You asked me to teach you," he replies, voice low, as if we're sharing some sort of secret only the two of us can understand.
"I didn't ask-"
"Fine, I offered." He interrupts softly.
But that wasn't what I meant. I didn't ask for all of this - not the closeness, not the whispers against my skin, not the growing attraction I'm desperately trying to ignore. "I didn't think you'd take it this... seriously," I mutter, trying for a bit of humour to ease the tension.
He chuckles softly, still close enough that the sound vibrates against me. "I take my lessons seriously." He straightens a bit, his hands loosening their hold on my hips, giving me space to breathe. "But if you want me to stop, just say the word."
For a moment, I consider it. Stopping would be the smart thing to do. It would be the easy way out. But then I realize... maybe I don't want him to stop. Maybe part of me is curious - more curious than I should be.
"I-" the words gets stuck in my throat and then Asher is gone and I'm left cold and I glance behind me, finding him disappearing from the dance floor, and then Charlie is there, shoving a drink into my hand.
"I'm so sorry to leave you alone for so long, it took ages to even get in there it was so crowded."
I shake my head, willing myself to not look through the party for Asher and smile at Charlie.
"It's fine, let dance."
• • •
The party is chaos. An inferno of sweat, lust and even a little bit of anger mingling in the air.
I slip between two writhing bodies, the two seeming more content to dance their way towards a mindless fuck tight there in the hallway then find a private room.
Charlie had disappeared towards the drinks station again when our drinks got low and then I'd lost sight of her with all the moving bodies.
Aiming for the stairs, I move up them to escape the dancing and find solitude.
I do not find solitude upstairs, but I do find spin the bottle.
I almost go to step back when one of the boys playing catches my eyes. Dylan.
This is my chance.
I step forward.
