Innocents by Cathy Coote

Author:Cathy Coote [Coote, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General Fiction, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780802139276
Publisher: Grove Press
Published: 2002-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I'd watch the television, faking absorption, my mouth half-open as though in complete, unconscious preoccupation.

I wasn't listening. I wasn't watching. All my attention was focussed on my peripheral awareness of your eyes. I felt you drink me in, survey my face over and over, the smooth cheeks, the wispy hair, the wide eyes, the expression of earnest concentration.

The intensity of your gaze was like a drug to me.

Occasionally, you'd be overcome. You'd lean in and press your lips fleetingly against my cheekbone, or the top of my head. I counted these kisses as little victories.

‘What?’ I'd say, turning to you, startled, my smile half-embarrassed. I was adorably uncertain.

‘Nothing,’ you'd say, and kiss me again.

‘What!’ With my eyes, I accused you of mocking me.

‘I think you're wonderful,’ you said simply.

In my mind I notched up another few points.

Nestling into the crook of your arm, I'd disconcert you effortlessly.

‘Can I give you a blow-job?’ was a good one.

I felt you snort with silent, perplexed laughter as you realised the absurdity of your situation. How many men, sitting down to watch mid-evening current affairs programs, find a nubile schoolgirl casually asking if it's okay to suck them off? There were whole Internet sites devoted to this fantasy. There were whole Acts of Parliament designed to stop people who were devoted to this fantasy.

‘If you want to.’

‘Yep!’ I pawed at your fly, trying to gauge where your penis was at. Had I succeeded in giving you an erection yet? I'd lose points if you were still quiescent when I undid your fly.

Usually, however, the thought was enough to send you rock-hard.

Stretching out on my stomach, kicking my legs in the air, I closed my lips around your penis. ‘Is that nice?’ I'd look up at you, as though concerned by your silence, as though afraid I was doing something wrong.

Head thrown back, eyes closed, you reassured me heartily: ‘You have no idea.’

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