Chapter 21

After we finish our dinner and our movie, I cuddle closer to C. I can hear her quiet breathing. Her eyes are closed. Her face looks so relaxed. She shifts in her sleep, facing me now, hands grasping at my shirt. I watch as she inhales and exhales. How does someone like her exist? She is so small and gentle but also can be fiery when she wants. She has a beautiful body but even more than that, she is incredibly smart and kind. I turn off the TV, push her desk back against the wall that it belongs in front of, and settle back into bed. I pull off my shirt, leaving me in my sweatpants and boxers. C is still wearing her school clothes. I nudge her, trying to wake her so that she can change.

"Hey, C, are you sure you want to sleep in your school clothes? I think you still have your shoes on." Her eyes open slightly, still half asleep, she undresses completely before closing her eyes again. This girl. I grab my t-shirt and pull it over her so that she isn't completely naked. I pull her against my chest and close my eyes. Tonight is the last time I get to sleep with her like this before I have my own space. My chest tightens a bit, a small part of me not wanting to sleep separately. I don't know if I will even be able to sleep on my own. I fall asleep worrying about how tomorrow will pan out.

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Sylvia is the first one awake. She calls the moving company to figure out what time she will need to meet them. They will be at the café at 8 am. It's 7:30 right now. Sylvia grabs the keys to the café that Foster left on a hook by the front door. She doesn't feel like waking the kids up right now. It's early and they will have a lot to unpack, it's good for them to rest a while longer. She leaves, locking the door behind her.

Sylvia and the movers make it back, getting all of the larger furniture unloaded and carefully placed into Foster's room by 9:30. Sylvia tips them and shows them out. As she does this, Foster and C walk out into the hall. Foster walks towards his room. His bed, dresser, desk, everything is here. Even with all of his stuff, his room still seems way too large. C and Foster get to work. Foster explains where everything goes, and C does what he asks of her. It doesn't take as long as they thought it would. They finish unpacking all of his stuff by noon. He doesn't own much. The kids prepare lunch again, bringing it to Sylvia as she works. After lunch they tidy up, trying not to leave a huge mess everywhere they go. They head back into Foster's new room. Foster stands behind C, draping his arms over her shoulders, leaning his weight on her. It's nice to have such a large space, but he would prefer to stay with C.

"So, about that secret room. What's the plan?" C asks, shrugging Foster off of her to walk into the closet.

"Well, we should probably furnish it enough to make it comfortable. I was thinking like, some sleeping bags, maybe some string lights? I don't want to add too much, I want it to have only what we think we'll need."

"What do you mean?" C questions naively.

"Well, I don't think we will need much. It's only got one intended purpose." Foster lifts C, sitting her on one of the shelves in his closet. Standing in between her legs, he places his arms on the wall behind her, leaning close. She wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"So, sleeping bags, some pillows? Some source of light, what else?"

"Well, obviously the gift your mom gave us. Also, I did notice some things in one of your top drawers that day when you needed a towel. I didn't think innocent little you would own that sort of stuff." Foster brushes his lips against C's neck, finding his way back to that spot that makes her shiver in anticipation. C's face flushes, realizing what he is talking about. Her toys.

"W-well, I'm a girl. I have n-needs. You wouldn't un-understand," she stutters, trying to remain calm but not succeeding.

"I wouldn't understand what? You don't think I know what your needs are?" Foster continues to tease her, loving how she reacts to it. He can feel the goosebumps on her arm and can feel her nipples harden against his chest. She doesn't verbally respond to his taunts, however. He picks her up and heads towards their special place. She holds onto him as he lifts them both up together. He lays her down before climbing back down, this time through the other hatch into C's room. She is still stunned by his previous comments. After a few moments, he is back in the room, holding some of her secret items that she was hoping would remain private.

"Since I'm so oblivious, I wonder what this is for?" He switches on one of her vibrators. Laying down in front of her legs, he places the small but powerful toy against her panties. He can see the outline of her clit poking through. He teases it with the vibrator. He continues torturing her like this.

"Why are you so quiet? Shouldn't you be teaching me about these? Help me understand." Foster smirks, this time turning off the vibrator and turning on something new. "What's this?" He holds her rabbit up to show her. She watches him as he moves it down to continue what he was doing earlier, teasing her clit through her now soaked panties. C tries to cover herself with her hands but Foster just pushes them away, enjoying the show.

"H-hey, that's not what it's supposed to be used for." Foster looks up at her, acting naïve, as if he doesn't know what it's supposed to do.

"You'll have to show me then. I'm usually a hands-on learner, but in this case, I think a visual demonstration will be the best way for me to learn." Foster hands her the toy and sits back expectantly. Legs folded and arms on his knees, staring at the space between her elegant pale thighs.

"I-I can't do that," C props herself up on her elbows, still holding the toy in her hand.

"Why not? I promise I will listen; I can be a good student. Who knows, maybe the student will surpass the master." Foster bites his lower lip, waiting for C to start her 'lesson.'

C slides off her wet undergarment and sits up. She turns on the toy and places the tip of the shaft at her entrance while the smaller appendage rests against her clit. He watches as her pussy swallows the shaft, twitching the farther it goes in. She moves it slowly in and out, covering the toy in her juices. After some adjustments she has it positioned so that it's hitting her g-spot and stimulating her cute little red button at the same time. Foster sits closer, this time placing his hand on top of C's, helping her move the toy in and out.

"Is this right?" Foster pretends to be inexperienced, pausing to wait for C's approval. C lays back down, nodding. Foster moves it in and out of her again, watching how her glistening folds suck it right back in every time. "What happens if I press this button?" Foster presses a new button, watching C's breathing quicken. The vibrations are more forceful now. He stops pumping the toy in and out to wait for C to give him further instruction.

"Why are you stopping? I-It feels like you are doing it right. Just k-keep doing that," She whines.

"Keep doing what? I don't understand Teach. What am I supposed to do now?" C places her hand on Foster's, guiding the toy back in. Foster gets back to work, pleasuring her with the purple silicone object. When she gets close, he removes the shaft of the toy and positions himself at her entrance. He grabs the bullet-shaped vibrator from before, holding it against her swollen clit.

"Is it okay if I fuck you now?"

"Y-yeah." Tremors shoot up C's legs, causing her legs to shake uncontrollably. Foster pushes the bullet against her clit with a bit more force. Foster slides into her already prepared hole. He moves slowly in and out, not wanting to be too rough with her. It's hard to hold himself back. He places the hand that isn't playing with her next to her head to hold himself up.

C moves her hands down, separating her folds slightly, giving Foster a clear view of her pleasure spot. He circles the bullet around it, feeling her walls twitch around him. He grunts, trying to hold himself back, not wanting to hurt her.

"Foster, i-it's okay for you to go harder." Foster nods, pounding into her with as much force as he can. Within a few minutes, he releases, this time pulling out so that it shoots onto her stomach. C moans. Foster feels something wet hit his leg.

"What's this? Did you squirt for me?" C, still trembling, doesn't hear what he says. Foster sits up so that his arm is no longer supporting him, but rather his legs which are kneeling in front of C. He positions two fingers at her entrance. He quickly pumps them in and out of her, curling them, trying to give her as much stimulation as he can. He holds the vibrator against her clit, not letting up and continues his assault on her soaking wet pussy. Again, he feels something wet. He removes his fingers and the vibrator, pleased with his work.

"Did I do it right teach? Should I practice more?" C sits up and closes her legs, not ready for round two. Foster chuckles and scoops her up. He takes her down to her room so that she can go get changed before climbing back up into their secret love spot to clean up what he can. They made quite a bit of a mess today.