Ch 12

The sound of the alarm blared in my cluttered room at the dead of the morning, far earlier than my usual time, but I was waiting for a guest, and had some preparations before the arrival of my quest, some of them I was supposed to do the last night but felt too exhausted, such as hiding the costumes that was revealing enough to scare Katie, and putting a few clothes that might catch her interest to a more central location, more revealing than her usual ensemble without looking completely slutty.

I managed to finish them faster than I thought, meaning I had enough time for a quick shower. One that afforded me an interesting opportunity, I realized as I was walking to my clothes drawer, only to stop midway, wrapping the towel around my waist instead, curious to see her reaction to my limited nakedness.

It was exactly six-thirty when I heard a soft, hesitant knock on the door. "Come in," I called and Katie appeared at the end of the stairs, first lights of sunlight highlighting her silhouette, a frame around her innocence. Under the reverse light, her facial expression was concealed under the shadows, but I didn't need it to understand her reaction to my state. The surprised yelp that escaped her mouth was clue enough, or the fact that she was frozen stiff. "What are you waiting for?" I added.

My admonishment proved enough to jolt her into action. She stepped inside and closed the door, a bit too loud for my tastes, but not a big risk since Nancy always woke up late, and Nicole would be too shy to visit just to check a random noise after yesterday's encounter. So, I walked back to my bed in lazy steps, slow enough that when I sat down, Katie was already in front of me.

"Good morning," she said in a voice even more tense than her usual. Considering she was in a stranger's room, and that stranger was wrapped only in a towel, it was a deserved reaction.

"Morning," I replied in a smirk even as I examined her clothing. She was wearing a set of conservative pajamas that covered everything except her neck and her hands, either because she woke up late and hadn't had the time to change, or she wanted a more conservative set to prevent an easy access. Since I could see a carefully applied layer of light make-up, I was willing to bet that it was the latter. "Are you ready?" I asked.

Her gaze slid over my body, lingering over my sculpted chest for more than what was strictly necessary before moving to the towel. She looked hesitant, and for a moment I was afraid that I pushed her too much, but the nod that followed a few seconds later was enough to assuage my feelings.

She tried to sit next to me, but that ended predictably when I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap, causing her to freeze once more, an opportunity I leveraged to wrap my arms around her waist once more to prevent her from escaping. "So, any plans for today?" I asked.

"Nothing much," she answered even as she shifted to sit more comfortably, careful to keep her movements limited to not to arouse the attention of my shaft. But, there was one difference she wasn't aware, I wasn't on the verge of exhaustion after spending hours to make Nicole faint from an overload of pleasure. Her next words disappeared into a yelp as my shaft answered her wiggling by turning rock-hard in an instant.

"Is something wrong?" I asked with a mock concern even as I did a wiggle of my own to ensure my length was aligned correctly, teasing her bottom. I understood the reason for the intensity of her shock. Trying to maximize the coverage, she had failed to factor in the fact that the thick fabric of a jean-skirt was much better to insulate against the touch than the silky texture of a thin pajama bottom, and the fact that I was wearing just a towel didn't help any.

"N-no, of course not," she stammered in one of the least convincing lies I have ever heard. "Why don't you tell me how is your business going?"

Not a bad example of quick thinking, especially since a considerable amount of her blood had rushed to her face, leaving her deficient. I thought about ignoring her poor attempt of deflection and force her to speak once more, but the opportunity on the other side was equally interesting. "There are a few challenges…" I started, then let my mouth to go through a standard talk about photography.

At the same time, my full attention was on her body, reading her minute responses as my hands slowly started to wander over her body to ensure I didn't push her too far too soon. First few minutes, I played conservative, as she had been already pushed too far with my mode of dress, with a non-negligible effect from being a stranger's room. Soon, she started to relax, and I allowed my hands roam freely over her legs and her belly, with occasional accidental touch to the bottom of her breasts. She turned slightly for the first two times that happened, her lips parted in preparation, but a firm gaze was enough to dissuade her both times. Following times, she didn't react other than a slight shift in her body.

That shift, I did nothing to prevent because I realized that there was an important side effect for all of her movement. The corner of my towel had been dislodged when she took her seat, and every time she shifted, the towel slid a bit more. Soon, the thin fabric of pajamas was the only thing that was separating our flesh. It was tempting to push them down in a sudden move before sliding inside her, but unfortunately, it was also very inadvisable. Her attraction was obvious, but her demeanor didn't permit something that aggressive.

Interestingly, her shifts become more regular, almost rhythmic as she slid back and forth. The pleasure of rubbing seemed to register in her subconscious mind. I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she realized she had been rubbing to my naked shaft all along.

But imagining the blossoming of a cute shock on her face was not enough to satisfy me. One of my hand slid inside between the gap between the top and her skin, caressing her naked stomach once more. She froze the moment my fingertips touched her burning skin, depriving me of the pleasurable caresses her bottom was delivering. It was not to be borne of course, which was why the fingers of my free hand sank to her bottom, forcing her to continue her gentle rocking.

That proved enough to push through her tenuous self-control, and she jerked up. I considered not to allow her to get up, but let her jump when a more interesting scenario jumped to my mind. I let my towel slide completely, allowing her to think that it was her sudden movement that was responsible. It wasn't as enjoyable as watching her as she realized where she had been sitting for the last five minutes, but easier to explain as well. "Careful," I said in a loud voice, acting like I was surprised.

She turned towards me reflexively after my shout, only to let out a strangled cry of her own. An expected reaction, since she met with a full-sized erection in all of its naked glory, though I was a bit surprised when instead of closing her eyes or turning her back, she continued looking at it, her eyes unmoving, her face contorted with surprise. I waited for a short while, curious what she would do, getting more and more sure with each passing second that it was the first time she had seen a naked boy. "Do you want some popcorn?"

"What?" she murmured at first, her gaze still fixed on my midsection. I could read the moment the question registered fully, where her face was scrunched with confusion, which turned into a blush in short order as she remembered the exact situation she was in. She turned her back, the motion accompanied by another surprised cry. "Stephen!"

"What?" I said, dismissing her implied accusation offhand. "You're the one that pulled my towel, and you're the one that is ogling me naked." I reached down and pulled the towel on my lap, but this time intentionally loose, my erection obvious from the large tent. "You can turn back now."

She turned to me once more, but this time her eyes were kept above the neck level. I smirked at her obvious struggle to prevent her gaze from dipping down. "Maybe I should go," she managed to whisper.

"What's the hurry," I countered. "It was barely ten minutes. You should stay a while more, so that the training takes hold." I shrugged before bringing out the big guns. "Of course, you might think that getting uncovered by Madison is no big deal, and in that case, please go ahead." It was a true struggle to keep my sense of victory away from my expression when she started to turn once more in an obvious attempt of taking her earlier seat. "Keep the direction," I ordered.

Her desire to argue was obvious from her face, but her lips stood unmoving as she sat on my lap once more, at the point where my knees barely started. A reasonable distance, but one that I had no intention of allowing, so I wrapped my arm around her waist once more, and a small application of force later, she slid past the middle of my thighs. The fact that my shaft was pressing against her was just an added bonus. "Is it better?" she asked in a small voice that melted ice.

But my heart was made of sterner stuff, so I just nodded dismissively, normalizing the absurdity of our deal, forcing the normal to become absurd. The situation was much more intimate when I continued my explanation about the photography. I could see from her face that my words failed to register as her gaze alternatively focused to my face or drifted unfocused. I had a good guess about what she was thinking about, though my hands that were caressing her back didn't help as well.

"What I said just now?" I asked without a warning, in the tone of a strict teacher that enjoyed catching his students unaware. At the same time, my hands didn't even stagger in their task of gently massaging her back.

"Camera settings," she answered in a rush of panic.

"Correct, I did mention that," I said, and she looked relaxed, a calm that I gleefully destroyed with my next words. "But it was ten minutes ago. You need to be more focused Katie, while getting distracted from the conversation could be explained easier than freezing with just a touch, it implies that it's something novel for you, therefore suspicious."

The way she dipped her head with admonishment was objectively cute, tempting me to slide my finger under her chin, force her to look upwards before capturing her lips in an aggressive embrace, but I had a feeling that she would escape from my grip like a startled dove.

So, I continued speaking instead. "Why are you distracted?" I asked. She stayed silent, but the point her eyes focused was answer enough. "Is it the first time you seen one?" Still silent, she shook her head hesitantly. "First time in real life?" I asked, this time receiving a nod. "That would be a hard thing to explain if Madison catches it, we need to fix it now."

This time, her lips worked faster than her mind. "How-" she started to murmur before her words came to a sudden stop and her gaze met mine.

"Simple, we're going to give you some experience with it," I said even as I pulled the towel off, which required a strong tug as a part of it was stuck between our bodies. Once again, she tried to pull back, but this time weak enough that I was able to prevent her from pulling away with my hand limp on her back. Understandable since she was a virgin that found herself with a full-sized erection between her legs, pressing to her stomach threateningly. "Why don't you caress it for a moment."

She looked at me questioningly, a timid light flickering behind, but I could see her hand from the corner of my eye, sneaking closer to my shaft, trembling softly. Soon, I felt a fleeting caress on the side, but it didn't make me as happy as the curiosity that appeared in her expression. Seeing her obvious attempt to gather courage, I stopped pushing her, waiting for her to act. "Are they always this big," she murmured, more to herself rather than an actual statement.

"I have yet to receive any complaint, so I'm willing to bet some of them falls on the smaller side," I answered, unable to resist the opportunity to brag.

I hadn't had to wait for long. I felt another touch a few seconds later, but this one lingered over a few seconds, and her gaze slid away from my face in favor of observing herself in her new task. The next attempt saw contact of not just one finger but her whole hand, and more importantly, stayed wrapped around my shaft as she listened to its throbbing. Leveraging her distraction, I slid my hand under her top once more, this time getting nothing more than an errant glance even as it pushed her top up enough to reveal her smooth belly. The perfect distraction.

Unfortunately, it was almost seven, and she needed to prepare for school, lest we risked revealing what we were doing to Nicole, a risk I wasn't willing to take yet, not even after our last encounter. "Maybe we call it a day," I said. "You need to prepare for the school," I added after seeing her confused expression, a sudden rush of disappointment telling me that I was on the right path.

"Okay," she murmured, and stood up after one last caress, a weird attempt of defiance I guessed from her sudden rebellious expression, one that fit as much as a puddle in Savannah, chasing after a giraffe.

"By the way," I added, arresting her walk. "I have a couple of clothes left from the earlier shots, why don't you take them. I have a feeling that you're going to like them."

She walked towards the chair I pointed and started examining the ones I separated. A blush spread through her face, but it was more of a sign of her perspective, as they were downright conservative compared to what Nancy wore on a daily basis.

"Thanks," she murmured and left the room in quickened steps, leaving me to plan the next lesson.

It was one of the rare days I didn't have much to do, so I used the opportunity to get another couple hours of sleep, then decided to walk upstairs to get a quick breakfast. Still, there was something more important than my mind, what to do if I saw Nicole there. It wasn't a desperate challenge, but more of an exercise of picking the best option from a list of interesting ones, ranging from torturing her in a feigned ignorance to bending her over on the kitchen table before slamming into her in a frenzy.

Unfortunately, I could see most of the options were out as soon as I stepped into the living room. It wasn't that Nicole was absent, I could see her bustling in the kitchen. Unfortunately, Nancy had the idea of waking up early as well, and was currently sitting in front of the TV, her notebook open in front of her, her pencil dancing on the paper occasionally. "Morning, Stephen," she said in a chipper tone.