Page 43 of Freak

“I don’t just have my nickname because of what I can do on the field, baby. I’m a freak in many ways, and you’re about to find out tonight just how freaky I can get.”

“Wait,” she places a hand on my forearm. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” I say tentatively, hoping she’s not checking out on me.

“I don’t know how to ride your face.”

I’m smiling at her, holding back a laugh, until my stiff dick understands the sincerity with which she said those words.

Holy shit.

She’s not joking around.

“Willow… are you a virgin?”

Her eyes close as if she’s embarrassed when there’s not a single thing for her to be ashamed about.

“Willow, please look at me,” I tell her.

Her gentle eyes finally stare into mine.

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No.”

I swallow thickly.

“Okay, well, that’s not what we’re doing, so don’t worry. I just want to touch you tonight. I want you to feel good. No pressure.”

“I didn’t feel pressured. I mean, I don’t feel pressured by you. I like you, Freak. A lot. I’m just saying that I don’t know how to do what you want.”

I look around my barely clean dorm room and immediately regret bringing Willow here. Not because I don’t want her, but because I should have done all the things for a girl like her. Dinner, flowers, a fucking hotel room. Instead, I’m trying to feel up this perfect girl in a dirty dorm room.

I fucking suck.

While I have regrets about how this is developing, I also don’t want her to think that what she just shared with me changes anything. I’m not afraid of anything she said; hell, I’m honored that she trusts me enough to consider me being her first. So instead of dwelling in the would of’s, could of’s, I decide to make the best of this night. I need to try to think the way her mega brain does and speak in a language she’ll understand so she can relax and enjoy this.

“This isn’t a test and there’s no wrong way to do it. Your instincts will kick in and you should do whatever feels good. I’ve got you, Willow. Do you trust me?”

I wait patiently for her answer, knowing that anything other than a yes will mean I’ll have to cut this night short.

I wish for the answer I want to hear harder than when our kicker has to kick the winning field goal — and that’s damn hard.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stop questioning me to death or I’m out of here.”

I chuckle at her getting all tough with me.

“Is that right, Teach?”

Softly, I being to stroke between the damp folds of her pussy.

“I mean… I was just kidding.”

“Now remember,” I warn her sinisterly. “Don’t make a fucking sound when you come for me, or we’ll just have to keep trying until you’ve mastered pillar one of this new arrangement–my seduction of you.”