The problem was this-I liked her. I think I liked her quite a bit. At first, it was just sex. I did want her, a lot. But, afterwards, it wasn’t just sex anymore. I hadn’t spent an afternoon that delightful in a very long time. But I still had to tread lightly. As she had said, we’d spent a lot of time up until very recently hating each other. Trying to figure out if we liked each other was very new. Also, I don’t think she completely trusted me. As an added kicker, it’s not like I didn’t have competition. She could go out with a different guy every night of the week and just pencil me in for Tuesdays if that’s what she wanted to do.
What was funny was, before today, I would’ve guessed that’s exactly what she’d prefer. Now, I wasn’t so sure, after what she said.
Well, I had time to figure this all out, I supposed. I went to bed, looking forward to tomorrow.
Looking forward to another day in The Program with Maggie Benson. Who would’ve ever thought that?
PART THREE WEDNESDAY
I got to school fairly early Wednesday morning. I went to the entrance, and Chuck was already there.
"Hey, Braden," I said.
"Well, good morning, Benson," he grinned at me.
"You’re mighty chipper this morning," I said.
"I got a good night’s sleep," he grinned at me.
"Funny, so did I," I laughed. "Hey, listen. Is that offer you made to me yesterday morning still open?"
He looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, and then smiled. "It sure is."
"Good," was all I said. He walked up to me, grinning, and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. When he got them undone, he slipped the blouse off, and then reached behind me to undo my bra strap. He slipped that off of me, then went for the snap of my pants. Before he undid it, though, he lowered his mouth to my boob and took my nipple into his mouth. Oh Jesus. I thought I was just going to get a nice undressing!
And he didn’t stop! The whole time he was taking my pants off, he had his lips wrapped around my nipple. It was delicious. Then he broke off, grabbed me, and hoisted me up onto the wall. The next thing I knew, his face was buried between my legs.
Oh my goodness. I had never met a guy who was so damn enthusiastic about cunny-lapping. Three times in three days? Never. Oh, I’d gotten fucked three times in three days. Sometimes I’d gotten fucked three times in three hours. But someone going down on me? Nope.
It was still early, but a few people had arrived and had gathered to watch the show. And, believe me, they were getting a show. I was moaning and squealing and squirming and all that. I couldn’t help it. He was doing that thing again, where he sucked my clit in between his lips and teased it with his tongue. And he had two fingers up inside me and they were beating on my g-spot like Keith fucking Moon. It didn’t take much of that before I had his head pinned between my legs, my pussy grinding on his face. I came, howling.
By the time I had come back to earth, he was standing in front of me, grinning-completely naked. He had stripped while I was trying to catch my breath.
"Hey, I thought it was my turn," I said.
"Not today," he grinned, then walked over to me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Benson, I get the impression that you don’t get too many freebies. That was a freebie." And then he was gone, through the doors and into the school.
My stomach went thud. I sat there, on that wall, staring at the door until the first bell rang-which was a good ten minutes. I was right-this guy knew how to push every single one of my buttons. But, now, it wasn’t the drive-Maggie-crazy buttons. It was the make-Maggie-gooey buttons.
I did not do gooey. Right now? I was melted-caramel gooey.
I shook my head-to clear the fucking insanity out of it-hopped down from the wall, and trudged into school. Very shakily.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHUCKY’see, I had thought about it, and this is what I had decided.
I liked her. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, quite yet, but I liked her.
Maggie thought she knew guys. She didn’t know me. He knew guys that just wanted a quick fuck. Well, I’d had that. If that’s all I wanted, I’d be done. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I knew it was more than that. So, while I figured that out, I decided to keep her off balance. A freebie pussy-eating was just the trick.
And it worked! The look on her face was priceless! Believe me, though, I wasn’t making any kind of sacrifice. I enjoyed going down on a girl. I especially enjoyed going down on Maggie. She had the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. I’d heard that all girls taste pretty much the same-and in the five or so I’d gone down on previously, I’d agree. Minor variations, but pretty much the same. Not Maggie. Don’t know why, but she was different. And the reactions she gave! Just fantastic. I could go down on her all day long. Wouldn’t that blow her mind!
I didn’t let up, either. When we were walking into Spanish third period, I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy tastes like honey, you know," and then kept walking. She actually blushed! Maggie Benson!
Even if nothing came of this, at least I was having a good time.
Look, like I said, my feelings were kind of unsettled. And I had no illusions-I was trying to conquer Maggie The Unconquerable. So, this might turn out to be just an elaborate game. Well, if that’s what it was, I was going to enjoy it. If it was more than that? Well, then, we’d see, wouldn’t we?
I’d felt very isolated since all those rumors had started. At least I had a human being to relate to, in some way-and a very cool one to boot.
Of course, I should’ve known-Maggie wasn’t the type to stay on the defensive for long. I was at lunch, just having sat down, and here she came-she dropped her tray in front of mine and plopped down on the chair opposite me. "OK, Braden-just what are you doing?"
"Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?"
"You know I did. But there’s something going on in that head of yours, I know there is."
"Who, me?" I said, all innocence. Then I leaned over closer to her so I could lower my voice. "I wasn’t kidding, you know. Your pussy is heavenly. I don’t think I can get enough of it." She blushed again! "Sugarlips." Oh, she really blushed at that one! "Maybe I should crawl under the table…"
"NO!" she blurted out. "I mean, not here!" She took a breath. "Look, Braden, I don’t like to be toyed with."
"How would you know? I don’t think you’ve ever let a guy toy with you in your life."
"I like to stay in control," she claimed.
"Yeah, I know. Because if you stay in control, you can keep emotions out of it." Her jaw dropped. "You can keep it on the Maggie-shares-her-pussy level, and not have to think any deeper about it."
"Don’t you dare judge me!" she hissed.
"I’m not. Not for a second. Who the hell am I to judge anyone? Nope, your lifestyle has worked for you. You do what you want, and you enjoy yourself. Good for you. I don’t see anything wrong with it."
"Then why are you doing this?" she said plaintively.
"Doing what?"
"Pushing my buttons."
"Because I’m trying to get inside your head."
"Why?"
"To see what’s there."