[ Yeah, he wasn't about to let her do all the work or anything. His throat just suddenly feels very dry as soon as she moves in front of him, and it's a little difficult to focus through the sound of his own heart beating. Seriously, this is awful. Not her. She's fine, her touch is nice enough, her lips are soft, just--
Does LIES really think forcing people like this is going to make them like sex?
He takes a breath, tells himself that he doesn't need to overthink it, which immediately makes him do exactly that. Touch her where? Definitely above the belt, for now, but, uh, how? Okay. Okay.
After a couple of moments that were way more awkward than they needed to be, he puts his hands on her back, and slowly strokes upwards, towards her shoulders. ]
[ Okay, great. This is progress. She hums her approval, lips following down the side of his jaw. It's all peach fuzz, but Cal is still growing. Kate's sure that once he finds his confidence, he'll be a lady killer. Or, a man killer.
The arms around his neck fall down to his waist when she scoots closer, body flush against his chest. He's strong—stronger than she expected. He is solid under her hands as they roam over him, catching in the fabric of his camper uniform. She doesn't feel so bad now letting her weight sit fully in his lap; he can handle it. ]
Doing good? [ Her warm breath puffs over Cal's neck. Kate can feel his pulse jumping against her lips. ]
[ As soon as she presses herself right up against him, and her weight settles on his lap, there's-- something else. He's still stiff, but he suddenly becomes very aware of the shape of her against him, and the heat flooding his face, and how his skin pricks at the warmth of her breath.
He swallows, and starts running his hands back down, fingertips brushing over her spine. ]
[ It draws a shiver from Kate when his hands reach the small of her back. It's a nice thrill that drives her forward, clutching Cal a little tighter, thighs pressing in at his sides for some leverage. She rolls her hips into him, slowly at first, searching for the right touch, the right friction between her legs. ]
Cal. You're gonna have to touch me a little more...
[ He said he trusts her, and she hopes that's true, because he's going to have to help her out here. Taking hold of his wrists, Kate guides him up her waist to her breasts. Her hands, resting on top of his, gently squeeze to show him just what she wants. ]
[ Oh-- Her thighs clutching startles him, even more so when she follows it up with rocking against him like that. It's not entirely bad. Mostly not bad, actually, but he's not sure what to do with the heat that's starting to pool in his abdomen, rather than just his face.
The fact that she decides to direct him with her hands is very welcome, because he feels like he has no idea what to do. Not like he wants this to be miserable or anything. He takes a deep breath, and nods. ]
Okay.
[ Okay.
Her breasts are very soft, which he supposes makes sense. Not like he's ever thought much about what breasts might feel like it. He kind of marvels at it as he carefully squeezes his fingers, then tries stroking up a little, and back down. ]
[ She keeps her hands on top there to force him to be bolder, to cup her breasts together, squeeze a little harder until the fabric of her uniform catches on her hardening nipples. ]
Just like that... [ Kate focuses on the tingles of pleasure that travel through her body from those hands, like bubbles popping on the surface of champagne. And she's confident he's got it, heer own drop away from Cal and snake back around his neck. Gradually her eyes close to help her chase the sensation, her hips bucking faster on his lap. ]
[ As much as it feels a little strange, he's happy to have something to focus on. He'll just have to trust her to let him know if he ends up hurting her, as he starts firmly massaging her breasts.
It doesn't take all that long for him to wonder if that really is enough. So after a moment, he turns his head enough to press his lips to her temple. Maybe he's also trying to comfort himself, or her, trying to reassure that, really, he's fine. ]
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Does LIES really think forcing people like this is going to make them like sex?
He takes a breath, tells himself that he doesn't need to overthink it, which immediately makes him do exactly that. Touch her where? Definitely above the belt, for now, but, uh, how? Okay. Okay.
After a couple of moments that were way more awkward than they needed to be, he puts his hands on her back, and slowly strokes upwards, towards her shoulders. ]
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The arms around his neck fall down to his waist when she scoots closer, body flush against his chest. He's strong—stronger than she expected. He is solid under her hands as they roam over him, catching in the fabric of his camper uniform. She doesn't feel so bad now letting her weight sit fully in his lap; he can handle it. ]
Doing good? [ Her warm breath puffs over Cal's neck. Kate can feel his pulse jumping against her lips. ]
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He swallows, and starts running his hands back down, fingertips brushing over her spine. ]
Yeah.
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Cal. You're gonna have to touch me a little more...
[ He said he trusts her, and she hopes that's true, because he's going to have to help her out here. Taking hold of his wrists, Kate guides him up her waist to her breasts. Her hands, resting on top of his, gently squeeze to show him just what she wants. ]
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The fact that she decides to direct him with her hands is very welcome, because he feels like he has no idea what to do. Not like he wants this to be miserable or anything. He takes a deep breath, and nods. ]
Okay.
[ Okay.
Her breasts are very soft, which he supposes makes sense. Not like he's ever thought much about what breasts might feel like it. He kind of marvels at it as he carefully squeezes his fingers, then tries stroking up a little, and back down. ]
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Just like that... [ Kate focuses on the tingles of pleasure that travel through her body from those hands, like bubbles popping on the surface of champagne. And she's confident he's got it, heer own drop away from Cal and snake back around his neck. Gradually her eyes close to help her chase the sensation, her hips bucking faster on his lap. ]
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It doesn't take all that long for him to wonder if that really is enough. So after a moment, he turns his head enough to press his lips to her temple. Maybe he's also trying to comfort himself, or her, trying to reassure that, really, he's fine. ]