This caused a bit of a cascade of events. First, Mary shivered visibly, and I saw her squeeze her thighs together and wiggle in her seat. In turn, seeing the effect I had on her made me moan, low, long, and much louder than I anticipated. I don’t know if she thought I might be climaxing or if the face I made was just too interesting to pass up, because she immediately switched from appreciation to analysis. Her drawing hand went wild, capturing whatever it was that she thought was so essential about that moment. Given my state of distraction, I think it’s understandable that I took a moment to notice her change of phase, but as soon as I did it was like a bolt of lightning hit me right between the legs. Uh, good lightning. Sexy lightning.
Retelling this is a lot more distracting than I thought it would be.
The point is that it felt really good. Mentally and emotionally I was basically at the edge of my climax, ready to absolutely burst. I pushed myself harder, giving my clit a little pinch before slipping two fingers into myself. I had to let go of my nipple and half-roll onto my stomach, extending my lower leg to make room for my hand where it needed to go. In hindsight, my choice of position was inefficient at best. At least freeing my other hand let me slide it down to roughly flick my clit. As a side note, at home this position lent itself nicely to shoving my face into the pillow and having a loud orgasm.
Which brings me to the problem. It all felt good. Great, even. I just wasn’t getting there. It felt like there was a hard limit on my physical pleasure, a barrier I couldn’t push past but beyond which was the release of orgasm. Stage fright. I spent the last of my willpower to tear my gaze away from Mary and shove my face into the fabric of my dress, biting down on a convenient fold of cloth near my lips. I closed my eyes and just focused on the pleasure, trying to call to mind one of my common go-to fantasies.
But all I could think about was Mary. Watching me. Watching.
I could practically scream with frustration, but I just groaned. My hands stopped moving and I slumped down onto my belly, officially surrendering. Mary’s pencil continued for a few long moments before I heard her get up. I felt her kneel next to my head, then her hand slid through my hair. It was nice, but I was frustrated and embarrassed and extremely horny so when I turned my head to breathe I turned away from her. It felt too much like failing her.
“Couldn’t get there, huh?” Her voice was soft and kind. She kept brushing my hair out with her fingers, removing the post-masturbation tangles. “It’s alright, Yur. I don’t need to see you cum, you know. You gave me more than enough to work with.”
I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying something self-deprecating.
“You did wonderfully, Yuri. Really, that was more than I dared hope for.” I felt the familiar tingle at her words, and I let her help me roll onto my back, although I still refused to look at her. “Are you- Should I, uh- Do you want to go home, sweetheart?”
The growing fear in her voice was like an icicle in my gut. I forced myself to look up at her. I still couldn’t meet her eyes, but I managed to whisper, “I’m- uh, I think I’m okay. Just frustrated. Embarrassed. Um, not in the kinda good way.”
She chuckled, and her smile was just delightful. “Well, I’m glad that it was at least ‘kinda good’.” She paused, and I could tell she was feeling out of her depth. “Can I, um, help? I don’t want this to end on a bad note.”
“Hold me.” I nuzzled into her hand. “Just… this. Touching me.”
She obliged me happily, adjusting to sit cross-legged before pulling my head onto her lap. “Do you like it when I play with your hair?” I made a happy little sound. “Good, because I like it too much to stop.”
We both giggled, and her free hand settled on my shoulder before slowly drifting to the top of my chest. She seemed pleased when I didn’t object, but didn’t stray any further. We stayed like that for a few minutes, my eyes drifting shut as my body came down from the unsatisfied high.
Eventually, Mary stopped petting me and leaned down to give me a (relatively) chaste kiss on the lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth for her and was left gaping and confused when she pulled away. I opened my eyes, and she giggled at my confused reaction. “I thought we were calming you down, Yur, but now you want me to french you some more? You sure about that?”
“Um… no?”
“Not very confident, are ya?” She splayed her fingers across my upper chest, “But I guess that’s fine. I can make the hard decisions for you while your brain’s all gooey.”
I nodded, turning to press my face into her chest and muttering something.
“What was that? You gotta speak clearly, hun.”
I covered the hand on her chest with one of my own and slid it lower. “I think… I want you to kiss me again.” Her hand was on the center of my sternum now, her fingers across one breast. “And… maybe…”
When it became clear that I couldn’t bring myself to finish the thought, Mary gave me a break by lifting me up enough to kiss her. I was leaning my body against hers now, and after a short kiss where she slipped her tongue into my mouth just enough to make me want more I tucked my head into the crook of her shoulder to whimper pitifully.
“…more.” I nuzzled her neck and planted a few small kisses there before carefully sucking on a patch of skin. She didn’t stop me, so I sucked a little harder to leave a small mark. By the time I was finished, I was panting. “I want… more. Please. Please.”
She’d clearly been thinking about something, because when she gently pulled my head from her shoulder to look at me she was brimming with determination. “You’re not done. You’re thinking that if I help you you might be able to cum.”
It took me a moment to process her words past the desire to kiss her, but eventually I managed to nod.
“If you want me to touch you like that, you need to say it. I won’t touch you anywhere or in any way you don’t explicitly ask me to. Can you do that, Yuri? Can you beg me to give you what you want?”
I shuddered under the intensity of her gaze, a tiny mewl the only sound to escape my lips for many long moments. Then, I reached up and clasped the hand on my chest, gripping it hard. She squeeze back, and it was just enough reassurance to find my voice. “You first. Tell me you want to.”
“Want to? Want to touch you?” She huffed, like I’d just asked her what color the sky is. “Yuri, I’ve wanted this since high school. I fantasized about you so much, when the teacher said ‘nude’ and ‘volunteer’ in the same sentence I said your name without even thinking.
“Yuri, tonight you’ve already made more of my fantasies into reality than I thought was possible. One more won’t make or break the evening when it’s already been the best night of my life. But if you want me to touch you, to help you get over that peak and satisfy a fantasy you didn’t know you had, then of course I want to. I want to give back a little of what you’ve given me. Will you let me do that for you? Will you let me make you cum?”