“Pomf,” goes the bed, signaling Noelle has finally decided to come over and join you on the mattress. She lets out a giggle, amused at her own discretion. (She probably was a ninja in a previous life. That, or a steam train.) You feel your smile grow wider and wider in anticipation, and you shift around to give her a little more space to move around. She approaches you, playing with your hair, her breath caressing your neck’s skin, and she calls your name in a deep, sensual voice. And then she casually admits she has no idea what she’s doing, somehow managing to keep the same sexy tone for the whole statement.
You giggle, and reflexively turn your head to try and grab her lips, try and steal a kiss from her. The contact is brief, but enjoyable; you grin, satisfied for now. She doesn’t seem too annoyed by it either. You try and maintain “eye contact” - that is, you do your best to face the direction you think her face is in - and you try to think of some advice for her.
“The good thing about lesbians,” you start with a blush, “is our bodies are somewhat similar in terms of sensitivity. Do what you’d like done to you, in a way.”
Obviously the part where you’re handcuffed because you like the concept of being handcuffed (by Noelle, at least) makes the comparison kinda moot, but you prefer not to bring attention on that. You’re trying to help her, after all.
When Noelle doesn’t seem to react, you realize the vagueness of your instructions and add a few pointers. “Try caresses and tickles? Kinda like a treasure hunt, except you’re looking for my sensitive spots. The spots that will make me, uh… the spots that will make me moan?”
You blush again, smiling sheepishly. You don’t want her uncomfortable, you want her playful. Giving her a short-term, manageable objective seems like a good way to get her to relax and enjoy the situation. And, hopefully she’ll react positively to your attempt at being cute.
You suddenly get a flash of inspiration. “Actually, would you mind letting me wrap my arms around you? That way you’ll be sure my hands won’t get in the way of your quest.”
That, and you’ll be really close to her, forced to hug her by the handcuffs. You just hope your attempt at making her less tense won’t backfire and make her panic. “It seemed like a good idea at the time” is something you’d rather not have to state in the near future. Or ever, really.
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