If you had to be entirely honest with yourself, youâd have to admit how completely and utterly lost you are right now.
Not that she can see that, of course : if only for that, youâre truly thankful for the blindfold. Youâve never been one to be nervous, and yet youâre reasonably sure you might just die of a heart attack before this is all over ; not that you particularly want it to be over. You just want to do things right, after all. This is a first for you, in every sense of the term, and you realize youâre not quite sure about her. Maybe you should have asked.
Actually, you should definitely have asked. Is it too late for that ?
Of course, youâve done your homework about this whole thing, as youâd rather come prepared. But you were never cut out for studying, and it shows ; a normal person would probably remember at least one sentence from all that reading material. Which you, of course, canât. Though you suspect nervousness is no stranger to that.
You spend quite some time staring, letting your eyes wander over sweet curves and soft skin and that adorable, adorable smile and - god, sheâs so cute it should be made illegal. Not that it would be a problem for you, really. Youâve always been a bit of a rulebreaker.
You finally grow some metaphorical balls and end up transferring yourself to the bed as discreetly as you possibly can : that is, with a louder âpomf" than youâd like and a quiet giggle. She shifts slightly with your obvious arrival, as her smile widens. And you smile back reflexively, before remembering she canât see that either. Blindfolded and tied up. Right. That means itâs up to you to, fuck, you donât even know. Do stuff. Good stuff.
You take a deep breath and hover on top of her, propping yourself up with one arm and gently playing with her hair with the other, while you take the deepest, sexiest voice you can manage.
âLizâ, you whisper in her ear, so close you can even feel her warmth against you, âLiz, I have no idea what the hell Iâm doing.â
âPomf,â 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 neckâs skin, and she calls your name in a deep, sensual voice. And then she casually admits she has no idea what sheâs 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 doesnât seem too annoyed by it either. You try and maintain âeye contactâ - 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. âThe good thing about lesbians,â you start with a blush, âis our bodies are somewhat similar in terms of sensitivity. Do what youâd like done to you, in a way.â Obviously the part where youâre 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. Youâre trying to help her, after all. When Noelle doesnât seem to react, you realize the vagueness of your instructions and add a few pointers. âTry caresses and tickles? Kinda like a treasure hunt, except youâre looking for my sensitive spots. The spots that will make me, uh⌠the spots that will make me moan?â You blush again, smiling sheepishly. You donât 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 sheâll react positively to your attempt at being cute. You suddenly get a flash of inspiration. âActually, would you mind letting me wrap my arms around you? That way youâll be sure my hands wonât get in the way of your quest.â That, and youâll be really close to her, forced to hug her by the handcuffs. You just hope your attempt at making her less tense wonât backfire and make her panic. âIt seemed like a good idea at the timeâ is something youâd rather not have to state in the near future. Or ever, really.
Maybe I should have let her top, you think for a second. But then again, you're not quite certain topping with a blindfold and handcuffs would work very well - even you, with your incredible inexperience of such things, can tell. So perhaps the current arrangement is fine after all, except for the tiny little detail that you're just making it all up as you go. Kinda like with exams, but more fun and more naked. With your just-as-naked girlfriend. Best exams ever, for sure.
You freeze in place as she tries to give you instructions - although you refrain from reminding her that your bodies' sensitivity is, in fact, not as alike as she makes it sound, considering you'd have a hard time telling what's going on below your waist. You'll still try your best, of course : you always do, except when math is involved, which it very much isn't right now, thank god. She's so cute you wouldn't even manage to solve 2 + 2 if you had to.
You grin and happily wriggle between her arms as she asks you to, with the very nice side effect of getting very, very close to her. Close enough, in fact, to bury your face in her chest, which you do without thinking. Of course, you could go up higher than that, but for now, this is a nice stop. Boobs are a gift from heaven, you're pretty sure. Or something. And these are some really nice boobs. Not that you've seen lots of other boobs that close.
You hum softly. "You don't mind ?", you ask, just to be certain. Can't be careful enough, after all, even if this is going better than you anticipated at first. Maybe you're secretly a born sex goddess waiting for her chance to shine, or something.
Yeah, right.Â
"Soooo", you repeat playfully, "treasure hunt, yeah ? Actually, I've never taken part in one of those..."
You prop yourself back up and absentmindedly start tracing circles with a finger around the first thing you can reach - in this case, a nipple - before finishing.
"...mind teaching me ?"
