Chapter Eight: Practice

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Melanie:

Hm.

Ophelia went to the mall with some of her friends today, a couple days after I overheard her talking with Celine about... the topless kissing.

And even though she was being awfully surreptitious about it, I got a glimpse of a small, gaudy pink-and-black La Senza bag, and tried not to dwell too hard on the reasons my sixteen year-old would be purchasing lingerie.

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Luke:

"Fuck, Fee..."

I groan, bury my head in the soft slope of her neck, try and get control of my racing heart.

Ophelia's perky, naked breasts press flush against my bare chest, her legs parted as she sits on my lap, a little maroon-coloured skirt riding up high on her creamy thighs.

She always wears tights and leggings and stockings with her dresses. I know it's winter, but I can't help but imagine how smooth the skin of her bare legs would be beneath my palms.

Things worked much better this time. So far I haven't embarrassed myself, but that's because I've been focusing extra hard on not getting too carried away. Which is really fricking difficult, the way she whimpers my name and arches into me when I suck those pert, pink nipples of hers into my mouth, when she grasps at my hair, curves her hips against mine.

I never knew it was possible to feel so much. I mean, there's how soft her skin is, the smoothness of it, and then there's her clean, sweet smell, and the subtle earthy taste of her. And the heat that comes from her, and the sounds she makes, and her hands touching me, sliding across my skin, and now the way she's squirming her lower half, getting dangerously close to rubbing her core right against my boner and...

"Oh... Luke..."

Fuck... A couple last swipes of my thumbs over the tips of her breasts and she's letting out a breathless, helpless cry, squeezing her thighs together, her head falling back and her spine bowing and shit the space between her legs feels so hot and her eyes are pressed tightly shut and she goes rigid and grips onto me tight and then slackens and... fuck.

I think she just... came.

"Ah..." She lets out a soft, breathy moan, shivering a little, then leans forward and nestles her head in the crook of my neck, winds her arms lazily around my shoulders, collapses against me. After a few silent, heavy moments of her catching her breath she sighs, "Oh my God, Luke... What... just happened?"

I give her a squeeze, dazed and hot and ridiculously, irrationally pleased with myself. "I think you just had an orgasm, baby."

She inhales a sharp breath. "I've never... oh my gosh. That was... holy guacamole."

She's never... "You've... never had one before? Never... you know..." Frick, why did I decide to think about this right now? "Touched yourself or something?"

She blushes, shakes her head.

Damn. I guess I just gave her her first orgasm.

"Oh my God, Luke," she breathes, pressing her lips to my neck, nudging the tip of her nose against my earlobe. "Wow."

I can't help but chuckle at how... shocked she is. "Feels good, right?"

She hugs me really tight and nuzzles my shoulder affectionately and my heart gets all warm and stuttery. "So... so good, Luke." I wrap my arms around her, hold her close. I'm really happy I made her feel good.

I'm also really, really fricking hard right now.

"Feelz," I mumble against the top of her head, "We might need to, uh... stop or something because..."

She holds my face in her small hands and gives me a happy, wet kiss. "Okay. But, uh..."

"What?"

She leans her forehead against mine and looks down to our laps, flushes and bites her lip and asks, "Will you... will it... just... go away? I mean, your... you know."

It takes me a second to realize what she's talking about. "Oh. Yeah, uh... I just need a couple minutes to... calm down?"

She looks like she's trying to fight back a wide, silly smile. I guess that's what orgasms do to you. She's kinda... glowing.

"I'm gonna... go use the bathroom," she says, her voice a little raspy as she straightens out her hair, climbs off my lap. She reaches for her bra, crosses her arms kinda shyly over her chest as she gets dressed again, and I can't take my eyes off her.

She's... magical.

I don't really have the mental capacity to consider whether or not us... uh... giving each other orgasms is a little too... much? You know, because she's still sixteen and our parents think we should take it easy, which I can understand I guess.

I just know that it feels really fricking good, and that I don't want to have to stop what we're doing anytime soon.

Especially when she gets that look on her face, like the one she just got a couple minutes ago, where her eyes fluttered shut and her entire body got all loose but tight but wobbly but... damn.

I can't wait to make her come again.

Fee leaves the room and I sit there and try and think of boring, uninspiring, gross things in the hope that my boner will deflate.

It's a Monday afternoon. Since Feelz doesn't start school until Wednesday, she's been enjoying her spare time and we get to hang out more when I get back from work.

As I'm stepping out of my room, in a more, you know, presentable state, Dad comes walking down the hall that leads to the living room. He looks at me, studies me, raises a knowing eyebrow, and then his face breaks out into a crooked, mischievous smirk. "Any better this time?"

My parents have no shame.

I can't help the lopsided grin that tugs at the edge of my mouth as I sift my fingers through my hair and don't meet his eyes. "Yeah. Uh. Definitely."

The bathroom, across the corridor from my room, opens and Ophelia steps out, and she looks at me and I look at her and Dad looks at her too and frick I can only imagine what he's thinking.

She's still pretty... flushed.

"Oh, hey Uncle D."

"Hey, love. Are you two behaving yourselves?"

She blushes and her cheeks turn really pink and Dad chuckles, shaking his head and rolling his eyes and walking past us.

"Ophelia, honey, do you want to stay for dinner tonight?" Mum offers as Fee and I walk into the kitchen for some water.

Ophelia gives her a bright, grateful smile and replies, "Thanks for offering, Aunt Vicky. Uh, Mom's cooking my favourite pasta so I should probably be there for that. Another time, though?"

"You know you're always welcome, sweetheart."

"Thanks. I should probably get going."

I walk her to the front door that's kinda connected to the kitchen and she puts on her coat and grabs her bag. I tug her against my side and she plants a kiss to my cheek and says, "Bye. Love you."

I give her a small squeeze. "Love you too. See you."

My dad starts choking on something. I look to the island where he's standing next to the stove, next to Mum, a glass of water in his hand and his eyebrows so high they're practically hitting the ceiling.

"Are you okay, Uncle Dylan?"

He coughs a couple times, nods his head. "Alright, sweetheart."

"See you."

"See you, hon," Mum returns. She also looks a little... surprised.

As soon as the door closes after Ophelia, there's a strange silence that hangs over us.

My parents are acting weird. I mean. Weirder than usual.

"Uh... you guys okay?"

They share a heavy look with each other and I try to figure out what happened to make them so—

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

Damn, I was wondering about that.

"So..." Mum begins, casually stirring a pot of something while she glances at me from the corner of her eyes.

Frick, this is gonna be awkward.

Why do people make such a... big deal about this kinda thing?

"When did... you and Ophelia... start with the... 'I love you's?"

I scratch the back of my neck, not really looking at her. "A couple days ago. Why are you guys being so weird about it?"

My dad looks a little... taken aback. "Just surprised, is all, son. Uh... It's just that... It's a rather serious thing, you know? Admitting that, in a relationship. It... usually... er. Indicates a... certain kind of commitment, yeah?"

Mum nods in agreement. "Once you start talking about... love, Luke, things can be a bit... messier. Because then your heart is involved, and it's easier to get hurt, and it's also easier for the other person to get hurt."

"You guys don't need to be so... morose about it. Damn."

That makes Dad laugh. He shakes his head, gives me a reassuring smile. "I think your mum and I are just... not so used to the idea of people falling in love so young. Bloody hell, Luke. I never knew I loved a woman until I met this one. And I was... much older than you, son."

Do I really have to talk about feelings with my parents?

"Uh... cool story, Dad."

Mum rolls her eyes, whacks me playfully with a dish towel as I pass behind her. "I think it's very cute. You two are very cute. But you just have to be more... careful now, okay, babe? And I don't just mean like safe sex."

"I'm... leaving now."

"I'm serious!"

"Got it."

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Later, on the group chat:

Dylan: So. Did you know that Luke and Ophelia are... 'in love'?

Melanie: Excuse me?

Vicky: It's actually quite adorable. They're saying 'I love you' to each other now.

Gavin: You're kidding, right?

Dylan: I nearly had a heart attack

Melanie: Did you... say anything?

Vicky: Told him that 'love' is a serious commitment. He didn't seem too concerned.

Gavin: Is it bad if I say I'm not surprised? She's been in love with the kid since they were in diapers

Dylan: They're so young. They can't even know what love is

Melanie: Exactly, thank you, Dylan. Am I the only one worried about them getting... so serious so fast?

Vicky: It's been a long time in the making, hasn't it? Honestly, I don't see what we can do about it. Let them live and learn, right?

Melanie: I suppose. I just don't want either of them to get hurt.

Also, do you guys make them keep the door open when they're in Luke's bedroom?

Dylan: Somehow I think you already know the answer to that one, doll

Melanie: They're growing up too fast

Gavin: I need a drink. You guys wanna swing by later?

Vicky: Sure, we'll bring the wine.

Melanie: Red?

Vicky: we think alike

Dylan: 8 PM?

Gavin: That works, see you

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A/N:

Ah... young love. Do you believe it's possible for teens to be seriously and properly in love?

*sobs* Fee's... *sob* first orgasm. I'm a proud mother. Good job, Luke.

For everyone who went back to school today, how was it?

XOXO Ami

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