Chapter Forty-One: Innocent

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Ophelia:

When we finish dinner, we all thank my dad for taking us out and he strides over to the counter to pay the bill. As Luke and I slip out of the booth, I wind my fingers through his and he gives our clasped hands a tender squeeze, and I lean in close to him, feel his warm, strong body beside mine.

I suddenly wish we could be alone together again. I feel like my family gave him such a hard time tonight and I can tell he's feeling kinda awkward and embarrassed and I just... want to make him feel better. Hold him and cuddle with him and kiss him and... maybe other stuff too.

I hope that by tomorrow I'm not sore anymore because, it's spring break and he's not working and I... well. Want to practice some more so that we can get better at it. You know, sex?

Thinking about having sex with Luke makes me all warm and tingly.

Luke's parked a couple cars down from my parents. I kinda wish I could go home with him tonight again. Kiss him, touch him, spend the night wrapped tight in his loving arms...

I walk with him to his car to say good-bye while my family waits for me by Dad's SUV.

He stands in front of the driver's door and I rest my hands on his chest, crane my neck upwards while he arches down. Our noses nudge and slide together and our eyes meet just for a sec before our mouths find each other.

With one of my hands fisted around his t-shirt and the other curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, I press myself close to him and kiss him, slowly and sweetly. I was only planning on a quick peck but... he feels and smells so good. His fingers dig into my hips, our mouths are wet, faintly greasy from dinner. The tips of our tongues mash together and heat unfurls in my gut and warmth courses through me. Mm...

We break away and a strand of saliva glints, stuck between my mouth and his. I purse my pinkened lips so it falls away just as he gruffly murmurs, his eyes dark, hooded, sparkling, "See you tomorrow?"

I nod. "Mhm."

He plants his lips against my forehead quickly before letting me go and, flushed but buzzed, I float over to our car, preoccupied with the memory of Luke's body pressed against mine, the imprint of his mouth, his warm breath fanning my face.

I notice how my family looks at me funny when I slide into my seat. I try to suppress a silly smile. I know that they probably saw me kiss him like that, messy, with tongue, except right now I'm just too high to possibly care.

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That night, I lay tucked beneath the covers, freshly showered, sinking into the comfy softness of one of Luke's over-sized black t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Before I left today, I told him I was gonna steal one of his shirts. I chose a fresh one from his drawer, one that had his smell. When it loses that earthy, subtle scent I'll just give it back to him and pick a new one.

As I'm flipping the page of my book, there's a soft knock on my bedroom door.

Well, honestly, I was expecting Mom to come talk to me at some point after Luke and I... shoot, I'm blushing just thinking about it.

He was inside me three times, and each time was so... different. The first time was uncomfortable and strange and the second time started to feel kinda good, and, the third time, I was on top of him and I actually came and... it was just... woah.

When we were joined together like that, it was just so intense and powerful and... I felt him, all of him. Our bodies were touching nearly everywhere, and we were moving together and his sweat mixed with my sweat, and our hearts were pounding against each other... He was making these low, rough sounds, and his strong hands were roaming all over my skin, and his breaths were falling in humid puffs across my face, and, his muscles were straining and stretching... He just, filled me up so completely, like there was no room inside me for anything else, only him.

I squeeze my thighs together to stifle the sudden rush of sensation that bursts between them.

"Hey, sweetheart," Mom greets, pushing the door open and stepping in. I look up, biting my lip, my cheeks a little flushed.  She's wearing a long night-gown that's tied with a silky sash around her narrow waist. Her hair is down and she's not wearing any make-up and I randomly think that she looks really pretty.

"Hi, Mom." Ugh, my body just feels so hot and restless right now. Totally not the time, oh my gosh.

I scoot over away from the edge so she can come and sit beside me. Her sharp, searching eyes study my face on habit and I wonder, suddenly, if I look like... I've changed.

We're both quiet for a little while because, I know she's gonna ask me about how it went and if I'm good and if I have any questions and I kinda just like, don't really wanna talk about it. It's too special and private and personal for me to share with anyone except Luke.

"Are you feeling okay?" she finally asks, her mouth quirking into a small, gentle smile.

I nod. "Mhm." My book falls shut in my lap as I hug my arms around myself, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm great."

I think that might even surprise her, a little. "Good."

More awkward silence. I roll my eyes and quietly tell her, "We don't have to... talk about it, you know." I focus distractedly on the covers beside her rather than on her face. "I'm all good, I promise."

Aw, Mom. When I look at her she has this really soft, bitter-sweet look on her face, her mouth pursed a little, wobbly.

I guess, maybe she wanted to talk to me because, if I needed her advice or wanted her to comfort me then... I'd still be her little girl.

Her hand comes to rest on top of the blanket covering my thigh and she gives my leg a gentle squeeze. "So, no questions?" Her voice is quieter, a little weaker.

"Nope." I chew absently on the inside of my cheek for a moment before adding, "But thanks."

She gives me a watery, ambivalent smile before humming softly, reaching for me to pull me into a warm hug. "I'm happy if you're happy, pumpkin."

"I'm really happy, Mom."

Her eyes are a little wet when she pulls away. She laughs a little at herself, shaking her head wryly. "I had... all this advice I was planning on giving you, Ophelia, in case it hadn't gone... the way you'd hoped." A shrug. "But I guess you don't need any of my advice, huh?"

That makes me giggle, a little. "Maybe some other time?"

She gives me a dry, unimpressed look although her eyes sparkle playfully. "I'm always around if you have questions. Better safe than sorry, right?"

"I know."

She ruffles my hair and then stands up, giving me one of those wistful, half-worried, half-proud motherly looks of hers.

As she has her hand on the doorknob, she turns back to me and offers, "I figured you might not know... Well. You should try and... pee, after you... uh. Have sex, because, it'll help prevent getting a UTI."

I scrunch my face up sheepishly. "Uh. Grandma Erika already told me that."

She sighs, her lips rounding into a gentle pout. Maybe I should've just let her think she taught me something new.

"Night, Mom. Love you."

"Love you too, Ophelia." She murmurs something grumpily under her breath that I don't catch and I smother my laugh into the palm of my hand as the door clicks shut behind her.

I reach for my phone and open up my messages, click on Luke's name.

Is it normal to think about someone all the time? To always want to be around them and be with them? No matter what I'm doing, it feels like he's constantly at the back of my mind.

Luke... I can't stop thinking about it

He never takes long to respond to my messages. A bubble appears at the corner of my screen almost instantly.

Me neither baby
Are you still sore?

Just a little. It's not bad I promise
What time do your parents get home tmrow?

7sh I think
What time do you want to come over?

After lunch maybe? I'm gonna sleep in

Yeah, get lots of rest

Am I gonna need it?

Unless you just wanna come over and watch TV
We never finished our movie from the other day...

If you insist. No sex, just TV

Maybe just... a little sex?

Ok, maybe just a little
I wouldn't want to disappoint Hamlet

Lmao I should ask my mom to take me w you guys
Except Im sure Id just be cracking up the whole time

It's gonna be so funny
You should definitely come
Shakespeare actually has lots of dirty jokes

Psht, you don't even know what a dirty joke is Feelz

Stop it
You guys always think I'm so innocent

Bc you are, Ophelia
It's adorable, I swear

I'm not that innocent

You can't even swear properly, Feelz
Dw, it's just part of your charm

If I was so innocent, would I have...
You know

See? You can't even type it out
I bet you're blushing, too

I can say it, I just choose not to

Prove me wrong
Text me... three not-innocent things that you've done
No euphemisms

We had sex

Somehow it still sounds innocent when you say it

I touched your penis

🤦‍♂️That's not dirty, it's... scientific

That's what it's called! P-E-N-I-S

I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T

Fine
I sucked your dick, multiple times

There, that counts as 1/3

And, I let you... go down on me

1.5 but I'll round up to 2

butthead

case in point

*asshole

Doesn't count as an action but, good effort

Hmph 😑

You're at 66.6%, Ophelia

You're just being a perv

You're being evasive

I rode your face, when we tried a 69

Full marks. I'm impressed

You're so... ugh

Handsome? Sexy? Hot?

Full of yourself apparently

Actually, you were full of me

Luke!

;) I love you

I love you too
Most of the time

Also, you realize that at dinner
You told your entire family that you love my dick

Obviously I was talking about the play

So you DONT like my dick?

It has its advantages

Gee I'm flattered

It has a nice size and shape but...
Sometimes it gets too excited

Well I guess I deserve that

Aw, poor baby
Did I hurt your feelings?

Just wait, Feelz
Soon I'm gonna last so long that you'll
be begging for me to stop

I can't imagine

I'll remind you of this conversation

mhm. sure.

careful what you wish for, Feelz

And, maybe that should scare me, or worry me, but... Imaging Luke being rougher with me makes my body flood with heat and anticipation and curiosity.

There are just... so many positions and combinations and different things for us to try, I realize. I just want us to try everything together...

Okay, maybe not everything. I don't even know what everything is, but, it sounds intriguing.

You can say I told you so

Don't worry I will

mhm.
Luke?

Yeah?

I'm so tired

You should get some sleep

Good night ❤️

Night, see you

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A/N:

Poor Mel, lol. She wanted to give Ophelia some of her *expert* advice...

XOXO Ami

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