Love Bites

Lily looked back down at her lap and squirmed, trying to find a position that didn’t cause more problems. Lily heard thumping on the stairs and waiting for Cory to appear at the door. She didn’t have to wait long.

He came through the door and slid to a stop, seeing Lily on the bed with his magazines in her lap and his drawer open.

“Close the door Cory,” she said.

He reached back without looking, hand flapping for the door until he found it, and pushed it closed.

“So,” Lily said, “would you like to explain these?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. She patted the bed next to her and in his head said, Sit. Because she spoke in his mind, he couldn’t miss the words, nor the tone.

He walked over silently and sat down. She flipped though a couple of pages silently while he watched, wondering what was going through her mind. Finally, she said, “So, do these turn you on?”

He knew it would be stupid to deny it, they were his, so he nodded.

“You can look at these and do… well, what you do, but you have a problem with real flesh and blood. Why is that?”

He shrugged, not sure how to explain. She could see that even though he was worried, he was also aroused. Probably because his girlfriend was sitting on his bed with his dirty magazines on her lap, going through them while sitting next to him. She let go of the pages and ran her fingers up his leg until she reached the bulge at his thigh, not being able to do more because of her cast.

Cory flinched at this. Lily dipped her fingers into her pocket, pulling out what Kayla had given her, holding it up. “Care to use this right now?” She asked. “Kayla said she would keep your mom occupied for us.”

Cory looked at the object in her fingers and realized it was a condom. He looked back at her, and she smiled.

“Hey, these turn me on too. You wouldn’t believe how wet I am right now,” she said, trying to adjust herself again. She plopped the magazines down in his lap, stood up and turned around in front of him. Popping the snap on her jeans, she unzipped them and pulled them down her thighs, saying, “See?”

Cory, who had been staring at her face, couldn’t help but to look down. Lily was wearing cute, light blue panties with white lace along the top. Cory was naïve but not oblivious to the darker blue spot at the bottom center.

“See?” she asked again.

Cory nodded mesmerized. “So, to repeat myself, would you care to use this?” Lily asked, holding the condom up in front of his face.

Once again, his mouth opened but nothing came out. It closed, then opened again. “I… I want to, I really do… but… I-I can’t,” he managed.

“Are you sure?” she asked, using one of the fingers of her casted hand to hook the top of her waistband and pulled it down slightly – just enough to reveal the top of a two-inch strip of close-cropped black hair.

Cory’s mouth hung open, moving like a fish out of water. Lily sighed, knowing his answer, and let go of the waistband, letting it snap back into place. “If we aren’t going to have sex, will you at least take care of me?” she asked with mock irritation.

Cory turned red. “It’s not that difficult, I promise. One finger, not a lot of work… it’ll be quick, I can guarantee you that,” she said, teasing now.

He groaned and clutched the magazines in his lap. Lily’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. Did you just…” she said as she grabbed at the magazines in his lap. He struggled for a minute until she grabbed a finger and pulled it back, saying, “Let go, or else.”

He knew she wouldn’t break his finger, but he couldn’t sit there forever either, so he let go and she snatched them up. Lily looked down and saw exactly what she was expecting. “Oh my God. You have one hell of an imagination to be able to do that, but you are so totally unfair. And you won’t even take are of the problem. You will pay for this one my love. Dearly. In the meantime,” she said waddling over to the dresser, jeans around her thighs still, “you fix your problem and I’m going to use your bathroom. Maybe your imagination will allow you to do that again if you can figure out what I’m going to do with the door locked.”

She put the magazines back in the drawer, closed it, then pulled up her jeans, leaving them unsnapped. Tossing him the unused condom, she said, “Keep it handy. You’re going to need it,” and walked out of his room, closing the door behind her.

She kept her word too, walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Cory felt mortally embarrassed at what had happened. Well, at all of it really. He knew Lily didn’t know how much he really did want to have sex. Or even to do what she asked, to take care of her. But there was something that always stopped him. He wasn’t even sure what it was. It was like his brain short circuited when she did that. Everything worked, that was painfully obvious. One of these days, he prayed, he would get part whatever mental block he had. In the meantime, he had to change.

Walking out of his room, he passed by the closed door of the bathroom and paused. He thought about trying the door to see if it really was locked, but he quickly changed his mind when he heard a quiet moan come from inside.