“That seems kind of funny,” Eileen mused, “given how you are…”
Henry cocked his head to the side as he lay on the bed in his room. Eileen was curled next to him, the magazine she’d been reading folded nearby, because this was going to be much more interesting. She was getting a chance to learn more about her slightly-more-than-a-friend friend, after all. And it was all thanks to that magazine - just a random life and style type she'd picked up out of the blue - which happened to have an article about personality and kinks.
“You're…well, you know - introverted, quiet. All that.” She continued.
Henry scratched his stubbled cheek carefully. A flush crept over his skin as he realized there was no easy way to back out of this one. But, he might as well try, anyway.
“Y-yeah,” he attempted to deflect, “People can be surprising…”
Eileen let out a small, clear laugh that made Henry’s heart leap by a hair. He loved hearing her laugh more than anything.
“You can be surprising,” she corrected with a smile, “I didn’t expect you to be an exhibitionist.”
The word added another layer of heat to Henry’s skin and he wanted to melt into the bed just a little bit more. All he’d mentioned was liking the idea of someone watching him when he…Well, when…Henry’s hair hung in front of his eyes as he sagged a little more into the comfortable depths. Eileen’s lips pulled into a smirk as she angled herself along Henry’s side. They’d gotten close after what had happened in South Ashfield and - with new apartments - and time between it all, they’d settled into an interesting friendship. Henry hadn’t any strong feelings for dating or deep romance - which was fine by Eileen - so they’d gotten comfortable with touching and kissing and…
Eileen’s soft chest pressed against Henry’s crossed arms as she draped herself over him. He was always warm which came in handy though her brows rose at the intense heat he gave off now. She chanced a glance downward and; as she guessed, there was something to work with here.
“Hey,” she started, “I didn’t mean anything bad by it, Henry.”
There was a little hum in reply as Henry’s arms flexed and he moved - causing the two to rearrange more comfortably. Eileen fit snug in his arm with his head resting atop hers.
“I didn’t think you did…” he replied quietly.
“I do think it could be fun, though. Really!”
The statement made Henry stiffen. He was so easy to throw off-guard and part of Eileen wanted to feel bad though she had to admit, there was an appeal to it. He was so sweet, after all. And she loved to see him come a little undone… The thought conjured old images in her head; from past encounters and experiments they had, which was enough to make her catch her lip between her teeth. It’d been a while since they’d fooled around last and she’d be lying if she wasn’t a bit more than curious.
“So…what would I do? Just sit there and stare?”
She knew her questions were dangerous - one wrong poke could have Henry running. However, his lips thinned and, for a moment, Eileen’s breath stilled. The ever thoughtful Henry took his time and when he finally spoke, it sounded so, so lovely.
“There’s more to it than that…”
Eileen pressed herself closer to Henry’s warmth, one hand flat against his chest, rubbing idly, slowly, back and forth. She held her thoughts and questions though coaxed Henry with rhythmic movement. Not having to make eye contact certainly helped, too.
“I-I guess,” he began, “I mean, well -”
Henry’s chest rose and fell with a quick sigh as he sorted his thoughts.
“When I think of it, it’s like… you’d be watching me touch myself and maybe…I dunno - touching yourself, too? Or you could say stuff. I guess like teasing? Maybe not quite like that? So, it’s more than just you watching - if that makes any sense? Oh, geez, did that even make sense?”
The last question was more for Henry himself as he dropped his head against a pillow with a soft thud. The words washed over Eileen as her hand traveled a bit lower down Henry’s front. The tease of touch brought a sound to his throat - stuck but there all the same. His arms were tense against Eileen in a way that made her want to straddle him. Pin him down, make him moan, see his face twist in pure ecstasy. She felt the tell-tale flush of arousal run through her core and she rubbed her legs together quickly before pushing up. Sitting up straight - face red and determined - her hands shot behind her back to undo her bra.
“Makes perfect sense.”
“Wha-”
“Wanna try? If it sucks, we can do something you like instead - sound good?”
Eileen wrestled with her shirt as she spoke - emerging completely topless as she finished with a smile. Her cheeks were dusted with a healthy flush which faded before reappearing near her shoulders and neck. The coloring, along with her freckles, directed Henry’s eyes to her chest. He swallowed carefully watching the subtle rise and fall of Eileen’s breasts as she breathed. He wanted to touch her - his hands could easily caress her soft skin, covering what had been hidden not moments ago.
“Okay…” he finally replied, “if you’re sure.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure, Henry.”
Eileen then leaned in - partly to kiss him, and partly as an excuse to lift her hips and slide off her shorts. The balancing act proved a little too difficult and she teetered forward - chest squashing into Henry without an ounce of grace. The pair exchanged a quick look - faces inches apart - before bursting into laughter. The awkwardness of the position was just fine, thankfully, as Eileen pushed herself against Henry more, pressing her lips against his stubble prickled neck. And with that, Eileen wriggled out of the last of her clothes and into nakedness.
“Now then,” she said, leaning back up, “where should I sit?”
Henry’s face grew hot with anticipation and his fingers fumbled the buttons of his shirt. His room wasn't the ideal set up and he certainly hadn't prepared for this either. His gaze drifted, thinking of the options, as his shirt slid from his shoulders.
"I guess there's the desk chair…"
He mused aloud when his undershirt was shed next. Eileen hummed in acknowledgement of his words as well as in appreciation of what she saw. Henry shifted, hips angling up, hands wrestling his belt and jeans before sliding them off in a fluid motion. Along the way, his underwear caught his erection which bobbed heavily from the rebound. Eileen swallowed a sound at the sight and waited.
"Sorry, I was just thinking more," Henry said, sitting up, "so there's my desk chair or just sitting on the bed, I guess?"
It was hard for Eileen to tear her eyes away from Henry's body. He was tall and one might have expected him to be lanky for it. However, he was surprisingly solid - chest and stomach not intensely toned but a hint of muscle under the surface if he flexed hard enough. The dark hair that covered his body only brought further attention to his cock; it's bright head slick with excitement.
"I'll take the chair." she finally decided.
Henry offered a nod as his eyes followed her movements. There was a sense of the mundane with it - he was just looking, after all - though knowing where things would go next made each step all the more exciting. Eileen grabbed the chair; its dark, high back partially obscuring her, before angling it closer to the bed. This way, she thought, there would be a good view for her, too. And it certainly was as she settled into the chair - legs crossed - to find Henry having settled himself.
His legs were spread casually, cock curved against his stomach and partly atop his thigh. His head turned to the side and his gaze was cast downward - hands at his sides with a loose grip on the sheets. Somewhere along the way, he’d grabbed lube, which sat innocently next to him.The flush on his cheeks traveled to his neck and, under his bangs, Eileen caught him looking at her. Her heart leapt to her throat at the sight of those light eyes looking her way before shying back to the floor. Her skin prickled with heat as she leaned back in the chair; eyes keeping their focus on Henry’s form. Words played at her lips though she held them in - simply waiting to see what would happen next.
Henry’s hand snaked its way to his cock which twitched in response to touch. His other hand held steady at his side and his head dropped to his chest now. The practiced touch of his own hand felt more electrifying than usual as he spread the slick excitement that’d gathered at his tip. He glanced up. Eileen sat stock-still, legs still crossed and gaze steady, though her hand had gone to her mouth - index finger rubbing her lips. Henry’s brows gathered as his hand slid down now; tingles of pleasure rippling through him as his lips parted. His free hand finally released the sheets to grab some lube. He managed to get the bottle open and apply just enough to help things along. The cool sensation caused a sigh to leave his lips.
“I was hoping you’d make a little more noise.”
Eileen’s low tone cut into Henry’s focus as he looked at her properly. A small smile played on her lips as she uncrossed her legs - a tantalizing flash - before crossing them once more. Her head cocked to the side and her fingers combed through her hair absentmindedly. Henry did his best to infer the hint and opened his legs a little more - noise bubbling in his throat as his hand freely ran up and down his hot length. His teeth caught his lower lip and his eyes narrowed; becoming misty with pleasure and heat. In front of him, Eileen shifted again; leaning a bit further down as her legs parted.
Henry’s eyes widened at the sight of her form. His gaze followed the curves of her body slowly - taking in every detail. The slender wave of her collarbones which drew attention to her breasts. Their softness was accentuated by her stiff nipples and Henry’s fingers tensed; picturing what they might feel like under his touch. Further down, he took in the beautiful swell of her stomach, which she’d often poke and prodded but didn’t seem to appreciate. Even further still, her dark pubic hair highlighted how her clit peeked out from her slick folds. Henry’s lips thinned at how much he wanted to taste her…
“Eileen…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re so beautiful.” Henry moaned.
Eileen’s face colored a few shades at his words, a small laugh escaping her lips, “Geez, Henry…I could say the same…”
The small counter brought a whine out of Henry. Eileen’s breath caught at the sound as she found her hand resting at her pubic mound - fingers swirling slowly atop her clit. Henry’s gaze was concentrated there; locked onto her movements as her first two fingers parted - sliding down over her labia. As she drew them back up, she couldn’t help but tease; pressing between her folds before parting them gently, showing off the wet mess Henry’d brought her to. Another sound like a whimper left Henry’s lips and his hips nearly bucked into his hand. She wanted to hear more; words leaving her lips before her thoughts could fully catch up. Hindsight might kick embarrassment her way later but, for now, she wanted Henry to come.
“Look at you; moving your hips like that,” she began, tone thick and low, “I love the way you’re looking at me now… like you can hardly keep your eyes off me.”
More sounds of pleasure rewarded Eileen’s ears as Henry’s thick cock glistened with lube and his own wetness. She knew he’d be close from past experience and from the way his chest was heaving and how his brow furrowed tightly.
“Henry,” she nearly whimpered, fingers dipping into her heat, “will you come for me?”
He offered a few quick nods; a quiet and fast string of “yes, yes, yes-” leaving his lips, his hips rolling in earnest. He did his best to keep her gaze; eyes misty and narrow with pleasure - the slick sounds filling the air as he let out breathless moans. Eileen’s hands put themselves to the task - fingers thrusting into herself to match Henry’s pace while the other hand gave attention to her stiff clit. The near ruthless pace was beginning to leave her breathless as well and part of her wished Henry wasn’t across the room. Her brows gathered together at thoughts of him inside her - how he would stretch her, warm her, hold her so tight. Eileen’s thighs trembled as she did her best to maintain her position though it was hard to resist melting altogether.
“Eileen, I’m-,” Henry managed, voice rough yet pleading.
“Let me see you - you’re so good for me, Henry.”
Nearly seconds after the words left her lips, Henry’s body tensed, come spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. His hips mustered a few lingering thrusts - short and strong - as he shuddered. The sight was enough to give Eileen her own satisfaction - muscles pulsing around her fingers as they lingered inside. Her legs closed slightly with the pleasure of it; swallowing a sweet moan when she noticed Henry’s eyes had still been on her. Then, a satisfied sigh burst from his chest as his head fell back onto the pillows.
The pair held their positions for a few moments - enjoying the pleasant feelings from their respective spots. Henry was the first to break the silence as he lifted his head.
“Was that alright?”
Eileen nodded - cheeks flushing with post-pleasure contentment, “Yeah…it was nice.”
A small smile made its home on Henry’s face before quickly changing to a little grimace as he shifted. The sticky mess on his skin and weakness in his legs should have been expected though somehow, he was a bit surprised.
“Oh-,” Eileen started, shifting in the chair, “Let me get a towel.”
Her legs were no better; muscles trembling as she stood carefully. Henry’s helpful nature kicked in as he shifted too, trying to figure out the best way to assist while avoiding making more of a mess. Eileen’s cheek puffed out as she held in a laugh; legs getting used to movement once more.
“S-sorry,” Henry said, “I might be useless here…”
Eileen held up a hand in a ‘say no more’ type gesture. She left for a few moments to gather a couple towels - some damp, some dry - before making her way back in. Henry was grateful for her thoughtfulness and was even more grateful to be cleaned up shortly after. Eileen, in the meanwhile, settled herself next to Henry on the bed, enjoying the heat from his body even if he was a little damp with sweat.
“So,” she started carefully, “maybe we can do that again sometime?”
Henry’s cheeks brightened, “Okay…sure…”
“You think I could have the bed next time, though? My legs did not like that position one bit.”
“Of course-!” Henry replied, shifting to face her, “Do you need anything? Are you really sore?”
Eileen put an arm around Henry - pulling him in closer. She enjoyed the soft pricks of body hair against her smooth skin and the feeling of being engulfed as he put his arm around her too. She wasn’t feeling that terribly - quite the opposite, in fact - though part of her couldn’t help but want a little pampering.
“How about we take a shower and you give me a little massage? That might help my woes...”
Henry caught her joking tone - knowing she’d be fine. She was Eileen, after all. She could do just about anything…
“I’d love to do that for you.” he replied; voice filled with warmth that sent a pleasant shiver down Eileen’s spine.
End.