Clara Puts On a Demonstration

The two stood there for a moment, neither of them daring to make a move. Clara could feel her lower self tingling with desire. The sight of Alex's naked body awoke something in her, she wanted to act on it, but felt frozen in the moment. Her body refused to work, refused to move. She could feel Alex's eyes on her naked body, and it made her flush red, yet at the same time, she didn't move to cover herself. That wasn't what a **** was supposed to do, was it? Whether she wanted him to look at her or not, it didn't matter in the least, so long as he wanted to, that was how it worked. Her throat felt dry as she contemplated the coming week. Would there be chains? And whips? And candles? Or...or were those too stereotypical? Was she just letting her imagination run ahead of her again?

Before she could wonder any further, Alex made up his mind about what was going to happen next. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes flicking over her naked body, than rising to meet her own gaze. She met his stare, awkward, but confident in herself. That seemed to reassure him, as he nodded to himself, and spoke a moment later.

"All right. So you got naked when I told you to. I'm impressed, Clara. I didn't think you'd take it this far."

She smiled. He was doing his best to come across as imposing, but she could tell that he was failing just a little. The tremble in his voice, the lack of confidence in his stance. Small things, but things she noticed right away due to their familiarity. But he was trying, and that made her content.

"I can go further too, master." She said with a sly grin of her own. "Just ask me to do something, and I will."

"I'm sure." Alex said, trying to play the role. "But what could I possibly ask you to do? There are so many things which I could have you do right now, you know." He turned away from her for a moment, walking slowly across the room. Clara frowned, missing the closeness of their bodies.

"I could ask you to get on your knees and pleasure me, couldn't I?" He said, as though only coming to that realisation himself. "And you'd do it, wouldn't you? Or...or...I could take you out to the balcony, and let everyone see you like this, and you wouldn't object at all."

Clara felt her heart speed up at that thought. The idea of being outside naked like this, the wind rushing through her hair, the eyes of anyone who happened to pass on her body. She shivered partially from terror, and partially from something else. She said nothing, watching Alex carefully, trying to measure what he actually meant.

"Maybe we'll do those things." Alex said slowly, turning back to her. "Maybe we will. But not yet. I want something more personal first. I think... I think I do, yes." He nodded, and slowly, Clara saw the veneer of confidence growing behind his eyes. The unsure boy faded, though not fully gone. "Clara, you said that you touched yourself thinking about me?"

She nodded slowly.

"When I first came up with the idea for this, I mulled it over for a long time. At first, I wasn't sure I wanted to... it was kind of a big step, you know? So I thought about it a lot, and I wondered what it would be like. And, um, considering the topic, it's not surprising that it got me a bit hot and bothered."

"I suppose not." Alex said. "Why don't you take a seat over there by that chair, and show me just how hot and bothered it made you?"

The words were like lightning applied directly to her spine. Instantly, she felt her mood shift, the desire which she had been holding back rushing to the fore. he wanted her to touch herself, to please herself while she watched. No boy had ever seen her do that before. She looked at him, seeing the set of his eyes, the strength of his body. A part of her ached in desire, and she nodded, knowing that due to her own rules, she could not deny him. She moved to the chair he had indicated, sinking into it as he took a seat on the sofa facing her. Slowly, she spread her legs, revealing her mound. His gaze felt like the burning heat of a searchlight as it fixed between her legs. Her pussy ached, desire shooting through her body. A desire she could see that he shared, considering his shaft was as hard as a rock.

"Have you ever seen a girl do this before, Alex?" She asked him, a hint of colour in her cheeks. "I mean, in person, not in porn."

"No." He said. "Why don't you talk me through it?"

"Pardon?"

"Talk me through it." He said again. "After all, it seems that we're going to be doing a lot of that sort of thing, I should probably know the best way, right? That's an order, Clara. Tell me how you like to masturbate."

Somehow, the fact that she had to tell him, to narrate her actions, made it different than just doing it. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagined that there was a camera on her, and that she was being blackmailed, or that someone was forcing her into it. That she had ****. She imagined that there were people crowding around her, watching her debase herself, telling her to tell them how she liked to touch her own body.

"Okay..." She said slowly. "I've never done this before with anyone else either, but I'll try. Um, I like to start with my breasts, you know? I like to rub them, and to play with them a little bit, sort of as a warm up. M-my nipples get pretty sensitive when I am aroused."

As she spoke, Clara demonstrated, cupping one of her breasts in one hand, her fingers splayed over the soft skin. Each touch was like a shock, the sensation multiplied by the knowledge that she was being watched. Alex's presence was a constant looming shadow in her mind, and the arousal it generated was stronger than she had expected. her nipples were hard in moments, her long, slow strokes more than enough to carry her to the next stage. Then, while one hand continued to play with her chest, the other slowly snaked its way down her body, moving towards her lower self. Part of her couldn't believe that she was doing this, part of her was enjoying every minute of it. She reached her mound, and started to slowly rub it as well.

"T-this is my pussy." She said, blushing at the words. "The lips are called labia, I...I like to rub them a bit, slowly applying more pressure. Then, when I'm ready, I start to slip my fingers between them."

She demonstrated, rubbing her lower self gently but firmly, using a circular motion until she felt herself start to respond. Then, just as she had predicted, she started to slip her fingers into herself; her pussy was drenched by now, and the entrance was easy enough, but even so, the feeling of her digits entering was enough to make her issue a low, throaty moan. Her other hand worked more quickly at her breasts now, twisting her nipple slightly, the friction sending sparks of lust shooting through her body. Alex's gaze only helped to intensify this feeling. She groaned again, imagining that she was being filmed perhaps, the video to be uploaded to the internet unless she did as she was told. That got her, and she could feel her arousal spiking even as her fingers worked more quickly at her entrance.

"Y-you can see..." She managed, trying to **** her voice to work properly. "T-that I like to start slowly, and then speed up as I go on... this is....ah!...this is kind of embarrassing, Alex, I didn't think I'd ned up used as an anatomy lesson, you know!"

"Keep going." Alex said. "I think you're being really sexy right now."

She groaned and squirmed, feeling the tempo of her own fingers. Her legs started to feel numb, but she kept them spread regardless, and she could feel her toes curling as her climax built and built. Her strokes became more ****, more frantic as need took over her hands. She impaled herself with her fingers, entering herself first slowly, and then more quickly as raw desire built and built. All the while, she could feel Alex watching her, as she had always wanted him to do. That more than anything else was what helped her to build her orgasm, she could feel his eyes on her, his presence at her side. She threw her head back, her eyes half closed, her body twitching as her nerves seemed to catch fire. She couldn't speak, but only issue a series of moans as she continued to fuck herself with her own fingers while her best friend watched with a raging erection. After another minute or two, she felt the climax hit her. She threw her head back as far as she could, felt the heat sweeping through her body. Her lower self exploded with pleasure, and she moaned, her toes curled, and her fingers balled, and the world seemed fuzzy and indistinct until it had passed, and she lay with her back on the chair, breathing deeply as she tried to collect herself.

"And that..." She managed after a moment. "That was a climax..."

"That was amazing, Clara." Alex said. "I know you said, but part of me didn't think you would actually do it. Now I know how serious you are. This is... this is amazing..."

"Y-yeah..." She panted. "Just give me a moment to catch my breath, for some reason, that was more intense than normal." She mock glared at him, making the reason clear enough.