Encourage her to stay

"Come on, Amy," Matt said. "You know Tanya is a bitch. She can't stand anyone else having something... even if she doesn't want it for herself. It's just the way she is."

"I... I just need to be alone."

Matt was intimately familiar with the situation. He'd been shot down and insulted thousands of times over his teen years and one thing he'd learned was that going home and sulking did absolutely nothing to make things better.

"Tell you what, Amy. Let me buy us a couple of Cokes and I'll tell you a story. If you still want to go home then, we can. Okay?"

She sniffled. "But I want to go."

"Okay. Let's go. But not home and not alone. We can park somewhere and talk."

"Fine."

She wasn't happy with him, that was apparent, and she didn't even talk as she drove south to get a look over the Pacific.

"Finally she pulled into an ocean overlook. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"About me and about bullies and about what doesn't work."

"I pretty much know all about bullies and what doesn't work."

He gave her a brief synopsis of his time at Aaron Burr, being the new kid, getting beat up for his lunch money, being invisible to girls, retreating into his books and his phone, staying away from home whenever he could because his parents were always fighting.

"Well," Amy said when he'd finished. "That was depressing."

"Well, it was. But when we moved here, I decided it would be different. I decided I would come out of my shell, be more like my sister and just face the world."

"And you got beat up by Jordan and Freddy and humiliated by Tanya. How is that any improvement?"

"Well, I have a girlfriend now, and I never had one before."

"A fake girlfriend. Which doesn't count."

"Doesn't it? It counts to me."

"But--"

He kissed her.

She froze for an instant, then kissed him back--kissing hard, almost desperately, hungrily, needing that human touch, that sense of being wanted, being valued.

Matt felt torn. On the one hand, he felt like he'd saved Amy, gave her that external validation she so desperately needed. On the other hand, he recognized that he was a teenage boy... self-involved and interested in women primarily for one reason... his own sexual satisfaction. With Amy depending on him so much, how could he keep from hurting her? Still, what else could he do?

He followed his sister's advice on boob-handling, going slow, approaching and then retreating to let the woman get familiar and comfortable with the man's touch, not squeezing and definitely not pinching the nipple early on in the process... and it worked. Amy practically purred as he caressed her. Damn, he needed to spend more time getting info from Karen on this whole girl-handling thing.

"I can... if you want me to, I guess I could suck your dick," Amy said.

Did he want his dick sucked? Of course he did. The real question, though, was whether he wanted his dick sucked when she was so obviously ****. He thought back to that afternoon and Amy's mixed feelings about their relationship. She was afraid, obviously, of being used. And one thing guys liked to use girls for was sucking their dicks.

"I think," he said, "that it's your turn for a little fun."

"What?"

"Back at Aaron Burr, guys played a game they called 'stinky finger.' Want to know how it went?"

"I think I can guess."

"Let's see."

He tugged up her skirt. Underneath, she wore a silky thong which was, he was glad to see, already soaking wet.

He moved the fabric to the side, exposing her lips, and ran his fingers over her smooth lips.

"I, uh, shaved it. I hope you like it. It seems like most of the girls in the pornos shave theirs. I left a landing strip, though."

"It's nice," he said. He followed Karen's advice again, taking it slow, starting with the outer lips, then moving to the inner, taking the time to occasionally kiss her or stroke her breasts, building up before he got to her clit.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. That feels so good, Matt."

"Lean back your seat," he whispered, his mouth an inch only from her ear so she could feel his hot breath as he spoke. "Relax and enjoy."

"God. It's... oh."

He wasn't a mind-reader, couldn't see the emotions running through her head but he watched her breathing and the heartbeat giving her sweet little breasts the faintest tremble. Using those as a guide, he gradually speeded his caressing, moving closer to her clit, then toying with the hood until she couldn't stand it any longer and screamed out his name.

"Oh, God, Matt. I've never... I'm cumming."

He continued his massage as her pussy muscles clenched down on his fingers. Her breath came in gasps as her whole body convulsed, then gradually subsided.

Finally, she sighed. "Oh, my. I didn't know it could be so... dramatic."

He needed his own release and a part of him wanted to push the moment. He could probably persuade her to do just about anything. But should he?