Play with it

Josh's knees ached against the hard floor, but he barely noticed. His entire world had narrowed to the space between Ariana's thighs—the soft pink folds, the dark curls, the glistening moisture that caught the lamplight like scattered diamonds.

He stared, mesmerized, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

"Make yourself at home," she had said.

He finally found his voice, though it came out as a croak. "What... what do you mean by that? 'Make yourself at home'?"

Ariana threw her head back and laughed—a full, rich, genuine laugh that echoed off the walls of the small room.

"Oh, you dummy," she said, still chuckling. She looked down at him with sparkling blue eyes, her smile wide and affectionate. "What do you think I mean?"

"I... I don't..."

She reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his face up so he had **** but to meet her gaze.

"Explore," she said simply. "Touch. Play with my kitty. Get to know it." She released his chin and waved her hand vaguely at her own spread-open lap. "You're eighteen years old, Josh. It's time you became a man."

His face flushed crimson. "Become a... a man?"

"Mhm." She leaned back in the swivel chair, crossing her arms behind her head, which pushed her breasts forward and made her look impossibly relaxed. "You've seen it now. That's step one. But seeing isn't the same as knowing, is it?"

He shook his head slowly.

"Right. So..." She nodded downward, toward herself. "Go on. You have my permission. My enthusiastic permission." She winked. "Touch it. Feel it. Learn what it's like."

His hand trembled as he raised it. He hovered just above her thigh, not quite touching.

"Don't be shy," she encouraged softly.

He let out a shaky breath and lowered his hand.

His fingers made contact with the soft skin of her inner thigh, just next to the edge of her bush. The skin was warm. Smooth. Slightly damp with a faint sheen of perspiration.

"There you go," Ariana murmured, watching him with half-lidded eyes. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He shook his head, his throat too tight for words.

His fingers moved on their own, sliding upward, through the curls. The hair was soft, coarser than the hair on her head but not scratchy. It yielded under his touch, parting around his fingers.

Ariana let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back against the chair.

His fingers reached the slick, wet folds beneath.

"Oh," he breathed, his eyes widening.

The skin there was different. Delicate. Slippery. Hotter than the rest of her, almost feverish. He could feel her heartbeat through it, a rapid, fluttering pulse.

"That's it," she said, her voice lower now, huskier. "Just like that. Explore. See what happens when you touch different places."

His index finger traced along the outer edge of her lip, and she twitched slightly, a small, involuntary movement.

"Sensitive there," she commented, as if she were describing a science experiment. "Very sensitive. Keep that in mind for later."

He wasn't sure what "later" meant, but he nodded anyway.

He touched her everywhere—the soft inner folds, the firmer nub that peeked out from its hood at the top, the slick opening that seemed to pulse and clench under his curious fingers. Each touch drew a different response from her. A sharp inhale. A soft sigh. The clench of her thighs around his hand.

"You're a natural," she said, her voice dreamy. "A quick study. Just like with the nursing."

He looked up at her, his fingers still buried in her wetness.

"You're... you're not making fun of me?"

"Making fun?" She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her expression surprisingly tender. "No, Josh. I'm not making fun. I'm proud of you."

"Proud?"

"Mhm." She reached down and stroked his hair, her touch gentle. "You were scared. Embarrassed. But you're still here. Still trying. Still learning." She smiled. "That's what being a man is, little brother. Not knowing everything. Just being brave enough to learn."

He felt something warm bloom in his chest—something that had nothing to do with the milk in his stomach.

"Now," she said, her smile turning playful again. "Why don't you try something a little more advanced?"