Oliver and Fernanda (Part 3).

Even when we finally stopped making out, Fern stayed on my lap, hugging me close and resting her chin on my shoulder. She breathed deeply, taking it all in until she finally spoke after a big sigh.

“Oh my God…”

“What? Am I that good a kisser?” I teased.

“That’s not what I… I mean, yeah, that too, holy shit!” She pulled away slightly as she laughed. She really has a gorgeous smile. “That felt… Just wow. I don’t have words for it, except… sorry I hit your teeth.”

“You kissed the pain away, so it’s fine,” I told her, grinning back.

Fern giggled more, her body shaking on top of me from pure excitement and giddiness. “Was I too bad?”

“Worst 20 minutes of my life. No idea how I lasted that long.”

Instead of getting mad that I kept teasing her, Fern’s grin only widened. “Oh my God! This is so weird!”

“You feel it, then?”

She nodded. “I’m not so dense that I can’t tell you’re being sarcastic, but to feel it so clearly…” She hugged me close again with her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

“You okay?” I asked her, rubbing her back.

“I can hardly remember a time I’ve been better. Just… Give me a moment for it to really sink in.”

I kept quiet and hugged her back, gently caressing her back all the while. Right now, Fern was experiencing in the flesh what it’s like to understand my feelings and emotions. The fondness and attraction I feel towards her, and… likely what I felt towards the other girls as well. Now that we were quiet, it was hard not to think about them. I wanted things to go well between Fern and I, but also between Fern and the others. I wanted them to get along, hopefully be good friends, and the possibility of the opposite happening terrified me now more than ever. With Fern currently in my arms, it was painful to even think of letting her go.

“A lot of things make a lot more sense now,” she said. “I understand why you’d have a hard time choosing.”

“I’m just a bit of a selfish asshole,” I admitted.

She giggled. “Just a bit.”

“You sure are getting comfortable quickly with me, huh?” I said, faking offense at that.

“Am I going too far?” she asked seriously.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. It’s fun.”

I could still feel a tinge of concern from her. She really was growing more relaxed around me, but she worried her playfulness and teasing could come off as mean and insulting. I think it’s a fair thing to worry about, and we’d both have to learn where our limits were.

Fern swallowed and hugged me harder, keeping her head next to mine so I wouldn’t see her face. “I… I want to do more now. That was way too stimulating.”

“Should we?” I asked.

She giggled. “I can tell you want to, too.”

I chuckled and nodded. “But maybe it’s for the best that we stop here. I don’t want you to regret anything, so it’s better if we don’t make decisions in the heat of the moment.”

“I don’t think I’d regret it… But my brain really is melting right now, so I don’t think I can trust it.”

“You still want those pictures and videos?” I asked her.

She didn’t answer immediately. She stayed quiet for a long moment before she nodded against me. “Yeah. I think I’ll see them in a whole new light now, though. But seriously, if it’s too much…”

I pulled away and looked at her face with a small, wry smile. “It’s not only fine with me. I’m… a little ashamed to say it would be a turn on for me. Sorry.”

Fern looked me in the eyes and blinked before she started giggling again. “I’m actually not surprised. I should’ve expected it.”

She’s really grown more relaxed, but there was still a bit of nervousness when talking about sex. It was the sort of nervousness that comes with the shame of inexperience, when you believe that you have little right to talk about this stuff because you’ve never done it. Alice, Noelle and I used to be like that, and according to Grace and Sarah, so was Mila. I suppose it’s normal.

“Fern?”

“Hm?”

“Really, take your time. Months if necessary. I want… I need you to be comfortable with this. It won’t feel right if we **** it.”

She nodded. “I know, and I will. Only… I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait months. Even weeks would be pushing it.”

“If you feel it clouding your judgement, just rub one out,” I told her.

“I have a feeling I’ll be doing that a lot these days.”

“...”

“...”

We both burst out laughing.

“I hate this! You’re a bad influence!” she said.

“Me? You’ve clearly been holding this stuff in for way longer!”

“You’re saying I’m a pervert?”

“Yes.”

“Well, so are you!”

“Yes.”

She snickered and pushed my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

After we both calmed down, Fern finally got off my lap and we both stood up. We dusted ourselves off and looked at each other.

“Do you want me to take you home?” I offered.

Fern shook her head. “I’m going to stop by some hobby stores. I need to buy some pencils and some ink. Thanks, though.”

“I see. Then… see you soon. Or when you feel ready, I guess.”

“Soon,” she confirmed.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing how to part. I wasn’t going to let us end things, though, so I leaned in and pecked her in the lips. Fern smiled, waved and walked away with a spring on her step.

Me? I grabbed my phone and texted the girls. They needed an update.

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