It wasn't as cheery as Newt suspected. That gave him a sigh. The walls were actually dark, practically black, midnight blue precisely. There was a doll house too that he supposed she neglected now. But he could see in the corner there was a barbie head, and its eyes had been marked out in ink.
Just what sort of voodoo was she in to? It was all a little puzzling. Perhaps he didn't know her at all.
"Well," She looked at him. "Take it off." She had about as much tact as a Nazi doctor.
"Now?" What was he going to to? How could he put this off? He was much too pale to expose him self. Especially in this horrid bedroom light, good for reading but not much else.
"We have to get on with it. Its not like we have all night." Her hands were on her hips, and she looked more hastey than he imagined.
"What about you?"
"Of course." She rolled her eyes and started to unbutton her blouse. He stared. This was really going to happen.? Wasn't it?
"Go on. I want to see it." She prompted.
"We could do this Victorian style. Wouldn't that be more appropriate?" He really didn't want to expose the scars on his back, or anything else of his neglected childhood baggage.
"You're joking aren't you?" She huffed.
"So you want everyone to know what a scared little twat you are?" She made his ears burn then.
"Lights off first. It might be more fun that way. You know, to find me."
"Oh, to find it, you mean?" She pressed her finger toward the crouch of his pants.
"Something like that, " he shivered.
"You have done this before?" She turned her head to the side as if she was ready to embark on a science experiment. She shut off the bedroom light, yet the lamp from her desk remained on.
"Shall I?" He moved toward the lamp. He wavered a bit realising it was hard already. The other part of himself who evidently was completely enamored with the idea of her wanting him. Now.
"No," She walked toward him, smiled and reached in. "You know, we could have very well have done this while sitting at the cinema, ages ago."
He hadn't thought of that. How was he suppose to know? He gulped down the fear that she might really want to hurt him as she had a handle on, evidently the situation at hand. He staggered over to the edge of the desk and leaned there while she did her investigating. Slowly he felt as if he was becoming her puppet as her fingers played along the shaft of his penis.
"Its bigger than I expected." She seemed pleased. He sighed feeling the sensation of wanting more than just a touch. Laleh really had a way of encouraging the ego, as well.
"And you, what are you waiting for?" He felt as if he was begging at this point.
"All right, " she moved away from him then and undressed. Just as he expected, she was in black undies. She took that off too. He couldn't take his eyes off her. For a moment he thought he was seeing something, the Liv Tyler's Arwen from Lord of the Rings.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" She asked with a pout as he got closer.
"Of course." He nodded, but didn't know what to do exactly first. She took his finger before he could touch her, and smiled.
"Are you sure you're ready?" She stared into his eyes and put his index finger in her mouth and slowly sucked it. He breathed in deeply as she tugged the other part of him with her other hand. She then guided his finger exactly to the place she needed him the most, between her legs and slowly Frenched his mouth into a pleasant groove that felt almost like a dance, but not quiet.
They stayed in this position for sometime. First he wanted it to all go so fast, but then, he understood her rhythm. He didn't move from her. He could sense in her breath if she liked where his finger swirled. He kept his eyes closed. It was better to let go of what only his eyes could see and thrive on his senses. Her senses. She was some sort of untamed beast, after all.