A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

[kckolbe]

If she were disgusted or creeped out, she would have let him know immediately. The moment she started thinking about it, he knew she would relent. He waited for her to give in, to say she wanted him to cum. She didn't. Instead, Eric found himself waiting anxiously as she scooted forward. Even as he felt her fingers unfastening his pants he wasn't sure what to expect. When she looked back up at him this time, his eyes weren't challenging. They were curious, unsure. He was surprised at how deftly she moved despite her obvious inebriation.

Then he stopped. Had she just wanted to know if he was hard?

It wasn't until she wrapped her hand around it that he believed it. This time when she looked back up, he smiled down at her. He set the beer down on the coffee table next to her and moved his hands under her armpits, easily lifting her up, though certainly doing so slowly. "Sit up on your knees," he said. Once situated, he cradled her head in his hand, her pulled-back hair under his fingertips. For a moment, he just looked at her.

"This wasn't easy, but you pushed through it like you always do. I'm not going to let you make me cum this time, though. You're going to have to earn it. You're going to learn how to strip for me, dance for me, talk dirty to me. It's gonna be a lot of work. But when you do make me cum, you'll know you're ready. That's when you'll start making money, when people will line up to pay for this." At his last words, he reached his free hand down, and lightly gripped her sex, her bush between his fingers, her slit under his fingertips.

He was still looking her in the eyes. "I want you to know that I'm proud of you."

 

[darkest_fate]

Just a little more and she could start jerking, actually get him to fucking cum. The goal had eclipsed the reality in Charlie's beer-fogged mind. That goal seemed oh so doable, quite literally right within her grasp. It was only as her uncle slid his arms about her and picked her up, demonstrating their clear difference in size if not strength, that Charlie realized that perhaps she wasn't as close as she thought.

"The fuh--?" she managed, still clearly dazed. Fingers played with her hair, and she found herself looking up at him, frowning slightly. More anger flashed in her eyes for a few seconds: the fuck was he doing? She had to earn his cum? That sounded fucking insane is what it sounded. But he said it with such utter conviction, and sort of in the same tone of voice he said when he told her he'd be mastering a particularly tricky shot.

A hand teased Charlie, and she let out a soft, almost inaudible gasp as she felt his fingers ruffling her near fur. Her face drifted through emotions: anger, surprise, arousal, to finally land on confusion, looking into his eyes again. He was... proud of her? "So... does that mean you're going to make me cum now?" Charlie asked, a little wry amusement creeping back into her words. "I'm really fucking confused," though she was at least sobering up a little, due in no small part to having put aside the bottles for the past few moments.

 

[kckolbe]

Eric was more than casually interested in learning that she wasn't too drunk to be sensitive to touch, or to react accordingly. He caressed her hair with his thumb, still looking in her eyes, as she tried to process what was happening. He chuckled softly, slowly starting to move his finger gently along her entrance. He leaned in slightly, still looking her in the eyes. "Have you been wanting me to do that every time I've been proud of you?"

He nodded in understanding when she admitted to being confused. "I wouldn't feel too bad for that. I'm not nearly as drunk as you are and I've been confused as hell for half the time we've been talking. You are a pain in the ass sometimes. But you seem committed to doing this. And if you are so set on doing this that you'll start stroking my cock without being asked, then I figured I should do something to show you that I was committed to, that no matter how weird all this shit gets that I'm still gonna be there for you and trying to help. Tomorrow we'll start working, and I'll have to be an ass to you and push you as hard as I can, but for now I did just want you to know that I am proud of you and I do love you."

 

[darkest_fate]

Guys did not, as a general rule, finger Charlie Denvers. They usually didn't have to: by the time they got to a point where they'd been seeing her naked she was generally raring to go. Charlie's physicality and natural passion translated into a fairly high sex drive, and she was known to want to fuck her feelings (as were most people; they just didn't have feelings like Charlie). So while she had a fairly decent sex life for a teenager, she still hadn't really experienced what her uncle was only half doing to her now.

He kept talking, and most of it was just flying right over Charlie's head. She got bits and pieces about being a pain in the ass (the usual) and cock stroking (less usual) and something about this being weird (truth), and she was still about as lost when Eric finished talking as she'd been when he started. There was something about being an ass and stuff, which still didn't sound good, but she finally just snorted.

"Yeah, whatever," she pushed herself off the table, wobbling a bit. If he wasn't going to take care of her, then she was going to need to go take care of herself. Charlie had used her uncle's showerhead before, and she'd have no qualms about going in and doing it again (though part of her did wonder why her uncle even had a detachable shower head; given the way this conversation had been going, she was starting to wonder). Charlie started that way now, figuring she could always use the excuse of a shower if nothing else.