The things one learned when blossoming into adulthood was something Charles remembered fondly. His first kiss, first cuddle, and first bed all happened before he was twenty and though it was a messy endeavour that was not that great, he did remember it fondly. It was special.
And as she spoke about the things other than kissing she could learn, Charles found his thoughts moving toward the unsavoury and not-quite-innocent sort of pattern. It seemed her own thoughts were too, evidenced by the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks.
He smiled a little, placing his hand on her leg once again, brushing against her skin with his thumb. It wasn't anything untoward; he just felt the need to ensure they were touching and in close proximity to one another. If nothing more than to reiterate that they were close and they were one another's.
"Oh?" He questioned, "And what exactly is it you'll ho- you're hoping to learn from me beyond kissing?"
Were they back to this game?
Charles hoped so.
He enjoyed it last time - though hopefully she quit first. He couldn't lose again.
And as she spoke about the things other than kissing she could learn, Charles found his thoughts moving toward the unsavoury and not-quite-innocent sort of pattern. It seemed her own thoughts were too, evidenced by the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks.
He smiled a little, placing his hand on her leg once again, brushing against her skin with his thumb. It wasn't anything untoward; he just felt the need to ensure they were touching and in close proximity to one another. If nothing more than to reiterate that they were close and they were one another's.
"Oh?" He questioned, "And what exactly is it you'll ho- you're hoping to learn from me beyond kissing?"
Were they back to this game?
Charles hoped so.
He enjoyed it last time - though hopefully she quit first. He couldn't lose again.