The Other Harmon (Benny Watts TQG)

Part 21: You Ready?

I was scared. that I couldn't deny

My heart raced. My legs shaking, My stomach full of butterflies, my skin felt on edge, My mind racing, what would I feel like? would it feel good? would it hurt? would I finish? would he? what position would we do? what kind of person is he in bed? what sort of thing does he like? what does he want me to do? Do I have to move? Am I meant to fake it if I don't finish? how the hell do I make him feel good? am I meant to make noise? is he? my eyes unable to stop looking at benny watts. 

The man who had been such a part of my life, from the first game of chess I ever plaid, my first period, my first win, my first trip alone, My first kiss, My first orgasm. My fantasy, My friend, my obsession. He sat over me his legs either side of my hips as he emptied things from his pocket. 

His wallet, His keys, some paperwork. putting it all on the table behind the headboard leaning over me to do so. he stretched a moment his arms high above his head stretching his skinny torso even more than before. settling his hands on my stomach. His hands felt soft and smooth however his fingers callused from playing chess so much, his arms small and slender veins running up his arms his upper arms slightly more muscular formed into strong shapes at least, his legs around me his jeans still tight to his every curve and bump, the crotch keeping a rather shapely bulge there softly, His chest skinny and boney, the lower bones of his ribcage obvious the higher ones more so when he inhaled, his shoulders strong and shapely leading to his slender neck. some part of me was desperate to kiss it for some reason like I wanted to bite him like a vampire. His law tight where he was clearly thinking the tickle of hair on his chin and above his lips shaped and fixed slightly. His lips in his teeth as he watched me intently, those orbs of golden melted chocolate watched me so closely his hair slightly falling in his left eye. 

"Are you sure?" He asks and I nodded gently smiling at him to reassure him "Okay..." He nods his hands moving from my stomach to his belt his fingers toying with the metal buckle until it undid slowly releasing loop by loop his leather belt. until it was completely in his hand, he moved forward wrapping it around his bedpost, he moved his hands back unbuttoning his black jeans slowly pulling them apart. "Can I?" He asks turning his head to the side his fingers running up the shirt

 I nodded slightly "yes Benny" He nodded his hand moving up to softly grope my right breast it spilling from his hand in the shirt, his tender and careful squeezing seeming to relax him more with each squeeze "Uhhh" I gasped

"what are you doing?" he asks

"I uhhh... I don't know" I blushed 

"Y/n, I don't know what you've been told about sex. But Please... don't fake it with me" 

"I wasn't-"

"Y/n, No girl has ever groaned when getting her tit felt up. there is literally nothing in this area for girls to feel nice"

"Then why are you doing it?"

"Because... I like how they feel" He blushed "They feel... soft, and squishy, like really, really sexual marshmallows" he explained "it makes boys feel good honeydew" 

"Ohhh I see" I nodded 

"I mean there isn't anything to make me feel good in this area either. But you still like looking don't you?" He smirked moving my hands to his shoulders letting my hands slip down his chest and I Nodded "You like touching don't you?" he asks and I nod "See the same thing" 

"Would You want to see?" I asked moving a hand back to slowly slip the shirt open a little more 

"Yes..." he answered moving his hands to the shirt and slowly undid the few buttons I had done up and pulling the shirt apart and away from me so there was nothing at all left to conceal me from his eyes. He licked across his bottom lip the bulge in his jeans seeming to grow as he looked at me he gently tugged it off me completely throwing it to the floor "Well this is hardly fair is it?" He smiled moving away from me a little I grabbed the bottom sheet in shock as he tugged his jeans away kicking them off his legs and down the bed leaving him completely exposed to me to I barely blinked looking at him, his skinniness continued his hips as boney as his chest, the medical books from school and my imagination both in shock having to fill the gaps of each other from the sight before me, something about it scared me, and yet something else made me curious like I wanted to touch it like I wanted to run my hand down and test the waters as it where. his base had a spelling of hair not too unlike his top lip,  but less unruly, the shaft I guess, slender with prominent veins I had no idea if it was big or small due to it being the first I ever saw that wasn't a medical drawing but it seemed to be about the length from my wrist or the curve of the joint of my thumb till the tip of my index finger, speaking of the tip it was a different colour to the rest of him seeming desperate almost. I looked curiously but also confused and I think he cold read that in my face "You okay Y/n?" he asks 

"How does that fit in your pants?" I asked curiously

"Uhh I don't completely know I just kinda put them on and hope for the best at this point" he explained "It's not always like this,"

"How so?"

"When I wanna have sex it gets bigger, the rest of the time it's not so big"

"Oohh that make sense. I was wondering how the hell you hid that in your jeans all the time"

"So? You ready?" 

"I think so..."