Topsy Turvy Kinda Love

by J Marie

  “Then do it,” she taunts me.

  I let my mouth envelope one taut nipple, running my tongue over it gently, caressing it. A moan escapes her as she arches her back, giving me better access. She’s enjoying what I’m doing, so I continue, only this time I reach up with my hand to tease and pinch her other nipple.

  Leaning over, I lick my way up the path between her breasts, eliciting tiny goosebumps to litter her body. Peppering kisses down each rib and over her stomach. Pressing one small kiss above and below her navel and then continue. I crest the top of her panty line and wait for approval.

  Finding her hips, I slip my fingers in the corners of her thong. “May I?”

  “Don’t ask, Brooks. Just do. If you do something wrong, I’ll tell you. Let your feelings and desires guide you because me telling you what not to do won’t be hot at all.”

  I nod once, slipping her panties down to expose a tiny strip of hair right above her mound.

  I wondered if she was bare down here, but the strip is sexy, so I won’t complain. It still blows my mind that she’s giving me such up close access to her. Giving me permission to do as I please, and my dick wags at the idea. The desire to taste between her legs has been on my mind since the first time I moved in. I’d been dreaming about it for weeks, and now the time is here. I have no idea what I’m doing. Bending as I slide her panties off, I lean back soaking up the paradise between her legs.

  Her feminine scent is sexy, and it only heightens how aroused I am, knowing that the glistening between her legs is because of my touch, my hands, my lips. Reaching up, I allow my fingers to slide over her folds, landing on the tiny bundle of nerves I’ve always heard other guys talk about.

  They always say to pay special attention to it. My forefinger and thumb work it over, and Mia whimpers below me. “Yes, Brooks. There.” I work it, circling it, and pinching it, enjoying every single pleasure noise thrumming from her mouth. My fingers slide back to her folds, and I allow myself to slip inside slightly. A groan falls from my lips at how soft and warm she feels wrapped around my fingers. Tighter than I thought she would be, although I had no idea what it was really like.

  Being inside her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, a different type of ecstasy. More mewling sounds come from her lips, and she continues arching into me. Asking for me. Giving as much as she takes. Lowering my lips to her body, I take one long swipe from her folds to mound. I pull back, licking my lips. “You’re sweet, Mia. So sweet.” The taste of her on my tongue is like the sweetest honey.

  My tongue breaches my lips, and a thrill zings along my spine as I watch her track the movement. She’s so fucking perfect. So willing.

  I start spelling out the alphabet over her clit, writing poetry with my mouth, and she scoots away, her hands pulling me away by the hair.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I was tonguing the alphabet against your… you know. I’ve read it feels good, so I wanted to try it.”

  “It’s not working for me, Brooks. Does it feel natural to do it that way?”

  “Not really.”

  “Okay, then you’re doing it wrong.” I feel my shoulders pull together in defeat, and I lose eye contact. She sighs, “Hey, look at me.”

  I look up again, and she winks. “You’re in training. You can only get better from here.”

  I admit defeat. “Tell me what to do.”

  “How about I show you?” She rises up against my face and starts grinding her hips. I let my tongue slowly swipe against her seam, time and time again. Moving up, I suck her clit into my mouth and nip it lightly, teasing her.

  She groans slightly, “Yes, good. That feels so much better.” I continue, forgoing the alphabet and just following her body language with each stroke, kiss, and breathe against her core.

  Another slow swipe of my tongue along her seam rips a scream from parted lips. I move up to circle her clit, tonguing her, pulling each moan and whimper from between her lips. A sweet song of pleasure, need, want. I let my eyes gaze her body, over her glorious breasts, and find her eyes closed, head back in the throes of pleasure. Mia’s eyes find me and I’m glued to her as I lick once, twice. She clamps down on my face, and I glide over a spot inside her rougher than the rest with my finger. I slide against it once, and then again. And again.

  “Brooks, YES!” She clenches against me again, and moisture starts to pour from within her. “I’m coming.” Liquid heat washes over my fingers, covering me in her juices, and I lean in to lick her. My dick bobs below me, caged between my stomach and the bed. I feel like I’m going to explode with the slightest touch.

  Her breath is heavy. She’s panting, and I know I’ve done something right. I didn’t even need much help to bring her this much pleasure. I look to her for signs of what she likes and doesn’t like.

  “Damn.” One word whispers from her lips, a shadow of a grin parting them.

  “Was it good?”

  “Good, Brooks? Good? Once you got rid of that alphabet nonsense, it was epic. Like…. I’ve never had a man’s mouth on me that made me want to climb you like a tree and let you fuck me so bad right here, right now.”

  My heart beats faster, just thinking about getting to put my dick where my fingers were just now. I’m going to volunteer as tribute. I will beg if I have to.

  “Not today, Brooks. We can’t do your bucket list all in one day… I would be dead afterward.”

  “I’m willing to try.”

  She chuckles, pointing to my erection. “I’m sure you are. Give me a minute. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

  I watch her fine ass slowly glide to the edge of the bed and stand up. Lord help me. All thoughts of right and wrong flee from my mind at the first sight of her without clothing on. Heaven be damned. If I’m going to hell, at least I’d enjoy some sweet cotton candy first. Then the devil himself could gladly pack up my ass and deliver me there. Spiritual morals be damned.

  “Switch me spots, Brooks. Lay down, dick up.”

  “Ma’am yes, ma’am.” I fake salute her because the truth is I’d do anything to get those red lips wrapped around me right now. I feel possessed by my need for her, and I can’t explain it. I need to get it through my brain that Mia will never belong to anyone, especially me, and she’s just doing me a favor teaching me how to pleasure someone. But if she’s really just teaching me how to pleasure, then why is she offering to suck my dick too?

  I crawl up the bed and flop down, dick up, as requested. My length stands large and proud, perpendicular to the rest of my body, waiting for her next move. She moves over me, breasts swaying, and I swear to God my dick reaches out to her of its own volition, silently begging her to move faster. A small soft hand reaches over and runs up and down my length.

  “Sweet mother of everything that’s holy in life, Mia. Your hand wrapped around me feels like heaven.” She smiles up at me briefly before leaning down to take me into her mouth. I won’t last long. The sight of her angelic cotton candy hair bobbing up and down on my length, combined with the warmth surrounding me, I’d be a saint to not hold back. The groans and moans as she licks, sucks, and nibbles on me are definitely not saint-like. Neither are the impure images pounding my brain and making me want to bury myself so deep in her that tears form in her eyes from the desire and need pouring through us.

  Where in the hell did that thought come from?

  A spark of electricity runs up my spine, and my balls tighten against me. I’m so close. Light spots flutter in my eyes, and a blinding explosion erupts through me. I feel my come shoot against her throat, and she swallows every last drop of it. I’m still shocked she swallows. I would think most girls would find that disgusting, but it’s sexy as hell.

  For the next couple of days, we move like zombies in the night, just coming or going from work. Crossing paths, but never really coming in contact. Topsy Turvy has been busy. Cornell is back in session after fall break. I can’t believe it’s October already, and the leaves have started to change.
The cold will soon be moving its way in for another long winter. I don’t mind the cold.

  My eyes fall to the door as I hear the lock click and watch as Mia slips in. “Fuck a duck, it’s cold out there.”

  I wrinkle an eyebrow. I’ve never heard that phrase before. “What does that mean? Why would you fuck a duck?” I ask.

  “It’s a phrase, Brooks. Kinda like shit on a stick or cold as balls?”

  “Oh, interesting. So, you don’t really mean fuck a duck? Because if everyone said that, then a lot of ducks would be getting fucked, and that’s just weird.”

  “Oh, boy. No ducks were harmed in the making of that phrase. Feel better?” she says shaking her head and laughing. She removes the scarf covering her neck and removes her jacket. “Someday, I’ll teach you my way with words, Brooks. Someday.”

  “I’m going to hold you to it.” As soon as I say it, the oven dings. It’s our first day off in two days. I know she’s off too because of the calendar she leaves on the fridge. So I decided to run to the store and grab food, making us chicken parm for dinner. The smell of mozzarella cheese and basil permeates the air as I walk into the kitchen to grab it.

  “Wait.” Peering into the kitchen behind me she inhales deeply. “Do I smell dinner?”

  “Yep, made some chicken parmesan.”

  “Where in the hell did you learn to cook?”

  “Living with Wyatt. He was always with Kaylen, so I taught myself to cook. Fast food gets expensive when you’re doing it every single day of the week, sometimes twice a day. Plus, I didn’t want to lose my boyish figure and all that.”

  She smiles and it lights up the room. “You get more interesting by the day, Brooksy.”

  We sit in silence as we eat. Her delight over the food makes me happy. I’ve never actually cooked for anyone before so it’s another first for me. It’s a small gesture, me simply providing for my girl. “Mmm…This is really good.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s my first time trying Chicken Parm.”

  “Another first… save some up for someone else too. Don’t give me all of them.” My response is a nod, but I’ll never agree to that. Truth be told, I’m already growing feelings for her whether I want to or not. I’ve been in lust with her since the first day at Topsy Turvy, but that’s my own secret, never to be shared with her.

  “Right, you’re just teaching me sex. Nothing more, nothing less.” Lying between my teeth makes me feel dirty, but it’s what she needs to hear in the moment.

  “Exactly, speaking of. We’re both off tonight. What do you want to do for the evening?”

  “Why don’t we get to know each other better and then maybe try sex?” I hate that my voice sounds hopeful, but I want to do this already. Have her naked and panting below me. I want to get to know her too. Isn’t that the advice Willie gave me? Get to know her, woo her, and don’t just go for the sex…

  “Sounds good to me. Let me digest this delicious meal first, though. It’s kinda like swimming after eating. You gotta wait thirty minutes, can’t just dive right in.” We finish our food, and I take our plates to the kitchen. As I’m washing them, Mia slips in and hangs out pouring us drinks. “Wine okay with you?”

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll take whatever—white or red.”

  She finishes pouring the second glass just as I sit the last plate in the drying rack. We make our way back to the living room, and I grab the remote and click through Netflix. Scrolling through the options and settling my feet on a pillow on her coffee table, I prepare to relax and chill for the next hour or so before my next sex lesson. Mia hands me a glass of wine and I take a gulp.

  “Easy, handsome. For someone who doesn’t drink a lot, you should probably take it slow.” I nod, taking note that wine can obviously provide a good buzz. I won’t tell her that I’ve never actually had wine other than the tiny glasses provided with communion at church, granted those were probably watered down.

  She plops down on the empty spot beside me on the couch. “So, what were you thinking?” she asks while grabbing a throw and snuggling beneath it. She holds it up to me as if she’s asking if I also want to be under it and I nod. Hell yes, I want to be snuggled under a blanket on the couch with her. But first.

  “Hey, let me start up a fire. You’re cold, and we can’t have that, now can we?”

  “You could just come over here and warm me up…” She winks at me, and I can’t help but grin back at her.

  “Oh, I plan to, Pixie.”

  Leaving the warmth of Mia and the throw, I make my way over to the fireplace. A couple weeks ago, I’d moved around the logs and gravel to dust them, preparing for the cold. Now all I have to do is hit a switch, and the fire lights up. It’s a gas fireplace, not a real one, but it still gives a great ambiance to the room. Still makes it feel cozy and romantic, even though that’s the complete opposite of what I should be going for with her. I walk back toward the couch, and she lifts the throw again, allowing me back into her bubble.

  “What do you want to watch tonight, Mia?” Assuming we’ll get into one of our favorite shows like normal.

  She taps a finger to her lips, and I watch the slow movement. She’s wavering. I can tell. “Well, I was thinking… Let’s do something more fun, like play twenty-one questions. It’s a great way to get to know each other. Plus, it lets you ask me any questions about sex before it actually happens.”

  “Okay… how do you play twenty-one questions?”

  “Well, I like to play by my own rules. Basically, I’ll ask you twenty-one questions, and you’ll ask me the same. We’ll trade off asking. Here’s the part I switch up. If you don’t feel like answering the question or don’t want to, you can choose to take a drink of your wine instead.”

  “Okay, sure.” She moves, her thigh brushing my own, and I press into her. She smiles at me, and something about that smile makes my heart pound faster.

  Mia’s bright blue eyes gleam. “I’ll ask first, so you can get the hang of it. What’s your favorite thing about this town?”

  I blink at her. Okay, that is not what I thought she would ask first. “Honestly, it’s just so different from where I grew up. There’s always something new to do or see.”

  Mia looks over at me. “Alright, it’s your turn. Ask me whatever.”

  “How about you? Why do you work in the bar? I look at the paintings spread throughout this place and they’re good. Why aren’t you doing that instead?”

  “Believe it or not, it’s hard to get a good job in the art business. You have to know someone to get anywhere. Now, I show off my paintings in some of the galleries around town, but I’d probably never be able to live off of it. They always say for those who don’t teach, but I couldn’t see myself ever teaching children anything. So, Topsy Turvy it was. I worked there in college, and when I was done with college, I guess I just kinda stayed.” I nod. It makes sense to me.

  “Okay, my turn. What’s so wrong with your family that you thought, picking up and moving to New York was the way to go?”

  I take another gulp of my wine, not wanting to answer this question. I don’t really want to go into the whole deal of it, but she’s looking at me like she expects an answer. Mia lifts a brow, still waiting for me to say something, but I don’t.

  “Where is your family?” I volley back at her.

  She gives me a glare and takes a long drink of her wine. “Touché.” I watch her throat as it bobs with a sexy swallow. She catches me staring and winks. “You keep looking at me like that handsome, then I’m not going to be able to resist jumping you and riding you like a stallion.” A chuckle erupts from somewhere inside me and I waggle my eyebrows like a fool.

  “A stallion, huh?”

  “Yep, rough, hard fucking that’s going to make you come so hard you won’t know what hit you…”

  I gulp, resisting the moan that’s trying to escape. “Damn.”

  “Okay, here’s a good one. Would you rather someone always tell the truth or protect your feelings?”

/>   She taps her chin with her finger. Pondering the question. “Depends, I guess. I find most people don’t tell the truth, so would my feelings really get protected?

  “You didn’t answer the question. You simply questioned my question.”

  “I guess if I had to pick, I’d go with always tell the truth and hope the person telling it was being honest.”

  “How about this one… If you could find out how you were going to die, would you want to know?”

  I cringe. “Geez, that’s morbid. I guess unless I get to die in my sleep, then I just want to be taken by surprise and hope it’s over quickly. I wouldn’t want to suffer.”

  Mia smiles. “I think I agree with you on that one. Quick and painless is definitely the way to go.” I watch as her cheeks get rosy and thoughts pound my brain. Is her skin as warm as her cheeks are rosy right now? Would she even let me touch her without it being part of my training?

  “Here’s an easy one… boxers or briefs?”

  “Boxers.” I don’t even have to think about that one. I can’t imagine wrapping my package in tight underwear. Boxers are constricting enough most days, but they also help cover up the raging boners Mia tends to give me too. “Okay, this is an essential question: tacos or pizza?”

  I chuckle. “Definitely tacos.”

  “Oh good, same.”

  A grin spreads wide across her face. “Your turn.”

  I pull the blanket over and hold it up to cover my current situation, which prompts my next question. “Oral sex or real sex?”

  “Depends on the guy, really. If he doesn’t know how to use his tongue, real sex. If he’s bad at sex regardless, I probably wouldn’t be with him anyhow.”

  My dick instantly shrinks. What if she thinks I’m bad? Will the sex lessons stop? Maybe we shouldn’t have sex tonight and continue just fooling around as she calls it.

  She volleys back at me. “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”

  “Nope. Told you before, no one in the compound interested me. If you wanted to date them, odds are you’d be signing up for getting married later on. You don’t just date without intention where I grew up.”