Perfect Collision

by Lina Andersson

  “About?”

  “Well, she said you had to taste the dish you serve. That it tasted differently depending on things. I thought it sounded kind of gross, but I did it, and it was totally gross. Then she said it was still different, you know,” she looked up at him, and he had no fucking idea what she was talking about. Was she gonna cook? Not that he minded, but it seemed like a weird thing to ask Trixie about. “Well, different when you were… more wet.”

  That’s when it hit him. He stared at her, and then he started laughing.

  “Taste the dish you serve, she said that?”

  “Yeah.” She was bright red.

  “And you tasted?”

  She didn’t answer, just turned an even brighter red. He took the pizza slice from her hand, put it on the table, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down before lying on top of her.

  “That’s very hot, Katze. You might not have liked it, but I kinda like thinking about you doing it.”

  “That’s not what I wanted to talk about. It was more to explain she tells me stuff you might not know.”

  Actually, he knew that, but it was probably better if he didn’t mention it. He definitely knew the part about it being better when the girl was pretty damn wet. He’d given head more than a few times, but instead of saying anything about it, he kissed her.

  “Was there something you wanted to ask me now?”

  “Kind of. Just…” She took a deep breath. “This, getting me ready to get ready, is it gonna include me touching you? I’ve sort of been thinking about that, a lot, so… I’d like to try.”

  ‘Oh, fuck,’ was all he could think along with, ‘shit fuck and yeah.’ He was already rock hard, and he kept staring at her, because he wasn’t sure if he was still breathing. When it was clear to him that he wasn’t, he took a deep breath. Vi looked away and seemed to be trying to sink further into the couch.

  “It’s okay. I guess it would be… not as good as you’re used to.”

  “Oh my god, no!” he finally managed to squeeze out. “No, that’s not why I got quiet, babe. I was trying to get blood to my brain. You’d like that? I didn’t want to ask you. I thought it was easier if you got used to me touching you first.” Then he remembered what she’d said. “You’ve been thinking about it—touching me?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “When?”

  He was teasing her to make her understand the thought turned him on—like hell. His girl thinking about touching him while she was touching herself – because he was sure that’s when she’d done it – that was insanely hot. When her eyes flew up to meet his, she noticed his gleam and smiled. She was still blushing, but she was smiling.

  “You know.”

  “No.” He ran his hands along her sides. “Tell me.”

  “While I… you know, rubbed a little.”

  “Baby, you have no idea how much I like to hear that.” He leaned back from her to be able to see her better. “So you wanna do that?” She nodded, looking really eager. “Now?”

  This would be the biggest test ever. He was already so hard it was unbelievable, and he didn’t wanna blow a load in her hand. Not the first time. He also didn’t want to push her in any way. Which meant he would have to sit still and just let her do whatever she wanted and not come—he had no fucking idea how he’d manage, but he was going to try. He sat up, pulling her with him and then had her straddling him, sitting almost all the way out on his knees.

  She looked at him, down his chest and ended up eyeing the highly visible bulge where his dick was doing its very best to bust out of his jeans. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes.

  “Can I do what I want?”

  He swallowed a groan and wondered how he was supposed to do this without his head exploding, but he didn’t say anything, only nodded.

  It was so Vi. She was shy and easily embarrassed, but at the same time she was extremely curious about all this, and so very eager to try. He liked it, but it also worried him. He didn’t want her to push herself too fast, and if she kept doing things like this he wasn’t sure how to hold back enough to notice when he stepped over her boundaries.

  She took hold of the hem of his t-shirt and started taking it off. He leaned forward, holding up his arms to help her. Then he leaned back again with his arms along the backrest of the couch, and he grabbed ahold of it. She was looking at him, didn’t fucking take her eyes of his chest, and carefully reached out to stroke his ink. When her hand went further down, he closed his eyes. He felt her shifting on his knees, but wasn’t even close to prepared for her next move.

  When her lips hit his chest, and her tongue licked his nipple, he couldn’t hold back—he groaned and grabbed an even firmer hold of the backrest. Dryly, he noted to himself that it was quite possible he’d claw his couch to pieces before she was done.

  With his eyes closed and head tilted back, he felt her licking and scratching all over his chest. She nibbled and licked her way up his neck, his jawline, and then her mouth was on his. He caught it and kissed back to keep her from exploring his body for a few minutes, and let him calm down a little.

  She disappeared for a second and came back to hug him. His eyes flew open. She’d taken off her t-shirt. He grabbed her and held her naked upper body flush against his. It felt so fucking good. She kept kissing him and that along with the feeling of her nipple piercing scratching against his chest… it was unbelievable.

  To add to the torment, her hips started to grind, and her warm crotch rubbed against his dick. He grabbed her even harder, thrusting his hips towards her. When she let go of him and tried to move back, he almost growled in protest. The frustration disappeared the second he caught up on what she was doing. She was reaching for his belt buckle.

  He leaned back again, both to give her room and to watch her to make sure she was okay. She seriously seemed as eager as he felt, and her fingers struggled with the buttons, but she eventually managed to get them open. With an insecure expression, she looked up and met his eyes. When her tongue darted out to lick her lips again, he swallowed another moan.

  Mac lifted his hips to help her as she pulled off his jeans, and her eyes went back to his dick when it sprung free. She took a deep breath, stared, and then smiled. She clenched and released her fists a couple of times, as if she wasn’t sure if she could. Then she went for it. She grabbed it, but carefully, very carefully, just stroking it, running her palms along it and around it.

  “Mac,” she mumbled, and when he looked at her she met his eyes. “I’ve never done this so could you, like, tell me what to do.”

  “Baby, you have no idea how good you’re doing. It’s insanely good.”

  “Okay, but then you’ll tell me how I can make it better?”

  “Sure, but for now you can just keep that up.”

  She played with it, ran her hand along it, and then added her other hand as well. The view of those small, delicate hands on his dick was something he’d been fantasized about for a long time, and when she circled his dick with both of them, running them up and down his cock, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head fell back again, and he bit his lip with a low rumbling groan. That seemed to encourage her, and she grabbed it more firmly.

  Then she leaned forward, put one hand on the backrest next to his head and started kissing him, still working his dick between them.

  “Squeeze harder, Katze.”

  “Show me,” she mumbled.

  “Spit in your hand,” he said and watched her do it.

  He took her hand and showed her different things. How to rub the soft part of her palm over the head of the dick, pull at the root, fondle a bit with his balls, and pull those as well. Whatever he threw at her, she tried it eagerly with a smile, and her fucking tongue kept licking her lips. He was dying to ask her to lick his dick instead, but he was saving that. Even in the horny high he was flying, he knew it was much too soon to ask for anything even close to that.

  Then something happened. It was as if she thought she’d
figured out how to work his dick, so she attacked his mouth with hers, and then she really got to work on his dick.

  She’d definitely figured it out, and she wasn’t shy to use it. At all!

  He was getting closer alarmingly fast. He turned his head to get away from her mouth and playful tongue, with the result of her going to work on the side of his neck instead and… oh, shit.

  “Baby, stop.”

  She didn’t even answer, instead she moved her mouth to his ear, and he tried again.

  “Vi, I’m gonna cum.”

  When he tried to grab her hand to stop her, she bit down in his earlobe and… that was it. There was no way for him to hold back.

  “Fuck! Oh, shit. Fuck, Vi, baby…. I’m cumming.”

  He managed to get his hand over his dick to stop himself from blowing the load all over the two of them. With the other hand, he grabbed her wrist to stop her movements. It took a few moments to calm down before he could speak again.

  “Fuck. I’m sorry, babe.” He was a bit embarrassed; he hadn’t been so unable to hold back since he was a fucking teenager.

  “For what?” she asked, and he noticed that the little tease looked rather pleased with herself as she held up her cum-stained hand. “Isn’t this the point?”

  He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped off his hand and continued to clean up the rest.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” he laughed. “Did you get any more on you?”

  She leaned back and watched him wiping off her hand, and then she laughed again. She had a great laugh, and he pulled her in for a kiss.

  “That funny to you?”

  “Not so much the cumming as the fact that you just wiped it all off with my t-shirt. I’m not sure how to explain that to Dad.”

  He looked down at the t-shirt in his hand, and she was right. It was hers.

  “Yeah, I’ll loan you one. You didn’t stop.” He wasn’t mad, not really.

  “You didn’t say break.”

  “I’ll try to remember that the next time.” He laughed again, he was still trying to get over how great it had been. “But speaking of your dad, I’m gonna have to talk to him about this. About us.”

  “About you getting me ready to get ready?”

  “I wasn’t planning on getting into that much detail.” He threw away the t-shirt and pulled her down on his chest. He liked the feeling of her lying naked on him. “I thought I’d go with us seeing each other.”

  She was quiet and although it wasn’t unusual with Vi, he didn’t think this was her usual silence.

  “Like dating?” she finally whispered.

  “I think this is a bit more than just dating. Don’t you?”

  “I don’t know,” she said after another too-long silence. “I don’t know what this is, but I don’t think Dad’ll like it.”

  “Baby,” he moved her up, off his chest, and caressed her face, “I have to talk to him. Not talking to him is just gonna make it worse. And it needs to be me who does it. This is between him and me, and I need to make sure he’s okay with it. If I do it right, he’ll be okay with it.”

  That’s what he hoped, but he wasn’t as sure as he let on. She stayed silent, and then she moved her hand up to stroke the bridge of his nose.

  “Okay,” she finally said.

  That was it, and he was waiting for the other things. Her trying to define what they were or ask him what he thought, but she just grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He wondered if she was too scared to ask him and decided to bring it up for her. He wanted her to know, but she spoke first.

  “I have to go. I need to be home in half an hour.”

  “You’re not gonna ask about what we are?” he tried.

  She shrugged and smiled. “I like what we’re doing. I think I’d like doing other things, too.”

  “Like what?”

  “There’s a graffiti exhibition at the art museum in Phoenix.” Then she stopped and looked at her hands. “Maybe that’s lame.”

  “No. I’d like that.”

  He’d love to do other things with her, and he didn’t want her to think this was just about making out with her. Getting her ready. Which was another reason he needed to talk to Bear. If they were gonna be able to go out, he needed to make sure everyone was okay with it.

  She looked at him carefully. “You would?”

  “Sure. I’ll talk to Bear tomorrow, that way we can do things like that.”

  “Okay. I really have to go. I’m borrowing this t-shirt.”

  “I noticed.” He grabbed her cheeks. “And, babe, that was awesome.”

  “I liked it, too.”

  “Didn’t get you off, though.” There was still time for it, but she shook her head.

  “That’s okay. Next time. I’ll just think about this and fix it myself,” she said with a coy, kind of proud smile.

  “Fucking hell, girl. You’re gonna get me hard again.”

  -o0o—

  Bear heard Vi coming through the door, and her keys being dropped in the bowl. He looked at her and swallowed a comment about her t-shirt having grown a few sizes during the day. That was not her fucking t-shirt, and he had a pretty fucking good hunch to whose fucking t-shirt it was.

  He waved at her before turning his attention back to the football game he was half watching, took a few deep breaths and more than a few mouthfuls of beer.

  “Dad,” she said and sat down on the couch.

  “Yeah, honey,” he said without moving his eyes from the TV.

  “Can we talk?”

  With a sigh, he looked at her. She was fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt that wasn’t hers, and she looked scared. He hated when she looked scared. So, he reached for the remote and turned off the TV to make sure she knew she had his full attention.

  “Yeah. What’s up?”

  “I’m not supposed to talk to you about this, but… I want you to find out from me.”

  “Okay?”

  “I’ve, sort of, been seeing Mac. Or something.”

  “Or something?”

  He couldn’t help it, he chuckled. That was one way of describing activities that put one in a guy’s t-shirt. She still looked scared, but when she heard his laughter, she looked up and gave him a weak smile.

  “Well… I’m not really sure how to put it. He’s gonna talk to you tomorrow, and it wouldn’t feel right if you found out like that, from someone else. I should’ve told you immediately, I know. I guess I was scared you’d send me off to live with Mom.”

  That was sweet of her, and he understood what she meant. Mac probably thought it was better if he took the shit for it, and it would have been if he hadn’t already known it. But in this case, Vi was right. It should come from her first.

  He was upset she’d think he’d send her to live with her mom, though. He would never do that. No matter what the situation was, he would deal with it here, having her with him.

  “Katze, I wouldn’t send you to live with your mom even if you dated a fifty-year-old meth head. I’d kill him, but I wouldn’t send you to your mom. Besides, you’re eighteen.”

  “Like it matters to you how old I am.”

  “You’re right,” he laughed. “It doesn’t. You’re my baby girl no matter how old you are.”

  “Are you pissed?”

  “Not yet,” he said and scratched his beard and combed his fingers through it. It was better to not promise to not get pissed until he knew the full story. “How long?”

  “Not long. He kissed me when I inked him, but that was just a kiss. Sort of.”

  She cleared her throat when she noticed his look. So that’s what happened. He was glad he hadn’t known the full story, because he might’ve taken Mac up in the ring for that. It was a bit late now, though, and obviously the kid had dealt with it. Took his sweet fucking time, but if Vi was satisfied, he assumed he should be, too

  “Keep going,” he said.

  “Then he freaked out a bit about that… said I was too young and stuff. A while later…” She
wasn’t looking at him anymore, because she was trying to hide something. He’d get back to it when he’d had her toned down version of what happened. “He helped me with something. I went there to thank him. We argued, a lot and… I don’t know. We… started seeing each other.”

  “When was that?”

  “Like, two weeks ago.”

  Okay, that would be when she was singing while making pasta. He found it comforting that his daddy-radar was working properly, because he was planning on using it to figure out what the fuck she was trying to hide from him. He started with the part she’d been whispering. If she whispered, she was nervous.

  “What did he help you with?”

  “I was stupid and got into trouble, so I called him.”

  He really didn’t want to know how she got into trouble, because it might give him a fucking heart attack, but she’d been in trouble and not told him. That got to him. Big time! She’d always turned to him when she was in trouble, and if she didn’t… it was bad.

  “Now I’m pissed,” he admitted.

  “I know he should’ve told you about that.”

  “No, Katze, he shouldn’t have told me about it. You should’ve have told me. Actually, you shouldn’t have told me about it, you should’ve called me to begin with, not Mac.”

  “I didn’t want the entire club to come with guns blazing. It was stupid of me, and I knew it was stupid, and it’ll never happen again. I just wanted to get out of there and go home. He got pissed, and we argued. I’m… Please don’t be angry about that.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Dad…” she started, and he shook his head.

  “No. What did you do?”

  “A guy at school… or, he used to be at my school, he invited me to a party at that old abandoned house. I was… a mess, and I said yes. Obviously, it got out of hand.”

  “Obviously,” he grumbled. He had no idea how to deal with this, and figured it was best to just get the full story before he exploded all over the place. “Keep going.”

  “I called Mac and asked him to pick me up. I was scared.”

  “What did the guy do?”

  “He got handsy and rude and, I don’t know, Dad. What do you want to know?”

  “What did Mac do to him?”