Slow Burn

A few months of terror passed. I was always so close to cumming when I was around Emma. It had gotten to the point when I got hard just from getting a text from her, and I'd feel a rush of desire and pleasure when she would walk into the room. I wanted to please her, I never wanted her to stop her teasing. I didn't ever push anything or initiate anything, because that would be a sin. But I got used to the idea slowly over time that it might be okay to let her play with me as long as I wasn't doing anything.

She would occasionally make me pull down my pants and show her my dick when it would get hard. Sometimes she'd just play with it over my pants. But there was never a time that I didn't get hard. I would masturbate before going to see her in an attempt to keep from cumming, but it didn't help. I even struggled with that being a sin, but I didn't know what else to do. I'd immediately get hard as soon as we were together, and she teased me mercilessly. She said she was trying to build up my tolerance.

She said I was a good boy for being so obedient.

One night after those few months had passed I had fallen asleep again, this time in her bed. She was laying beside me, half over me, as I was on my back. I held her with one arm, the other behind my head. I woke in a dark room because she moved slightly. I couldn't see much, just the light from her clock and the slow blink of her phone notifications. The TV had turned itself off because of its timer.

I could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, her thigh pressed against mine. It was so soft. Her thick brown hair sprawled across my arm. Gently, I let my hand drift down her back so I didn't wake her up. I let it rest on her hip, then couldn't resist moving it over just a bit to feel the curve of her ass.

Suddenly embarrassed by my own behavior, I put my hand back on her waist. I heard her giggle softly.

Fuck, she's awake!

How long has she been awake? I panicked, and felt the heat in my cheeks, the adrenaline coursing through my body. Had I been caught?

Her hand on my chest squeezed gently, and I lay still, breathing heavily. She rolled her body toward me just a little, and used her grip on me to help push her downward over my body, down my chest, over my stomach. I could feel her breasts under her tank slide down my stomach as her head disappeared under the covers. She let out a little "Mmm" sound as the blanket enveloped her. She slid between my legs, and swiftly yanked my boxers down so I was exposed again. I instinctively reached down under the blanket to cover myself, and she caught my hand. Forcefully she pressed it down into the bed and held it there, a nonverbal warning. Her face hovered over my dick, her breath warm and steady, and getting closer. I couldn't see her. Why did that make it even hotter?

The tip of her tongue lightly touched the base of my shaft. I writhed, agonizing and not knowing whether to press into her or run away.

I moaned loud enough to surprise myself as I felt her tongue flatten out and lick me from base to tip. My hips bucked, uncontrolled, and she sat up quickly, but with a laugh, to avoid getting dick-slapped. "That's what you get!"

Slapping my thigh, she bounced back on top of me and snuggled down into a sleeping position again.

"Don't make it weird, Trey," she said as she yawned and settled.

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Time had become a blur. There was little to mark its passage, except notable milestones in the way Emma handled me. I had become her regular plaything. She expressed almost childlike joy in turning me on and teasing me until I couldn't stand it anymore. I suspected that she knew the hold she had over me, and yet when she would tease me next was all I could think about. My response to her was almost Pavlovian. Every time she would walk into a room, I responded immediately. I was so used to having blue balls that the pain almost felt pleasant now.

She was getting bolder now, too. I mean, there were endless ways that she turned me on and teased me that I don't even think she was aware of, something so sensual about her body that I couldn't help but react to it. But when she

was

aware of it, she was blatant and obvious. In response to my erections, she would oscillate between playfulness and almost poking fun at me. Regardless, she always enjoyed it.

In fact, there was a part of me that was picking up that maybe she was turned on by this and it wasn't just emotionless teasing for her. Sometimes when she would openly stroke me and make fun of how turned on I was, she would lick her lips and get a little breathless. Was I imagining it?

My answer came after a full year of her messing with me and teasing me. We were at my apartment this time, playing video games. She was kicking my ass at Mario Kart. She would really get into it, swinging her entire body left as she turned, elbowing me in the side on the oversized bean bag we were sitting in. Her oversized gray sweatshirt flounced every time she twisted around with the controller, raising just a little to show her white boy-cut panties underneath. Her hair was piled up in a messy knot on the top of her head, and she was wearing big-framed glasses instead of her usual contacts. With no makeup on, I could see the smattering of freckles across her nose. I noticed how long her eyelashes were.

She bit the side of her lip in concentration as she swung around another curve, pressing into my side. Rosalina slid across the finish line in first place, scraping by Wario at the last second. With a startling whoop, Emma jumped up and flung her arms around in a ridiculous victory dance. Raising her arms in the air, she swung herself around, kicking wildly.

"Yeah, eat that! I kicked your ass! Now you can kiss mine!" Turning her back to me, she wiggled her bottom as she backed up toward me. Lifting the bottom of her sweatshirt so I had a full view of her ass in those boy shorts, she wiggled and twerked her way right up to my face, my nose pressed into the back of her panties. Indulgently, I snuck a quick sniff before she pulled away. It was already too late, watching her ass bounce as it came closer to me had already caused an erection. I was giving in, I already knew she'd notice. There was no point in trying to hide it from her. Still, the habit was already ingrained, and I moved to cover it and adjust my sweatpants to make it less noticeable.

Turning around, she stuck her face close to mine. "Did you kiss my ass, Trey? Did you want to lick it?"

I choked on my own embarrassment, coughing violently. My eyes watered as I fought to regain control. She was still so close. I looked away, horrified by my remaining erection. I could smell the Starburst and Sprite on her breath. She cupped my face in her hands and forced me to look at her. "I said, did. You. Want. To. Lick. It?" My heavy breathing made her glasses fog up.

Slowly, her tongue escaped from between her lips, rolling around the outside, then reaching out toward mine. It stopped just short, and we stayed frozen like that for a moment, with her half smiling as her tongue hovered within a centimeter of my mouth, open slightly from shock. Our breath intermingled in that long moment, as if the world stood still. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

Her tongue closed the miniscule gap, lightly touching my lips with its warm wetness. I felt my body convulse involuntarily, and I covered my lap again, gripping my penis in a desperate effort to keep from cumming.

She squatted down in front of me, smiling triumphantly. "Oh, poor baby. I'm making it so difficult on you. Can't win at Mario Kart, can't cum, can't do anything." She stroked the top of my hand, which was still covering my penis. I held my breath.

"Oh, Trey, you're so much fun," she breathed, pressing down on my hand. With the pressure, she began moving my hand back and forth, causing me to stroke myself. I whimpered slightly, so close to the edge that I couldn't help but let the noise escape. This greatly intrigued her, and with a breathy sigh and a twinkle in her bottomless brown eyes, she looked at my bulging erection. It always seemed to amuse and excite her when she made me hard.

She plopped onto her knees in front of me and took my face in her hands. "My sweet boy, I think it's time you earned your keep around here." Taking my hand off of my lap, she slid it underneath her sweater, guiding it until it found her nipple. "Mmm," she said. "Yeah, like this." Using my hand, she played with her nipple until it became hard. She closed her eyes with pleasure and rocked back and forth gently, making me tease her with my hand on her breast. I stared at her in awe, too afraid to move.

Guiding my hand down over her smooth stomach, she placed my hand at the top of the boy shorts. Flipping my hand over, she used my hand to cup underneath her spread legs. I could feel the warmth coming from her, and I could feel my face burning hot with embarrassment.

"Good boy, Trey. Just keep it there," she said as she moved over my hand. It slid underneath her until it cupped the roundness of her ass, then forward again until it hit the warmth of the front. She did this for several minutes, eyes closed, enjoying herself, as I sat open mouthed watching it happen. Back and forth, back and forth. My other hand found its way to my lap to cover my erection, which had grown to an impossible state of swollen agony. I was going to cum!

Moaning again, she reached down and placed my fingers upward. "Stay just like this, okay?" She said huskily. I looked down at my fingers, pointing upward, and didn't know what to do, so I just obeyed. Positioning herself over my fingers, she pulled the boy shorts aside and used my fingers to lightly stroke her pussy. She was getting really worked up, she was wet and warm and slid across the top of my fingers like butter on warm bread.

Slowly, she lowered herself on top of my fingers, and they entered her. She was soft and hot, I had never felt anything like it before. I felt the sticky wetness envelop my fingers and the warmth spread through my hand. My jaw dropped open and I squeaked at the surprise of the sensation. This made her break her reverie for just a moment, and she smiled and laughed, a deeper, more throaty laugh than I had heard from her before. Moving up and down, she used my fingers to penetrate her over and over again. Reaching down into the top of her shorts, she started rubbing herself as she rode my fingers. The rhythm started to pick up pace, and I squirmed with the need to cum.

"Emma, I'm going to..."

"Shhh!" she said, clamping her free hand over my mouth. Her moans became more intense as she used my fingers as a toy to pleasure herself. In a burst of energy, she slammed her body down onto my fingers as she orgasmed. "Fuck!" she cried as she came into my hand, practically vibrating with pleasure.

"Ahh!" I couldn't help but cry out, I was so close that I could feel it burning to escape. Her orgasm lasted several seconds, her toes curling into the carpet. I pushed down on my hard penis, trying desperately not to cum with her.

She settled after a few moments, purring happily. "Mmm, Trey, that was wonderful. You're such a good friend. Thank you." Reaching down and pulling my hand out from underneath her, she surveyed my soaked fingers before showing them to me proudly. "See what you did?" She put my fingers into my mouth, and I gasped at the taste of her tangy-sweet cum on my fingers. "Good job, clean it all up now!" She rolled onto the bean bag and spread her legs wide, yawning as she looked at me. I tentatively began licking my fingers, watching for her approval. She nodded in encouragement. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the taste of her, sticking my tongue between my fingers and lapping up her cum off of myself like someone starving. I didn't know how I could be this close to an orgasm myself and not be cumming, too!

When I finished, I looked at my fingers in disappointment. Was there no more? I wanted to taste it again. I must have been pouting, because Emma giggled.

"You glutton," she smiled as she curled up next to me. "You didn't cum, did you?" She pressed her fingers into my erection again, checking to see if I was wet. I jumped. Did she feel how wet I was from the precum? Who was I kidding? Of course she did.

"No, I didn't," I said breathlessly.

"Good boy." Satisfied, she closed her eyes and rested, her hand still on my cock.