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I just know he’s hard, I can see the swell in his groin, but then he’s always hard around me. Something else I take great pleasure in.
I’m sadistic.
When I free his lip, he nudges me with another kiss, and in one swift move, he flips me so I’m on my back and he’s towering over me. I’m slightly winded but I don’t have time to gather my breath or wits because he’s kissing me so hard my head is crushed to the ground.
He consumes me greedily, the manly taste of him and a slight hint of coffee, tinged with passion, desire, and the kind of guy that even at a young age knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, it all sends me wild.
“How did you get so good at this?” I ask when he kisses down my neck.
“I’ve seduced a lot of women,” he replies easily, and I feel a strange pang of envy and possessiveness. Something I’ve never felt, and I don’t like it. “My first time was a mess, it was embarrassing. I taught myself to be better. What about you? How’d you get so good at giving head?”
I chuckle under my breath and try to look away, but he holds my face with his hand.
“Tell me.”
“No, you’ll make fun of me.”
He arches a thick brow and trails his nose along the side of mine. “Since when do you care about that?”
He has me there. “I don’t care.”
“Then how?” He kisses me again, a gentle peck. Fuck me, this guy has a sweet side. I like it. I shouldn’t like it.
“I practiced, like you.”
His eyes darken and I wonder if he’s envious too. “On men?”
“No, well… yes, but first my sister and I—”
“You practiced with your sister?” He drops his head to my neck when I nod. “Why do I find that so hot?” Then his head rises again, and his excited eyes search my face. “So, your sister can deep-throat too?”
My entire body turns to cement, and I push him from me. “I don’t want to talk about my sister or deep-throating. I want to make my spear and fish.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He returns to his chair as I continue to whittle. Truth be told I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing but I figure so long as it’s pointy and sharp, it’ll kill a fish.
We sit in comfortable silence and I like it. Nok isn’t one for words and neither am I. I don’t want to gossip or talk about shit that doesn’t need to be said. I’m not interested in that.
I just want to enjoy the silence and turn my stick into a fish-murdering weapon.
“You’re nearly done,” Nok comments, looking at my long pointy stick. “It looks good. Want to test it out?”
“Sure, stand still and I’ll jab you through the foot.”
He rolls his eyes, but his lips are twitching.
I move to the rushing water and follow it upstream to a shallower part where I can see the bottom. Fish swim through the crystal-like waters, kicking up sandy dirt, nothing too big and that’s what I’m waiting for, big. If I’m going to take something I caught, it better be newsworthy.
I stand on the bank and stare down. I do a couple of practice jabs into the surface of the water, just to see how accurate the location of the fish is, as water distorts your view. It bounces the angle of the stick to the left somewhat, so I’ll try to account for that.
“It’s harder than it looks,” Nok says, folding his arms over his chest.
I don’t reply, I stop breathing, I wait. I see a fish coming and I hold the stick in both hands then I jab. And miss.
Though only by a fraction.
I hesitated in the last second, something I’ve always promised myself I’ll never do. Never hesitate… never. It’s my number one rule. Hesitation is weakness and people exploit weakness. You miss chances because of said weakness.
I don’t say anything despite hearing Nok’s laughter. I concentrate, zoning in to the sounds around me. Watching the fish and how they move.
I jab again, pinching my lips together when I miss again.
I’m dedicated now through my frustration. I can do this. I know I can. I’m good at this.
Sweat beads on my brow, I maneuver my sweater from my body, revealing my black lace bralette. I kick off my shoes and stuff my socks into them.
Nok whistles low and long and stands with his fishing rod, trying to hook the fish I scare away from the pole. “I want to eat your tits.”
“Shush,” I admonish and roll up the bottom of my jeans.
I wait for what feels like minutes, maybe more, but I wait patiently. Patience is something I’m good at when I must be.
“Just give it up,” Nok says and I do it. I find the fish and it is huge.
