here’s how it starts, part ii

About this short story: nsfw, party hookup, “they didn't do that in Easy A”

Yuri swallowed past her suddenly dry throat. He was serious, and she didn’t know how to…deal with that. Did she want him to do something? Definitely yes. Did she feel awkward and out of her depth right now? Also yes.

She licked her lips and looked up into Amar’s ridiculously warm eyes. “Uh. What do you think might, um. Elicit? Such sounds?”

“I have a couple of ideas.” His smile was teasing, and then, because apparently he wanted her to actually pass out, he dropped to his knees.

“Oh,” she said faintly. She wouldn’t have been surprised if her heart had beat out of her chest right then.

His eyebrows were raised in question. He looked surprisingly earnest, and he was waiting for her to give him some sort of signal to either go for it or get the hell up. In Yuri’s past experiences, she usually went with the “get the hell up” option. And she wasn’t going to ask a guy to do this for her just to keep some other dude away.

But.

But.

Liam was really annoying. And it had been ages since she’d been with anyone. She always kept things casual, seeing as she was obsessed with Amar, but she wasn’t especially good at instigating casual, which meant extended dry spells.

And now, well. For some reason, Amar was on his knees for her, and frankly, she wasn’t strong enough to tell him to get up.

“What do you get out of this?” she asked finally.

Inexplicably, Amar looked like he wanted to laugh. “Yuri. You’re kidding, right?”

She blushed furiously. “I didn’t think most guys liked doing this.”

“Okay,” Amar said. Then, like he hadn’t heard her at all, he continued, “Can I touch you?”

She took a steadying breath, still watching him with a mixture of anticipation and wariness. This resembled a fantasy of hers too closely for her not to feel a little cautious. “With what?”

This time, he did laugh. “With my hands, Yuri. With my mouth.”

She covered her eyes with one hand and let her head fall back against the door. “This isn’t happening.”

“We don’t have to—“

“No,” she blurted out, dropping her hand to meet his eyes again. She was going to need him to stop looking so damn earnest because it was doing something weird to her insides. “No, I want to. I’m just. Processing.”

“Fair enough.” He waited, sitting back on his heels.

“Okay,” she said finally. “You can touch me.”