She had narrow, delicate feet.

Much like the bow shape of her mouth.

Except for the one pinky toe.

It was delightfully gnarled.

I don’t know why I found that flaw adorably unique.

Breezy was practically squirming off the sofa. Her show of nerves weren’t from fear. I could sense when someone was afraid. I could practically smell it coming off them in oily waves.

“Breezy...”

“No one calls me Breezy,” she blurted, swallowing quickly. “My name is Bree.”

Bree.

I liked the way it flowed from my lips.

“Bree,” I said deliberately, deepening my strokes on the tender soles just enough to pop a moan from her mouth as her eyelids fluttered shut. “Tell me about your first time.”

Her eyes popped open, completely alert. That question seemed to be the antidote to my ‘foot magic’ as she called it.

“That’s pretty personal,” she said.

“I told you I needed intimate details.”

“I don’t see why that’s relevant,” Bree maintained, a stubborn tilt to her chin. “What about your first time?”

“I was thirteen, she was eighteen. It was over quick.”

Bree gasped in horror. “That’s called abuse. Someone should’ve reported her.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” I returned with a sly smile. My neighborhood hadn’t been exactly Mayberry. Kids grew up fast. Losing my virginity had been a relief and she’d taught me a few things that I’d ended up putting to good use later.

“Still, that’s creepy.”

I chuckled. “Being with an older girl for a boy’s first time is the best. She showed me how to fuck a woman to make her cum, not just get my rocks off.”

She blinked, unsure how to respond. Then, she admitted awkwardly, “I guess that’s a good thing to know.”

“It is.”

When you cum, do you do so softly with a sweet moan or do you scream to the rafters? The need to know burned. Everything about Bree was an enigma. My appetite for knowledge eclipsed any good sense I might’ve had. Are you a little closet freak, my nerdy girl? The possibility worked my gears hard.

“Now your turn.”

The pink in her cheeks made me want to gently knuckle the soft skin. Her embarrassment was a turn-on. The women in my circles were jaded, hard. They could blow you as easily as stab you in the heart without breaking a sweat.

Nothing like Bree.

I wanted to know who had broken her cherry. Had he been rough? Inconsiderate? Wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am?

Had she bled after being spread?

My cock hardened painfully.

“Tell me, Bree,” I instructed her, my voice roughening around the edges. “There could be details that are important.”

Bree could see through my thinly veiled bullshit but she didn’t call me on it.

Point in my favor.

I rose and pulled her to a prone position so I could climb above her. Her eyes, magnified by those glasses, made her look comically adorable but I gently removed them.

She blinked a few times as if to adjust her vision and her tongue darted along the seam of her lips.

“Your first time,” I prompted. Her mouth worked soundlessly, almost begging. I wanted her unlike anything I’d ever known. The overwhelming lust was almost blinding. “Was he gentle?” I asked, pushing my hard cock against the sweet heat of her pussy. “Or did he hurt you when he went in?”

She gasped at the feel of me pressed tightly against her. If she thought my foot magic was spectacular...I would pretty much render her dumb and mute with my cock.

“Was it in the backseat of his car, all clumsy hands and awkward thrusts?” I guessed, picturing the scene as it might have unfolded.

Except, I didn’t quite like the idea of anyone between her thighs but me. The odd spurt of jealousy was just another notch in the WTF column but there was nothing I could do about it.

“Or let me guess, in your own bed, surrounded by the objects of your childhood, praying to God that your mother didn’t come home early and catch some guy humping away...a few harsh grunts and it was all over, making you wonder what all the fuss was about...”

“Y-you have quite the imagination,” Bree said, her pupils dilated like saucers.

I slowly let more of my weight settle on her frame. I wanted to sink into her body, going balls deep, driving myself to the hilt. My own breath became shallow, my erection, epic.

Could I actually have found the way to silence Bree’s chatter? If only I could catch a peek into that skull of hers, to uncover her secrets. Her seemingly benign history was all the more fascinating because I knew she was hiding a crucial piece of the puzzle.

Why wouldn’t she tell me if it could save her life?

Or was it possible that Bree’s ignorance wasn’t a ruse?

Either way, the mystery was a tease.

And lucky me, I was committed to figuring it out.

Bree’s gaze settled on my lips and it was everything I could do to stop from savagely taking her mouth. I wanted to taste her so badly I was losing the ability to remain in control.

“Bree...”

I surged against her. Bree gasped and her fingers curled at her sides as if she were trying to stop herself from clutching at me.

God, I wanted to break her in half.

Bree’s mouth opened on a breathless groan and I thought I’d won, until she said, “Holy shit, get off me. You weigh a ton! I’m not auditioning for Flat Stanely” and my ego took a hit right in the dome.