Awakenings (A Witch's Coven Novel Book 1) Page 3

  Visions of his clubbed foot and his being naked came to me, and I quickly expelled the images from my mind. “Are you sure you want to tell me this?”

  Denise pretended to slap me on the shoulder. “No, it’s not what you think. He’s gentle and treated me well.”

  I crossed my arms and was not in the mood for such stories. Charles and Stephen were away as well as most the men. “So did he fuck you and give you a few pieces of silver for your time?”

  A pained expression crossed Denise’s face. “Is that what you think of me?” She pulled away and went back to her bag to lift it up. “You’re wrong. That’s not what happened.”

  I relented and put my hand on her arm. “I’m sorry. Tell me what happened and I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

  She pretended to still be annoyed but then smiled. “Okay, but please don’t tell a soul.”

  I glanced around the empty hallway. “Who would I tell and why? We’re friends and I won’t betray your trust that way.”

  She came closer and lowered her voice so much that I had to strain to hear her. “Cameron asked me to his room last night. After we all went to bed, he knocked on my door as we had planned, and he brought me back to his bed. He had a good fire going and had moved his bed over closer to the fire. I did not know what to expect, so I sat down on his bed and told him that I would not be leaving the room with his seed in me. I did not wish to be carrying a baby and all.”

  Curiosity got the best of me and I started to get pulled into her story. “How did he take that when you told him?”

  Denise looked me in the eye and then glanced down the hall to make certain no one was coming. “He told me that he would not ask that of me but wanted to teach me my Latin.”

  I kept my mouth closed because I realized that I had no idea what Denise meant, and if I were to speak, I would show her my ignorance. Instead, I nodded and listened.

  “I sat there in my nightgown, and he sat me on the edge of his bed. He was fully clothed and he came behind and held me. For many minutes, he simply held me and played with my hair, running his fingers through it. The heat of the fire felt good on my legs and I relaxed and fell back into his arms. Then he massaged my neck, shoulders and back. He took his time, in no rush, and hugged me close. We didn’t kiss, but I rubbed his back through his shirt and he did the same to me.”

  “And that’s all he did? Sounds boring to me.” I crossed my arms to try and warm myself from the cold.

  “I’m getting to the good part. Be patient!” Denise swatted at me and laughed. “I never had anyone treat me so nice before. He held me and we kissed, but he didn’t try to throw me on the ground and just go at me like a dog. Cameron was different than any guy I had known.”

  I chuckled. “Denise Smith, you have never been with a boy before in your entire life, and you have one night of kissing and suddenly think you’re an expert?”

  She looked at me and winked. “Just because I don’t brag all the time about the boys I’m with doesn’t mean that I haven’t some experience.”

  I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just sat there with a frown on my face.

  Denise closed her eyes and recounted her story to me. “Cameron kissed me on my throat, wrists, and on the tops of my feet. When I would try to kiss him, he would shake his head and push me back down on his bed. He would keep his hands near the fire for a few seconds and then put them on me. I could feel the fire’s warmth on his hands, and I just relaxed and trusted him.

  “I don’t really know how long he massaged and kissed me, but I was rather excited.”

  “You mean you were wet.” I flicked a piece of wheat at her but missed.

  “That’s when he lay on top of me and kissed my forehead, cheeks, and made his way down my body, kissing me through my dress. He knelt on the floor and then kissed me on my thighs, and I giggled. He stopped that when he saw that I couldn’t stop laughing, and then he pulled up my nightgown and buried his face in my undergarments. He took a deep breath and then breathed out, allowing the hot air to warm me. I remembered that I sighed and he asked if I were okay, and I would have agreed to anything then. But he stopped and sat next to me on the bed and played with the top of my nightgown, twirling a loose string, and asked, ‘May I teach you some Latin?’ He smirked, and when he saw that I didn’t understand him, he asked, ’May I lick you?’

  I nodded, and he returned to the end of the bed on his knees and kissed me. He kissed me where my hair ended down there and then he spread my lips with his hands and he lightly licked me and pulled away.”

  “Now you’re getting somewhere.” I leaned forward engrossed in the story. “What did it feel like?”

  “Almost too strong. I had to push him away a bit because everything was too intense that it almost hurt.” Denise thought for a moment and almost stopped talking, but changed her mind. “I’m a bit embarrassed to say what happened next.”

  “You can’t just end things there with me. What did he do?” I thought I heard someone coming down the hall, but when I glanced, no one was there.

  “He slid two fingers into me. I was wet and he made a come hither motion inside me and then took his fingers out and had me suck on them. In that moment, I would have sucked a stick covered with tar. Then he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and slid them back inside me, and this time he kissed the top part of me where the little bump is down there, and he licked faster and faster, sliding his fingers in and out of me. I lay back on his bed and heard the crackling of the fire and my breathing went fast and I just wanted to let go and to keep feeling this wonderful wash of joy that started to build up inside. And then he pulled away and stopped.”

  “What?!” If Cameron were near me, I would have hit him for her. “Why did he do that?”

  “I begged him for more, and he kissed my thigh again and this time I didn’t laugh. He kissed my other thigh, then the top portion of where my hair began, and he buried his face there and slid down until his tongue licked me again, and I squirmed and grabbed onto the covers and relaxed, feeling a building up of joy within me. I just wanted to release it, but this feeling of pleasure continued to build up within me and I relaxed in it, letting go, allowing myself to enjoy him. I turned my head toward the fire and saw the flames flickering and took a deep breath, held it, and relaxed. I don’t know how long we did this, but Cameron stopped licking me but kept his fingers inside. He grabbed my fingers and stuck them in his mouth and sucked on them. Then he pulled them out and said, ‘Touch yourself.’ I put my hand down there, and I started to rub the ball of nerves at the top. He curled his fingers within me and touched something deep inside that caused me to gasp and want more. I picked up my legs and balanced them in the air and then sucked on my fingers to make them wetter and then rubbed slow and sure on myself. Cameron did not say another word, but he kissed me and then quickened the curling of his fingers inside me to match the speed of my rubbing.

  “I tensed my legs and they began to quiver. I took a deep breath, held it, and rubbed harder, allowing the ball of pleasure to tighten within me, building it up and up until I lost myself in the crash. A wall of pleasure washed over me and my legs shook and Cameron moved my hands and then lightly licked me, and a second wave, lesser than the first, washed over me, and I shivered and gasped for air. I could hear the fire crackling and just started laughing. I could not stop as a feeling of pleasure washed over me and I rolled to my side and expected Cameron to mount me and to finish himself off inside me. But he didn’t do that.”

  “You had la petite mort.” I stared at Denise in awe. When she only looked at me with a confused expression on her face, I said, “The little death. You had a sacred moment with him.”

  Denise nodded slow and thought out her words carefully. “Yes, it did feel like I was dying a bit. I thought the world had stopped for a moment and then everything crashed on around me.”

  “I’ve read about it in books, and that’s how it’s described.” I felt embarrassed and changed the subject. “What did
Cameron do next?”

  Denise was easily persuaded to get back to her story. She spoke low and glanced down the hall, but miraculously, no one disturbed us. “Afterward I rested on his bed for a bit, and he sat on the bed next to me. He had his legs crossed, watching me with a smile on his face. ‘Did you enjoy learning some Latin?’

  “I told him that I did, and then he asked if I would do him a favor.”

  “Did he take his cock out and it was dirty and he wanted to put it inside you?” I asked.

  “No.” Denise shook her head. “Why would he have treated me like that after being so nice to me earlier?”

  I shrugged, thinking of the men who had tried to rape me in the summer. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet now.”

  “Cameron pulled a shirt out and held it in his hands. ‘I’m going to put a blindfold on and I’d like you to watch me while I touch myself. Would you be okay with that?’

  “His mannerisms and how nicely he asked me things caused me to trust him. I told him that I would be fine and thought that since I didn’t have too much experience in seeing boys naked, that this would be interesting.” Denise folded her hands together and lowered her voice even more. “He tied the shirt around his head and lay back on his bed. The fire burned warm and bright with the hot coals turning to red, orange, and almost white in color. Cameron pulled up his shirt and rested his hands on his muscled chest. He turned to me and said, ‘I feel funny being watched so I like to pretend that I’m alone. It makes it easier for me.’

  “I stayed close to him on his bed, at the far end, and nodded, but realized that he couldn’t see me. ‘I would let you be with me if you’d like. You were so good to me.’

  But he shook his head. ‘No, I don’t want to get you with child, and this will be the safest way. And I’m just getting to know you, we have plenty of time to learn more lessons with each other over the rest of the winter.’

  “I smiled at that and replied, ‘I’d like that.’ He turned away from me and then pulled down his undergarments. My first reaction was that his penis was smaller than I had expected. But it was firm and curved a bit, bending inward toward his body. He took his right hand and went to touch himself and stopped. ‘I almost forgot.’ He pointed over toward the fire. ‘Can you bring me that jug over there?’ I retrieved the jug for him and went to hand it to him, but he pushed it away. ‘Pour some into my hand.’

  “I took the jug and poured a little into my own hand first, and a dark yellow oil came out. I rubbed the warm oil between my two fingers and took a sniff. The fragrant scent of olives filled the room. Cameron kept quiet, waiting patiently with his hand out, so I poured the oil and too much came out with the extra dripping off his palm and onto his bed. With his left hand, he squeezed his sack, clenching tight. His penis stirred a bit and quivered and he took in a deep breath. Then he stroked himself with his right hand, pulling upward until his hand slid off. He moaned and then pulled on his scrotum and his penis twitched again. I moved closer so that I could see him better and leaned in. He stroked himself again with his right hand, and the olive oil dripped off onto his belly. What surprised me is that he had no hair around his penis and the tip looked different than what my brothers looked like.”

  I nodded to Denise. “He was circumcised. It’s a custom that the rich lords follow. When he was a baby, they cut the tip of his penis off. It’s easier to clean in growing up.”

  “I didn’t know that.” Denise pondered that for a bit. “I thought he was deformed and that this was why he had blindfolded himself. He didn’t want to see my reaction to him.”

  “The families up north practice this more often than down here.”

  “Well, anyway, he twisted his hand around the shaft of his penis and then pulled down hard, held it for a few seconds and then opened his hand letting his penis quiver again. I could see him contracting the muscles around his stomach and this caused his penis to move as though it was obeying his command. Taking a deep breath, he firmly grabbed his scrotum again and then slid the palm of his right hand over his penis up until it slid off and fell onto his belly. I came closer and put my hand on his side and he shivered. He turned to me and said, ‘You don’t have to touch me. It’s fine if you would rather not.’

  “I leaned over him and kissed him on his chest. ‘I want to keep my hand here.’

  He sighed and then wrapped his right hand around his penis and began stroking it faster, arching his back and sucking in more air. I watched him and saw how his hand made it to the head of his penis and then he would slide his hand back down again. He twisted and pulled, allowing the warm olive oil to drip off of him. The fragrant smell filled the room and mixed well with the burning fire. He stopped stroking himself again and removed both hands. This time I moved my right hand and clutched his scrotum. My nails bit into his skin a bit and he squirmed. ‘Not too tight. Easier, please.’

  I nearly let go from embarrassment that I had hurt him, but I was more curious than afraid. I kept my left hand on his side and my right on his scrotum and he grabbed his penis again and stroked. Slowly at first, moving his hips up and off the bed and then he clenched his legs.

  “I could see his thigh muscles taut with his toes curling down. I let go of his scrotum and then cupped it again, but this time using less force with my grip. He sighed and then slid his hand off his penis and took a deep breath. I took my hand off of him and then he grabbed his penis again and twisted the head in the palm of his hand, sliding his hand down the length of the penis until he touched my hand. He tensed his legs even more and then grunted with the effort and I saw a stream of white liquid shoot out of his penis and land on his chest. He grunted again and I watched him pull back up on the shaft and then quickly stroked it back down. Another spurt of white liquid dribbled from the tip of his penis and then fell onto his hand. He repeated the stroking motion and then cried out in pain.”

  I grabbed Denise. “Did he hurt himself?”

  She shook her head. “I was so upset. I grabbed him and asked if he were okay, and he contorted his body and grabbed at the back of his left thigh, knocking the blindfold off his head. He then laughed and said, ‘I have a cramp in my leg. I’m okay.’

  He rolled out of bed and walked the cramp off. His right foot was misshaped, but otherwise he looked normal. I sat there feeling helpless that I had somehow hurt him. When the cramp lessened, he sat next to me and hugged me close and then kissed me on the mouth. ‘I am fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a muscle cramp.’

  “I hugged him and then kissed him again. He held me for a bit and massaged my back while I listened to the fire. I think I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, and a bit later he woke me. ‘It’s getting late and you have to go back to your room. Would you like to practice some Latin later in the week?’ I laughed and then quickly dressed and left the room.”

  Denise finished her story, and I just sat there in awe. “What an amazing story! When are you going back to see him?”

  “Tomorrow night. I can’t wait. He is a thoughtful lover.” Denise heard the door open at the end of the hall. She picked up her bag and motioned for me to do the same. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

  “Enjoying yourself and having fun? Yes, of course! I’m jealous of you.” I almost spoke Charles’ name, but thought it best to keep who I liked to myself.

  “I am a bit worried though. I’m hoping he continues to treat me nice. With the war, I don’t wish to be turned out of this house. I would have nowhere to go.”

  I lowered my voice. “Be smart and don’t allow him to be inside you so you don’t have a baby. Have your fun, but remember that you’d be the one to carry the baby, and he would probably deny the child is his.”

  Denise arrived to the end of the hallway and then started walking down the stairs. “You give good advice. I’ll be careful.” She stopped on the stairs and said, “I have no sisters to talk to this about. Thank you.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I am your friend. I’m happy
to listen.”

  We walked on to drop our bags into the storeroom and talked more about the cold, the rationing, and men. With the war so close, we took the time we had to enjoy as best we could.

  ***

  Alessia wrinkled her nose at me. “Did your friend Denise really tell you all of that?”

  “No, not in that detail, but I got your mind off of the mayor’s son, didn’t I?” I took a drag on my pipe and watched the smile break out on Alessia’s face.

  “I did forget him for a bit.” She stretched her arms up over her head and yawned. “You tell a good story.”

  “But hopefully, you learned a few things. The mayor’s son isn’t the only boy in the world, and it’s more important to find the right type of lover than to go after someone who is popular and conceited.” I watched her reaction to my words with interest.

  “He’s not a conceited boy. He’s since told me that he loves me and wants to be with me!” Alessia replied.

  I blew smoke at her and then said, “Now you know what you can do with him without risking a child. Get to know him first and see if he’s a tender lover or does he just want to stick his cock in one of your warm holes.”

  Alessia blushed and looked away. “No, he wouldn’t treat me that way. We’ve talked a lot in the last few weeks and he loves me.”

  “Then if he loves you, you know exactly what you can try with him to see if the two of you are good lovers. Test him out, try him and see if you’re compatible. Love is great, but practicing the mechanics of it all takes some work.” A flash of lightning distracted me, and I turned toward the window. “Though, learning each other’s bodies and how to make love together can be one of the best parts. Tell him what you’d like to do with him, and he’ll find a way to meet you.”

  “But I’m embarrassed to say these things to him.”

  “Then you’re too immature and shouldn’t be with him.” I stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Alessia to her thoughts.