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AFTER DANCING AND TALKING with so many fairies, I thought I would be dead tired. But the night is too dark, too empty. I feel lost in this house. I understand why Ren gave me this big house, but I miss the comforts of my small house. I miss knowing that it’s ten steps from my couch to the stairs, or eight steps from the stairs to my bed. I miss the comforting creaks and groans, the wind whistling through the window.
The rooms here are too big, and lack the warmth of the little house. It’s the gathering house, but there are only the four of us. And Orrin, Puck, and Warren get to stay in their small, comfortable homes, while I am in this monstrosity. Why did we ever think we needed a gathering house? And why did Ren feel that I should stay here, with the massive bed, that just reminds me how alone I am?
I wander to the porch and look down the hill to where my old house sits. Well, if the moon were out, I would be able to see it. But the windows are dark and no lights shine a welcome home. Just down from me, Puck’s lights are lit, and his burrow almost has a cheery welcome. Maybe I should go down and see what he’s doing? Maybe we could cuddle and talk about whatever pops into our minds.
Or maybe I could go down to see what Warren is doing? I look over to his house and see him moving from window to window. Do they miss the noise of the dorms? Do they find their spaces too big, too empty? Or do they enjoy the solitude?
“AAAAH!” I jump a mile as a clap of thunder crashes overhead, and I scurry back to my room, throwing myself on the big bed, burrowing under the covers. I hate storms with a passion. No matter how many times Bray tells me the logistics of storms, the thunder crashing sends me shaking.
Through the pounding rain, a scrape and creak of new wood moving has me shaking more.
“Aislin,” a whisper slithers over my skin. “Aislin.”
I’m frozen. I can’t move, can’t answer. I can feel panic overwhelming me, taking over. Deep breaths, Lin. Deep Breaths.
“AAAAH!” a hand grabs the blanket over my head, my fear spikes, and I can't move! A familiar face appears as the blankets are pulled down.
“Are you okay?” A worried Puck asks. “I called, but you didn’t answer.”
“Ye-yes. I’m fine. How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?” I try to put some bravado into my statement, though I am still shaking, each clap of thunder has me jolting.
“Who could sleep through this noise?” Puck asks me. He keeps looking at me then turning away. I’m about to ask him if something is wrong, when I realize that I had been getting ready for bed when the storm hit. I quickly pull the blanket up and glare at him.
“Did you like the view?” I snidely ask, clutching the blanket to my chest. My nightgown left little to the imagination. Can I help it if I like to feel pretty? And who would ever see me in it anyways? I know the white sheer fabric leaves little to the imagination. The top pushes my already large breasts up so that they overflow. The soft fabric drapes over my ample hips and buttocks, teasing my skin.
He blushes, and then looks me in the eyes. “You know I like everything about you.”
Umm. How am I supposed to respond? How do I tell him that even though I accept my body and know he loves me, I am still unsure, still scared of rejection?
The bed dips a little as Puck sits down next to me. “Lin?”
I look up and see the worry and fear in his eyes. I know what he’s asking, but how do I tell him? A clap of thunder takes the decision away from me as I jump and scream.
“You really do hate storms, don’t you?” he asks as he climbs in next to me and pulls me into his arms. Just as I thought it would be, it’s like snuggling a big teddy bear. His chest cradles my head, with just enough extra to not feel hard. His hand runs up and down my back in slow circles, and I can feel the tension ebbing. Well, maybe ebbing isn’t the right word. The fear is leaving, but a new tension is building. The girls whispered about it in the dorms, but I have never experienced it before.
“Yeah, I really do. I don’t know what it is about them, but I have always gotten upset and scared during them, from the time my petals even opened.” I rub my cheek on his chest and can feel his breath hitch before he releases it. “This feels good. Maybe I can learn to like storms.”
A deep chuckle sounds from the door, and I lift my head to see Warren standing there. He’s soaking wet and is holding his hat in his hands, folding the bill of it almost self-consciously. “I guess we both had the same idea.” he says to Puck. “I was coming to check on you, too.” The look on his face is indescribable, as he looks at how Puck and I are cuddled up.
“You’re all wet.” Crap! Way to state the obvious, Lin. “Let me get you a towel.”
I try to get up, but Puck’s hand is firmly resting on my back. “He knows where they are, Lin.”
“I have a better idea,” Warren says as he walks towards the bed, slowly pulling his wet shirt off and dropping it on the floor. I notice that his abs have a nice definition to them, even if he is on the edge of scrawny. I watch as he walks around to the other side of the bed and quickly turn away as he shucks off his pants.
“Oh!” I jump as cold, damp skin touches my leg.
“‘Oh’ is right! You’re so warm and soft,” he says as he sidles up against me, his cold leg pressed against mine.
A girl has fantasies, and then a girl has FANTASIES! This is hitting all the caps, and I don’t know what to think. Maybe I got hit by something from the storm, and was knocked out. Maybe I’m dreaming. Two weeks ago, I was living on my own, semi happy, alone. Then, suddenly, I have these three guys living with me, and making me feel all these things that I don’t even know how to explain. Just yesterday, we realized we love each other, but I hadn’t fully worked out what that love would mean, how it would work out in everyday life.
And now there are two guys in my bed. I guess the question I need to be asking myself, is what I want to do with them? I could let them just be a comfort in the storm, or I could let myself go and see what happens.
“Lin?” Puck asks again as he rolls to face me. “Are you okay with this?”
What happened to the shy boy I met a week ago? The one who didn’t seem to know how to act around me, or what to say.
“Um, I guess.” I want to say something witty, seem worldly to them, but really, I am new to this and unsure. “What is ‘this’?”
Warren kisses my neck, “‘This’ is us, showing you we care. That we are here for you. But we won’t do anything you don’t want. We can just sleep if that’s all you want to do. We’re here for you.”
I look over my shoulder and bite my lip. A flash of lightning shows his eyes are focused on my lips. I can tell he likes it, his eyes darken, and his grip tightens. “I am scared of the storm. Maybe some distraction would help.” Another clap of thunder has me jumping and bumping my head into Warren’s nose. I turn to see if I hurt him, but he pulls me against him, and I find my back pressed tight to Warren’s warm, comforting, chest.
“Distractions we can help with.” he replies, as his hands start to roam. A low moan escapes my lips as his fingers gently grip my hip.
Puck leans in and looks me in the eyes. His own, hopeful and filled with need.“You’re sure?”
I nod my head, still unsure of what I’m agreeing to. I want to ask them if they planned this, for both of them to be here. Are they okay with this? And what is this? And why isn’t Orrin here? Then I think of what I know of Orrin, and think it’s better Orrin not be here with them.
Puck leans in, and his lips are on mine. Warm and soft, his kiss is a test, not demanding but asking. I don’t know what these two have experienced before, they told me they were the outcasts of the dorm, like me. But I have no clue what I am doing here. Before meeting these guys I had only been kissed by Nip, and that had been when we were thirteen and wanted to see what all the hype was about. Then Orrin and Puck both kissed me over the past few days and I got a taste of what the girls were talking about in the dorms. But kissing, laying in bed, did something to my insides
His lips move over mine, his tongue glides over my lips, and I sigh. My hands grip his shirt, wanting to move over his bare chest. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes again. “You’re still sure?”
Dazed, I nod my head. I need to feel more. He looks over my shoulder at Warren and nods his head. Warren’s hands move up to massage my breasts through the thin material, making my need stronger. I feel every sensation. My head falls back against his shoulder. His lips are warm on my neck. I try to open my eyes, to see what Puck is doing, but it’s too much effort. The feeling of both of them, touching me, surrounding me, it’s so intense.
Puck doesn’t make me wonder for long. His mouth lands on mine, more forcefully than before. His shirt is gone, as well as his pants. My body feels restless, like it needs to move. I don’t know if I should touch Puck, run my hands over his chest. Should I run my fingers through his hair?
Puck knows how to kiss, and I find I am jealous at whoever he practiced with. His mouth sucks my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, his teeth gently graze over the skin causing me to shiver. I moan, and his tongue takes advantage, sweeping into my mouth. I am not sure if I want to gag, or to tangle my tongue around his, but before I have the chance to decide, he’s back to gentle kisses and nibbling my lips.
Warren’s hands haven’t been still, kneading my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples through the thin nightgown. The way he is making my body feel, has me trying to move, to be able to feel more, but I can’t move my legs with Warren’s leg thrown over them. So, my body shifts, and I feel my bottom pressed against Warren’s length. His very large, hard length.
I had seen the young boys swimming, so I’m not completely clueless on male anatomy. But what I am feeling seems an impossible fit. I put my hand on Puck’s chest to stop things, and suddenly, Warren’s fingers are touching me through my gown. His fingers trace the small V between my thighs, and Puck’s leg gently pushes between mine, opening me to Warren’s explorations.
“Oh!” I want more, need more. But I don’t know how to ask or what to ask for. Puck starts to kiss down my neck, trailing down to my breast where he sucks on the nipple through the thin fabric. Shivers run through me as I push my breast further into his mouth. A low hum comes from him in response, and his teeth graze the nipple, causing me to scream in pleasure.
Warren’s hands are causing my body to tingle, and my hips rock back into him, a low moan whispers over me as his teeth gently bite down on the soft part of my ear. My hands no longer can be still, and I start to explore Puck’s body. The intake of breath from him tells me he enjoys my hands on him, and I become a little braver in my explorations.
Even though Puck has a little extra like me, I can feel his muscles ripple under my hands, tensing and releasing as I touch him. My hands trail down his chest and stop as my fingers find the little nubs of his nipples. My touch pebbles them, and he hisses. I smile at his reaction and roll them through my fingers and marvel how similar, yet different our bodies are. I wonder if he enjoys the touch as much as I do; if my mouth sucking the little buds will cause the delightful tingles and sparks that it does to me.
Puck stops and I take advantage of the break to start some explorations of my own. My mouth follows the trail my fingers have made, kissing and tasting his skin. The salty sheen of sweat tastes delicious, and I find myself wanting to lick him like a lollipop. My tongue swirls over the little nub, and he groans, his hands fisting in my hair. I smile at his reaction, becoming a little more brave as I gently bite down.
He sucks in a breath and pulls me up, his mouth demanding, as it crashes down on mine.
I had almost forgotten that Warren was in the bed,until he pinches the sensitive bud between my legs causing such intense pleasure that I almost scream.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear. I moan my agreement, speech beyond me, even if I could speak with the total possession that Puck has of my mouth. “What do you want?” he asks.
I shake my head. I don’t know what I want, or how to tell them what I need yet. I just know that my skin feels as if it’s on fire, that my insides are a riot of almost painful pleasure. “More,” I rasp out.
“More what?” he asks, his fingers playing with the sensitive flesh between my thighs, teasing me.
Puck stops kissing me and holds himself back, looking at me, waiting for my answer. “I-I-I don’t know!” I whisper.
“Do you want us to show you?” Warren asks, nipping my ear lobe, then licking away the sting. I nod my head. “No, you need to say it.”
“Yes! Show me!” I about scream as Puck pulls my nipple into his mouth, and I’m overcome with extreme sensations.
Warren moves his hands to grip my hips, pulling me into him. I can feel the hard length of him pressed against my bottom. Puck holds each of my wrists as he starts a trail of kisses down my stomach, stopping to nibble on my hip. Warren lets go of me long enough to pull my nightgown up, giving Puck access to what he desires.
His breath whispers over sensitive flesh making me shiver. I want to move away, embarrassed that he is looking at me, seeing the most private, intimate, parts of myself. But Warren holds me tightly to him, not letting me move. I try to pull my hands from Puck’s grip, wanting to cover myself.
“Warren, a little help please?” Puck asks, his voice husky. Warren chuckles and lets go of my hips to grab my wrists, pulling them so that my arms are criss crossed over my stomach, like a bearhug holding me closer to him.
“Much better,” Puck sighs. With a hand on each thigh, spreading my legs wide, his tongue delves into me, sending shocks of pleasure through me. I scream, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my first orgasm surprising me with its intensity. My body wilts after the onslaught of sensations that have been coursing through it.
Puck makes his way slowly back up to my lips. “That’s what ‘this’ is.” He whispers in my ear. “But there is so much more.”
I nod my head, not able to put words into coherent sentences. I know I need to ask them something, “What–? What about you and Warren?”
By now, I realize that Warren has let go of my hands, and I roll to my back, so I can see both of them.
“The night isn’t over yet,” Warren says as his hand rubs lazy circles over my stomach.
I reach up to pull his head down and kiss him for the first time. I whisper against his lips, “I don’t want the night to be over, or find out that I am dreaming.”
“Princess, if you’re dreaming, then we must be in heaven,” Pucks says with a smirk, as he pushes me to my side and spoons me from behind. I roll my eyes at his corny line, but can’t come up with a witty retort in return, as Warren starts his exploration of my body.