Page 42 of The Pact

“Remember? Super strict parents? I’ve always been too terrified to look at porn in case one of the million parental controls and child blocks my father had alerted him to it. And before you say anything, after I moved out, I couldn’t afford a new phone. I’ve had mine wiped and restored to factory settings and I’m off his family plan, but I still feel paranoid that he might have a way to know. So yeah, since I can’t really look at dicks using a computer at the library, the only one I’ve seen is the one in the sex-Ed book.”

Shep chuckles but again, he isn’t trying to make fun of me. Even I know that I grew up sheltered. Ok, fuck. Sheltered doesn’t even begin to cover my parents’ upbringing.

“If your sex-Ed book was anything like the one we had at my school, that was a drawing, not even a photo of a real cock,” he muses and I agree with him, not telling him that actually we were in the same sex-Ed class with Miss Stawinski.

I’m so busy feeling guilty for not fessing up that we went to school together, that his next question comes completely unexpected.

“Would you like to see one now?”

If I was blushing before, now my cheeks feel so hot that I wouldn’t be surprised if I self-combusted. “Do you want to watch porn?”

This time Shep’s laugh is so deep that I almost fall off his lap.

“No, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Smokey. But we can if you prefer to do that. And actually watching porn together could be kind of hot. I was offering to let you take a look at mine. Why Google it if you have a perfect specimen right in front of you?”

His lighthearted tone makes me feel less embarrassed and truth be told, I’m really curious. “Ok.”

The corner of Shep’s lips quirk slightly up. “Yes what? Yes you want to watch porn or—”

“I’d like to see yours,” I admit, unable to keep looking into his eyes. Because no matter how comfortable Shep seems to be with this situation, I still find it embarrassing.

“Hey, hey, Ausra.” He lifts my chin with two gentle fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Never feel ashamed of what you want, ok? Not with me. There’s no judgment, ever. And if you aren’t ready—”

“I’m ready, Shep.”

“Ok, then.”

He lifts his hips to slide off his basketball shorts and I move completely off of his lap.

His cock springs free and I’m immediately mesmerized by it. I vaguely knew what to expect of course but seeing a drawing in a book and seeing something in the flesh are two totally different things.

It’s big.

That’s my first thought. The shaft is slightly curved and it’s thick and long, almost as long as my forearm. The head is rounded, vaguely heart shaped and slightly pinker than the rest.

My eyes drop down to his balls, symmetrical and a little darker than the rest of the package.

Shep sits there, giving me time to look at it and then smiles. “Are you all right? I have to say that I’ve seen girls reacting a lot of different ways to me introducing them to ‘little Shep,’ but I’ve never reduced them to complete silence. If you need me to cover up, I—”

I shake my head. “No. I’m just looking at it. I think it’s bigger than I expected. I—”

I fist the skirt of my dress to keep from reaching for him and his eyes catch the movement.

“Would you like to touch it?” he offers but then immediately reassures me. “You absolutely don’t have to. You look curious, so—”

“I’d love to touch it, Shep.”

I run an explorative finger along the line in the middle of his balls, all the way up to the tip.

I hear Shep’s sharper intake of breath as I trace the edges of his small slit and there’s a little pulsing movement, as the pink color becomes one shade darker.

I really like the feel of his skin up there and around his crown. “Wow, that’s the softest skin I’ve ever felt!” I marvel, running my fingers back down but at a slower pace this time, stopping to touch every raised vein, every single ridge and bump.

As my hand closes around the base of his shaft, I feel him harden even more in my grip and when I take my hand back up top, Shep’s eyes close and his chest raises visibly in a shaky breath. “Sorry, am I hurting you, Shep?”

He shakes his head, opening his eyes slowly. “No. It feels good. You have a really nice touch.”

“Can I touch you a little more?” I ask as my hand glides up and down his length.

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