To Be a Man, Part 3
Posted on Sun Oct 6th, 2013 @ 2:26pm by Unawakened Edward Carlisle IV
Location: London, England
Timeline: Wednesday, December 19, 2007/Afternoon
Xander wasn't sure what he should do after sex. "Want to…cuddle?" Girls liked that, right?
While he got up Liz put herself to rights, straightening her skirt and stockings, fastening her bra and re-buttoning her shirt. She smiled at him, a bright, happy look, and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. It was just a quick, almost chaste, press of lips then she sat back. "Let's eat us lunch then, if yer want, we can go somewhere a wee more comfortable and do that again." She looked down as though bashful, blinking her long lashes demurely. She hadn't been chaste or demure since she was fifteen and got into this game on the street, but the fact that she could play it this well was how she'd managed to go from street corner to the high paid escort she was today.
Xander blushed. "I'd…like that," he said, straightening himself up, as well. "Um…we should stop at a store and I should get some…um…protection," he told her as he settled down again beside her, handing her the sandwich she'd ordered.
Normally she would have said that was her job, but he didn't know she was on the job, so she nodded. "That's probably a good idea. You know," she looked coy as she said this, "we could go do that now. I mean, if we're going to get a room anyway, we could eat there where it's a little warmer... maybe try to work up a little more of an appetite?"
Xander blushed. "Sure," he said. "Um…we could go to my place," he offered. "I wouldn't know where to get a room," he admitted. "I mean, underage and all."
"Yer sure yor parents are gonna want yer bringing a girl 'ome, squire? I just turned eighteen, so the room could go under my name," Liz said, moving to kneel closer to him, her voice dropping to a whisper as she let her lips close the distance to touch his. "I want ter do that again... and again... and again..." She kissed him then, her leg moving over him so she straddled his lap. Maybe once more out here then they could get a room... she thought as she kissed him.
Xander was lost in the kiss again. When he was finally able to surface, he said, "No parents. Big house. Could sneak in. But wherever you want," he said, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her again himself, passionate, desperate for her. God, she was intoxicating! He thought he might be falling in love with her!
Liz kissed him until they were both breathless, slowly guiding him to be better and better. Finally she pulled back, her breath coming in small gasps. She spoke in a low whisper, "Do yer want me again 'ere, like this? Or we can go back to yor place now and we can undress all the way..." She ran her hands up under his shirt, touching his skin, her nails dragging back around behind his back so she could press her body closer to his.
Xander panted. "I…I do want to see you…" he admitted with a blush. "Naked. You're…you're beautiful." He caressed her face, gazing into her eyes. "And…well, I want to be a gentleman about this," he smiled at her. "You deserve, like, a proper bed or something…"
"Okay," was all Liz said as she smiled, kissed him gently, and then slid out of his lap and to her feet. From where he sat he could see the lacy tops of the thigh highs she wore against the winter chill. Straightening her clothes, she gathered up their lunch and put it into her backpack, folded the blanket and stashed it again. "Let's go then, it's a bit cold out for this sort of fun outdoors."
"Yeah," Xander had to agree, slipping out of the cozy little nook. He took her hand as they walked to the park entrance, and then waved down a taxi. Soon enough they were pulling up to a large, expensive London townhouse.
"We can go in the servants' door, up the back stairs," Xander said, not sure he wanted to get caught by Cecily or Uncle Neville. He led Liz up to his room. It was fairly large, with a sitting area by the door and a bay window overlooking the street and a large bed. It was a typical teenage male room, a bit messy, with posters of attractive young starlets like Michelle Trachtenberg, Kiera Knightly, Avril Lavigne, but also plenty of framed photographs on the walls of various places around the world: the pyramids, the Parthenon, the Coliseum. A chess set was set up on a table under another window, a soccer ball underneath the table.
"Sorry for the mess," Xander murmured, kicking a pair of jeans and other clothes into the closet and closing the door. "Wasn't…ehm…expecting company," he blushed, turning back to Liz, locking the door behind them so they wouldn't be disturbed.
Liz set her bag down near the bed as she explored the room, a smile on her face. He was so wonderfully...normal. She turned to him, grinning. "I wasn't expectin' ter meet a cute lad that I can't seem ter keep me 'ands off of." As she spoke she started to cross the room, shedding one piece of clothing at a time until as she reached him. All she was wearing was her thigh high stockings and garters. She ran her hands down his chest. "Now that yer 'ave me 'ere, wot ever will yer do wiv me?"
Xander swallowed, watching her strip for him, running his eyes over her lush young body. "I…uh, wasn't expecting to meet a girl, either," he admitted. He fumbled with his shirts, shrugging out of them, revealing a fairly defined but still developing muscular torso. "I don't, uh, have a lot of experience. Is there, ehm, something you like?" he asked her, kicking off his shoes. He reached up to caress her naked breasts, not having gotten to touch them, see them, before. "You're so beautiful, luv…"
"Yor not 'alf bad yorself," Liz said, running her hands over his chest. "And wot I like... is you." She smiled, "My parents are out of tahn, so I don't 'ave anywhere I need ter be until tomorrow afternoon. We can do anyfink and evryfink yer can fink of until yer git tired of me and tell me ter go 'ome."
Xander shivered at the thought. He pulled Liz to him, the eager student to her experience.
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