/lit/ - Literature

>the blowjob scene was so cringy!
>Nothing happened, he just complained about the death of someone he knew for the last half of the book

Brandon, Chad, Kevin, Gregory, Blake
Someone please call Japanese names.

>"Have you ever gotten a blow job?"
>"Urn, that's out of the blue," I said.
>"The blue?"
>"Like, you know, out of left field."
>"Left field?"
>"Like, in baseball. Like, out of nowhere. I mean, what made you think of that?"
>"I've just never geeven one," she answered, her little voice dripping with seductiveness. It was so brazen. I thought I would explode. I never thought. I mean, from Alaska, hearing that stuff was one thing. But to hear her sweet little Romanian voice go so sexy all of the sudden…
>"No," I said. "I never have."
>"Think it would be fun?"
>DO I!?!?!?!?!?!?! "Urn. yeah. I mean, you don't have to."
>"I think I want to," she said, and we kissed a little, and then. And then with me sitting watching The Brady Bunch, watching Marcia Marcia Marcia up to her Brady antics, Lara unbuttoned my pants and pulled my boxers down a little and pulled out my penis.
>"Wow," she said.
>"What?"
>She looked up at me, but didn't move, her face nanometers away from my penis. "It's weird."
>"What do you mean weird?"
>"Just beeg, I guess." I could live with that kind of weird.
>And then she wrapped her hand around it and put it into her mouth. And waited. We were both very still. She did not move a muscle in her body, and I did not move a muscle in mine. I knew that at this point something else was supposed to happen, but I wasn't quite sure what. She stayed still. I could feel her nervous breath. For minutes, for as long as it took the Bradys to steal the key and unlock themselves from the ghost-town jail, she lay there, stock-still with my penis in her mouth, and I sat there, waiting. And then she took it out of her mouth and looked up at me quizzically.
>"Should I do sometheeng?"
>"Urn. I don't know," I said. Everything I'd learned from watching porn with Alaska suddenly exited my brain. I thought maybe she should move her head up and down, but wouldn't that choke her? So I just stayed quiet.
>"Should I, like, bite?"
>"Don't bite! I mean, I don't think. I think — I mean, that felt good. That was nice. I don't know if there's something else."
>"I mean, you deedn't—" "Urn. Maybe we should ask Alaska."
>So we went to her room and asked Alaska. She laughed and laughed. Sitting on her bed, she laughed until she cried. She walked into the bathroom, returned with a tube of toothpaste, and showed us. In detail. Never have I so wanted to be Crest Complete. Lara and I went back to her room, where she did exactly what Alaska told her to do, and I did exactly what Alaska said I would do, which was die a hundred little ecstatic deaths, my fists clenched, my body shaking. It was my first orgasm with a girl, and afterward, I was embarrassed and nervous, and so, clearly, was Lara, who finally broke the silence by asking, "So, want to do some homework?"