(This story is a direct continuation of Shy Guy - Chapter 1. Please read that first installment so that this story makes more sense.)
For ten minutes after Olivia left, Corey just lay on his bed with a shit-eating grin, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't believe he had just had sex with her. OLIVIA! A girl he fantasized about. And he couldn't believe she had invited him to come to her house in two days to continue the fun.
The rest of the afternoon, he spent a lot of time on the internet. He wanted to be ready for Olivia on Wednesday. He wanted to do whatever he could to make her feel really good. He knew what he wanted to do, and he wanted to make sure he was doing it right. He wanted to make sure he knew how to give her an orgasm when he went down on her.
Of course, the internet can be a wonderful source of information - especially when half the information contradicts the other half. When Corey was reading articles with titles like, "How to Eat Pussy" or "What Women Want When You Go Down on Them", he found some information that seemed to be consistent - but not always. One article said, "Draw the letters of the alphabet with your tongue on her clit." Another said, "Whatever you do, don't draw the letters of the alphabet with your tongue on her clit." But Corey looked for those techniques that seemed to pop up consistently on multiple pages, and he had a good idea - at least in his head - of what he wanted to do when he got the chance.
That night, his dad grilled chicken breasts, his mom made a salad and some side dishes, and they all sat around the kitchen table eating, laughing, and teasing each other. On his first long break after his first semester at college, this family time made him happy.
That night, Melissa came into his room again. As usual, she sat on his bed.
"You seemed really happy tonight. Something happen today?" she asked.
For half a second, Corey wondered if Melissa knew. But her facial expression made him believe it was a legitimate question, with Melissa just being herself and caring about Corey.
"Nah, I'm just happy to have the stress of finals in the rear-view mirror. It's nice to have family meals again."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Melissa said. "As much fun as it can be at college, I sometimes miss the four of us just laughing with each other. It reminds me of when we were kids."
Corey smiled. He felt the same way. And for some reason, thinking about this made him get a little choked up.
"You know, I love you, Melissa."
Melissa seemed surprised by the statement. She wasn't surprised he loved her; she was surprised he said it. But then she flashed back to dinner with everyone tonight and thought about when they were younger, and she got a little emotional, too. She got on her knees and leaned into Corey to hug him.
"I love you too, Corey," she said as she squeezed him tight.
Corey held her as tight as she held him. For a couple of seconds, he only thought about his love for his sister. But then, he thought about the feeling of her breasts smashing against his chest. And it felt good.
Corey never thought about Melissa in a sexual way. Of course, he thought she was beautiful, and he thought she had a great body. EVERYONE thought that. But feeling her braless breasts push against him was different. Maybe it was because of what happened today. But whatever it was, he realized he shouldn't be thinking about her that way.
He quickly released her and looked at her.
"Stop that or you're going to make me cry," he said, causing Melissa to laugh.
Melissa got up and walked toward the door.
"Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight," he replied.
After he finished a little browsing on his phone, Corey set it down and turned off the light. He grabbed some Kleenex and pulled his pajamas down. He closed his eyes and pictured Olivia's naked body as he stroked his dick. He re-lived the activity from earlier in the day. He imagined he was touching Olivia's breasts and pinching her nipples. He remembered when Olivia stroked his dick. He started stroking faster as he pictured the moment when he slipped his dick into her. He had fantasized about Olivia in the past, but now he didn't have to imagine what her naked body looked like. Now, he pictured the real thing as he imagined his dick sliding in and out of her faster and faster as he stroked himself faster and faster, until he exploded into the Kleenex, grunting with each spurt.
When he finished, he threw the Kleenex toward the waste basket, not sure where it landed but not caring. He pulled up his pajamas and quickly fell asleep - with a smile on his face.
The next morning, Corey was sitting on the couch streaming a video when Melissa walked past.
"I'm heading out to help Olivia find a dress for her cousin's wedding, and then we're going to lunch. I'll see you later."
"Okay. Bye."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. When Corey opened it, he was surprised to see Gina, another of Melissa's friends.
"Hi, Corey," she said with a big smile.
"Hi, Gina. Melissa's not here."
"I know," she replied. "She's dress shopping with Olivia. I left my sunglasses in her room yesterday. Okay if I get them?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, as he went back to the couch to watch the video.
As Gina walked by, Corey couldn't help but notice how good her ass looked. She was wearing light grey yoga pants, and each round cheek was separately staring at him, with her crack clearly defined. He smiled as she disappeared around the corner, and he returned to his video.
Gina went to Melissa's room, sat on the bed, and smiled to herself as she started browsing her phone. She didn't need to look for her sunglasses; she had worn them as she drove to Corey's house and left them in the car. The lost sunglasses was just the excuse for coming over. She was there because of Corey. After what Melissa said yesterday, Gina thought it would be fun to be Corey's first.
