Chapter 23: "Touch"

Theodore’s eyes snapped open. He had just had the most vivid dream, but it was fading fast. Ky had been in it, but it wasn’t Ky, or if it was, it was a way more feminine version with long hair and a little more curves, or at least compared to what he could see normally.

He felt hot and heavy. He pulled a thick layer of blankets off of him with one hand but found the other pinned beneath something. He looked down to see Ky spread across his chest and his arm wrapped around her. He sucked in a surprised breath.

Ky wore a T-shirt and some short cut pants. He could feel skin to skin contact at their abdomens and the sudden realization woke a stiff erection. It strained against his pants and pushed against Ky’s leg that was draped down the middle of his. How was he going to get out of this one?

Ky slept soundly. The steady breath ensured she, or maybe still he after all, was deeply asleep. He ran a tentative finger through Ky’s soft short brown hair remembering how the long hair had felt in his dream. It was silky and flicked through his fingers, but Ky didn’t move. Theodore breathed a sigh of relief. If he could just inch away and untangle himself, he could keep Ky’s rouse of being a boy intact. Then they wouldn’t have to navigate an awkward conversation and things could just keep going the way they were. Still friends and no complications.

He pushed his hard length down and away from Ky’s leg with his hand. Every movement felt amazing, but this wasn’t the time to be thinking of that. He tried to free his good leg by rocking Ky’s body to the side. Ky responded by throwing a hand across his chest, lifting a leg towards his crotch, and nuzzling his neck with small murmuring words.

The hot breath on his neck tickled him in a good way. One that made his mind focus on the body lying against him. The hand across his chest pulled Ky even closer to him and it was probably his imagination but maybe those were breasts pressing into his chest. The worst part, or possibly the best part, was how Ky’s leg settled in just beneath his crotch applying light pressure to his balls and the base of his erection.

Theodore squeezed his eyes shut. The hand shielding Ky from his length felt so good, it wouldn’t take much to finish the job. He released it before those thoughts went too far.

“Ky?” He whispered. He brushed a bit of hair back as he waited for a response. When none came, he repeated, “Ky?”

Ky didn’t move.

“Kari?” He asked tentatively.

Ky murmured something against his neck. Her lips tickled and kiss him lightly driving him wild.

“Ky, please stop,” he pleaded in a breathy whisper. He didn’t want it to stop but he knew it was probably the right thing to say.

Ky’s nose nuzzled him as she settled down. This time, his mind was swinging permanently towards Ky as a girl. He didn’t think he could see her any other way after that dream and how she felt against him. He was as hard as steel and every movement was bringing him closer to the edge. He could feel every inch of her hips. If Ky was a boy, he would be surprised. That made this even worse. Ky had pressed her whole body against him and Ky was a girl and one he liked. One he liked very much and he didn’t want to screw this up.

Theodore used his trapped hand to smooth her shirt down over her back. The cloth between them was so thin. He couldn’t help himself from exploring the subtle curve of her sides to her small hips. His fingers curled around the front of her exposed hip bone that pressed into his stomach.

A hot breath escaped Ky’s lips and she nuzzled him again. Her free hand came up to his neck as she hugged him, moving her body in a wave of pressure exciting him further as she moved against him.

Frustration overtook him. This was so unfair. How could she hold him like this and he couldn’t do anything?

“Ky, please, you’re killing me.”

Ky rubbed her nose against his neck and tightened her hold on him. Her lips kissed his neck and even a bit of tongue licked at him. Her hand drifted lower, sliding against his chest and over his abdomen. His cock throbbed.

“Ky…” He lifted his hand to her cheek and turned her face to him. He couldn’t resist her delicate face in her hands. He pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and sweet. She pecked little kisses to his lips and sucked on the bottom one, drawing it into her mouth. He could feel her teeth on it as she gently pulled and released it.

How far was this going to go? When should he stop her? His loins told him to go for it, but his brain wondered if she was even awake. Ky was never this bold.

He held her face in his hands as he received her little kisses against his lips. She trailed them down to his jaw and toward his neck again.

“Ky,” he exhaled. “Tell me what to do.”

Her hand slid lower over his pants. He was too distracted to notice until she suddenly gripped his length. Her hand was strong and tight on him drawing a sudden surprised moan from his lips. It felt so good, he was just on the edge, but Ky was definitely never this bold. There was no way she knew what she was doing to him. He reluctantly pulled her hand away and held it up.

“Ky,” he said sharply.

She pulled back and blinked up at him, finally waking.

“Theodore?” She looked down at her hand where he held her at the wrist and then back to his face. “What’s going on?”

Theodore sighed. He knew it. He knew she wasn’t awake. “It’s nothing. I was trying to wake you so I can get up to pee.”

Ky blinked. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize…”

“It’s fine.” He released her hand. He hesitated as he fought with his desire then slid her off his chest. He fumbled from the tent as quickly as he could and limped off into the trees leaving her with a perplexed look on her face.

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