Chapter 3_Now suck gently

The heat of the afternoon clung to my skin like a second layer. Kai thought the perfect way to cool off was to stay outdoor, under the sun and lick an ice-cream. Rambling something about 'giving the sun a middle finger by chilling in its presence'

We sat on swing seats in his backyard licking our second round of ice cream.

“You know,” I said, eyeing him sideways, “if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to fatten me up so no one else would want me.”

Kai leaned back lazily, legs spread, licking a trail of vanilla off his thumb. “You say that like anyone but me has a chance.”

"What? Is that a jab or is there something I'm missing?" I asked confused.

He smirked saying nothing, leaving me turning the wheels in my head.

I turned back to my ice-cream trying to look unfazed.

The tip had started melting, dripping down the side.

I took a slow swipe at it, careful not to smear.

Kai’s silence made me glance at him.

He was watching me.

Hard.

“What?” I asked, self-conscious. "Did I smear it on my face"

“You really don’t know what that looks like, do you?”

"What? What is it?" I asked confused at his cryptic statements.

He nodded towards my ice-cream. I stared at my ice-cream confused before the pieces came together.

"It's just ice cream you perv" I chuckled nervously. Kai knew how to turn the most innocent activity into sin.

"No it's not, not when you suck it like that" he smirked "you're making love to that ice-cream"

"And you're disgusting Kai Anderson" I taunted, secretly loving this sudden attention.

Kai never used sexual innuendos and me in one sentence. It was like an invisible boundary he never crossed. Me opening my huge mouth to ask him to sleep with me probably destroyed that boundary.

"I'm just saying it as it is lil birdie" he said going back to his cone.

"Teach me" I sprung out. There was no going back from this.

"Hmmm?" He hummed licking his ice-cream.

I pointed at my ice-cream cone. "Teach me how to lick something and make a guy lose his freaking mind" I said straight faced.

My heartbeat increased every second he looked at me, dumbfounded. I was putting all my cards on the table for this one.

He blinked once. Then Twice. Then leaned dangerously close to me, eyes darker than a few seconds ago.

"We're playing that game lil birdie?"

I didn’t back down. Couldn't back down now. “Don’t be shy, Anderson. Aren’t you the big bad sex god of the school? What's a little hands on practical with your best friend gonna do?"

He chuckled under his breath. "Fine birdie." He reached for my hand.

"Hold it like this, firm yet gentle" I fumbled, my hands generating a brain of her own.

His fingers wrapped around mine adjusting my grip on the cone.

"Now look at like you want it and not afraid of it.

"Like I want it" I echoed blushing.

"Yeah" he murmured voice thick. "Now lick it birdie. Slowly. Tease it"

I brought the cone to my lips, heart beating fast. taking a gentle lick of the melting edge.

Kai watched my every move, eyes dilated.

"Slower" he said. Voice low. "Now suck gently, just the tip"

I looked at him, confirming that this sinful feeling was mutual.

"Do it" He said.

I followed his instructions

"Fuck. Wren" he cussed. Visibly affected by this moment.

"Yes Kai? Did i do well?" I asked feigning innocence yet feeling pride from the effect I had on him.

"Yes. You're a little good girl Wren Sinclair"

I smiled. Pants soaked.

We stared at each other for a heated few seconds, speaking with our eyes. Confirming that that was wild.

Kai chuckled under his breath as he ruffled my hair.

"Movie? It's scorching hot out here" Kai motioned to the door.

"Kai Anderson, are you about to take me into your house and ravish me?" I whispered. sarcastic.

Kai looked at me like I had gone crazy.

"Oh my god yes Wren, you're so freaking hot and I can't wait to spread you on my bed and do unspeakable things to you." He teased. "The new episode of High girl is out and I know you'd have my head if I saw it without you, so this is me being the best best friend in the world"

"Woohoo! Tell me you have snacks Anderson, it's show time!" I squealed running into the house.

We sat on his bed, popcorn in a  bowl.

Eyes fixated on the TV screen we dipped our hand into the bowl at intervals, fingers bumping into each other.

I shifted slightly. The glow from the TV flickered across our faces, and for a moment, the room felt quieter than it should’ve been.

On-screen, the female lead, some daring, wild-eyed Parisian girl, curled her fingers between her thighs with a gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank into the sheets. It wasn’t graphic, but it was intimate, raw in a way that made the air in Kai’s room feel thicker.

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. He hadn’t flinched. Of course he hadn’t. Kai was used to this kind of scene. he probably rolled his eyes at girls faking orgasms. Meanwhile, I was over here, heart pounding, skin buzzing like I’d swallowed static.

I didn’t even know if what she was feeling was real. I didn’t even know what feeling was supposed to feel like.

I swallowed, shifting on the bed again. “Can I ask something… personal?”

Kai glanced at me, amused. “Birdie, you asked me to have sex with you. The bar for personal is non-existent.”

Fair point.

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, eyes still locked on the screen even though the scene had moved on. “What’s it supposed to feel like?”

He blinked once. “What is?”

“Touching yourself.”

That made him pause. The weight of the room shifted immediately. His body stilled beside me, only his eyes moving, slowly turning toward me with a mix of surprise and… something deeper.

“You’re really asking me that?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded, eyes now glued to my lap. “It doesn’t feel like anything when I try. Just awkward.”

Kai sat up straighter, angling toward me like the conversation demanded a different level of presence. He didn’t tease. Didn’t smirk. Just… looked.

“You want to feel something?” he asked carefully.

“I want to know how to do it right.”

He didn’t speak immediately. His jaw ticked barely, like he was weighing every possible consequence of this moment. Then he exhaled and tilted his head, voice gentler than I expected.

“You trust me, right?”

I nodded helplessly.

but he didn’t move. He was still waiting, for words, verbal confirmation, not gestures.

“I trust you,” I whispered, and only then did he let out a breath, quiet but heavy.

“Okay,” Kai said. “Then let’s start there.”

He reached for the remote and muted the TV. Just like that, the room went completely quiet. no background voices, no voices to distract from the pulse hammering in my ears. I could hear everything: the soft hum of the fan, my own shallow breaths.

Kai shifted, turning his body to face mine fully. He wasn’t smirking. He wasn’t teasing. His face was calm  careful, almost scared. like he was handling a fire he knew could scorch.

“Tell me what you’ve done,” he said gently.

I curled my legs beneath me, hugging my knees to my chest. “I tried, like… just rubbing. And a vibrator once. But I don’t know. It felt like something was supposed to happen, but it didn’t.”

His brows drew together slightly, not in judgment. more like he was solving a puzzle.

“And fingers?”

I hesitated. “Yeah. That too. But it just… felt like pressure. Not pleasure.”

Kai leaned back on one hand, his other resting on his thigh. His shirt pulled slightly, revealing a sliver more skin, but he didn’t seem to notice. I did. God, I did.

“Okay,” he said after a pause. “That's normal birdie. It's not always magic from the start. Especially when you're over thinking it."

I nodded my head, resigned.

“Wren, your body doesn’t owe you instant fireworks. It’s not a vending machine.” He ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right words. “.You have to explore, figure out what your body likes. Not what you think it's supposed to like.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. “But how do I find that?”

Kai was quiet for a beat. Then he said, “Come here.”

My stomach dropped.

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“Relax,” he said softly. “I’m not gonna do anything. Just… come sit in front of me.”

I hesitated, my body frozen in a mix of terror and curiosity. But then I moved. Slowly, cautiously, I scooted closer, sitting cross-legged between his knees.

He didn’t touch me. He just sat there, his grey eyes studying mine, like he was making sure I was still okay. I was… not okay. I was buzzing. My skin felt like it was sparking under invisible fingertips.

“I’m gonna ask you questions,” he said. “And you’ll answer honestly. You can stop me if you feel uncomfortable birdie.”

I nodded.

“What kind of touch makes you shiver?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Like… goosebumps. From something simple. A hand on your back? Fingers in your hair? Breathing on your neck?”

The answer came faster than I expected. “Hair. Ears And neck. Definitely neck.”

He nodded like he was filing that away in some mental journal.

“Okay,” he said. “What about textures? Soft, firm, warm, cool?”

“Warm. Soft,” I whispered.

Kai smiled, but it wasn’t smug. It was fond. “You like gentle.”

“I think so,” I said.

He leaned in slightly, not touching, not even brushing but his proximity was enough to make my lungs forget how to work.

“You’re already learning,” he said quietly. “Just by listening to your body. That’s the first step.”

I stared at him. His face was so close. Too close. My thoughts were blurring at the edges.

“You don’t need to rush anything,” he continued. “But when you try again… go slow. Don’t aim for the finish line. Just… explore. Think of it as getting to know yourself."

I nodded, my heart hammering.

"Do you need help?"