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Greyson

A loud knock reverberates across the room making me wipe my sw eaty hands down my jeans. Inhaling a breath, I stand from the kitchen stool and make my way toward the door.

Glancing at myself in the mirror that’s in the entryway, I run a shaky hand through my hair as I will the nerves to calm.

Fuck, why am I so nervous?

Maybe because today is the day a new adventure begins, an adventure that’s going to change my life.

The door knocks again, and I give myself a mental pep talk as I extend my hand, clasping it around the metal doorknob before twisting it open to reveal Lilly standing there with a smile on her face.

Clearing my throat, I open the door wider. “Hi.” I say, my throat still sounding a little clogged.

She giggles. “Hi.”

I smile, gesturing for her to come in. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

She laughs as s he walks past me. “Well, thank you, kind sir.” She bows.

I chuckle as I close the door behind me. “Uh, so…” I don’t know what to say.

“Phase one.” She says, taking one of two tote bags off her shoulder and handing it over to me.

Grabbing it from her hand, I grunt from the heaviness. “What the fuck is in here?” I ask, going to peer inside.

“Books.”

“Books?” I repeat.

“Uh-huh,” she nods with a grin. “So, are we doing this in the entry hall, or are we going somewhere more private?”

Clearing my throat, I glance around and say. “Uh, somewhere private.”

“Well, lead the way then.” She smiles.

Clearing my throat again, I gesture for her to follow me upstairs. Opening my bedroom door, I walk in and wait until she’s inside before closing the door and locking it behind me. None of the boys are home currently, but they’ll soon start returning, and I didn’t want any of them to disturb us.

“Ugh, I missed you,” Lilly hums as she walks directly over to the typewriter, then she turns to look at me. “You kept the paper in there?”

“Yeah,” scratching the nape of my neck, I walk toward my bed and place the bag down. “So, the books?”

“Ahh, yeah.” She chuckles, walking over to me.

Grabbing the bag, she flips it upside down and a mountain of books cascades over my blue comforter. It’s been almost a week s ince I asked her to tutor me in sex, and I don’t know why I’m so anxious about starting “phase one” as she called it.

And it’s got me questioning how many phases there’s going to be.

“Right,” she starts, picking up a book and opening it. “As you can see, Callie has tabbed them,” she turns the book to the side showing colorful tabs, the same tabs I use for studying. “But we’re only going to focus on one color.”

I look at her. “Uh, one color?”

“Yes,” she nods, flipping to a page. “Here she’s written down some stuff, but we’re going to focus on the spicy tabs, which are the darkest blue ones.”

I nod, looking down at the six colored tabs and what’s written beside them.

They’re all blue, but in different shades.

Cute / sweet.

Sad / heartbreaking.

Funny / quotes.

Wtf / plot twist.

Relatable.

Spicy.

“Wait,” scrunching my eyebrows together, I grab a book from the bed and flip through it. “We’re focusing on spicy food?”

Because since when did books about spice have illustrated covers, or half naked men on the front of them?

“No,” she shakes her head, laughing. “Spicy in book world means smut. Don’t worry, I had to ask Callie the same thing.”

“Smut?” I’m even more confused now.

“Sex scenes.”

“ Oh .”

There are sex scenes in books?

Finding the first dark blue tab, she flips it to that page and glances down at it. “Now, read a few books,” extending it to me, I take it from her hand. “And we’ll recap after, okay?”

Uh… “Sure?”

“I’ll be over at your desk, admiring Albert.” She grins, turning to walk in that direction.

“Albert?” It comes out in confusion as I look at her.

“Yeah,” smiling, she points to the typewriter. “Thought I’d name him, and Albert seemed like a fitting name.”

I just nod my head and don’t reply…weird girl.

With the book in hand, I take a seat at the top of my bed, lean my back against the headboard, and cross my ankles together before opening the book to read the “spicy” scenes.

***

Hours later, many books read, and a fucking hard on I can’t get rid of, all I have to say is… what the actual fuck .

“Wait, I have a question.” Lilly says as she runs her fingers along Albert, the typewriter.

Who the fuck names inanimate objects?

Lilly Jackson, that’s who.

“Hmm?”

“Has a girl ever sucked your cock?”

Choking on air, I snap the book in my hand shut and place it on my lap. How is this girl so bold with her questions?

“Why do you say cock and not dick, penis or I don’t know, willy?”

She laughs loud, tilting her head back. “Willy?” She looks at me. “Who the fuck calls their cock a willy?”

“British people.” I shrug.

“Interesting… willy, ” she giggles. “It sounds like such a weird word…willy, willy, willy—”

“Omg, you can stop repeating it.” Chuckling, I push myself to the edge off the bed.

I’m not even going to bother telling her about the song Michael from my group home showed me once, the song is literally called “Willy bum bum” and if I pulled it on for her to listen to, she’d die of laughter.

“Sorry.” Still laughing, she wipes tears from the corner of her eyes.

It’s not that funny.

Sighing, I stand from the bed with the book in hand and make my way over to her. Slamming it down on the desk, she jumps and glares at me.

“Okay, so I’ve read like twelve books.”

“And?” She asks, leaning back and tilting her head to look at me.

“And what?” Does she want me to tell her, or even show her how fucking hard my dick is right now? I’m having to subtly adjust it in my sweats so it’s not that obvious.

“Did you learn anything?”

You could say that.

Turns out girls love to be praised, a mong other things that are unfortunately going to be imbedded in my mind for the rest of my life.

“Sure,” I nod, and she huffs, twisting in the chair to look at me. “What?” I ask.

“Okay…” pursing her lips, she chews her cheek. “When a girl is close to having an orgasm, what should you not do?”

“Uh, don’t let her orgasm?”

“No!” Whisper shouting at me, she stands up. “You don’t stop, Greyson! When she’s close to having an orgasm, don’t stop!”

“Don’t stop,” I nod. “But, in the book…” I point down to the one I placed before her. “He uh, he stopped and made her beg?”

“Huh?” She looks at me confused and grabs the book from the desk, opening it.

Her eyebrows scrunch together as she reads, and her eyes widen slightly at some of the scenes.

It’s porn. Its full descriptive fucking porn written in black ink on paper.

And people love this?

“Oh, wow,” she gasps. “Okay…interesting…what the fuck?” Slamming the book down, she keeps her hand there to further shut it. “What kind of fucking books does Callie read? Holy shit.”

“If you think that one is bad…” I walk over to the bed, picking up the fourth one I read. “This one,” I say, shoving it in her hand. “He stabbed his knife into the mattress and made her ride the handle of it.”

“ Knife? ” She squeaks out, eyes widening. “Omg,” she gasps. “Callie’s done me over here,” she shakes her head. “No wonder she looked so smug, I bet that was her ploy all along.”

I chuckle, leaning against the desk. “ What exactly did say the reason for wanting the books was for?”

She takes a deep breath, leaning back against the desk beside me. “I just said I wanted them for research purposes.”

“Does she think you’re going to ride a knife?” I can’t help but laugh. “Omg,” eyes widening, I push myself off the desk and face her. “Do you think she has ridden a knife?”

Lilly shakes her head, grimacing. “I can’t,” she pushes herself off the desk too. “Holy fuck,” she breathes out, lifting her hands above her head and taking a deep breath in before looking at me. “Have you got popcorn?”

“Popcorn?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “I feel like I need popcorn, and I need it pronto.”

I chuckle. “Yes, we should have some in the pantry, come on.”