The Book of Firsts

Fourteen

Autumn had made inroads on the trees around the Student Council President’s garden, giving far less cover. Before climbing the wall on the Tuesday next, I walked around judging sight lines. The T-junction shaped nook of trees meant I could hide from sight to eat my lunch, but without the shielding top canopy, it would be wise to get over the wall efficiently.

When the app signalled the arrival of the day’s challenger, I climbed the trees, but paused among the partially denuded branches to check out the sight lines, and then lowered myself back down again. Without shielding leaves, this spot would be more visible than I liked. Shifting several metres to my left, I climbed back up again, and then paused to get a good estimate of whether anyone would be able to see me when the trees were bare.

Bran was sitting on the picnic table, and watched me without reaction as I craned my neck, then moved along the wall and peered about again.

"Should be okay," I said, after jumping down. "I think I found a point where only someone walking into that dead end would see."

He didn’t comment, only standing and offering me the earbud again. Not The Blue Danube again, thankfully, but the beginning of a series of more modern music suitable for waltzing.

"Did you practice?"

"Not assiduously, but I think I’ve improved."

He nodded. "With the basic footwork embedded, you can start to pay attention to posture. Don’t worry about our movement around the floor: as long as you follow my lead you won’t hit anything. Try to keep your eyes on my face."

That was far easier said than done, not because I was having any trouble remembering the steps, but because Bran seemed to have misplaced the atmosphere of the waltz, and found the tango instead. All I could see when I looked into his eyes was: "I am going to fuck you".

Relieved that he’d abandoned his reluctance, I did my best to keep my feet in line, and my eyes full of a calm: "Come and try it". Waltzing, I decided, was kind of fun.

The third track was a torch song version of Crazy for You. Bran said: "Slow dance time," and drew me all the way to his chest, pressing me so close we were cheek to cheek. "There’ll be a few of these, to give the students who don’t know anything more complicated a chance to be on the dance floor."

As he spoke, one hand slid under my shirt to unhook my bra. I started to draw back a little, but he had an arm firmly trapping my waist, so I compromised by undoing his belt. He unfastened my skirt and tossed it casually toward the nearest piece of garden furniture.

It isn’t possible to undress fully while dancing cheek to cheek, but with occasional pauses we ended up wearing only our shirts, socks and underpants by the time the music changed. Then we waltzed again, with Bran occasionally letting go of my waist in order to undo another button of my shirt. When the last notes died away, he took the earbud out of my ear and dropped his phone on the café table, and then pulled my shirt and unfastened bra off with considerable efficiency. He threw them in a random direction and pushed me gently backward.

The picnic table was a few metres behind me, and I realised he wanted me to sit on it and did so, then lifted myself up a little when he immediately tugged at my underpants. These were also flung randomly away, but he slowed down when he reached my socks, and drew them off far less hastily.

Holding my right foot, he dropped both socks to the ground, and then looked at me. Just looking, I think, at completely naked me, in that very exposed position. Then he looked at my foot and licked the little hollow below my ankle before putting his lips to it.

This felt very strange, not quite tickling, and I shifted a little, but made myself stay still. When he raised his head, I could see the blotchy mark he’d left, unexpectedly large.

Still holding my foot, Bran stepped forward, then shifted his grip to my knee, and moved forward again, bending as he did so. I had to admit that I quivered a little in shock. Despite the content of our next challenge, and the things I’d done with Kyou and Rin during this stage, I wasn’t expecting Bran to jump ahead.

His lips fastened on my inner thigh, not where I was anticipating, though the sucking sensation was remarkably effective at making me squirm. Nor did he let up any time soon, only switching to my other thigh when I swear, he’d have to have left a permanent imprint.

When he finally straightened up, he bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips before he stepped back, and I could immediately see he’d grown right out of the top of his boxer-briefs. Expressionlessly, I stepped forward, but instead of stripping him I marked his shoulder just as I had Rin and Kyou. When I bent to do the second mark, I could see that his hands were clenching and unclenching at his side as he held himself as still as possible.

Kneeling, I looked up at him, and saw that he was staring at the far wall. The muscles in his stomach juddered when I started to draw his briefs down, and I decided not to drag things out too much longer, slipping his socks off neatly as part of the process. Then I straightened, put my lips on the pure alabaster of his hip, and began to suck.

I’d barely made a mark before Bran backed away, then turned and walked hurriedly around the far side of the summer house. The sound of the hose told me he’d decided he needed an immediate cold shower, though I couldn’t decide whether this meant he had more willpower than Rin and Kyou, or less. I hesitated over how to react, but then shrugged and found my clothing.

Bran seemed intent on hosing himself forever, so I climbed over the wall and went to see if I could win a seat in the library.

Scoring was again difficult. I decided I liked Kyou’s session most of all, not least because when we’d strayed over the lines, he’d made sure to satisfy me as well. It was much harder to differentiate between Rin and Bran. In the end I decided on Bran, purely for the advantage given by his dancing.