Good girl. You can move when you’re entirely covered in shadow.
“But…”
And not a second sooner.
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Playdate with Popcorn, Part Five
Popcorn pulled me underneath her and continued to kiss me, guiding my hands to remove her dress. Her breasts were probably a full cup size or two larger than mine and I tried not to grope like a teenaged boy, but I had never encountered breasts that size in person that still had sweet little nipples.
I leaned up and she guided my head to suck on them as she removed my clothes. Once I was undressed, she reached down between my legs and started to stroke at my slit. It was sort of cute, how she slowly started to figure out what she was doing, tried to reverse what she liked so she was giving it instead of delivering it.
She shifted herself so she was grinding against my cunt, sort of scissoring me with her panties still on and I placed my hands on her shoulders. Pulling her closer, I kissed her neck as she worked herself on me.
She angled herself up and my fingers wandered to her pussy. Suddenly, though, she started laughing. When I gave her a questioning look, she clarified:
“Sorry. You just found my clit much faster than boys do.”
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
– Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit.