He does his best not to seem Too Keen. "I would be interested, if you were willing."

"Would you mind if I changed in here? It's such a pain to go into and out of the bedroom."

"I wouldn't mind."

She goes into the bedroom and fetches out the intimate apparel she's designed. It's a profusion of lace and satin and silk, very hard to resolve into individual items. 

"You certainly know you're way around fabric."

"Thank you!"

She begins to strip: slowly, gracefully, every movement deliberate. It is not at all like a striptease; it seems very ordinary, like he's watching her undress in her own room, except that she moves as smoothly as a dancer. Her breasts are small and round, her nipples tiny and erect, her thighs soft and creamy-white; she has a thatch of dark hair between her legs.

He is very carefully trying to look like he's not looking. There's no way she isn't doing this deliberately, but there's no reason not to maintain plausible deniability until they can't.

"What do you think?" she says. She's wearing a silk chemise, light pink, with lace and floral trimmings arranged to draw the eye to the places that it's not at all doing a good job of covering. It's nearly transparent. He can see her stockings, and the lace garters holding them up; the garters against her pale skin make it look even paler.

"The floral trimmings really add something. Gives it a good texture," he says, carefully only talking about the clothes.

"You can touch it if you like. It's very smooth."

He can follow instructions. He keeps his touch very light, just skimming over the fabric with no pressure. "It really is. What fabric is this?"

"Silk."

Jing Yi feels the sudden impulse to kiss her. His mouth begins to move towards her lips without his permission. 

Plausible deniability has a lot going for it-- but she didn't invite him to her apartment by accident. She didn't strip in front of him by accident.

He kisses her.

Kissing women is quite different than kissing men.

For one thing, there's not the roughness you get on the cheeks of even the most stubborn queans. Evie's skin is as soft as the silk she's wearing. For another, she's passive, pliant and limp, waiting for him to lead the kiss, at a point where Nigel would have put his tongue inside Jing Yi's mouth and his hands in Jing Yi's hair. But her mouth is warm and she sighs under him in pleasure. 

If he has to lead the way, he is quite willing to do that. And there's something about kissing someone who is pliant but happy. It's a different sensation, and a little bit unnerving, her staying still with pressure instead of moving into it-- but it has its appeals.

How does she feel about him trying to hold her close?

She moves with him.

She's very small, even fragile; it feels like he could easily break her. 

All the more reason to treat her gently, as something precious and delicate like her silk flowers.

An impulse appears in his brain, almost like a voice whispering in some internal ear: it would be very nice to take her to the bedroom. The bed is soft and he could lie down with her on the bed and feel her pressed up against him and maybe things could go a little farther. Of course they can't go all the way, Evie is a nice girl, lingerie decisions aside. But maybe she would let him touch her a bit, before she stopped him. She's very willing in his arms.

He could resist the impulse, if he wanted to. It's just there, as a thought. 

It would be very nice, is the thing. And he is almost certain she isn't unwilling-- her actions couldn't have been accident, etc.

He leads her to the bedroom, in a mutant half-remembered waltz from when he had to learn how to for a part. At no point does his lips leave her face.

Fortunately, Evie is a very talented follow, and one nice thing about being a talented follow with an inexperienced lead is that they can get the lead exactly where they want them.

For example, where Evie wants Jing Yi is on the bed with his arms wrapped around her and his body pressed into hers.

The thing about dance is that it's a collaboration, and series of "yes, and--" with some formal trappings laid over it.

He's quite happy to end up on the bed. And oh, look. Evie has a neck he can access more easily here.

A neck is certainly a thing that Evie has, and kissing it makes her make genuine sounds for the first time-- soft and whimpery like they've been pulled out from her lips against her will, like she doesn't want to admit to Jing Yi quite how much he's arousing her or how easily he could convince her to make a decision she doesn't quite want to make. 

Those are some good sounds. Very good sounds.

He should be well-behaved. Be a gentleman.

What he actually does is see if kissing collar bones makes her make similar sounds.

Mmm it very much does. And now she's also squirming a little bit.

With the way they're pressed together-- not to mention how barely-there her clothing is-- she's got to be able to feel that he's hard. But she's not recoiling away from it or stopping him; in fact, the way she squirms is providing a bit too much friction against his cock to be accidental. The chemise rises up, showing a few inches of her softly rounded stomach. 

She has to know. She has to like it, if she's acting like this.

(She's so beautiful, so wonderful, and she actually wants him--)

Two can play the not-quite-plausibly-deniable squirming game.

One of the very interesting features of this chemise is that it's loose enough that it's not at all difficult to tug it down and start kissing Evie's breasts while still maintaining plausible deniability that you intended to kiss her collarbone and she still has all of her clothes, such as they are, safely on her body.

It's a very convenient design feature! More clothes should feature it. (Like his. He is acutely aware he is wearing too many clothes, and that if-- hypothetically-- they needed to come off, it would be a whole goddamn production.)

Her breasts are warm and soft under his mouth. Somehow the skin is even smoother than the rest of her skin? It's impressive and a little distracting.

Whimper whimper whimper tremble.

The straps are falling down Evie's shoulders and the chemise is riding up and in general it is currently covering about three inches of her ribcage, not that Evie has remarked on this fact in any way.

And now there are two nipples right there, pink and ready to be kissed and touched.

Well, there's no reason not to see if she likes his mouth on them.

Her back arches off the bed. 

(This is not, needless to say, a reaction Jing Yi has ever gotten before when he put his mouth on someone's nipples, since every time before it was with a man.) 

That is a much more impressive reaction than he would have expected! (And definitely provokes no longing, no desire to know what it's like and feel it like that. Definitely.)

"You're wonderful, you know that?"

"Mm. Thank you. You're wonderful too." She looks so languid and happy lying there on the bed. 

eeeeeee she thinks he's wonderful! ...she could also just be being polite and echoing him, but she's doing that on a bed while only technically clothed, so.

He kisses her neck again. "I'll admit to not being an expert, here."

"Your first time necking with a girl?" she says, as if necking is absolutely the thing that they're doing.

Technically everyone still has their clothes on, which makes it necking. It's cast iron logic. "You could say that."

"It's a pity your neck is all covered with a collar."

He fumbles one handed to half unbutton his shirt. "I really don't know why we bother with these things."

"Shirts are an entirely unnecessary invention," she agrees, and helps him take it the rest of the way off, followed by his undershirt, which is surely what he intended all along. 

"Says the fashion designer!"

"Dresses for everyone, I say. Much more... accessible."

"That's the smart move. Skirts are just much more convenient."

Evie very delicately places kisses on Jing Yi's neck and shoulders and chest.

Ooh, activity and not just pliability: that's interesting and new.

Gentle hair stroke while she does that?

She seems to like that!

Her kisses are feather-light, barely a brush of her lips against his skin.

Noted! He plans to continue doing that.

It's almost ticklish, but it's good. The one flaw is it's kind of hard to kiss her without getting in her way.

She notices and adjusts herself and now she's flat on her back and he can do whatever he likes with her.

He has so many options now.

He kisses her neck, while running a thumb over her nipple.

She returns to making very soft noises like she can't keep herself from making them.

Those are some very good sounds.

His hand starts to wander downwards, towards her hip.

She doesn't stop him.

The noises get a little louder, a little more enthusiastic, like she's losing herself under his hands and mouth.

Well there's no reason not to escalate then.

The hand rests on her thigh, as he remembers he doesn't actually know what he's doing.

She moans more loudly; her back arches; "please," she whispers, "please, please," and then she shudders in what is recognizably an orgasm.

He has very little clue what exactly he did there, but there's still a warm glow of being the one who gave Evie that.

"That's impressive."

Her orgasm does not at all seem to have made her less eager. In fact, she's trying ineffectually to grind against his arm.

He laughs, but it sounds mostly awed. "So greedy."

This seems like it would be easier with his hand, instead.

Evie gasps and rocks up against his hand.

His fingers seem to know, almost intuitively, where they're supposed to go.

Oh, that's much easier than he expected it to be. He expected to have no clue, but his fingers just go where they're meant to and Evie seems to be enjoying it so much.

The underwear is a barely-there, wispy thing. It would be very easy to take it off. Evie might not even notice.

Okay, let's be realistic, she will totally notice, she's just probably not going to stop him.

She lifts up her hips to help him, in fact. 

It's very nice of her! And presumably not having fabric in the way makes things feel better.

How much familiarity does Jing Yi happen to have with vulvas?

He Is Broadly Aware Of Their Existence.

This is the first time he has encountered one in person, as such.

Her cunt is warm and wet and even before he puts his fingers in her vagina her labia surround his finger on all sides. It reminds him of nothing so much as some kind of odd animal, a mollusk perhaps, one of those species that hasn't evolved for thousands of years. But unlike touching a mollusk, which is slimy and gross, stroking down Evie's cunt-- from her hard little clitoris to the entrance of her vulva-- sends a wave of pleasure through him unlike anything he's ever experienced, a kind of rightness he's never felt when touching a dick. 

It's kind of startling. Not that he's never enjoyed giving someone else pleasure, of course. But there was never that sense of rightness, the sense of being made for this. Millions of years of evolution and an unbroken chain of people doing this, and him continuing that legacy.

Is this how straight people feel all the time?

The intuitive sense of what Jing Yi should be doing thinks that he should be concentrating attention on Evie's clit right now. Little circles around it, at a steady pace. 

Well, his intuitive sense hasn't steered him wrong thus far!

It doesn't feel quite like he expected it to, but he's not quite sure what he actually expected it to feel like. But it feels good. Fleshy. ...in the way where 'fleshy' feels like a far too crude word for something that is actually nice.

She whimpers and bites her lip and throws her head back. 

Her hand finds Jing Yi's dick and starts to play with it through his pants.

That's as good a reason as any to try and get these pants off in as graceful and elegant manner as possible.

...

"These are worse than shirts," he says, while in a one handed fight with this own belt buckle.

"The best packages come in wrapping."

He laughs. "That's half the fun of Christmas." And he finally manages to undo his belt.

And now she can stroke his dick much more easily.

She certainly can! Though this is not improving his coordination at either touching her or getting the pants completely off.

Aw, maybe she should wait for his pants to be off.

It's very unfair they live in a world where there is not limitless coordination.

But now the pants are off.

And now handjob.

She has an unerring tendency to touch his dick exactly as he wants it to be touched.

It's quite impressive. He has no idea how she just knows, but she does, and it seems rude to look a gift horse in the mouth.

There is lots of helpless kissing of her neck in lieu of words.

She brings him right up close to the edge and... stops.

He is Dignified and Stoic and definitely does not make a high pitched whining noise.

Well, let's try that a second time. And a third.

(It is getting increasingly difficult to think through the haze of pleasure.)

Thinking is overrated when there's an Evie right there.

Mm. Maybe his hand can be put on her cunt again now that he's too fucked stupid to be thinking about things like "women aren't supposed to be aggressive."

Women aren't meant to be aggressive? He's meant to care about what people are supposed to do anyway? This seems very irrelevant compared to the fact that Evie has a cunt and he has a hand and these things can be combined.

Good boy. 

Hell yes he's very good, but Evie is better.

An impulse tickles at the back of Jing Yi's mind: he should eat her out. It would be a very good idea. His mouth starts kissing her thighs without his permission.

He isn't sure exactly what he's doing, but instinct and enthusiasm has served him well so far.

And now instinct and enthusiasm (and a little bit of mind control) say he should be licking at her clit instead of just touching it with his hands. 

Well, he has no reason not to do that?

And now she is whimpering again and tightening her thighs around his head.

Whimpering is very good.

And he bets Increased Enthusiasm will only Increase The Whimpering.

Mm, yes.

Her cunt tastes very good, in a way that's hard to describe. It quenches a thirst deep inside him, like water when you've been outside in the heat running for an hour. 

Have straight people been doing this all the time? Except probably no, and a lot of this is likely just Evie. But still.

It's not even that eating her out is sexy. He's enjoyed sucking people off before, of course, he's gotten hard doing it, but in this his dick seems totally irrelevant. It is satisfying in some sort of deep way, like a full stomach or being cozy in bed when it's warm outside; and there's very much the sense that to continue to be satisfied his lips and tongue will continue to need to work on her clit. 

And why would he do anything else? There's no reason not to chase that bone deep satisfaction.

It feels, in a certain literal sense, like he is eating her; he's filling his mouth with her, the scent and the taste and the warmth of her body, and it's filling him up with a warm sort of glow. You are, as they say, what you eat, and he's eating Evie and he's going to become Evie, his entire mind and body reshaped to be her. 

There's food-as-pleasure and food-as-source-of-nourishment, and this is both. He is consuming and being filled, and in some ways he is being consumed too, being sculpted and reshaped by this feast.

Time passes, somewhere in between seconds and hours, and all of it blurs together into a pleasurable haze. His lips and tongue are tired but that's not important.

He could do this all day. ...mentally. Physically is more in question but he does not care.

Jing Yi has, of course, read his Freud or at least popularizers thereof, and he's aware that clitoral orgasms are immature and unsatisfying compared to the true feminine vaginal orgasm. Although Evie, judging from her moans, seems significantly more confused on this point. 

--At this point he's pretty convinced Evie knows better than Freud, at least in this case.

Eventually she pulls him up and kisses him.

Kissing is also very good. (He is trying not to, ah, consume Evie's face, and is only mostly succeeding.)

It turns out all the time while he was distracted his cock was right there and hard as hell and Evie has decided to bring this fact to his attention again with her hand.

He moans into her mouth. It was irrelevant just a few moments before, but now it's very, very relevant.

It is very objectionable how touching his dick makes it harder to press her entire body up against his.

She is going to solve this problem by getting on top of him and grinding her cunt against his dick instead. 

Yes.

Yes, she should definitely do that. Maybe a lot.

His hand can be on her round soft breasts and his mouth can be on hers and she's moving back and forth and it's fine, it's just on the outside--

What would there even be to worry about--?

And then of course it slips in.

Bound to happen really, things are rather slippery really.

It feels divine.

Nothing is better than opium.

Opium feels like angels have wrapped you in blankets of euphoria, like your hands and feet are tingling with ecstasy, like there's no such thing as fear or pain. Food tastes better, music sounds better, you are relaxed and you want to slow down and feel everything. 

He stopped, because it was going to destroy him, and because he didn't much fancy dying in the gutter. But he knew he was never going to feel as good as he did that first moment he smoked opium. 

...Being inside Evie feels better.

That seems like it should be impossible, but it isn't, and it's wonderful--

There's some small part of him that's elated for being to get this from something he doesn't have to give up.

The entire universe is fuzzy and hazy except for Evie who is perfectly crystal clear, every movement and every sound and every inch of her, and it's not so much that he's not thinking as that he's thinking so so clearly about the most important thing in the world, he can feel every nerve in his dick with complete precision and every single one of them is sending its own unique exquisite perfect sensation and every one of them is pleasure good more more more--

He is completely unravelling right now, but he doesn't care, because Evie's here, Evie's surrounding him, and nothing else matters.

And then the pleasure reaches a peak and he shatters into little fragments and when the fragments are collected together he's still hard and he can stay inside her and this is not really how things work physiologically but does he care--

How things are meant to work really does not seem like something that matters right now.

The pleasure feels more ordinary now, more like fucking Ruby's ass than like otherworldly bliss, although fucking her after he's come leaves everything so intense that it's almost painful. 

While that intensity is not as good as what was happening before, it's still very good.

And he should be a gentleman, anyway, and help Evie come.

He is also capable of thinking enough to have thoughts about matters like the fact that he's never slept with a girl before and certainly never put his dick inside a girl's cunt, and there was probably a very good reason for that.

Well, it's a bit late now. Any damage that will be done, has been done.

And a gentleman makes sure a lady finishes.

Speaking of which, Evie making those beautiful little whimpering sounds she made just before she came on his tongue.

He better keep doing exactly what he is doing, then!

She shudders and he can feel her come around his dick, feel how her muscles tense and squeeze and each ripple of it through her body.

It's even more intense, but it feels so good, and there's the warm glow of knowing he made it happen.

"It's okay to come as many times as you want to," she says, "it'll just make you feel better and better-- warmer and more relaxed and happier and more in love and more sensitive-- and it'll make it all more intense-- I want you to fill me up-- I want us both to come again and again and again--"

He laughs. "I do have limits, you know." Though at the moment he doesn't entirely believe that.