With one hand and as if freeing herself from an imprisoning net, Rebeka removed the tank top she was wearing. Not only with the intention of leaving her torso bare for show. Instead of tossing the garment to the side of the bed as she usually did in the evenings whenever she felt too hot, she tucked it under her hips so that, if the odd bit of fluid leaked between her legs, it wouldn’t fall directly onto the sheets, which were harder to wash than her T-shirt.

    “Omar” she said purringly. “You can see my tits do you like them?”

   What had once been a flash of light was now permanently on display in the eyes of the young man, who was having a hard time managing his urges and desires. Fingers that had well-manicured nails painted with a discreet polish that made them look shiny moved around the circumference, from one side to the other, while kneading the flesh and also taking the opportunity to pinch the tips of the nipples.

Omar had probably seen hundreds of naked women in photos and videos circulating on the internet. However, seeing the simple, delicate, and beautiful breasts of someone he knew and saw every day made him feel something much more morbid and pleasurable than all the previous times. It was like comparing an empty glass of water in the middle of the sea with the courage brought by a cold, rich, natural lemonade in the middle of the desert.

   “Yes” he replied gawking, as his mind wandered as he tried to devise some way to be able to see such a spectacle live. Seeing and hearing was a far cry from what it represented to be able to feel skin on skin.

    “Do you want to see between my legs?”

  Plans and thoughts of jumping out of his bedroom window to run to the live caller’s house froze with the comment that brought him back to reality. Still, instead of responding with words that could not come out of his dry mouth, Omar nodded his head.

  Rebeka found it tenders the way he nodded his head, as if it were the tail of a happy puppy who, needy and hungry, anticipates receiving food.

   “You’re going to have to warm me up even more,” Rebeka said, then clasped her delicate, moistened lips with the intention of sending a good big kiss all the way to the other side of the screen.

   After the sound provoked by the girl’s lips, Omar was able to witness how she tried to lick one of her nipples with her tongue and then look back at the phone with a mischievous smile. Hardened, the flesh that crowned the two circumferences of her breasts looked darker but just as pretty, especially when the white skin made such a perfect contrast to the look.

  After ceasing to be perplexed by the situation, Omar became a man of action, which caused him to set the phone down on a small table so he could employ his hands and remove as quickly as he could the garments he still had on from the knees down.

  Rebeka could tell that the guy on the other side of the screen decided to move away from where he was to close a door that was almost on the other side of the room. That made her deduce that she couldn’t be too noisy.

   Taking advantage of Omar's getting ready, she also decided to settle in, starting by pulling her hair back and sitting on the bed. After taking a deeper breath than ever, Rebeka also pretended to hide how nervous and excited she felt, as she was willing to fulfill her boy’s desires in exchange for him to fulfill hers.

   ‘Watching porn online is not as exciting as having someone else on the other side of the screen,’ she thought, as she rubbed her palms against the sheets to make the cold sweat she was starting to feel disappear. ‘I want to get turned on little by little, enough until I build up the courage to show my pussy to a guy who isn’t even my boyfriend yet, this is electrifying. But I can’t believe he had the nerve to take it out in front of me....’

   Rebeka could see the back of Omar’s room as he prepared himself. She didn’t know if it was because her heart was pumping so hard it wanted to burst out of her chest or out of sheer curiosity, but she felt like detailing everything in there. The bed, a dresser, light blue walls, a desk with a computer and some books, a ceiling lamp, and the closet.

  Although she knew him very well, she didn't know what he had in his room. Nor was it enough to see him as he came into the world in just a few seconds. Happy, content, and grateful, Rebeka looked out of her bedroom window into the dark sky and felt content with the irrefutable fact that the night would be a long one.

  All ready and unclothed, Omar sat in front of the phone, naked, his erect member pointing toward the ceiling and overtaking his pelvic area.

   “So...” remarked Omar. “What turns you on the most?”

  Needing to focus, Rebeka first smiled at Omar’s methodical approach to engaging in open conversation.

“Well, I can start with the things that wouldn’t turn me on at all.” Since Omar seemed to be paying attention to the words, she continued her dialogue. “Seeing you taking pictures of the screen, that’s a no-no.”

   “I understand” he replied like a nice guy about to get a gift if he was good, then added. “You still haven’t told me what I have to do in order to see you... I mean, to warm you up.”

   “If you want me to show you my pussy...” said Rebeka, her heart wanting to burst out of her chest. "Start by showing me your mouth. Get close to the camera, close your eyes, and even if you think you’re doing something stupid, don’t stop. Excite me with it; pretend to kiss me; pretend to kiss my tits; pretend to lick my pussy.....

   Her words were straightforward. Omar, without a second thought, moved closer to the camera, so much so that when he opened his lips, a line of saliva could be seen, which, for her, was the nicest thing in the world. She ran her wet tongue across her teeth. Each time, she pulled it a little further out from inside her mouth to bite her lip and suck it seductively. Then she raised her hands so as to hold them in the air, imitating carrying and weighing two nice tits that she squeezed from time to time.

  With her mind in the same libidinous tune, it wasn’t hard for Rebeka to imagine the boy in front of her, there, licking her hardened nipples after giving her a passionate kiss.

   “Your breasts... they’re beautiful... I’d suck on them for days...” said Omar.

   “That’s all you’re interested in from me?” commented Rebeka playfully. “What about my lips, my heart?”

  Caught flat-footed in an act of insensitivity, Omar reproached himself for forgetting that women are more about sensations and romance. As long as he could conceal his mistake, he continued:

   “I would suck them for days too...” almost instantly. ‘Wait, the heart can’t be sucked, that sounded weird,” said the young man, who showed a surprised expression in his eyes. Aware that he had messed up, Omar decided to try to fix the situation. “No, he said that I would kiss your lips and your heart. I would give it a lot of love.”

  With every word he blurted out, Rebeka widened the smile on her lips, but not the smile in her eyes. She could swear she’d heard somewhere that boys can’t think very well when their second head is awake, ‘cause of a blood thing or something, and it seems to be true.’ She was making a mental note to restrain herself from playing with her poor boy’s mind at a time like that; after all, she’d be sucking his breasts and members for days too.    

  “I see what you mean,” clarified Rebeka before Omar’s head short-circuited.

 In order to get back on the path of pleasure she asked, ”What would you do with my pussy?”

After that, she brought her fingers to the beginning of her opening to start moving them again, no matter how swollen her labia majora and minora were from the previous orgasm or how throbbing and dilated her soaking wet insides felt.

  “I’d suck it all off....”

  “Yes, what else would you do?” She asked again as she circled her fingers over her clitoris.

  “I’d bury my tongue deep and come all over inside you.”

  “Ufff,” she moaned and then thought, ‘I feel the drops trickle down to my other entrance. I could lower my already wet fingers and easily slide them all the way in, but now is not the time.’

‘When I show you my pussy... would you even be encouraged to squirt all your cum all over the phone screen, thinking you’re finishing on me?”

“Yes!” I declare firmly at the question, like a bull holding back his anger about to explode.

With her fingers bathed in vaginal fluids, Rebeka took the opportunity to rub her tits, whose nipples were already pointedly hardened and remained in the foreground on the screen. She not only imitated with her hand the movement of Omar’s tongue in order to make the moment more real, but took it upon herself to pinch and pull at the darker pigmented flesh of her breasts and then spank herself with an open hand between her legs as soon as the nipple she had been pinching for quite a while was released.

After lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wider, Omar stuck out his tongue with a good amount of accumulated saliva to drop right onto his erect member, which he held tightly by the shaft with his right hand and waved rhythmically.

  “Omar, I imagine you touching my tits,” affirmed Rebeka.

  “What else do you imagine?” asked Omar.

  “That you squeeze them hard, that you spank them, that you grab me by the neck and stick your fingers in my mouth as you run your tongue down the skin of my stomach until you lick me whole. That you take the juice I have between my labia minora, so that then, even without letting me breathe, you come up to give me to drink, with a kiss, all the fluids you accumulated in your mouth.”

  Omar’s hand moved frantically, the boy was massaging himself in an incredible way, for in his mind there was no room for the idea that the president was so perverted and specific. It was no less true that she had already warned him, and although it was hard for him to imagine himself mistreating a woman, less the one he loved, he could fulfill those fantasies, especially if those blows generated pleasure for his partner.

  She was no slouch either as she moved her hand, and being on the verge of reaching her second orgasm, she understood that no matter how much she wanted to delay the end, her partner might not be able to do such a feat, so she decided to move past the point of no return. She lowered the camera on her cell phone without taking her eyes off the screen and made a point of watching the boy’s facial expressions when she saw his clean-shaven, tight, manicured pussy.

  “You’re turning me on, you’re about to see me complete...” she said between moans. “Look how wet I am. I hope you come to my figure on your cell phone screen and give me every last drop.”

  “Yes, of course I do...” replied Omar, to the point of almost being unable to hold back any longer from touching his member.

  Rebeka lowered the camera to her crotch, but with her four fingers in the middle she still covered everything the young man wanted to see. She wanted to engage in another playful act by continuing to lengthen the moment her boy was most looking forward to, after which she squeezed hard and rubbed the fluids all over herself.

 “I’m about to...” warned Omar. “Open wide and let me see inside you, I need to know where I’m going to release all this milk.”

   His words were music to Rebeka’s ears. The way the boy asked her, his voice so seductively needy, brought her out of her stride and was the prime mover in providing her with a sure orgasm.

   Rebeka, tempted to let herself go and use both her hands, decided to place the phone on the bed, pointing towards the ceiling. She then got up on her knees, and as soon as she lowered both hands, she opened herself wide on the camera, while with her thumb, she continued to touch her clitoris.

  All over the inside of Omar’s phone screen, something totally comparable to the bloom of a four-petaled rose of moist fleshiness could be seen. As soon as the swollen, fleshy lips were separated by three pairs of fingers, a narrow, rough hole came into view. The light of the room was not capable of reaching so deeply into such an anatomically intricate area as that, but what little could be seen at first felt like the promise that there was indeed a heavenly paradise for the male member.

   ‘Having him below me,’ Rebeka thought, intoxicated by the rushes that tantalized her every time she stroked or touched his pleasure button. ‘Breathing me, sticking his tongue deep inside me, yes... as deep as he can... between my buttocks.’

 Ahh, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Ohhh...

After feeling the contractions in her legs, along with a short-lived suspension of her breaths, Rebeka tensed her body as she slowly touched her clitoris, exerting just enough force until she felt the urge to pee if she continued. ‘This is my limit,’ she told herself. ‘That’s enough for today; I don’t want to get carried away and have my darling boy freak out. Mmm, he’s still cumming.’

  Rebeka’s eyes were riveted to the inside of the phone screen. Luckily the camera hadn’t been covered by semen, the same camera that captured Omar, still milking his convulsing member, eyes closed and mouth open. Spitting spurts of cum over his hand and into the surroundings, not caring about anything, just stifling his moans so as not to be heard by his parents or other inhabitants of the house.

  Before the young man finished feeling the ecstasy of the moment, Rebeka took it upon herself to take a few screenshots for personal use in the future. She could understand that it wasn’t right, but since she was the one who imposed the rules of the game, she could also break them whenever she felt she had the right.

After enjoying the moment when she saw her beloved realize what a mess she had made, Rebeka took the opportunity to take a breather. She went to the bathroom to empty her bladder, which was bothering her because of how inflamed it had become. Technically, the last time she had the urge was in the morning. She also took the opportunity to pick up a few things before throwing herself back on the bed. She couldn’t let her room look disorganized. As soon as she took up the phone again in her hand, she saw how Omar was wiping it with a cloth.

   “I must compliment you...” she said with the intention of breaking the silence. “I’m very hard to please.”

  “Oh, that makes me happy to hear that. Rebeka, after this moment I will no longer be able to look at you with the same eyes when I am with you, but I want to know if, after we have crossed the line, we could still be... close. I don’t know if I make myself clear.” He said, chagrined, not knowing what to continue to expect from me but refusing to break the bond between us.

  For Rebeka, being more than friends, but less than boyfriend and girlfriend was like floating in space, between the moon and the sun. She perfectly understood why. After all, he and she knew each other, but it was never specified if they were really friends or if they were boyfriend and girlfriend. For those who go through life as those who go with the flow of living in the moment and taking things as they happen, such a question would not be necessary. But Omar was not one of those people; he was more direct, someone who seemed to prefer not to read between the lines or interpret suggestive language and behavior. He was one of those who needed to make his points clear in order to avoid unnecessary confusion.

   “We can no longer be friends” said Rebeka, with a seductive look to immediately move on to say goodbye and hang up the call without letting him answer or say goodbye. “Whether we are something more will depend on you, and only if you ask me on your knees. See you tomorrow.”

  She understood that to keep talking at that moment and in that situation, maybe it would lead her to get depressed, and for the moment, she was too happy to let it ruin her night. If Omar were really a boy of actions and not words, he would know what to do. Conversations until three in the morning were overdone.

  “Oops” Rebeka replied, her face against the pillow. “Why can’t I avoid being this way with him! But it’s just that he also wants to make things very complicated. After we had such a special moment like this, he dares to inquire that he wants to be more than a friend. He is so incoherent as to ask me if I came after I came on his face... men, put insecurity aside and interpret the signs!” 

   ‘A new day, maybe that means: a new me’ said Rebeka, stretching her naked body between the sheets to reach to turn off the alarm on her phone.

Following her morning routine of getting dressed with the window open, and keeping the lights off, she continued:

  ‘But no. I know it, I feel it, and I see it in the mirror. I’m just a sum of experiences; the only difference is that today my reflection is laughing. I am super determined to keep moving forward, and the more I think about it, the more joy I get in my body. Who knew? Only seventeen hours to be able to free myself from the chains that this society has implanted in me for “being a minor,” and only a few minutes for him, whom I love so much, to end up submitted to me...’

After the last barrette to gather her hair had been passed on to a better life by a rather characteristic incident, Rebeka looked at herself in the mirror with a flare.

  “I was already in need of a change, stopping pinning my hair up will be one of them. Then I can try a haircut, I don’t think I could use one. Maybe I’ll cut it down to my shoulders, like my mom. Not having to comb my hair every day and endure the heat might feel more refreshing. Boys do have it easy...”

After walking down the stairs, Rebeka didn’t even set out to make herself breakfast, as she wanted to get out of the house earlier. She was anxious, and something inside her told her that Omar shared those feelings too.

   ‘Knowing him the way I know him, he couldn’t sleep. Maybe I apologized for the way I cut the call short without saying goodbye last night. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to spend more time with him,’ she thought, as she rested her hand on the door handle.

‘More opportunities to experiment will come if I learn to keep him tamed. Even, who knows? If he behaves well today, it could be the day I give him my first kiss. I know that as soon as I open the door, anything could happen. I’m nervous; my legs are shaking and my palms are sweating. I love feeling this way. Trust in you, Rebeka!!!!! Pretend to know until you finally do. My new mantra, the new words that will mark my life. From now on, everything that happens will be for the best, because that’s the way I will take it.’

  The door of the house no longer represented an exit, but rather, it had become the “entrance to a new way of life” for this girl, who delicately and naturally sought to make her way in society. With the key and a graceful movement, Rebeka knew she could not let her guard down, even if she was locking the door. As soon as she turned and looked up, on the outskirts of the garden, he was standing, and she wanted to keep the boy from her thoughts of insecurity, at least for the moment.

  Omar could be seen with his head down, chagrined, without much confidence, as if he couldn’t look her in the face or address the president, that girl who was supposed to be unattainable to someone like him.

   ‘I hope that face is because you’re feeling bad that you can’t erase what you saw yesterday from your mind and not because of anything else’ mused Rebeka, even though she knew that even if she was determined to change, that didn’t mean that the people around her were ready and willing to do the same. ‘Anyway, until I figure out the reason behind that long face, I have to control my laughter when I’m nervous. If he sees my non-malicious smile at a time like this, he might get a complex, make him indomitable, and opt not to be controlled by my whims.’

   “And?” was the first thing he asked instead of greeting, as soon as he came out of the garden and closed the door.

    “Good morning, Rebeka!” exclaimed Omar, after coming out of the trance he was in.

   With his gaze to the ground, the boy had not been able to avoid looking directly at the curves drawn by the garments cinched to the president’s wiggling tail, while the skirt swayed from the twisting movement she had to make to close the second door.

   Rebeka had noticed the direction in which the boy’s eyes were looking, as well as that his tone of voice sounded like that of a man bravely facing his fears, so long as he would not remain silent. She kept her face straight and did not even pretend to pay attention to the greeting. As if she had ignored it, she simply stopped in front of the boy, placed her lips at a height where she could be reached, and held her hands behind her back.

  The command she gave him was clear and practically carved in stone in his thoughts, despite saying it through words that hung suspended in the wind of the past. Even if Omar wanted to ignore the moment, he had to prove to her that he was worthy of taking the next step with a resolve as strong and transparent as tempered glass could be.

   ‘After all, I can’t be any more of a gift than I’m already being...’ she thought. ‘Maybe my pride is too great and I’m overdoing it, but I also think it’s a necessary mistake.’

   “Rebeka,” Omar said in a shaky voice, something that made him sink to his knees on the floor. “I liked you from the first moment I saw you. Kneeling before you, I declare my love: Would you be my girlfriend?”

  She stoodand lowered her gaze so as not to break eye contact with the boy who was proposing to her. ‘Aaah, how cute,’ she thought. ‘Seeing him with his head below my navel makes me remember what we did yesterday. Ufff, it’s turning me on, which is not good and makes me want to provoke him at such a serious moment. Mmm?’

  As Omar waited to receive a response after his statement, which he had practiced countless times in the previous night, he noticed Rebeka glance sideways as if looking to see if anyone was approaching. ‘Would she be ashamed of what I’m doing?” the boy thought.

‘No one’s looking perfect,’ she said to herself, lifting her skirt and pulling the garment over Omar’s head. ‘Aww, for this very reason, I wanted you on your knees, and on second thought, this is the most appropriate place. Today will definitely be the day I get my first kiss down there, accompanying it with a lip kiss.’

   Omar didn’t even react to the unexpected situation. He expected a response, not for his head to be covered. Though the smell of the area, along with what was in front of him, brought back clear memories.

   ‘I can feel him breathing,’ she said to herself as she watched from side to side, under the excitement of the moment experienced in the middle of a busy street. ‘Ufff, he lifted his head, and I felt his nose rubbing my clitoris through my panties. Already people are looking at us ugly, and he’s taking too long; does he not know what to do?’

  Rebeka brought her right hand down over the shirt she had on between the saya, just enough to reach her blouse, and after placing her index finger between the skin and fabric, she slid the garment aside. She let Omar personally see that which he had earlier seen through a screen.

   ‘After telling me so much yesterday, what are you waiting for to eat what I’m offering you?’ She thought as she bit her lower lip.

   At first, he was still perplexed by what was happening. It could be a dream or a hallucination, but the smell, the heat, and the sensation told him otherwise. The clarity was not much, but as soon as he identified the female hand reaching down and exposing what was hidden, Omar came back to the present. ‘With such a succulent delicacy in front of him, ‘how can you not eat it all,’ she thought, possessed by lust, forgetting that she had proposed and expected to receive a response.

   ‘Mmm, a person’s tongue is wonderful. One lick took me to heaven. Oh, if it weren’t for people coming, I’d leave him down there until he made me come,’ she said to herself, her heart racing so fast that the blood seemed to fill her ears. Then she used the same hand with which she had pushed her blouse aside to pull the boy’s head away and leave him there longer.

  Like a child tasting candy for the first time and not wanting to let go, Omar used his hands to cling to the legs of the girl he was devouring, not caring about anything or anyone. The position was tricky, and all they could see were two lips hiding the much-desired treasure, but he had to dig in with his tongue and make his way to taste between the folds of sensitive and delicate skin.

  “Stop it, we are going to be discovered!” she said, as definitely some people were already making comments to her, pointing and even taking out their phones. “Come, come up, my boyfriend; come and kiss me now that you have my taste. Let’s sign with our saliva the officialization of our relationship.”

   ‘The officialization of our relationship,’ those words made Omar come to his senses, which made him get up, in a matter of seconds, to kiss the girl passionately, despite how tight his pants had become because of the erection he could not contain.

As if he wanted to eat her, with his eyes closed, he held her waist tightly, squeezed, and pressed her flesh firmly, as if his intention was to undress his partner.