We agreed that I would forgo the blindfold for now and keep my eyes closed. Trust and blindfold will come soon enough.
I didn’t open them when he played it safe and fed me a strawberry, followed by chocolate. I nearly did when he laughingly followed with a sip of lemonade.
I hear him drop his pants and shuffle about. Is he stroking?
He takes my finger and puts it in something warm on his hand. He holds his hand to my lips.
I cautiously give a lick.
Warm, creamy, unfamiliar flavor, but tastes yummy.
“Cum?”
Snickering, he says, “Quark!”
