"What do you mean she didn't know? You didn't tell her?!" This is an absolute scandal, Jaskier can't believe his ears. "No, I just think it's fucking important to celebrate your loved ones! I can't believe you're sounding like Geralt."
His heart is held by the two people who don't believe in birthdays. What is his life?
"Yeah. In general, or about my experience. There's a whole world out there and people are always curious," he replies with a shrug. "Besides, it may give you some inspiration."
Midge puts her hand up. “There wasn’t really an opportune time,” she protests. “I stopped really caring about birthdays after I turned 21.” Not a whole lot to look forward to after that except getting old.
She wouldn’t protest doing something fun for her birthday, but it isn’t the end of the world if she doesn’t.
Midge thinks for a moment. “How did you realize that you liked both women and men?”
The most offended gasp - he dislikes the idea of birthdays not mattering in general, but also in this particular context, he's quite shocked. Midge likes being the center of attention, so he would've expected her to like her birthdays.
"That's when your life is STARTING!" The hand gesturing is crazy. "You make it sound like birthdays are for kids."
The question makes him chuckle. "That's an easy one, actually. You know when puberty finally hits you and your body feels funny? I noticed that I felt funny around both sexes. Of course, at first I thought it meant something else."
He snorts at his younger self.
"I didn't know what else, but my body was doing all sorts of funny things at that age, so whatever, right? I ignored it and only kissed cute little ladies. One night, my cousin came to a family gathering with her new fiancé. I couldn't keep my eyes off him; he was the prettiest man I'd ever seen. Later, when I sneaked to the garden to make out with a maid's daughter, I couldn't stop thinking about him. It made me freak out so much, I ran to my bedroom to hide. Before I knew it, I was touching myself while thinking of him. It was quite a wake-up call. The next few days, I kept asking my brain to put men in my fantasies. Or both girls and boys. It was incredibly easy, and so satisfying. Eventually, I was brave enough to kiss a stable boy, and the tent in my pants was the final answer."
She likes a party, it’s true, but they become harder to plan the older you get. “They are,” she replies. “Why would I want to celebrate getting older?”
His story about how he discovered his attraction to both sexes is interesting. “It was dangerous though, wasn’t it? To act on those thoughts? It can be dangerous here.”
Another offended gasp when she says that they're for kids. "It's about celebrating your life! Your mere existence! Another year being alive! Another year with loved ones and many more to come!"
Of course, when he gets old enough, he'll hate the idea too. But for now, he'll stick to these ideals.
He nods at her question. "I never fucked a man at home - I waited until I left for the university. Father found me kissing a stableboy anyway. It wasn't pretty." He sighs as his face falls, the memory sour. "My first time with a woman was sweet - clumsy as hell, just two teenagers trying their best. Not the greatest orgasm, but memorable for being the first. My first time with a bloke--" He runs his hand down his face. "Total disaster."
It seems as though she’s struck a nerve with the birthdays. “Clearly, we’re not doing adult birthday parties correctly here,” Midge says. “Parties for adults just never seem as fun as they did when I was a kid.”
Hearing Jaskier talk about his first time brings back memories of Midge’s own with Joel. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
That... is actually pretty fair, Jaskier has to admit. "I understand what you mean; I've seen it. That's people losing their whimsical side after a certain age, thinking that the minute you turn thirty, you must stay at home and have dinner with the kids. Being an adult doesn't mean you must succumb to boredom and mediocrity."
That's quite a question. Jaskier buries his nose in her hair, taking a moment to enjoy her perfume before answering. "I was desperate to learn more about this other side. The secrecy was killing me. So when an older student came to me, I was more than willing. We sneaked into an empty classroom and--" A pause. "Barely any kissing. He kept grinding against my thigh and pinching my arse. As soon as he saw I was a bit hard, he bent me over a desk and just-- put it in. No warning, no preparation. I had no idea how men were supposed to do it, so I was going with the flow. It was very painful; I wasn't exactly enjoying myself. He came first and then gave me a very lousy handjob out of obligation. He left after reminding me to keep the secret. Left me there with his cum dripping from my arse."
Jaskier brings Midge closer, hugging her too tightly while burying his face in her neck.
Jaskier has been very intent on keeping her from boredom and mediocrity. It’s one of the things she likes best about him.
His story breaks her heart though. “Asshole,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry, my love.” Midge has heard stories from women about having similar experiences. She strokes her fingers through his hair. “I suppose it got better with different partners?
You wanna hear about my first time with Joel?” Trying to cheer him up and lighten the mood.
Jaskier has heard those stories too, and he likes to think that understanding them has made him a better lover. A little sigh leaves his lips, this one of relief - he always feels better when Midge pets his head.
"Yeah, it got better. It took a while, though - at least with men, it did. But you probably know a bit about that - blokes that think performer and whore are the same thing." The offer makes him smile. "I'd love to. That was your first time overall, right? Did you at least masturbate before?"
She hums in her throat. “I’ve actually never slept with a man that I’ve met at a gig. It seems like a good policy to keep.”
Midge settles back against the pillow, her hand moving to Jaskier’s chest in order to stroke him there. “It was, yes. And yes, I had masturbated before. Kind of by accident, I guess that’s how most pre-teens learn about stuff like that. You discover that touching yourself there feels good, so you keep doing it. I knew how I liked to be touched.
“Of course, both of us were kind of nervous the first time we had sex. Joel almost couldn’t get the condom on. Then when he was inside me, he tried to go slowly but it felt too good so he kept speeding up. It didn’t hurt, really, but it was kind of disjoined. I told him to touch me and he just kept rubbing me, not really using any finesse. Then it was over. Nice, but not a mind blowing orgasm by any means.
"You have much more restraint than I do." He won't sleep with those assholes he mentioned, but other fans are free real state.
Jaskier is relieved to hear she did masturbate, chuckling when she says it was by accident. Yeah, that sounds about right - good old teenage days.
He nods along to Midge's story, his hand back on her back to rub it. Her last comment makes him laugh pretty hard.
"And you were fucking right to do so! I'm so happy to hear you did that - so many women are taught not to say anything." He kisses the top of her head, always proud of her. "It doesn't sound so different from my first time with a girl, honestly. Sweet but nervous, clumsy. I refuse to believe anyone got a mind blowing orgasm from their first time. That's something from romance stories."
And he's used that trope on stories himself. It's just artistic licence.
"Did they treat you well in bed, then? Joel and Benjamin."
“I’d make a comment about women being far more selective when it comes to partners than men are, but I don’t think you’d like it.” Jaskier seems to believe that things are no different for women as compared to men when it comes to sex, but women can get pregnant. Men cannot. Women can’t afford to be completely cavalier about their partners in the same way that men can.
“Oh, yes,” Midge agrees. “It was nothing like a romance novel, although if Joel had been more experienced, he might have been able to give me a better orgasm that first time. Both of them treated me well in bed.” She sighs. “Sex can get boring after you’ve been married a while, and Benjamin was… fine. Neither of them were you. You might recall that I came four times during the first time we were together.”
"No, I get it, I swear. I just think it shouldn't be that way. If someone's picky because that's their taste, then that's just a preference. If someone's picky because that's all they know or out of shame, that fucking sucks." And women are shamed a lot. Not all sex has to be penetration, there are so many ways for people to have fun.
Just fine? Wow. Jaskier wonders if he's allowed to ask more about Benjamin, but then Midge is rubbing his ego, and how can he say no to that? He's pretty much preening.
"Oh, I remember." His hand falls on her arse to squeeze it. "Such an adorable housewife you were, almost as if discovering your body for the first time "
“I think society has a long way to go to catch up to your ideals, my love.” A lot of couples only have sex with the man on top. No other positions. No oral. Midge was never that repressed, but finding women who are is quite common.
She grins at him. “Rediscovering it, maybe. You know that I love being the innocent housewife for you. Or the needy one whose husband can’t satisfy her anymore. That’s still my favorite role play.”
"I know. My books have always been good fuel for their fires."
He laughs at her confession. "I do greatly enjoy corrupting housewives," he replies before kissing her softly. "Although I'd say it's only half role play." Because lots of it are based on her actual life. "Is there any other fantasies you'd want to fulfill? I want to hear more about your desires."
She concedes that point with a nod. “True. Maybe that’s why I enjoy it so much.”
Midge thinks about his question for a moment. “You’ve fulfilled a lot of my fantasies,” she replies. “I want to do more with watching us in the mirror… maybe watching while you fuck me with your fingers or your cock…”
She’s sure that she will come up with more fantasies the longer that she and Jaskier are together. He inspires her a lot in that regard.
"Oh, worry not, my dear," he replies with a grin. "We're making plenty of use of that mirror."
The hand on her arse moves a little lower, caressing her thighs and letting his finger tips tease her panties. "Mayhaps I should get you a few bawdy novels for your birthday. For inspiration."
“You mean the books you wrote?” She grins. “Do you use a pen name?”
Her legs part slightly for his exploring hand. “Our first time together, I sat in your lap and you showed me how to touch that spot. I want to do that again, but in front of the mirror.”
"I don't have mine here. Yet, I suppose." He hopes so, at the very least. That's why he's taking those classes after all. "My poem and song collections were under my name. The naughty and the political stuff was anonymous."
He grins when her legs part - he loves how she's always up for another round. It's everything he wants in a partner. His fingers rub her panties, keeping it light for now. "That does sound like a plan. Mayhaps you could sit on my cock, too?"
Midge imagines him writing anonymous diatribes about American politics, but then he keeps talking — and touching — and she gets distracted.
“I suppose that I could literally sit on it. I want you to put your fingers inside me and touch that spot while I rub my clit. Then I want to get on my hands and knees and have you fuck me from behind…”
Suddenly, Midge blushes. “Sorry. Is that… do I sound selfish?” She doesn’t want this to be all about her, after all.
She paints an amazing scenario, and Jaskier is already licking his lips in anticipation. But then she's blushing, and the sudden whiplash takes him by such surprise that he can't help but laugh.
"You're so cute when you blush," he says as he lays her down on the mattress and starts showering her with kisses. "I love it when you ask for things. I love it when you're not afraid of being descriptive. I love it when you're horny. Worry not, my dear, you'll have my fingers - I meant that I would finger your and then fuck you." More and more kisses. "I do like taking you from behind, but I'm not sure of how much of my cock you'll see in the mirror then." Which is why he mentioned her sitting on it.
Midge breathes a little sigh of relief. She should have known that he wouldn’t mind giving her what she wants or would think it to be selfish.
The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
Jaskier hums, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his chest, but that's interrupted by a chuckle when she mentions his chest.
"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
She did. Midge sits up, grinning at his playfulness. She inhales his scent from the shirt tossed at her, then puts it aside. It’s not one of his frilly bard shirts, so she’s not going to put it on. Jaskier will mostly likely find himself one frilly shirt short after Midge leaves tomorrow morning.
Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
Noticing her eyes devouring him, Jaskier grins and poses for her, basking in all the attention. It's also... peculiar, the way she praises him. He's used to being called pretty and handsome, but she puts her attention on things that warrior bodies get, like powerful. He doesn't dislike it, it's just... new. It does feel nice.
He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
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His heart is held by the two people who don't believe in birthdays. What is his life?
"Yeah. In general, or about my experience. There's a whole world out there and people are always curious," he replies with a shrug. "Besides, it may give you some inspiration."
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She wouldn’t protest doing something fun for her birthday, but it isn’t the end of the world if she doesn’t.
Midge thinks for a moment. “How did you realize that you liked both women and men?”
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"That's when your life is STARTING!" The hand gesturing is crazy. "You make it sound like birthdays are for kids."
The question makes him chuckle. "That's an easy one, actually. You know when puberty finally hits you and your body feels funny? I noticed that I felt funny around both sexes. Of course, at first I thought it meant something else."
He snorts at his younger self.
"I didn't know what else, but my body was doing all sorts of funny things at that age, so whatever, right? I ignored it and only kissed cute little ladies. One night, my cousin came to a family gathering with her new fiancé. I couldn't keep my eyes off him; he was the prettiest man I'd ever seen. Later, when I sneaked to the garden to make out with a maid's daughter, I couldn't stop thinking about him. It made me freak out so much, I ran to my bedroom to hide. Before I knew it, I was touching myself while thinking of him. It was quite a wake-up call. The next few days, I kept asking my brain to put men in my fantasies. Or both girls and boys. It was incredibly easy, and so satisfying. Eventually, I was brave enough to kiss a stable boy, and the tent in my pants was the final answer."
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His story about how he discovered his attraction to both sexes is interesting. “It was dangerous though, wasn’t it? To act on those thoughts? It can be dangerous here.”
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Of course, when he gets old enough, he'll hate the idea too. But for now, he'll stick to these ideals.
He nods at her question. "I never fucked a man at home - I waited until I left for the university. Father found me kissing a stableboy anyway. It wasn't pretty." He sighs as his face falls, the memory sour. "My first time with a woman was sweet - clumsy as hell, just two teenagers trying their best. Not the greatest orgasm, but memorable for being the first. My first time with a bloke--" He runs his hand down his face. "Total disaster."
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Hearing Jaskier talk about his first time brings back memories of Midge’s own with Joel. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
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That's quite a question. Jaskier buries his nose in her hair, taking a moment to enjoy her perfume before answering. "I was desperate to learn more about this other side. The secrecy was killing me. So when an older student came to me, I was more than willing. We sneaked into an empty classroom and--" A pause. "Barely any kissing. He kept grinding against my thigh and pinching my arse. As soon as he saw I was a bit hard, he bent me over a desk and just-- put it in. No warning, no preparation. I had no idea how men were supposed to do it, so I was going with the flow. It was very painful; I wasn't exactly enjoying myself. He came first and then gave me a very lousy handjob out of obligation. He left after reminding me to keep the secret. Left me there with his cum dripping from my arse."
Jaskier brings Midge closer, hugging her too tightly while burying his face in her neck.
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His story breaks her heart though. “Asshole,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry, my love.” Midge has heard stories from women about having similar experiences. She strokes her fingers through his hair. “I suppose it got better with different partners?
You wanna hear about my first time with Joel?” Trying to cheer him up and lighten the mood.
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"Yeah, it got better. It took a while, though - at least with men, it did. But you probably know a bit about that - blokes that think performer and whore are the same thing." The offer makes him smile. "I'd love to. That was your first time overall, right? Did you at least masturbate before?"
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Midge settles back against the pillow, her hand moving to Jaskier’s chest in order to stroke him there. “It was, yes. And yes, I had masturbated before. Kind of by accident, I guess that’s how most pre-teens learn about stuff like that. You discover that touching yourself there feels good, so you keep doing it. I knew how I liked to be touched.
“Of course, both of us were kind of nervous the first time we had sex. Joel almost couldn’t get the condom on. Then when he was inside me, he tried to go slowly but it felt too good so he kept speeding up. It didn’t hurt, really, but it was kind of disjoined. I told him to touch me and he just kept rubbing me, not really using any finesse. Then it was over. Nice, but not a mind blowing orgasm by any means.
I had to show him how to touch me.” Wink.
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Jaskier is relieved to hear she did masturbate, chuckling when she says it was by accident. Yeah, that sounds about right - good old teenage days.
He nods along to Midge's story, his hand back on her back to rub it. Her last comment makes him laugh pretty hard.
"And you were fucking right to do so! I'm so happy to hear you did that - so many women are taught not to say anything." He kisses the top of her head, always proud of her. "It doesn't sound so different from my first time with a girl, honestly. Sweet but nervous, clumsy. I refuse to believe anyone got a mind blowing orgasm from their first time. That's something from romance stories."
And he's used that trope on stories himself. It's just artistic licence.
"Did they treat you well in bed, then? Joel and Benjamin."
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“Oh, yes,” Midge agrees. “It was nothing like a romance novel, although if Joel had been more experienced, he might have been able to give me a better orgasm that first time. Both of them treated me well in bed.” She sighs. “Sex can get boring after you’ve been married a while, and Benjamin was… fine. Neither of them were you. You might recall that I came four times during the first time we were together.”
She’s sure that he hasn’t forgotten.
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Just fine? Wow. Jaskier wonders if he's allowed to ask more about Benjamin, but then Midge is rubbing his ego, and how can he say no to that? He's pretty much preening.
"Oh, I remember." His hand falls on her arse to squeeze it. "Such an adorable housewife you were, almost as if discovering your body for the first time "
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She grins at him. “Rediscovering it, maybe. You know that I love being the innocent housewife for you. Or the needy one whose husband can’t satisfy her anymore. That’s still my favorite role play.”
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He laughs at her confession. "I do greatly enjoy corrupting housewives," he replies before kissing her softly. "Although I'd say it's only half role play." Because lots of it are based on her actual life. "Is there any other fantasies you'd want to fulfill? I want to hear more about your desires."
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Midge thinks about his question for a moment. “You’ve fulfilled a lot of my fantasies,” she replies. “I want to do more with watching us in the mirror… maybe watching while you fuck me with your fingers or your cock…”
She’s sure that she will come up with more fantasies the longer that she and Jaskier are together. He inspires her a lot in that regard.
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The hand on her arse moves a little lower, caressing her thighs and letting his finger tips tease her panties. "Mayhaps I should get you a few bawdy novels for your birthday. For inspiration."
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Her legs part slightly for his exploring hand. “Our first time together, I sat in your lap and you showed me how to touch that spot. I want to do that again, but in front of the mirror.”
That seems specific enough.
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He grins when her legs part - he loves how she's always up for another round. It's everything he wants in a partner. His fingers rub her panties, keeping it light for now. "That does sound like a plan. Mayhaps you could sit on my cock, too?"
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“I suppose that I could literally sit on it. I want you to put your fingers inside me and touch that spot while I rub my clit. Then I want to get on my hands and knees and have you fuck me from behind…”
Suddenly, Midge blushes. “Sorry. Is that… do I sound selfish?” She doesn’t want this to be all about her, after all.
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"You're so cute when you blush," he says as he lays her down on the mattress and starts showering her with kisses. "I love it when you ask for things. I love it when you're not afraid of being descriptive. I love it when you're horny. Worry not, my dear, you'll have my fingers - I meant that I would finger your and then fuck you." More and more kisses. "I do like taking you from behind, but I'm not sure of how much of my cock you'll see in the mirror then." Which is why he mentioned her sitting on it.
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The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
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"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
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Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
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He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
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(by Olly Murs)
Sorry about this Jask
oh Midge ;;
So emotional
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