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.
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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.