"Okay, To put it very bluntly it is fucking him with your mouth, but well, it's a bit more than that."

Mim sank back slightly in her chair, half repulsed and half fascinated. She was supposed to put her mouth there? What the hell kind of idea was that!?!??! Did Grant really expect her to do that? Did he want her to do that? What kind of male dominated activity was she getting herself in to?

"Right, hmm, let's see, well I guess whatever the fuck you do, don't blow,"

"Then why would you call it a blowjob?" Mim asked confused. This sex thing wasn't making any since to her at all.

"I mean, I don't know how to describe it, just do what feels right, lick, suck, use your hand, and oh, go easy on the teeth."

So, don't blow, be careful about the teeth. Use her hands? Wait… she thought she was using her mouth. Now she was confused, again. How was she suppose to know what felt right? It wasn't like Mim had a lot of practice on these kind of things, and this was a lot to remember. It wasn't fair at all. Did Grant have to think about it this much? No. Grant never thought much about anything. He certainly wouldn't think about sex. It probably came natural to him, lucky bastard.

"You will be able to tell what he likes and what he doesn't."

Mim didn't know how she was supposed to know what he liked. Was it obvious? She doubted it. She hadn't even known Grant liked Gail Darling. Would he be as obvious about if he like her… erm…with her… well anyway… There was no way she could do this. She opened her mouth to protest to his assurances when suddenly he was talking about history.

HISTORY?!?! AT A TIME LIKE THIS? It took Mim one very frustrated look and a few good second to figure out that there was someone walking by. Turning all 28 shades of red she could name, She slouched down slightly, pretending to read her notes. Oh god. Did someone else hear this conversation? That would be terribly embarrassing and she might have to resign herself to staying cooped up in the Owlery during all hours of the day.

"And oh, definitely think quality when it comes to anything sex."

Oh great, another thing that she had to think about. Now she had to put her mouth on… and she had to do a good job about it? Mim paled slightly. She wasn't good at sex; she only got by because Grant hadn't gotten any from anyone else, ever. Mind, Grant might not have been any good either. She didn't know. "How the hell do I think quality? I wouldn't know good sex from… from… not good sex."

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