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HARRY

"You said you haven't touched yourself since the accident?" Sherry inquires in a quiet voice.

"No." I feel the heat in my cheeks as my eyes meet Sherry's blue ones. "Do you – do you think I should?" I gulp.

Sherry tilts her head, "Might as well . . ."

*****

SHERRY

Trying to rub one out seems like the easiest and least embarrassing way for Harry to find out what he's capable of. The look of astonishment on Harry's face is priceless.

"What do you mean? Like, now?"

"I don't know, Harry. Whenever you want." I shrug.

Harry slides his hand slowly beneath the sheet.

"Not now. Oh my God, Harry!" I squeal in a combination of shock and arousal.

"You said whenever I wanted to!" Harry argues.

"I didn't mean right here in front of my face." I feel warm. I must be blushing. I never blush.

"You're blushing."

"Whatever. I am not." Deny, deny, deny.

"So you don't want me to do it now?" He almost pouts.

If this boy isn't the death of me, I don't know what will be. "Why are you pouting?"

He sighs but doesn't say anything.

I try to think up a way to get some fresh air, when I realize my sandwich plate's still in the room. "I'm gonna run this to the kitchen before I forget."

I'm there and back in a short time, and I notice one of Harry's school folders open on his tray-table. That's odd. He never does his schoolwork when I'm here, only with Liam.

"What are you working on?"

"Here." He reaches out to me, a folded piece of paper in his hand. It has my name written on it in pencil. He does not make eye contact.

"If this note says I'm fired, I'm going to punch you in the face, Harry."

I know he's watching as I unfold the note. It says:

Dear Sherry,

Would you please consider assisting me with my wanking? I would be very glad to return the favour.

Please check one box:

Yes _____

No______

Yours,

Harry

The fact that he used the British spelling of "favour" goes straight to my vagina.

What? I begin to experience a weird tunnel-vision effect, where the only thing in existence is the note, and everything surrounding it fades to black. I'm dizzy and hear someone call my name in the distance. Maybe it's my grandpa calling me to heaven. I realize I've forgotten to breathe, and I need to sit down before I fall. I take a step, more like a stumble actually, backward and I feel the bedside chair against the back of my knee, and practically fall into it. The sudden jarring sensation and Harry's hollers snap me back to the here and now.

"Jesus Christ, Sherry!" Harry's voice is panicked. "If I'd known it was gonna give you a heart attack, I'd never have written the note! Holy shit! Are you okay?"

The note. Motherfuck. "Fuck, Harry. Are you trying to kill me?" I almost laugh.

Harry grins when he realizes I'm okay. "Why would I do that? I'd have to find a new masturbatory assistant."

"You don't give a person a break do you? Just today, you try to fire me, look at my nudes, reveal secrets about your condition, and then give me a hand-written wank request?" I'm half teasing and half serious.

"That wasn't a secret!" Harry protests. "I just discovered it today! That's not a valid complaint. I want it stricken from the record."

"That's it. I'm drinking when I'm off-duty tonight. When's your dad coming home again?" I can't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation. I was right about him being the death of me, only I didn't think it'd be so soon. I best get my affairs in order should things continue at this rate!

"So that's a no, then?" This boy doesn't give up. "I don't think you gave my arrangement fair consideration. I did offer, and would enjoy – mind you, returning the favor." He looks directly into my eyes and I'm thankful I'm still sitting down. He looks at me like he's seen my vagina. And he has.

I need to think. "I need to think a minute." I take my phone from my pocket and look at my notifications.

Harry runs his hands through his hair once. Twice. "Are you Googling shit?"

"No. I'm thinking. Shut up."

"Why do you need your phone to think?"

"It relaxes me. Stop talking for just two minutes." My mind runs quickly through various scenarios and their outcomes. I glance up at Harry, who's watching me and chomping on a cuticle.

"Leave your nails alone, Harry." I boss him.

He removes his hand from his face, "Well?" The suspense is killing him.

I stay quiet to make him suffer a little more cause of all his crap I've had to deal with tonight. Finally I raise my eyes to meet his. He is so beautiful. I think I'm falling in love with this asshole.

I've reached a decision. As appealing as his offer is, I don't think it's in Harry's best interest at this time.

"Okay, Harry," I move to sit by him on the bed again. He looks hopeful. "At this point, I think the best thing is for you to try it on your own." His brow furrows and he brings his fingers back to his lips, biting on a nail.

"Babe, let me explain, okay?" I reach up and take his hand in mine, saving his nails from further abuse. The room feels tense from Harry's frustration. I know he's embarrassed by what he perceives as my rejection, but really that's not the case.

"This is a delicate situation for you, Harry. There are so many things involved physically and emotionally. Because you want so badly to be okay, the pressure is intense whether you're aware of that consciously or not." I pause and inspect his nails for damage. When I look at Harry, he's quiet but thoughtful.

I continue, "You may not get an erection the first time. You could get one that lasts for a little bit and then goes away before you want it to. Or nothing may happen at all. The pressure to perform can be overwhelming. I think having another person there, even to help, might add to your stress level."

I stop talking so he has time to digest, and I wait. I play with Harry's slender fingers and think about what he said about returning the favor. I think about his fingers pushing my panties to the side and swiping across my wetness.

Harry's voice is deep, "So you don't think I'll be able to get an erection?" Baby.

"That's not what I mean, Harry. I think you can. I do. I don't want you to get discouraged if it doesn't happen the first time. You might have to try more than once. Or it might happen randomly and surprise you. Like those couples who try to get pregnant, you know?" I pause for a breath. "I just don't want you to have any extra worries because of me. You don't have to impress me, Harry. You don't need an erection to impress me. You're plenty impressive on your own." Sometimes I just ramble on until I've said too much. What's wrong with me?

I peek at Harry from the corner of my eye before turning to face him fully, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to keep myself from talking. Harry's gaze is intense with something I can't quite identify. "I just realized something. Your eyes are the exact color of green lightsabers." So much for the lipbite keeping me quiet.

Harry tugs me to him and kisses my lips, once, twice, three times. He kisses my cheek, my jawline, my ear. "You know something?" He whispers in a sexy voice between kisses.

"Mhmm?" I moan, tilting my head so he can continue his murmurs.

"I didn't realize what a dork you were before this very moment." His smile is evident in his kisses. I'm so turned on by his voice that I don't even argue.

"You like it when I talk to you like this?" He purrs in my ear, running his tongue along the outer edge, forcing a small moan out of me. "Maybe you'll let me return the favor anyway?" I could almost orgasm from his voice alone, when he lowers his hand between my thighs.

I grab his wrist to stop him, surprising the both of us. "I've had an epiphany!"

"Does it involve lightsabers?" He chuckles.

"Just one."

Harry's eyes widen, "Go on."

"I know how to help you without actually helping you. If that makes any sense," I explain.

"How?"

"Phonesex."