Chapter 71 – Mia Potter (Part 2) R18
It was another day. Another impulse.
I didn't mention it. I only thought it. In silence. While drying my hair in front of the mirror and seeing my reflection with new eyes. Something in me wanted to change. Not out of rebellion. Out of affirmation.
And Cody… noticed.
We were in the cafeteria, sharing banana bread and talking about what we'd do on vacation, when I said it without thinking.
"I want to get a tattoo," I said.
Cody looked up. He wasn't surprised. Just amused.
"Do you already know what and where?" Cody asked.
"No. I just know I want something that's mine. That can't be seen. But that's there," I said.
"I know a place. Discreet. Clean. Not expensive. I can take you if you want," Cody said.
"Do you have a tattoo?" I asked.
"No. But I've gone with someone," Cody said.
I didn't ask who. I didn't want to know. I just nodded.
"Let's go tomorrow," I said.
The shop was on a quiet street, with a sign that read *Ink & Soul* in black letters on a white background. Inside it smelled of alcohol, ink, and soft music. The walls were covered in designs: moons, flowers, phrases, constellations.
When we walked in, a red-haired girl looked up from the couch. She wore a denim jacket with patches, black boots, and had a gaze that seemed to know things no one said.
"Cody," Grace said, smiling.
"Hi, Grace," Cody said.
"Bringing a new client?" Grace asked, looking at me.
"Yes. Mia," Cody said.
"Pleasure," Grace said, without taking her eyes off Cody.
I… felt something. Not jealousy. But a pang. As if I had stepped into a story already written.
The tattoo artist greeted me kindly. Showed me designs. Cody helped me choose. A butterfly. Small. Delicate. With open wings and soft lines.
"Where do you want it?" the artist asked.
"On the left buttock," I said, without looking at Cody.
"Private?" the artist asked.
"Yes," I said.
Cody stayed outside. In the waiting room. I went into the booth. Lay down on a table covered with white paper. The tattoo artist was professional. Precise. Silent.
While the needle drew the butterfly, I thought of Cody. Of his voice. Of his gaze. Of how he had helped me choose something no one else would see.
And then I heard laughter.
Soft. Feminine.
I turned slightly. Through the half-open curtain, I saw Cody talking to a goth girl. Pale skin. Black hair. Dark lips. Curves. She laughed. He smiled.
I… felt something sour.
Not because of him.
Because of me.
Because I was on a table, with a hidden butterfly, while he spoke with someone who didn't need to hide anything.
The tattoo artist finished. Cleaned the area. Gave me instructions. Covered it with a bandage.
"All good?" the artist asked.
"Yes," I said.
I came out. Cody stood up when he saw me. The goth girl said goodbye with a smile I didn't like.
"How did it go?" Cody asked.
"Fine. Thanks for coming with me," I said.
"Want to walk a bit?" Cody asked.
"Yes," I said.
And as we walked down the sidewalk, with the sun setting and the air smelling of ink and silence, I thought about the butterfly.
About what it meant.
About what it hid.
About what I still didn't know how to show.
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I don't know when it started.
I only know that, suddenly, my house became warmer.
My mother, Helen, was still precise, orderly, demanding… but something in her had softened. She no longer checked the family calendar with the same rigidity. No longer corrected my posture at the table. No longer asked if I had reviewed my notes three times.
Now she cooked with music. Sometimes she hummed. Sometimes she let the rice overcook a little without making a fuss.
And my father, Harold… seemed happier.
I saw him come home from work with flowers. With movies. With a desire to talk. To laugh. To stay in the kitchen while Helen cooked dinner.
One night, I saw them on the couch. Watching TV. Together. Legs intertwined. Hands held. A kiss that wasn't routine. It was real.
I… didn't understand what had happened.
But I felt it.
And deep down, I knew Cody had something to do with it.
I didn't say it. I didn't ask. But I sensed it.
Since Cody started coming to the house, since he spoke with my mother about philosophy, since he laughed with my father about soccer… something had shifted.
As if his presence had awakened something dormant.
As if his way of being had taught my family to breathe differently.
And I… loved him for that.
I hadn't said it. I hadn't shown it. But I felt it.
Every time I saw him, every time we talked, every time we shared silences, my body filled with an energy I didn't know how to name.
Until one day… I couldn't hold it back.
It was Friday. We were leaving school. The sky was cloudy, but not sad. The air smelled of damp earth and fallen leaves. We walked down the sidewalk, backpacks on our shoulders, steps in sync.
Cody talked about a song he wanted to learn on guitar. I listened. But I wasn't listening.
I looked at him.
I felt him.
And then… I did it.
I stopped. I grabbed him by the shirt. I looked into his eyes.
And I kissed him.
Not timidly.
With passion.
With everything I had kept inside.
With everything I had silenced.
With everything that was mine.
Cody… responded.
With intensity.
With tenderness.
One hand on my waist.
And the other… on my backside.
It wasn't vulgar. It was real.
It was the kind of kiss you don't plan.
The kind you remember.
The kind you keep.
When we pulled apart, I was trembling.
Not from fear.
From excitement.
From vertigo.
From love.
"Are you okay?" Cody asked.
"I'm alive," I said.
And he… smiled.
As if he knew that moment was ours.
Only ours.
It wasn't a whim. It was a decision.
One night, while brushing my hair in front of the mirror, with the butterfly still healing beneath my skin, I knew I wanted Cody to come back into my house. Not like before. Not to study. To talk. To share something I had kept only for myself.
I wrote him a short message. Clear. Warm.
"Can you come tonight? I want to talk to you. By the porch window, like before."
Cody replied with a single emoji: 👍
And I… waited.
My mother went to bed early. My father too. The house filled with that silence that only exists when everyone believes the day is over.
I sat on the couch, a blanket over my legs, my heart racing as if I were running without moving.
At 10:43, I heard the creak of the porch.
I stood up. Opened the window. Saw him.
Cody.
In a gray hoodie. Dark jeans. A light backpack. A calm smile.
"Hi," Cody said, stepping in carefully.
"Hi," I said.
We sat on the floor, in front of the couch. Like before. Like always.
But this time… the air was different.
"Everything okay?" Cody asked.
"Yes. I just wanted to talk to you," I said.
He looked at me. Didn't ask more.
And that… gave me courage.
I took a deep breath. Stood up. Walked toward the lamp in the corner. Turned it on. The light was soft, warm, enough.
"I want to show you something," I said.
Cody sat up a little. Watched me closely.
"What is it?" Cody asked.
I turned around. Gathered my hair. Stayed with my back to him. Cody leaned back on my bed.
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I let my shirt fall, I only heard it fall, I don't know if it was my breath mingling with Cody's that made the sound, before continuing with my pants. Letting Cody look at my butterfly tattoo.
There was a moment of pause, where I didn't know what to do, Cody still behind me, but I felt his hands on my shoulders.
"You know it's not necessary, right? I don't deserve this, I'm not that good for you," Cody said in a soft tone.
I turned to look into his eyes, full of tenderness and passion.
"Maybe, but I want it..." I said, just before taking his face in my hands and kissing him.
The kiss was magical, beyond words. His hands traveled first down my neck, then to my shoulders, then to my waist.
I felt his touch, he warmed me with every movement, his hand went down to my buttocks, I felt his kneading, while his other hand explored my chest.
My hands roamed over his body, feeling his toned muscles. His scent began to intoxicate me, leaving only room for small breaths, each of us feeling the other's breath.
I don't know where he came from, but we lay down on the bed. I started by taking off his shirt to get a better look at his sculpted body. I won't lie, he's incredibly hot. I was a bit clumsy; I only knew what I'd seen online, so Cody took the lead.
The kiss continued as he caressed my skin, then kissed my neck. His lips made me tremble.
He moved down to my chest, kissing, caressing, gently kneading it. I felt special with every touch.
He looked at my face for a second, then I felt his hand slip inside the only underwear I was still wearing. His fingers brushed against my lips; his touch felt incredible.
"Ready for something more special?" Cody said.
He gently parted my legs and brought his head to my crotch. I knew what was coming; I'd seen it in videos. He moved my panties aside and began massaging my lips with his open palm. His large fingers felt incredible pressing against me. I simply let myself be carried away by the sensations, and I loved it.
Then he brought his head closer and gave me a couple of kisses on my thighs that drove me wild. He parted my lips, searching for my clitoris, and when he exposed it, he began to suck and lick it. I don't think Cody was a virgin, judging by how well he did all this, but it was the most intense I'd ever felt, better than when I touched myself.
I grabbed his head tightly, pulling him closer. He inserted one of his fingers while continuing to pleasure me with his tongue. The rhythm was perfect, and I soon came on his face. I'd say I was embarrassed, but the smile Cody gave me told me I had no reason to be.
"Will you return the favor..." Cody said as he stood up, revealing a large bulge in his pants that was eager to be released. I could only nod, waiting for what I saw.
With some difficulty, I unbuttoned his pants, the waistband of his trousers and boxers, freeing his beautiful member, which practically shot out. I couldn't help but be amazed; I jumped slightly in surprise. It was about 20 cm. It's so big.
"Can I?" I said. It was all my mind could process.
"Of course, Mia, please," Cody said.
I slowly moved my hand toward his cock and began to encircle it with my slender fingers. It was thick. I won't lie, I was grateful to have practiced with a cucumber in secret. I felt all the warmth in my palm and the texture I liked; his veins formed an interesting pattern. I began with a slow up-and-down motion, and in a few moments, he began to release pre-ejaculate, which served as lubricant.
"Do you like it?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Ah... I love it, Mia," Cody said, something I could feel from his hardness in my palm.
I moved my hand slowly with a firm grip, tracing its entire length. I gradually increased my pace until I reached a considerable rhythm; he simply closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting out moans of pleasure. I moved faster and faster until I reached a frenetic pace. Until he began to ejaculate in my hands.
Out of curiosity, I tasted what I had in my hands; its flavor was, I'd say, unique, like pineapple.
But something I noticed was that he remained hard. From what I'd read and seen, he was supposed to have subsided for a while, but Cody wasn't like that.
"Looks like you still have energy," I said, blushing as I realized what had just happened.
"Sorry, I have a lot of energy," Cody said with a satisfied smile.
I quickly slid between his legs and took his cock in both hands, then began to masturbate him rapidly. It was quite easy with his fluids acting as lubricant. I started kissing him like he showed in the videos, circling his glans with my lips. Then he began to take it in my mouth and suck, while my hands continued to explore and masturbate him.
I pulled it out of my mouth and began to lick the underside, running my tongue over his glans and frenulum. He seemed to like it because I could feel him getting wet.
I put it back in my mouth, letting him enjoy it, and then I felt his hot fluid fill my mouth, making me swallow.
I felt him lift me up to position me on my back.
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I woke up with the sun on my face.
The curtain was half open. The light came in like a slow caress, golden, warm. The air smelled of clean sheets, of warm skin, of shared silence.
Cody was beside me.
He slept on his back, his left arm stretched toward me, as if even asleep he knew I was there. His breathing was deep, calm. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of a slow song.
I didn't move.
Not out of fear.
Out of reverence.
Because that moment was sacred.
My body was a little sore. A little worshipped. Not in an uncomfortable way, but as if I had crossed a physical threshold I didn't know existed. As if every muscle remembered it had lived something new. Something intimate. Something real.
The butterfly on my skin was still there, healing. But now it wasn't only mine. It was part of something more. Of someone else.
The night before had been ours.
Not because of what we did.
Because of what we felt.
Because of what we said without words.
Because of what we let happen without asking permission.
I turned toward him. Watched him.
And for the first time, I allowed myself to think about the future.
Not about duties.
Not about expectations.
About desire.
About possibility.
About us.
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The sun kept coming through the window, but now it was clearer. More direct. More awake.
I was lying on Cody's chest, the blanket up to my waist, my body still a little sore. Not from discomfort. From intensity. From having crossed a threshold I hadn't known I could cross.
He stroked my back with slow, distracted movements. As if his hand thought on its own.
And then I said it.
"What are we?" I asked.
Cody stayed silent. His hand stopped. His breathing changed.
"I don't know," Cody said, honestly.
"That's okay. I wasn't expecting a clear answer," I told him.
I sat up a little. Looked into his eyes. He held my gaze.
"I'm not blind, Cody. I've seen how you get along with Eve. With Roxy. With other girls. It doesn't bother me. I just… know," I said.
He lowered his gaze. Not out of shame. Out of respect.
"I'd like to be your girlfriend. Truly. But I can't. My mother wouldn't allow it. Not now. Not like this," I said.
Cody nodded. Said nothing.
I leaned in. Kissed him. Gentle. Slow. With everything I still couldn't say.
"I love you," I said, pulling back.
He looked at me. With that expression only he had. As if he didn't know if he was dreaming or waking.
"And even if you find a girlfriend. Whether it's Roxy. Eve. Or anyone else. I'll fight for you. In time. When I can. When I'm free," I said.
Cody laughed. Not mockingly. In disbelief.
"I don't know if I'm the luckiest guy in the world or just lucky in the messes I get into," Cody said.
"Both," I said, smiling.
He caressed my cheek. Looked at me as if he wanted to memorize me.
"Thank you for this. For everything. You were a dream I had all my life. And it came true. Even if I don't feel I deserve you… I'll always be here for you," Cody said.
I… couldn't speak.
I just hugged him.
And then, something poked my stomach.
"Ow!" I said, laughing.
"What happened?" Cody asked.
"Something's poking me. Wait…" I said, slipping my hand under the blanket.
… he still had energy after everything last night, seriously… Cody isn't human…
"I'd like to do more. But I can't anymore. My body's exhausted," I said.
Cody laughed.
"That's fine. Better I leave before your dad wakes up and shoots me three times," Cody said.
"Yes. And my mom would help him load the rifle," I said.
Cody stood up. Dressed in silence. Walked to the window.
"Are you going to say goodbye?" Cody asked.
I sat on the bed. Blew him a kiss with my hand.
"Always," I said.
And he… left.
Through the window.
Like before.
But this time it was different. He took something of me with him that would stay forever, and he left something in me for life. No matter where, he is my Cody and I am his Mia.
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