When I woke up in Gray’s bed after my birthday, the naive part of me was sure she’d greet me with a good morning kiss and we’d effortlessly start a brand-new chapter in our relationship. Expectations were rarely ever met by reality though… Instead of kissing me, once her eyes fluttered open, she rushed to our bathroom. In less than thirty seconds, she was kneeling in front of our toilet, heaving and retching.
According to her, it was the worst hangover of her life. Which, to me, seemed factual since she’d looked, sounded and acted like she was on the brink of death. Seeing how she’d behaved while violently hungover taught me two new things about her, by the way… First, she turned into a dramatic overgrown baby whenever she wasn’t feeling well. And second, I found her uncharacteristic neediness so, so incredibly endearing.
Anyway, it took me a week to reach my breaking point. When I’d finished nursing her back to full health, I brought up our perspective-altering kiss. And reminiscent of New Year’s Eve, she’d downplayed it by describing it as ‘just a birthday kiss between two friends.’ Which was utter nonsense because the second time we’d kissed in our bathroom was the best kiss of my life. It changed things for me, it catalyzed my ever-growing feelings for her exponentially… So much so that touching myself to fantasy-Gray was no longer enough. I mean, how could it be after I’d experienced real-Gray take charge? As far as I was concerned, our kiss was in a league all on its own. It was a kiss that felt so, so amazing, it made me think that all the ones that preceded it were nothing more than practice.
Never had I ever been so consumed by a lone, singular thought as I was with the thought of finally sleeping with her. Just envisioning us having sex left my blood hot, my bones cold, my skin prickling. In my head, there was now a supercut of all the sexy things I imagined us doing together… A fantasy film reel starring us that played in my brain on a loop.
It was exhausting, but I’d been on a porn-filming spree, trying to tempt her to touch me. Whenever I put on a show for her, her teeth would sink into her lip and her nails would sink into her skin… She never did what I wanted though, which was sink her fingers into me.
There were a few close calls, but the closest one had happened late last night… All on her own, she’d picked up my camera. Oblivious to the repercussions she was causing in terms of framing and editing, she’d walked up to me to film me touching myself. Close-up. With her so near, I’d unexpectedly climaxed hard. My sudden orgasm had left my body shaking and my throat aching. And I was so certain she was going to give me what I wanted, but when I’d reached out for her, she just handed me the camera. Then she’d left to buy milk from the 24-hour store. I’d reminded her that we still had milk in the fridge, but she just echoed what I said about there being ‘no such thing as too much of a good thing’ then vanished.
The absurd ‘late-night milk shenanigans’ made it clear to me that if I wanted anything to happen between us… Then I had to be the one to make the first move. It was my finger that had to topple the initial domino and set everything in motion.
Which was what I was doing now. With one last groan, I ended the scene on my bed. Instead of getting up and putting clothes on, I asked Gray to pass me one of the mirrorless cameras. Once I had it in my hands, I pulled the metaphorical trigger. Lights, camera, action. “Can you take a quick look at this?” I asked and she bent forward, but I shook my head. “No, sit beside me.”
She briefly hesitated, but she complied before long. “What’s up?” She leaned in to get a better view of the screen then I turned my neck and kissed her. She returned it for a few seconds before pulling away. She pecked my cheek then she shook her head. “Cass, we-”
“Fuck me?”
“What?”
“Do you want to have sex?” It was blunt, but though I only acknowledged my feelings fairly recently, this moment had been months and months in the making… And I was incapable of dillydallying now that we were inches away from the finish line. “With me?”
“Yeah, of course I do, but-”
“Then let’s do this already.” Right now wasn’t the time for reason. “Please, please, please.” Each lustful plea from my mouth was partnered with a chaste kiss from my lips. “You don’t know how badly I want this.”
She shot me a conflicted look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Since I was already naked, I touched my wet sex. I hoped that it’d serve as the last push. I then brought my sticky fingers in front of her face to show her how ‘sure’ I was. Fortunately for my diminishing sanity, the licentious extempore display worked like a charm.
“Okay.”
Between the two of us, she was more in control of herself. She took a second to set my camera on top of my nightstand. Once my bed was free of any and all hazards, she took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so in an instant, her naked boobs were in view. Eyes blinking, my mouth dropped. This was the first time I was seeing her bare chest, so it was also the first time I was seeing the butterfly tattoo on her sternum in full. And it was spectacular with divine colors and shading, but it wasn’t what had me hypnotized… What completely captivated me was the barbell piercing on her left nipple. I knew she had one, but seeing it left me speechless. Every single time I thought I couldn’t find her any sexier, something like this happened and my brain was left reeling.
I thought time stopped, but apparently, I was the only one who wasn’t moving. Smirking at me, she slid both her sweatpants and underwear down in one tug. Fully naked, she knelt on the foot of my bed.
“Goddamn…” I stared at her in disbelief, in admiration. She was art-art in its purest fucking form. Her boobs were smaller than mine, but they were also much perkier. Similar to her feet and hands, her boobs and pussy were ink-less, too. Finally, after all this time, my mental map of her entire body was complete… I’d now seen, with my own two eyes, all the jigsaw tattoo pieces that adorned her flawless skin.
I wasn’t colorblind, so I wasn’t claiming that seeing her naked for the first time was equivalent to seeing colors for the first time. That would be silly. But this moment did permanently change the way I viewed colors. After this, my criteria for superlative descriptions like ‘the bluest ocean’ or ‘the greenest grass’ would be less attainable than before.
Like the sex kitten I’d predicted she’d be, she brought two of her fingers to her mouth. She covered them with spit then she touched her glistening center. Staring at my face, she enticingly spread her pussy lips. Revealing how prettily pink the most intimate part of her was. Her body, the way she moved-everything about her was overloading my visual receptors. I might’ve been lying completely still, but my heart was ricocheting within my chest.
“Fuck me?” I repeated my earlier request, but my voice was softer now. I didn’t want to speak too loudly, worried that doing so would disrupt what was happening. I couldn’t handle another unforeseen interruption, another postponement. She shot me a smile. One that told me that she’d take care of me. She got on top of my body. She placed her hands on my chest. My boobs were a bit too big for her palms to fully clutch, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Her fingers tweaked my puffy nipples as she got rid of the distance between our lips.
What she was doing felt good, but my sex was screaming for her attention. I begged her to ‘get on with the main show.’ She lay on her tummy, between my legs. In her position, I could see an inverted view of the tree tattoo on her back. One whose branches were covered by multi-colored leaves, whose trunk was a tastefully depicted naked woman. Every pigment, every stroke was masterful, magnificent. It stung a bit, but I was spacing out my blinks. I was reluctant to miss even a fragment of a second. She widened the gap between my legs. She kissed the inner parts of my thighs. She then ran her tongue through the sensitive creases near my hips.
“Gray…” I whispered out, unable to form other words, much less complex sentences. I lifted myself on my elbows for a better view. She obviously wanted to take her time, but anticipation was already billowing from every part of me. Our eyes locked and she took pity. She probably sensed my desperation. Like I felt the burning need in my bloodstream, so it was likely written all over my face as well.
She nudged her nose against the neat tuft of ginger hair on my otherwise bare mound. The stud on her nostril glinted. A trace of a smile appeared on her face. She moved lower. With her fingers, she parted my pussy lips for her mouth. She leaned in and placed a light kiss on my clit. My hands grasped my bedsheets, tightly clutching the cloth in my fists. The last thing I saw was a glimpse of her tongue.
Once I felt her licking my pussy, I dropped my full weight back on my mattress. She brushed her tongue over my wet folds. Regardless of how badly I wanted to keep staring at her, the pleasure was too intense, too acute. All I could do was lay still with my eyes closed, absorbing every sensation. The true and tactile feelings blew away all the fake and false figments of my imagination… The fantasy-Gray I’d conjured up couldn’t hold a candle (not even a matchstick) to real-Gray.
After an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was about to climax already. But when I was on the very verge of what would’ve surely been a monumental orgasm, she stopped and pulled away. The unexpected cool air that hit my wetness was shocking. The loss of contact actually hurt.
“Cass…” My eyelids opened. I didn’t know how to process what was going on. I was so, so, so close to coming. Why did she stop? She crawled up my body. Her lips met my own. We kissed and I tasted myself on her tongue. The tip of her nose brushed against mine. “You okay?”
I nodded, dazed and confused. “Why’d you stop? I was so close.”
“I know you were, but I just- I-” She kissed my jaw then my cheek. “I was talking to you, but I wasn’t getting any responses.” No joke, I didn’t hear anything. “So, I wanted to check in… Everything okay?”
“I just need to come.” My mouth felt dry, my brain felt hazy. I knew she wasn’t intentionally edging me, but that was what she’d inadvertently done. I understood how delayed gratification could be satisfying… But the last thing I needed was to wait longer. “Please?”