Ophelia McCarthy (breatheoutside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-09 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg and Phee
When: Sunday, Nov 19th, early early AM
Where: Greg’s house
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Phee had tried to shake off what Victoria had said to her by the cooler. She knew Greg liked parties and she wanted to make Greg happy, but she really couldn’t get her mind back on having fun. Since she couldn’t seem to keep her mouth shut today, it hadn’t taken her too long before she’d pulled Greg aside and asked if they could leave. Sebastian and Hunter had headed off already, and she really didn’t want to hang out with anybody else who was there. She just wanted to be alone with her boyfriend.
Greg had driven them back to his place, and Phee had managed to hold onto her tongue until they got in the driveway. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Victoria had said, that Greg would just get tired of her and dump her after they had sex, that so many other girls had slept with him already, that he had some reputation as a bulldozer and what did that even mean? Victoria had said that the two of them had never hooked up, but why should she believe that? Phee was feeling so keyed up and tightly wound, her brain running in circles, anxiety twisting up her stomach. She thought maybe she ought to just go home, but she didn’t want to.
“Have you fucked Victoria Chapman?” she blurted as soon as they’d stopped, looking over at Greg with her fists clenched on her knees.
Greg's reaction was a knee-jerk one, a reflex before he could even think about what she'd said. His eyebrows shot up and he curled his lip, looking disturbed and surprised. "Ew no," he said and then processed what she had just asked him. "Why would you even ask me that?" He wasn't oblivious to her mood driving back but she hadn't wanted to talk about it at the bonfire when she asked him to leave so he doubted pushing her in the car would help. It was such a random question though and the first thing he thought was that Victoria had said something to her, or maybe someone was spreading rumors? What the fuck?
His instant disgust made Phee feel a tiny bit better, and some of the tension in her body eased up a bit. It was hard to fake that kind of reaction, and she knew Greg wasn’t a great liar. She thought she knew that, anyway. She nibbled on her bottom lip a tiny bit and tried to swallow down the sudden lump in her throat. “Because she was running her mouth at the bonfire, like out of nowhere she started saying stuff to me. Like she thought you would’ve been tired of me by now so why was I there, and that you’ve broken up with so many girls after you slept with them and that like, status is so important and I’ll pull yours down or something.” Phee realized she was ranting and her voice was starting to waver and she made herself stop and take a breath.
Jesus. Greg was staring at her as she spoke, frowning in confusion that slowly veered more towards anger. "Yeah that sounds like Victoria," he muttered and what business did that bitch have talking to Phee about him? "She likes talking shit. You do know none of that is true, right?" He'd had one night stands, of course, but he was pretty sure he hadn't left a trail of broken hearts in his wake or anything. Random encounters with sexually liberal chicks who liked to have fun did not equal using girls and dumping them after. None of his relationships had ended after some big sexual conquest.
“Do I?” she said before she could stop herself, her voice going a higher pitched for a second. Phee’s breath caught and a couple of stupid tears leaked out of her eyes. She swiped at them and sniffed, then gave him a pained look. “I mean ... I guess I do, yeah. Not like you’d do that on purpose, but I dunno, you’re like ... so much more experienced than me and I don’t even know how many people you’ve been with or if I even want to know, you know?” Phee made a disgusted sound at herself and rubbed her eyes again. She didn’t want to be saying any of this. “So many dudes are just giant assholes and I don’t think you’re one of those, but what if I’m just too dumb to know better?”
She was right about a lot of it, that was the catch of it. Greg had seen it happen plenty of times and he might have broken a heart or two by accident because stuff like that was way more complicated than it had any right to be. But she wasn't right about this and he shook his head as he reached out for her, feeling a little lost because she was legit crying and he just wanted to kill Victoria Chapman right about now. "You're the smartest person I know, Phee," he told her. "And being with you, it totally doesn't feel like you're inexperienced or anything."
Snuggling wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do in a car, but Phee still leaned over when Greg reached for her. She needed that closeness, and he had a nice shoulder to bury her face in for a minute. “Book smart is different,” she mumbled as she slipped her arm around his ribs. She felt pretty fucking clueless about social stuff, and that was what relationships were. Greg had had a ton more of them than she had, no matter how short they might’ve been. She hugged him and nuzzled her face into his neck and sighed. “That’s good, though,” she added, not wanting to be a complete downer. “I just ... really like you.”
"Hey," Greg said softly. "I really like you too. I've never had a girlfriend I click with like this, you know? In every way." God he hoped that made her feel better, it was true so he wasn't just saying it for the sake of placating her. This was probably the one thing where they didn't click at all because he had never been very good with crying girls. Especially since they always seemed to cry about things that were totally out there and hypothetical.
It was what Phee really needed to hear, and Greg said it so sweetly. She believed him too, so Phee really hoped he meant it. If it turned out that he was blowing smoke up her ass and he turned around and dumped her soon? She would make him pay for it somehow. But from what she knew of Greg -- and Phee liked to think she knew him pretty well now -- he was way above all that kind of bullshit. She gave him a grateful squeeze and just held on for a beat before she pulled back to kiss his cheek. “That means a lot to me,” she murmured. Then smiled a tiny bit and added, “Victoria’s such a cunt.”
"She really is," Greg groaned. "So what she just came up to you and started talking shit about me? What the fuck?" Had he pissed her off somehow lately? Who could tell with Victoria, she was unpredictable and moody and he'd seen her rip people to shreds for what seemed like no reason at all. Greg just hadn't ever been between her teeth and it was weird for that to suddenly changed when he'd been nothing but pleasant to her.
Phee realized she hadn’t really described the interaction very well. It was just hard when it had been so upsetting and every emotion tonight had felt dialed to eleven. “No, not exactly,” Phee said, dropping her head onto Greg’s shoulder again. “It seemed more like ... I dunno, she was just being a mean girl. Like super casual ‘oh you’re still here? I thought Greg would be done with you by now’ kind of stuff. Like she just wanted to make me feel shitty.” And she’d succeeded, which really rankled Phee. She didn’t want to give Victoria that kind of power over her, but it was hard to avoid. “It was just girl politics, I guess. I did tell her to shut the fuck up though. That felt pretty good. She’ll probably have me killed or something, but hey ... worth it.”
Greg could feel his annoyance building rapidly, until Phee told him what she'd said back to Victoria. That made him laugh and he rubbed at Phee's back, pressing a little kiss on the side of her head. "That's my girl," he murmured. It was tricky when it was girls that were being assholes, it was girl politics like Phee had said and he wasn't a girl. He couldn't very well charge at Victoria at school on Monday and punch her or something, guy politics were so much simpler. He could give her a cold shoulder though and that was what he was going to do. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he promised. "Even Victoria's bruisers."
Phee hated drama. She’d been caught up in a bit of it before here and there, like all teenagers, bickering band friends and breakups, that sort of thing. But she’d stayed either mostly invisible or acceptable because she was Sebastian McCarthy’s sister. It was no surprise that dating Greg had opened her up to the scrutiny of the popular girls, but that didn’t mean that Phee had to like it. They could all kiss her fat white ass, she thought sulkily. And at least Greg seemed to really like and appreciate her, that was what mattered. Like she’d said. Victoria was wrong. “Thanks, Bulldozer,” she murmured with a little smile, trying to let the comfort really seep in. “... she said not only the boys call you that, though ... are you like ... really rough or something?” She asked it in kind of a small voice and she hoped he wouldn’t get offended. But if that was what he liked, Phee wanted to be prepared for it.
"What?" Greg almost yelped, pulling back so he could look her in the eye to see if she was joking. "No?" What the fuck had Victoria been babbling about? "She said what? What is wrong with her? Jesus." He groaned and pulled Phee back to his shoulder because his new flare up of irritation wasn't directed at her. "No, I'm not rough. I mean, I totally can be if that turns out to be your thing but I don't need it, I'm not... Jesus, Victoria is such a bitch." He couldn't help but start scanning his memories for the girls he'd had sex with, trying to remember if he'd been rough with any of them. What the hell.
It was a shitty lie to spread about someone, but Greg’s reaction still brought a smile to Phee’s face. He just looked so appalled, like he would just never. It was both adorable and reassuring. She hadn’t thought he would push her into really rough sex or anything, but sometimes things could get out of control, right? Greg’s disgust at the idea just made Phee feel even safer with him. She kissed his shoulder and then shifted her hand to the back of his neck to pull him into a solid kiss on the mouth. “Fuck her,” she said when she pulled back, though she knew it wouldn’t be so easy to shake off. “Let’s go inside.”
"Uh, no thanks," Greg replied with a wry smile, even if he knew what Phee meant by 'fuck her'. "To hell with her," he amended and his smile came a little easier. He was definitely going to have to words with her. Or her boyfriend. High school politics were complicated. He was glad they'd had this talk in the car and not in the house. Hunter and Sebastian were already there and while Greg was pretty sure they'd gone straight to the guest room they could still be out in the main room. He wouldn't have wanted an audience for Phee's misery since Bash might have blamed it on him. "Hey Phee," he murmured then, catching her hand and giving it a little squeeze. "Don't let her get to you, okay?"
Phee gave a little laugh at Greg’s correction, nodding vigorously. Yes, that was much better. And it made her feel pretty damn good that Greg didn’t want to touch Victoria with a ten foot pole. He wanted her instead. Chubby, nerdy her. She felt a tiny bit wobbly at his sincerity, but it was a good feeling this time, and Phee pulled his hand up to kiss his knuckles. He had big hands, she loved that. She put her cheek to the back of it for a second and nodded. “You either,” she said. “She’s just too small minded to have anything else to talk about than other people.”
"I can take whatever she flings my way," Greg replied. "But this fucking girl politics shit? Not cool, not cool at all." He nudged a finger against her cheek in a sort of caress. "Are you my girl?" he asked with a little smile, less of a question than a reminder and he wanted to hear her say it. Hell, he wanted to hear her say it all the time but tonight at this moment it felt important for both of them.
The ridiculous happiness that she’d been feeling all night had faded somewhat, but that question made a warmer version of it bloom in Phee’s chest again. She kissed his finger and bit her tongue on saying she was utterly and completely his girl and would stay that way for as long as he wanted her. As much as she felt it, she was aware it could be Too Much. “I’m definitely your girl,” she murmured instead, giving him a warm smile before she released his hand. It turned a tiny bit wicked easily enough. “Come in with me and I’ll show you.”
He was about to tell her he was totally her guy too but that smile of hers kind of made him forget the words and he grinned back. "Okay then," he murmured, pausing only for a second before opening the car door to get outside. She could show him she was his girl and he could show her Victoria Chapman was fucking wrong. He walked around the car and took her hand when she was outside, hoping they wouldn't walk in on super noisy gay sex in there.
Phee felt ten times better walking into Greg’s house hand in hand than she had walking from the bonfire the same way. Even though she’d done it in a very blurty way, she was glad that she’d brought up to him what Victoria had said. His word meant way more than that bitch’s, and Phee was going to try not to let anything anybody else had to say get under her skin. She was a bit relieved that Hunter and Bash were nowhere to be found when they walked into the house and went downstairs. She was happy that her brother was out now and happy with his boyfriend, but she was really beyond ready for some private time with Greg. Phee shed her shoes and jacket near the stairs, then let him lead the way to wherever they were settling.
Greg was guessing the boys were already in the guest room but he still led the way to his bedroom, wanting to be alone with Phee in case Bash and Hunter came out to hang out. He seriously doubted it since they weren't there already but it was still a possibility. He closed the door behind them and pulled Phee in close, kissing her lips softly. "How are you doing?" he asked, guessing Phee might be coming down from whatever she'd been on and that might be a reason for concern.
Hugging in the car didn’t hold a candle to how nice it felt to really feel Greg’s arms around her. Phee kissed him back, then briefly nudged her face into the crook of his neck. He still smelled really good, like the cologne he’d worn to the dance tempered with the outdoorsy scent of smoke from the bonfire and sea air. It was soothing to her earth senses. “I’m okay,” she answered softly, lifting her head again to look at him. Phee gave him a little smile. “Better from Victoria, but like ... I dunno, kinda like I’m coming down from that squeeeee feeling at the dance. I guess whatever it was is leaving my system?”
"If it was Molly, coming down can be rough," Greg told her, soothingly rubbing her back just in case that was going on with her. He'd heard stories, the worst ones involving people wanting to die when the artificial happiness wore off. He hoped he could keep that nonsense at bay. She looked okay, not like she wanted to cry or anything so maybe she was okay. He gave her a little smile though he still looked a little concerned. What kind of a fucking idiot put actual drugs in the cookies at a school dance? He sometimes put a little rum in the punch, not nearly enough to get people drunk but this took the cake. "Let me know if you feel weird, okay?"
Phee still wasn’t sure that she’d been high on something. She hadn’t felt like she had the few times she’d had weed, she definitely hadn’t been drunk, she’d just felt really good and happy and loving at everybody. Could somebody have spiked the punch with antidepressants or something? That probably wasn’t how they worked, though. Greg’s concern for her was sweet, but Phee really hoped he didn’t baby her for the rest of the night. There were other things she wanted to do. “I will,” she promised, giving him a warm smile back. Phee gripped the sides of his shirt in her hands and gave it a little tug. “I’m fine, I swear. Can we just ... snuggle or something?”
"Or something?" Greg replied with a little grin. "Yeah, we can snuggle or something. You wanna snuggle naked?" Maybe she still felt weird and he wasn't about to push her. If she didn't want to be naked, maybe she didn't mind it if he was. He felt warm now that they were inside and he wanted to strip down to his boxers. Ideally he wanted to see if she'd worn panties he hadn't seen before but he wasn't going to push it.
That was a good sign that Greg wasn’t feeling too fretty, and Phee grinned at him. She hoped he was just going to follow her lead, because she really did feel fine. “Yeah I wanna snuggle naked,” she confirmed with a soft laugh. That had been one of her main goals of the night, after all. Along with everything that naked snuggling generally led to. After planting another soft kiss against his lips, Phee took the first step and reached for the bottom of Greg’s shirt to start pulling it up.
Greg let her pull it up all the way, helping a bit. He had never been shy about his body, knowing full well he didn't have any reason to be, but something about the way Phee looked at him and even verbally praised him made stripping so much more fun. He even flexed a little without thinking about it, just for her, then reached for her shirt to slip his hands underneath it, stroking her back and sides before starting to undress her.
Phee leaned in to press a couple of kisses against Greg’s collarbone before it was her turn to take her shirt off. She honestly didn’t understand how any girl could see his body and not praise it. Her boyfriend was hot as fuck, there was no way around it. Which apparently meant some girls thought she didn’t deserve him or whatever, but screw that. Greg looked at her like she was a snack too, and Phee thought it made them perfect together. She lifted her arms to help get her shirt off. The bra underneath was more fancy than normal, lacy and a pretty dark purple. It was her best bra, and as her hair fell back down around her shoulders, she felt pretty sexy in it. Phee slid her hands up Greg’s arms and over to his chest, her gaze warm as she looked at him.
Greg didn't really give a shit about colors but sometimes he really noticed them and that meant something was being done really right, like now with the way Phee's hair curled against her shoulders in a nice contrast to the purple straps. His gaze followed then down to how her bra hugged her breasts and his breath hitched a little. "Fuck," he whispered, sounded awed as he touched her again, his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was so much paler than his, courtesy of the redhead genes, and he loved the contrast of it against his arms.
Girls complained all the time about guys being horndogs and Phee had read so much about feminism and women not wanting to be objectified and the like, but every time he sounded like that because of her body, Phee got an intense feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was like a buzz of electricity that was connected to her clit. She didn’t know what that meant as far as her personhood or whatever was concerned, but Phee was really getting hooked on that sensation. She slipped her arms further around Greg’s neck and shoulders and kissed him as soon as she could reach his mouth. Her core was rapidly warming up, and his bare skin felt so good against hers.
Greg had been looking forward to this night all week here he was, relieved it was over and they were back home and by themselves, finally. He wasn't sure what he'd expected the bonfire to be like but it wasn't at all what he'd hoped for, nothing like the last one, things had changed too much. It was okay, Phee was making it all end up on a much nicer note and he deepened the kiss, his fingers straying up her back to fiddle with the clasps on her bra. He didn't undo them just yet, not wanting to rush but okay, maybe one.
She ran her hands through his hair, equally glad to finally be alone with him. It had been an incredible night, even though it was kind of rollercoaster-y. It had definitely been full of feelings, and she was having even more of them now. Good ones though, for sure. Phee had blocked out the knowledge that her brother and Hunter were in the same house -- they were obviously busy with themselves, and that was great. All she wanted was Greg, so her awareness stopped at his bedroom door and it was perfect. She felt him starting to take her bra off and she pulled back a little, smiling. “Hang on,” she whispered. “You gotta get the full effect ...” Phee undid her jeans and took a step back to push them down over her hips and thighs. Her panties matched the bra, dark purple and lacy, and she thought it all looked really nice together.
"Ooh," Greg cooed, stepping back and looking her over happily. He'd expected cute, even funny, panties and he loved those but yeah, this was definitely a look he appreciated. He had naively thought girls always wore matching underwear when he was younger because that's just how it was in mainstream media and all, so it felt like 'the right way' but these days he knew it was a treat. The matching underwear looked amazing on her, hugging her curves, dark against pale skin. He'd already been getting aroused just from the kissing and this really got him going. "Hot," he murmured and licked his bottom lip before prying his gaze from her body to meet her eyes.
It wasn’t a thong, because Phee hated those, but the panties did hug her butt in a way that she really thought looked good, at least. She did a little turn so Greg could see it all, her stomach fluttering happily over his reaction. Maybe it was silly and unnecessary, but she’d really wanted to wear something sexy for her first time. Not everything had gone the way she wanted it to tonight, but at least this part was off to a good start. Phee moved in closer again, her hands slipping around the bare skin of Greg’s waist. “You’re hot,” she murmured back with a soft snicker, tilting her face up to kiss him again. After another moment, Phee’s hands wandered back around between them and she started undoing the front of Greg’s pants.
Objectively, Greg knew he was hot, he'd have to be an idiot not to know when he was popular, sought after and had two functional eyes in his head and plenty of mirrors in his life. Knowing didn't make hearing it any less special, especially when it came from the girl he liked, and he felt like preening and probably would have if they hadn't been kissing seconds later. He grinned against her lips, humming contently and then her hands were on his jeans and different sort of happy feelings rushed through him. He deepened the kiss, stroking her skin but not making another attempt at removing her bra. She looked damn good in her underwear so he could hold off for a little while longer.
She undid Greg’s belt and the buttons while she kissed him back, all those flutters turning into a deeper sort of tickle. Phee knew he probably wasn’t wearing special underwear for her, but it was still really sexy to slip her hands between his jeans and boxer briefs to start pushing the outer layer down. The whole rest of the night was fading further and further away, and Phee was pretty happy about that. As good as she’d felt on whatever it was they’d unintentionally ingested, she was glad it was going away. She wanted to be clear-headed and present for all this. Once Greg’s jeans were down, Phee let her hand brush over the front of his underwear, teasing the bulge there.
Greg didn't really have special underwear. In his opinion all his underwear was pretty nice, but he did wear nice boxer briefs, black and white and snug against his body. Not snug enough to feel anything like Phee's hand on him and he grinned into the kiss again, running his hands up her back to slip under her bra. He loved how unabashed she was when it came to touching him, taking initiative and getting what she wanted, hell he loved that she so obviously wanted him.
Maybe she should’ve been more shy and hesitant or whatever girls were ‘supposed’ to act like around their mostly-naked boyfriends, but Phee didn’t care. She was his girl and he was her guy, for however long that lasted, and she felt safe with him, so there was no hesitation in her about touching him. It all felt so good, and who didn’t like that? Grinning back a tiny bit herself, Phee gave Greg’s bottom lip a nibble, then started backing up toward the bed. They’d decided on naked snuggling, after all, she didn’t want to stand around all night. She hooked her finger into the front of his underwear and gave it a little tug to bring him with her.
Greg stepped out of the jeans pooling around his ankles and followed her to the bed, happy to let her tug him along but when they got there he took over, pushing her to sit down and leaning down to kiss her again. "Scoot," he murmured, low and quiet into her mouth, a smile tugging on his lips again. It was a funny word he noted and it felt a bit like a stoner-thought. Scoot. He followed her up on the bed, keeping close and sneaking little kisses on her skin whenever she stilled.
Phee went where she was guided, scooting back for him when he told her too and trying not to grin like an outright idiot. She took her time since Greg kept kissing her, his lips against her bare skin extremely distracting in the best way. She stopped scooting when there were pillows behind her, and Phee leaned back against them, nibbling briefly on her bottom lip as she watched him, her hands running over his arms and shoulders.
Greg grinned up at her from where he'd been kissing her stomach, pushing himself further up to kiss her breasts and collarbone. "You're good at scooting," he murmured as he worked his way up, pressing a kiss on her lips. She seemed happier which meant he'd reached one of his goals for the evening, now for the rest of them.
She tittered before their lips met, parting her legs as Greg climbed up closer. Phee wrapped them loosely around his hips. “I’m good at a lot of things,” she murmured cheekily into the kiss, then giggled again. Sliding her hands up his arms and around his shoulders, Phee kissed him a bit deeper and gave a soft, pleased hum. She felt warm all over, already kind of squirmy and wet. She wanted to be patient, but there still felt like too many layers of clothes between them. “And I wanna see if I’ll be good at like ... everything,” she whispered.
Oh, Greg knew she was good at many more things and thinking about it just made him feel hotter, especially with the way she said it. He might have told him too but he preferred kissing her and then... then she spoke again and he quirked a brow. "Everything?" he asked, likewise in a whisper. "You mean you wanna-?" He was absolutely down for that, whenever she felt ready, he just hadn't really expected it that soon.
It didn’t feel too soon to Phee, since she’d been obsessively thinking about it for days and days and days on end, and she’d planned for it to happen tonight. Things at the dance had gotten a little weird, and she hadn’t expected Bash to so loudly come out, or Victoria Chapman to make her cry at the bonfire and all that, but it was still what she wanted. She bit gently into her bottom lip and nodded ... then quirked a suddenly fretful eyebrow at him. “I mean ... if you still do?” she offered. She’d been assuming Greg’s answer, and she shouldn’t have, she realized. Maybe he wasn’t ready, or not in the mood since she’d just been questioning him about his sexual past or something.
Greg almost laughed because her question was so sincere and so wildly out of the blue to him, but she looked so earnest and somewhat worried that he bit back on it and just nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I mean, yeah, of course, fuck yeah." He stopped himself before he could say yeah ten more times and this time he did laugh but it was because he was being too enthusiastic. He hadn't expected Phee to be ready yet, wasn't sure how birth control worked and how long it took to get it. Girl stuff always seemed so needlessly complicated. "Have you ever... like- have you used anything before?" he asked then because while he was definitely and absolutely on board with having sex, it was a little intimidating deflowering someone.
The doctor had said that the birth control would take at least a month to be effective, and Phee had decided almost immediately that she didn’t want to wait that long. Maybe she was rushing things, but if she was, at least she was doing it for her own sake, right? Greg hadn’t been pressuring her at all, she didn’t feel like it was something she should have been doing or that she was behind the other girls or anything ... Phee just wanted him, all of him. She knew it would be good and he would take care of her, and she wanted him to be the one to guide her into this next phase of sex. Greg’s enthused reaction made her grin, but her expression turned thoughtful again at his question. Did he mean condoms? No, he knew she was a virgin ... oh. “You mean like, inside of me?” she asked, then shook her head a little. “My fingers, a little, but that’s it. ... I know it’s probably gonna hurt some, it’s okay. I’m ready for that. You have to use a condom, though.” Really, it was probably better that way -- Phee knew there would probably be some blood involved too, and she would rather that be on latex than his skin.
"Yeah of course," Greg said quickly, because no way was he going to do it without a condom, that was just crazy. "Okay, we'll go really slow," he promised and wondered if he was the more nervous one at the moment because Phee seemed so okay with it. Pain and sex just didn't go together in his mind, not at all, and it didn't seem fair that a first time brought any sort of discomfort. It should be like for a guy, just happy and at worst a little surprising, busting a nut. They'd use a lot of lube and he'd use his fingers for a while and... Fuck he was nervous. "You let me know if it's too much and I'll back off or you can do it or, you know, whatever you want."
Phee had read all kinds of stuff on the internet about girls’ first times, so she felt pretty prepared for whatever might be coming. She knew it would probably hurt, but maybe not, she knew it might not feel good for a couple of minutes into it, she knew that Greg might come before that even happened. Phee was ready to get it out of the way so they could do it again without the pain next time. She smiled softly at him and wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders to bring him in closer. “It’ll be okay,” she murmured, brushing their lips together. It was kind of funny and kind of sweet to be the one saying that, but he seemed like he needed to hear it. “Just go slow, like you said. And shut up and kiss me.”
That was something Greg could do. He might not be great at shutting up but kissing definitely helped him do that. He let out a little laugh before he kissed her, slowly smoothing his hands over her sides and hips, up and down, exploring her curves and the contrast between skin and fabric. He was in no rush to get her underwear off just yet, kissing was good, touching was good, everything else could wait a few moments. He was taking it slow after all.
She realized that she had just been assuming that Greg had had sex with a virgin before, just by virtue of their age. Phee was starting to realize that she was probably wrong about that, given all of his fretting. It kind of made her feel even better about it all, in a weird way. It was like a first time for both of them. She had faith they could feel their way through it together, and she tried to stop thinking about it and just focus on kissing him and how his hands glided over her skin. She stroked him back, tracing the curves of muscle in his upper back and arms and nibbling softly at his bottom lip.
Greg took his time with just that, it felt good and the weight of his hard cock wasn't overwhelming yet. He could wait, wanted to wait considering this was her first time and all. It felt good to just touch and be touched for a while and the kiss was something he felt like he could do for hours. Eventually he slipped his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, slipping it slowly off her shoulders and pulling it away from her chest so he could get his hands on her breasts without anything in the way. Her nipples were hard under his palm and it made his cock twitch happily.
The longer they kissed, the easier it was for Phee to forget about what was coming. Not that she was really nervous, it just felt good to be in the moment and enjoy what was happening. She sat up a tiny bit so Greg could take her bra off, inhaling a sharper breath when he put his hands on her breasts. She’d never played with her nipples much on her own, but she’d found very quickly that she loved Greg’s hands and fingers and mouth on them. The crotch of her panties were already damp, and she gradually started to feel her heartbeat in her clit, everything feeling more and more sensitive. Phee slipped her hand between them while she had the room to rub the shape of Greg’s cock through his boxers.
Greg was sort of forming a plan in his head, thinking ahead as he let Phee enjoy the moment. Maybe if she came first it'd be easier, he knew how to get her off with his mouth and even if he only got her close he was pretty sure it'd loosen her up a little. It would probably hurt anyway, he'd heard such mixed things about hymens. Some people said they were a myth, others that they were sort of there and yet others said they were really hard to break. What if all those things were true and it depended on the girl? God he hoped it wouldn't be an issue. He grinned against her lips as she touched him back, then pulled away only to trail little nibbles and kisses down her neck.
Unaware that she was being plotted against, Phee let her head fall back to give him plenty of room. Pleasant shivers from his lips on her neck rolled down her body. She still had her legs hooked over Greg’s thighs, and they tightened restlessly around him, her hips lifting a bit just by instinct. She wasn’t planning it, but her aroused brain kept fantasizing about him just pushing his boxers down and her panties to one side and sliding his cock into her. It wasn’t going to go that smoothly and she knew it, and a condom had to happen, but damn if she wasn’t thirsty for that feeling of fullness in her imagination. One hand came up to run through Greg’s hair as her breathing got deeper and heavier.
Pushing in without preparations was the last thing Greg wanted to do so Phee wasn't going to get her fantasy fulfilled - probably a good thing all things considered. He wasn't oblivious to her growing arousal though and he suspected going too slow would just be frustrating instead of considerate so he started kissing her lower, sucking lightly on a nipple before working his way down her stomach. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, kissing her mound before glancing up at her as if to ask if this was okay so far.
Part of Phee wanted to protest and hold onto him tighter, but she did love it when he went down on her, and the wetter and more receptive her body was, the better everything would probably be. She lifted her head when he started taking her panties off, her brown eyes hazy, squirming her hips to help. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth for a second once she re-settled, her hand brushing through his thick hair again. She moved her legs a bit to give him more room, hooking one over his shoulder and relaxing back again.
Greg knew she could take his fingers already though he didn't know if that said a damn thing about the status of her hymen. Maybe it was deeper, maybe he was already pushing past it and it was like some people said, just a circle-ish kind of thing. His dick was way bigger than his fingers so maybe that's where the pain came from. His thoughts were churning as he squared his shoulders against her legs to support her and took that first swipe of her pussy, pressing his thumb against the wet opening and rubbing gently.
He had nice broad shoulders, and Phee relaxed her thighs against them, her toes curling against his back as he started to lick her. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Greg’s tongue and lips against her most sensitive flesh. By contrast, Phee’s brain was getting pleasantly empty, just full of sexy thoughts and images as her pleasure got more intense. She shifted her hips a bit against his mouth, wanting that finger deeper inside of her. She appreciated that he was going slow with her, but they'd already done this and she knew how good it felt.
Her movements were pretty telling and Greg took them as a sign to take things to the next level. He didn't want her frustrated, just ready. "Fuck you taste good," he groaned against her before sucking lightly on her clit, lifting her up a little and pressing a couple of fingers inside of her. It didn't feel like he needed to start with one, she was wet already and obviously hungry for it.
That slide of his thick fingers and the way they filled her up was delicious. Phee knew from up close experience that Greg’s cock was even thicker, and smoother since it lacked knuckles, and she felt completely positive in that moment that she was going to come undone as soon as he was inside of her. With as good as she was currently feeling, she couldn’t even conceive of it hurting. She moaned and rocked her hips a little, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, I can’t wait to feel you,” she breathed.
If those exact words couldn't get a guy rock hard, nothing would. Fuck. Greg was already there but he still felt the impact, groaning softly as he sucked on her clit. She was taking his fingers easily now, clenching around them (and oh god he couldn't stop thinking about that sensation around his cock) but his cock was bigger and he was still a little fretful about hurting her. After a moment he pulled back and raised his head, kissing her thigh. "Do you wanna try?" he murmured, still slow fucking her with two fingers.
Phee was getting lost in what he was already doing, the desire for more humming under the surface, but gods, she didn’t want him to stop. She lifted her head, cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy when he pulled back, her stomach twisting pleasantly at the question. She wet her lips and nodded, her hands sliding along the back of his neck. “Yeah,” she whispered. If it hurt too much or something, they could always stop and go back to this, she hoped. But it was probably best to try it when she was this turned on. Phee moved her legs off of him so he could get up.
Greg sat up, excited and nervous which was sort of a first. Having sex with someone for the first time was just a lot less nerve wracking when it wasn't their first time. He kept his hand where it was for a few seconds longer, lightly rubbing around with his thumb before pulling his fingers out and moving past her to find a condom. He'd go slow, he could totally go slow, and he knew Phee enough by now that he was sure she'd say something if she wasn't liking it.
Not sure what she should be doing, Phee let her knees fall together and drew them up a bit, ankles crossing as she watched him. Nerves fluttered in her chest, but they felt kind of good mixed in with arousal. Greg’s dick kind of looked even bigger than it ever had, but she knew that was just her brain. This might suck for a minute or two, but it was going to end up feeling good, she had faith. She reached out to curl her fingers around him and lightly stroke, just to feel that soft, warm skin before it got covered up.
For a virgin she always seemed to know how to touch him just right and Greg's cock twitched happily in her soft grip. He grinned at her and moved back to where he'd been before, one hand slowly stroking her thigh. "You want to stay like this?" he asked since it really should be a lady's choice sort of night and he honestly had no idea what position would be easiest for the first time.
This being her first time, Phee didn’t know either. She knew she didn’t want to ride him, she definitely wasn’t ready for that yet, and from behind seemed too impersonal. Phee wanted to be able to look at his face, some deeply insecure part of her wanting to watch for signs he wasn’t enjoying himself. And to kiss him, because she felt like she would need to do that too. “Yes,” she answered, wrapping her legs around Greg’s hips again. She held her arms out to slide around his shoulders as he came in closer, her heart already beating hard.
Greg made quick work of getting the condom on, smiling when she reached for him. He might be confident and popular and all that shit Phee sometimes worried about, but there was nothing quite like really feeling wanted by a girl, especially a girl he liked. He moved to accommodate, his cock hard against her as he braced himself on one hand and leaned down to kiss her, his free hand stroking her breast and stomach slowly. He could kiss her for hours, he thought, which was probably a good thing if this whole deflowering thing didn't work out. Why wouldn't it? Fuck if he knew, hope for the best and prepare for the worst or something. "You're gorgeous," he murmured against her lips and she really was like an earth goddess or something, curvy and fiery and literally an earth witch.
Her clit gave a little throb as she felt Greg’s cock press against her, and she made a soft sound into the kiss. Phee dragged her short nails lightly across his upper back, feeling full of restless energy already. She loved how he felt over her, all graceful muscle and that smell that she was so in love with. Those deep, soft words made her feel gorgeous, which was another thing she was rapidly getting hooked on. Her heart was feeling achey in a way she wasn’t expecting, and she kissed him with a bit more hunger. “I want you so bad,” she breathed back, squeezing him a bit with her thighs.
Greg groaned softly at that and fuck, they were really doing this, he wasn't letting anything interrupt them tonight, the house could catch fire and he wouldn't care. He rocked his hips slowly against her, dragging his cock along her skin as he dipped down to kiss her again. It wasn't enough and soon he moved his hand between them, touching her again and bringing the tip of his cock to her pussy, slowly rubbing against her clit before bringing it down to press against the wet opening. He wondered momentarily if he should have used more fingers first but it wasn't like they couldn't go back to that if she didn't like this so he waved that worry away for now and pressed in slowly.
Phee rocked with him as he just rubbed against her, needing to feel as much of him as possible. She already wished the condom wasn’t necessary, because it didn’t feel as good as Greg’s skin did, but she was glad not to have to worry about the more serious consequences during her first time. Her birth control would kick in soon enough. Phee tried to relax as much as she could as she felt Greg start to push into her. She tucked her head in, temple against his so she could take a deep, slow breath. The very tip felt really good, but as Greg sank in the pressure got stronger and stronger. Phee closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip against the sharp pain, her arm tightening around Greg’s neck.
She was impossibly tight and Greg stopped moving when he felt that added pressure of her arm against his neck. She might not have told him to stop but sometimes bodies said more than they meant to. "Hold on," he said quietly and pulled out a little. She was wet but he still felt like maybe a lot more lubrication could make this easier and so he reached for the bottle. It took a bit of patting and feeling around before he found the hard plastic against his fingers and managed to grab hold of it. "Should be easier," he explained, sitting up just enough to pour some of the lube onto his cock and spreading it around. "You okay?"
She almost protested, filled with that squirmy feeling that just wanted to get it over with. But he was probably right. She’d felt really wet around his fingers, but the latex seemed to make things less slick. Phee watched him get some lube on himself, one hand idly cupping her breast. The softness was almost a comfort. “Yeah,” she murmured back, giving him a little smile. “It’s just, like ... a stretch.” Everything she’d read had said she would adjust though, and Phee was eager to get to that part.
Greg knew stretches could hurt but only when it came to muscle and such, he supposed it was something similar here, stretching something that wasn't used to stretching so slow was definitely good. He smiled back at her and once he felt like things were slick enough he moved back into place and kissed her. "You feel amazing," he told her even if it was almost too much, that pressure bearing down on his cock when he pushed inside again. Just a stretch, he was determined not to make her bleed like some fucking cliche.
Phee smiled briefly at that, more pleased to hear it out loud than she might’ve thought. People rolled their eyes so much and made jokes about guys liking to stick their dicks into anything warm, so it was all amazing, but it was way different to listen to the praise in the moment. She wanted him to feel amazing and love being inside of her, and it made the sting easier to deal with. Phee shifted her hips a bit into an angle that seemed to hurt less, slowly kissing Greg’s lips and then his jaw. Her fingers curled against his back as he went deeper, but Phee kept her legs locked around him. She made a soft noise when she felt his body press flush against hers. God, that was such a full feeling. “Oh my god,” she murmured slowly.
It was the first time - and absolutely only time - Greg kind of wished his dick was smaller. It wasn't ginormous or anything but it was larger than average and that was not the greatest thing ever for first times. It was an honest to god relief when he was fully inside her, knowing she could take it and knowing he wasn't about to go deeper. It was hard to think, the sensation was so overwhelming, but he did his damndest to keep his wits about him, panting softly as he kissed her jaw. "Okay?" he whispered, needing to make sure.
“Yeah,” Phee quickly breathed in answer. It did still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable, and there was some edge to it all that she kind of liked, honestly. It felt like Greg’s cock was up in her stomach somewhere, it seemed so huge, but that was kind of hot in a weird way. Carefully at first, Phee started to roll her hips a bit, moving in a slow circle to feel all the angles. One in particular sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through the pain, and Phee gasped. She didn’t think she’d ever felt anything quite like that mix of sensations. Thighs tight on Greg’s hips, she kept slow-grinding on him, feeling her body very slowly adjusting and the sharp sting fading away.
Greg let her do the moving for now, it just seemed smart while she was adjusting. Every little roll of her hips sent happy waves of goodness through his body and his balls felt so fucking tight already it was ridiculous. He kissed her neck and shoulder, fine with staying still right where he was while she explored. Honestly it wasn't like he had a whole lot of choice because damn she had strong legs and he wasn't about to try to break the hold she had on him.
Having the rest of his body pressed up against hers and his mouth on her skin felt good, it was grounding, and the kisses sent warm tingles down through her body. The pain was easing up quite a bit as her body relaxed further around him. That restlessness still buzzing in her core, Phee shifted her hips in a way that drew Greg in a bit deeper, and she got another jolt of pleasure that made her breath catch. She stroked her fingers through his hair and loosened her legs’ grip around him a bit so he could actually move. “It’s okay,” she whispered to give him the green light, more or less. Phee didn’t have many more words than that at the moment.
"Okay," Greg echoed breathlessly and when he moved he did so slowly, cautious as he pulled out a little to push back in. Her grip on him was strong and without the lube... he wasn't sure either of them could take it. "Fuck," he whispered softly, kissing her neck as he moved again, rocking his hips and grinding against her.
Those short, slow movements were probably for the best starting out. Phee hadn’t exactly thought he would start pounding her or anything, but the initial shift hurt a bit, so she was glad he didn’t pull out too far. The way his cock felt when it slid back in was surprisingly good, however. And that soft curse. Phee had thought she’d been plenty wet already, but she was glad Greg had added some lube too. She could definitely see how dryness would suck during all of this. Phee clung to Greg’s shoulders, her fingers in his hair, and she tried to remember to keep breathing.
Greg was starting to relax into it, it was going a lot better than he'd dared hope and it was no longer too intense, slowly shifting into something more pleasurable. Fuck, taking someone's virginity was hard work, he couldn't imagine why it was so damn fetishized. He didn't ask if she was still okay, reading her body language instead and trusting that she'd tell him if she wasn't. Instead he kept moving, a little further every few thrusts, his balls tight with pleasure.
She was starting to understand that it was a whole full-body experience, and now that the anxiety about penetration was fading away, Phee was relaxing into it too. She could feel the way Greg’s body moved over and against hers, and how his breathing changed against the curve of her neck. Her own body was warm and thrumming, nipples hard against Greg’s chest and her breaths coming deeper and heavier. She’d prepared herself not to have an orgasm the first time, but the longer it went, the better it felt. The first real moan escaped her, and Phee pushed her head against Greg’s. “Feels good,” she breathed.
"Good," Greg said and it completely failed to express how it made him feel but he didn't have great vocabulary when he wasn't riding a wave of pleasure, let alone when he was. He turned his head to kiss her cheek, then stayed that way as he moved his hips, loving the closeness and hearing her quick breath and little moans right against his ear.
Words weren’t really necessary, not when their bodies were moving together in something that felt so much like harmony. Phee had fretted that it might not feel as good to Greg for some stupid reason, but she could read his signs by now and even in the middle of her own growing pleasure she could tell he was feeling good. After a while -- Phee didn’t know how long all this was lasting, time had ceased to mean anything -- that restless feeling in her gut took over and she started to move her hips along with his, pushing up into his thrusts in a way that rubbed her clit against his body. Everything got more sweetly tense, and Phee dug her nails into Greg’s back as her pleasure rose sharply.
She was moving and that was a clear sign he could move more so Greg did, gradually picking up speed, pulling out a little further each time, still testing but less worriedly so. "You feel amazing," he whispered and it didn't feel like he'd had anything to worry about at all, the trepidation from earlier easy to forget. "Tell me what you want, Phee." It didn't feel like he needed instructions but he did love her voice and she had a way with saying things that made his cock twitch happily, even when it wasn't inside her.
Phee loved his voice right back, and that deep husky whispered praise drew an immediate moan out of her. Her cheeks burned hotter at the second part of it. She didn’t feel like she had those words at the moment, everything felt so damn good and she was edging closer and closer. What he was doing felt absolutely perfect, even if she thought she might be sore later on -- right then that stretched feeling, how hard his cock was inside of her, the way his body rubbed against hers, it all felt incredible. “You,” she panted. “Just ... godyes, just like that--” Phee’s breath caught and her hips bucked up under him as her orgasm crashed into her. She let out a strangled cry, her body clenching hard around Greg’s cock as she shuddered.
He had to stop moving because for a moment it was too much, too tight, verging on painful and still so, so good. A victory dance was definitely in his cards because he'd made her come on her first time and how many guys could say that? Though he had a feeling it had more to do with how easily her body was coaxed into climax - no matter, he'd take the win. "Fuck," he groaned, the word drawn out and almost pained. His balls felt tight and he teetered on that edge until he could move again. He couldn't even imagine how intense this would have been without a condom and while he prided himself on his stamina he wasn't so sure he would have lasted this long without one.
She’d had good orgasms before, but this felt on another level to Phee. Not only had it happened because of Greg, it wasn’t just his head between her legs this time. Her whole body was covered with and surrounded by his, he was breathing hard into her ear, he was inside of her, and gods did his cock feel so good while she came. Everything was intense and shivery and it almost hurt. Phee thought she was going to be hearing that ‘fuck’ in her dreams. She hoped so, anyway. Finally the pleasure started to subside, and Phee’s grip loosened on Greg, her breath coming back a bit. “Fuck,” she echoed, hers coming out in a whisper.
It was beyond hot and once Phee's body let up on the pressure, Greg moved again, groaning softly against her skin. It didn't take more than three or four thrusts before he followed and it was so damn perfect it made him reeling. "Fuck," he whispered back breathlessly, huffing softly. "Fuck you feel so good." He turned his head to kiss her but there was no way he could do that for more than a second before he went back to catching his breath.
Phee was glad that she’d climaxed already, it left her clear-headed enough to really enjoy it when Greg did too. She held onto him, eyes closed, marveling a little at how his dick pulsed inside of her. Maybe it was weird, but she really wanted to feel it without latex between them. All in good time though, this was just the beginning. Phee kissed his lips while they were there, then moved to his cheeks and jaw when he needed his mouth back, slowly and contently kissing every inch she could reach while her legs slid down to rest against his thighs. She couldn’t even say anything yet.
It took a few moments before Greg's head cleared too and when it did he pushed himself up enough to look at her, giving her a content little grin. "Hey, guess what," he murmured and god he liked the way she looked, kiss-swollen lips and dreamy eyes. "We just had sex and I still wanna be with you." That wasn't going to change in the light of the next day, he'd been here before and he wasn't a notch on the bedpost sort of guy anyway.
She’d twitched an eyebrow at the question, then giggled and slipped her fingers into Greg’s hair. “Good, you’d better,” she said softly back, wrinkling her nose at Greg a bit. “‘Cause I know where you live. And I will like, send trees to beat you up.” Phee grinned, feeling silly but not stupid for it, which was just amazing and nice and everything felt so good. She lifted her head to kiss him gently. “Thank you so much,” she whispered.
Greg tittered and thought about how he actually had a few tree kin figurines she might like - given the context. "Thank you," he murmured instead, the nerd stuff could wait. "My pleasure. You're amazing. Glad you didn't like hate it or anything." Wouldn't that have been something, ruining dick for her forever.
He could thank her for having sex with him, but Phee didn’t think it was even on the same level. So many girls had crappy first times, and Greg had been patient and sweet and attentive and really just the best. “Yeah, me too,” she answered with a little huffed laugh. She kissed his lips again. “Really though, you made it so good, so ... thank you.” Maybe he wouldn’t ultimately get it, being a guy, but Phee still wanted him to know she appreciated it. She wrapped her arms more firmly around him again to give him a squeeze, then sighed. “I wish we could just like ... sleep like this.”
Greg laughed a little at that. "I'd crush you," he pointed out since he wasn't fully relaxed right now and if he was to fall asleep, he definitely would be a deadweight on top of her. "And drool on you. I'm not so sure you'd love that." At least she could spend the night and Greg was painfully aware that they might not get to do that very often.
She gave her own snicker and rolled her eyes. Phee had more been talking about sleeping with Greg inside of her instead of that exact position. Maybe spooning ... but she didn’t clarify, aware that things probably didn’t work like that. It was just too bad they didn’t, because she kind of just wanted to meld herself to Greg Wheeler right then. “I dunno ... I do have a thing for drool,” she teased instead, then gave his chin a nibble. “I’m a dog person, after all. But I’m less crushable than you think, probably.” Greg was heavy, but Phee thought she had plenty of padding.
"Glad to hear it," Greg snickered since he too was more of a dog person than a cat person. If it was up to him they'd get a 'proper' dog and not the purse kind his mom had but so far that was just a good plan for the future. "Ugh, I don't want this night to be over. You're not sleepy, are you?" Despite how great she felt around him, he could feel himself getting a little softer and it was almost time to pull out to take care of that condom but he was as reluctant to move as Phee was so it could wait a few more moments.
Phee was tired, but it was more in a bodily way than anything else. Wearing heels for so long had done a number on her feet and whatever she’d ingested had made her tired now that it had worn off. Plus losing her virginity and all. But she wasn’t sleepy, so she shook her head, full of warm-tummy feelings at what Greg said. Her boyfriend having a genuine whine over not wanting their time together to end was just the icing on an amazing cake. “Not sleepy, so we can just ... hang out,” she confirmed, then wrinkled her nose with regret. “I do think I have to pee though.”
"I can live with that," Greg said and kissed her again before he braced himself and pulled out, carefully holding the condom in place. He sat up to take care of it, idly stroking Phee's calf first. "Bathroom's all yours," he told her and by now he hoped she knew she didn't have to ask if she wanted to shower or anything. She was his girl and everything on that floor belonged to him and that extended to her for as long as they were together.
It felt a little weird when Greg pulled out, but Phee just squinched one eye up for a second. She could tell that she was going to be sore, but she really didn’t mind that thought. It was just going to remind her of him all day long. She sat up herself and crawled off the bed, lifting her arms for a languid little stretch. She started for the bathroom, then looked back at him. “Wanna come?” she asked, her voice a little flirty. Now that she was up, she felt light and airy and like they should take a quick shower together.
Greg's brows quirked up and his eyes lit up a little. Like he was going to turn down that offer tonight? Hell no. He tossed the condom into the small trash bin in the corner, basketball style, then bounced off the bed to follow her, immediately wrapping his arms around her once he reached her. She was so soft and squishy, he couldn't get enough of touching her. "I could stand to get cleaned up," he said jovially, like that was the only reason for saying yes.
Phee tittered happily at the embrace, leaning back against him a bit when she half-stumbled from his momentum. His body felt so good against hers without any clothes on either of them, and the air felt so nice -- Phee had her own bathroom so she often wandered out naked after a shower, but there was something different about being nude in someone else’s space. Her boyfriend’s space. She didn’t ever want to have to leave. “‘Cause you’re a filthy boy,” she teased, reaching around to pinch playfully at the side of his butt.
"You know-" Greg murmured. "It makes me really happy that you've figured that out already and you still wanna stick around." He was joking for the most part, he didn't really have any weird kinks and they weren't exactly prudish about porn and sex and stuff, but there was a touch of truth there, especially about being glad she was sticking around. "Maybe you're a little filthy too," he added in a growl, ducking his head to nibble on her neck.
She couldn’t even protest, launching into giggles instead as Greg got his mouth on her neck. Phee squirmed against him with pure glee -- which she was sure Greg didn’t mind -- and gently elbowed him in the ribs. “Rude,” she declared, tittering. “But I mean ... yeah, probably.” At the moment, being a little filthy didn’t seem at all like a bad thing. She’d always felt like a sexual sort of person, and now she had an outlet for it. A hot as hell, sweet puppy of an outlet who actually liked her. Phee wanted to do more than just stick around. She turned her head to kiss the side of his face. “You make me really happy,” she murmured.
"Good," Greg murmured and even if he did try to make her happy, it was a happy surprise to hear it was working for some reason. "A happy Phee is the best Phee," he added with a grin. "And the least likely Phee to send trees to war with me but mostly just you have the best smile and I like to see it." She really had put a whole new meaning to the phrase 'a smile that lights up the room' and Greg felt like he finally understood what that meant.
Phee was in total agreement that a happy her was the best her, but it still made her all stupid and fluttery inside to hear it from Greg. She’d heard so many bad things about having a boyfriend at their age, like teenage boys were just the worst people ever. Maybe Greg was a fluke, or maybe all of this would wear off and he would turn shitty, but Phee wasn’t going to take it for granted yet. She wanted to soak up it all up instead. She beamed at him, then pressed another kiss to his cheek and pulled away enough to take his hand instead of being trapped in his arms. “Come on, let’s get clean so we can have like, de-virgining snuggles.”