bulldozzerx (bulldozzerx) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-10-04 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg and Phee
When: Sunday, Nov 12, evening
Where: his house
Status: Complete
Phee was kind of over the moon by the time Sunday was drawing to a close. The talk with her mother had gone far better than she could’ve ever guessed, then the first magic lesson with her dad and brother had been wonderful. It felt so good to start learning for real, and she couldn’t wait for more. Phee had done all of her homework earlier in the day, so once dinner was over, she told her parents that she was going to hang out with a friend for a while. Brianna probably knew who she was referring to, but she didn’t protest, thankfully. Having any kind of friends was kind of a new deal with Phee, and a boyfriend even more so, and maybe the rules would become more strict, but Phee hoped not.
She pulled on some warm clothes and headed out of the house, breathing the fresh air in deep as she closed the door behind her. Spring was really her season, but she did appreciate the crispness of fall, and all the cozy jackets and hot teas and bonfires that came with it. There was a bounce in her step as she walked briskly toward Greg’s house. Phee pulled her phone out of her pocket as she went, and shot him a text. what are you doing rn?
Greg knew the McCarthys were doing magic stuff today so he had avoided the temptation to text them. It was the kind of boring Sunday where he just lazed around and played video games between random push-ups and basketball to expend some of the restless energy that always built up if he sat still for too long. By the time Phee texted he was lounging on the couch watching an ancient football movie with his mom's pekingese nested contently under his arm.
Rather than text her back, Greg got creative with snapchat filters and sent her a picture back of himself in with cat ears, a bright green arrow pointing at Aurelius and a surprise-faced sticker next to bright orange text: Dogsitting! He deemed it cute enough that she might like it and texted it back. Before she had a chance to reply he added a text-based message. We totally wish you were here!
By the time Greg had sent her his colorful answer, Phee had made it halfway up his driveway, and she’d started to get a tiny bit worried that he wasn’t actually home, or had some friends over or something. But then she got the text, and she laughed out loud at it, probably giggling more than it deserved because she was in such good spirits today. It was cute, though, and Phee saved the picture into her phone before she answered. come open your front door then ;p she sent back as she walked up the porch steps. Phee smoothed her hair a tiny bit as she waited, shifting from foot to foot and kind of hoping his mom wasn’t home at all.
Greg almost texted a happy face back but then realized it would just take precious seconds off the time he had to get to the door. "Stay," he told Aurelius as he leapt off the couch and rushed to the door, followed by the dog who only really listened to Jessica Wheeler on the rare occasion he actually felt like obeying orders. Greg sighed when he heard the tap-tap on the tiles behind him and scooped the dog up before he opened the door. The dog was his responsibility today and he didn't feel like spending his time with his girlfriend running around trying to catch Aurie. "Hi!" he said with a big grin, reaching for Phee with his free hand to pull her into a kiss. "You're here!"
Phee greeted him with a grin that was just as big and bright, and she laughed a bit to see the dog in his arms. Aurie was adorable, but tiny, and there was always something delightful about big guys with small floofy dogs. She let herself be pulled, happily bumping into Greg as she kissed him. “I’m here!” she declared after that, beaming again. Phee really moved inside and pushed the door shut behind her. “You wished for me, and tadaa!” She waved her hands around in a ‘magical’ fashion. Giggling, she let Aurie sniff her fingers before giving him some scratches on his cute little head. “I’ve got stuff to tell you,” she said, grinning up at Greg.”
Greg liked the sound of that. 'I've got stuff to tell you' sounded way better than 'we gotta talk', especially with how happy she sounded about it. "You wanna go down to my den? I'm only hanging out up here 'cause of Aurie and he can come with us," he said, bouncing the dog a little on his arm which only made him look a little derpier than usual. "Mom went out with her sister for dinner so she won't be back for a while," he tacked on since he had a feeling Phee was a little nervous about meeting her.
If Ms. Wheeler wasn’t around, it didn’t technically matter, but Phee nodded that she wanted to go downstairs anyway. She was comfortable down there, it felt like all Greg’s space, and she liked being around his vibe. Plus, she’d had a lot of pleasure down there so far, so it kind of felt like hers too. “Calling it ‘your den’ kinda makes you sound like a bear,” she pointed out, grinning as she followed him toward the stairs. Phee reached out to give Greg’s butt a pinch just because the opportunity was there and giggled. “Does he get lonely or something when your mom’s not here?” she asked idly. “Aurie, I mean.”
"Who says I'm not a bear," Greg growled playfully, then nodded. "He gets mad separation anxiety, like yo. Pees on everything. He's not even that happy with me, he just wants his mommy." He rolled his eyes and ruffled Aurie's head. "Thankfully she usually takes him everywhere with her or aunt Holly watches him if I'm not here." He led the way downstairs and unlike most teenagers he kind of hoped his mom wouldn't stay out too late so he could pawn the dog off to her again. "Now you can talk freely," he said when they arrived downstairs, as if Phee was there to tell him national secrets. "You've got stuff to tell me." He arched a brow curiously at Phee, snagging her hand and leading her to the couch.
Phee let out an ‘aww’ over Aurie’s woes, chuckling as she reached out to pet him again too. Little dogs were fun, but they did tend to get kind of neurotic. So Phee had been told, anyway. Their family had never really been a pet family. Which kind of sucked, Phee was definitely at lest getting a cat when she moved out. “Okay, so!” she started as she flopped onto the couch with Greg. She reached down to untie her Chucks and toe out of them, then pulled her legs up under her and grinned over at Greg. “I talked to Mom this morning,” she said. “And told her about us, and asked about getting on the pill, and she didn’t freak out even a little. She’s gonna make me an appointment for next week, and she was cool about everything.”
Greg went a little wide eyed at that because Brianna McCarthy now knew he was - or would be - having sex with her daughter. That was a little scary but he'd definitely thought she'd freak out. At least a little. Not as scary as James McCarthy knowing but... well, maybe, with the way things had been lately at that household. "You sure she wasn't just in horrified shock?" he asked in joking hesitation. He shuffled closer to Phee, leaving Aurie to find a place to lounge behind him.
She’d thought he might be a little freaked out about her parents -- or one parent, anyway -- knowing so much, but Phee hoped it wouldn’t scare him off or anything. “No, I think she meant it,” she said, scooting in closer herself without even really thinking about it. She shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe Bash getting caught being involved in like, blood magic and everything makes it not seem so bad, I dunno. But she was all like ‘teenagers are going to have sex anyway, you might as well be safe, blah blah’,” Phee mimicked a ‘mom’ voice and rolled her eyes, then grinned. “And she said like, as long as you’re treating me good and making me happy, she’s happy for me.” She reached for his hand.
"Damn straight," Greg said about the safe sex but then his smile softened and he took her hand and pulled her in a little closer to kiss her. "Are you happy?" he asked with the confidence of someone who knew the answer already. If she wasn't then she was putting on a fantastic show - and for what? If she pouted about something, Greg would fix it, that was just who he was. It sounded good but it was still going to be weird to meet Brianna again. Awkward at the very least.
Phee shifted again, moving her legs across his lap, then leaning in to kiss him again. She nuzzled their noses together, and murmured, “duh.” Her smile and the color in her cheeks said a lot more. She wasn’t sure if she could actually declare that he made her deliriously happy out loud. Wasn’t there some stupid rule against getting too mushy too fast? Like you couldn’t really tell someone how much you liked them, or they might get freaked out and break up with you. So ‘duh’ and another kiss it was. “Are you?” she murmured.
"Yeah," Greg replied, a little distracted by the kisses, his smile saying more than that one word could. "I thought having a crush on you was the worst idea ever and I was totally wrong." He rubbed his thumb in little circles on her hand, nudging their foreheads together. "You're awesome." He was, in hindsight, a bit relieved she'd never joined him and Bash on their little adventures as kids. She'd always been a bit of a mystery person in the background to him so there were no weird childhood memories getting in the way.
She gave a little giggle. “When did you have a crush on me?” she asked in a teasingly incredulous way. Phee felt completely responsible for this whole thing, like she’d made it happen, mostly by getting too drunk letting her inhibitions fall away. She’d just gotten lucky that Greg was open to it all. She was pretty sure he hadn’t even noticed she was a girl before the Halloween party. It was pretty amazing to hear that she was awesome though, so she ate that part right up, tangling their fingers together.
Greg shrugged. "I guess I can tell you when I realized it but I have no idea how long it was there." The more he thought about it the more his growing nervousness around her for the last few months seemed like more than just... whatever the hell he thought it was. He wasn't exactly an introverted guy, taking a close look at how he was feeling all the time. Usually it just hit him out of the blue, like a pile of duh-rocks in a cartoon. It was better that way, he thought. All he had for comparison was Bash and his overthinking everything and worrying about it non-stop.
Phee raised an eyebrow. “When did you realize it, then?” She was genuinely curious now, though she wasn’t completely convinced he’d thought anything of her before she’d pranced around in front of him in a low cut dress and flowery vines and glitter. Phee wasn’t bitter about it or anything, that was just how it had been.
"In the kitchen at your brother's party," Greg admitted. "I don't know, you smiled at me in that... Phee way." That made him laugh a little because it sounded like a cutesy 'threeway' but he wasn't about to say that out loud. "And I was like yay she doesn't hate me! And then I just got a little too happy about it? I don't know." That wasn't a long time and he thought she might be disappointed about it but it wasn't like he was going to lie.
It might not have been long, but it was longer than Phee had suspected, so she just looked pleased. “I was so nervous to even talk to you,” she confessed, giving a little eye roll at herself. It was true, though, he’d seemed so over her head. And now she was snuggled up to him and she’d seen his whole Warhammer collection and felt his sheets on her skin. It was still a little surreal. “I never really hated you though ... well, I mean, not since we were kids and you and Bash would steal my dolls and stuff to be little assholes.” Phee smirked.
"Oh my God," Greg laughed, covering his mouth with one hand, his other giving Phee's a little squeeze. "We buried one of them, I forgot all about it. I thought it was hilarious! We were going to send you clues for a scavenger hunt." It was sort of funny remembering it again but... damn. "Man, we were dicks. I'm sorry." He remembered them trying to rhyme clues for her too but it got boring and they'd stopped. Had they even dug that damn thing up?
She laughed a little herself, even though it had all been so rage-inducing as a child. That had been the point, she supposed. “I remember that one, yeah,” Phee said, amused. “I cried at him so much that Bash ended up digging it up for me later.” She might’ve even thought a scavenger hunt was fun if that had been their declared purpose, she just remembered one of her favorite dolls being yanked out of her room by evil boys while she wasn’t looking. “It’s okay though, you can make it up to me,” she said to Greg now, arching a suggestive eyebrow at him.
"Yeah?" Greg murmured, shifting closer with a little wiggle to his shoulders until their faces were close enough together for him to kiss her. "What did you have in mind?" He added in a low voice and while he had some ideas it was fun and sexy to make her say it instead of assuming. "You want me to buy you a new doll?" he teased between kisses, grinning against her lips. "Go on an epic quest for you?"
God, he was so good at making her insides flutter and go all warm and squishy, and Phee grinned back. “Now I’m picturing you giving me some blow up doll or something,” she murmured, her cheeks dimpling again. She could very clearly see Greg presenting it to her all grandly, like it was a treasure. Phee giggled a bit and kissed him again. “No quests necessary though, I want you right here ...” She moved her hand to rest against the side of his neck, her thumb rubbing against his skin.
"I'd give you something much nicer than a blow-up doll," Greg said with a little laugh before she kissed him. "I don't know though. I can think of an epic quest to doright here." There were definitely some treasures he could unravel right there on Phee's body and a grand adventure didn't always involve leaving the couch. Who needed epic quests anyway when she was touching him so gently.
“Oh, can you?” Phee asked suggestively, giving a giggle as that warmth spread some more in her stomach. She didn’t have a ton of time, so they couldn’t spend hours in bed together again, and she hadn’t really expected to fool around, but Phee wasn’t going to turn him down when she was feeling so good. “I guess I’ve got some mountains and valleys that could use exploration,” she murmured, tittering at her own corniness. “If that’s what you had in mind.”
"All those curves and me with no brakes," Greg said with a little grin, running his index finger down over her chest before realizing that stupid phrase could have a really shitty meaning and not just a cute one. "I mean... I have brakes, you're not just really making me want to use them," he clarified with a little wince, then laughed and brushed his lips along her cheek. "You know what I mean." He'd stop in a heartbeat if she told him to and he didn't understand what kind of people wouldn't.
Phee’s eyebrows lifted higher as Greg worked his way through that, but she had to laugh softly with him. She did indeed know what he meant, and it didn’t even really have to be said, in Phee’s opinion. “I do, but you can shut up, because I totally trust you,” she murmured affectionately, nuzzling her cheek to his. Phee couldn’t even imagine Greg getting pushy when it came to sex, much less ignoring her if she wanted him to stop something. Phee felt safe with him, which was a big reason why she was there in the first place. She turned her face to brush their lips together, then kissed him more solidly.
Greg might have earned that trust and he might absolutely deserve it but he didn't take it for granted and hearing her say she trusted him made his chest swell with emotions he couldn't explain. A mix of gratitude and pride, a desire to live up to her trust. It made him smile but then her lips were on his and he focused on that instead, feeling emboldened by her words. Phee would never just freeze up and let him do things to her, she was confident and unabashed and that was such a relief because it meant he could push a little bit and know she'd push back if she didn't like it. Not that he was in any rush to push her to do anything they hadn't already done, it was just comfortable to know he didn't have to worry. Right now he just wanted to kiss her and explore those curves they'd talked about, stroking her breast with one hand, idly feeling for the hardening of her nipple underneath the layers of clothes.
Phee was dimly aware of how dangerous the world was for teenage girls. All women, really, but girls her age seemed to especially be targets. Maybe if she’d started dealing with boys earlier in her life, she would’ve had more caution with Greg. But she had yet to be burned, have her heart broken, or misplace her trust. And maybe it would still happen, relationships turned complicated, but for the moment she felt cozy and safe with her lovely new boyfriend as he introduced her to just how good she could feel, all over. Phee kissed him back, slipping her hand up into his hair and gently nibbling at his lips here and there. She arched her back a tiny bit without even thinking, pushing her breast against his touch and feeling warmth build already between her legs. Maybe it ought to be scary, how fast Greg could turn her on, but for the moment it just felt good.
That fear of crossing a line was negated somewhat by Greg's love for enthusiasm. Reluctant didn't do much for him but Phee was anything but. He didn't feel like he had to work hard for her approval and it was hot as hell the way her body reacted to his touch. Her body was so receptive and the brush of her teeth over his lips was driving him wild. He kind of wished the dog wasn't there but at least he was being quiet and minding his own business so Greg let his hands roam down to slip underneath Phee's shirt and then up her back to tackle that thick bra-strap. It was more hooks than he was used to but the concept was the same and it didn't take that much effort to get her bra loosened. There was always something hot about that, the way the fabric went from taut and stretched to relaxed, letting him touch the skin beneath without obstruction.
Taking one’s bra off was a great pleasure in life anyway, and Phee had discovered that it was even better when someone did it for her. Greg, to be more specific. Her skin breathed a sigh of relief, tingling under his fingers, and she felt her nipples harden even further in anticipation. Phee pulled back from the kiss enough to peel her shirt off, then tugged her bra straps down and off, her cheeks a little flushed. She shifted position again, straddling Greg’s lap and settling her weight against him before she leaned in to claim his mouth again. “I can’t stay too long,” she whispered in between kisses, letting out a tiny giggle. She was aware that she wasn’t helping herself be responsible with that, but she couldn’t care.
"Then I better rush you," Greg said jovially and that giggle of hers was just too cute and sexy. He broke the kiss after a moment and reached for the tv remote to turn on a random show he'd been watching earlier. "C'mon, let's go to my room, we can keep the door cracked and let doggo listen to the tv while we're gone." He knew Aurie would be fine as long as someone was nearby, though he wasn't quite willing to risk closing the door in case he got whiny and destructive. He got up, jostling the dog a little as he did and then grabbed Phee's hand to pull her with him. The no shirt look was a really good one on her and his appreciation showed clear as day in his expression as he looked her up and down.
Phee was selfishly glad that Aurie wasn’t coming with them, and she happily stood up with Greg and allowed herself to be pulled toward his bedroom. The lingering look made her feel a happy tingle in her lower belly and she tried to hold her shoulders back to keep her breasts as perky as big breasts could be, grinning a bit at how liberating it felt to be topless in someone else’s house. There was something really naughty about it that was so appealing. Phee was tired of being a good girl. “Be good, Aurie,” she said over her shoulder toward the dog. “No crazy parties while we’re gone.”
"We won't take long," Greg added on and laughed as he glanced over her shoulder and saw Aurie poke his head out from the couch curiously. "It's a rush job, you see?" He turned his attention back to Phee, taking in her smile and then her breasts, his own lips curled in a soft grin. "Although you didn't really say how long you can stay," he pointed out so maybe he wasn't racing against the clock to make her come.
She let him look at her, swaying her shoulders back and forth a little before she stepped in closer and reached for the hem of Greg’s t-shirt. “I didn’t,” she agreed with a smirk, pulling his shirt up. She wanted to look at him back. “Maybe an hour? We’ll see how it goes.” Phee knew she couldn’t push it until the last minute of her weekday curfew -- her mom had been cool about the talk they’d had, she didn’t want to do anything to ruin that. But she had a bit of time, and spending it naked with Greg sounded ideal.
Greg reached back to help with his shirt, tugging it up over his head and ditching it somewhere to the side. He'd worry about that later. His favorite thing was to be naked with Phee, skin to skin, to feel her breasts press against his chest when he wasn't busy fondling them. Fuck, her breasts were amazing, so soft and perfect in his grip. He let himself touch them before winding his arms around Phee to pull her in close into that favorite position of his and kissing her again. Being with her made him feel like he should have been head over heels for her for years, like he'd been pining forever instead of just weeks.
Gods, she loved the way Greg took his shirt off. Boys were so good at that, and it always messed his hair up a little and she loved that. She wondered in a vague way if he noticed tiny things about her like that, if he was even half as into her as she was him ... but it didn’t feel like a bad wonder. Not at the moment. Nothing could feel bad with their bodies pressed together like that and Greg’s mouth on hers. Phee gave a helpless little hum into the kiss, slipping her arms around him, hands gliding down his back. She passed over the waistband of his jeans to grab his ass and pull him in tighter against her. It felt bold and made her heart beat faster, but Greg’s ass was pretty awesome.
She had a way with making him feel desired in a way that as a guy he didn't always get to feel. He'd always been with girls who were obviously into sex but in hindsight it felt like it could have been with anyone. With Phee it was clear she liked him and it tickled his ego in the sweetest way and made the whole experience more fun. Her body felt so warm against his and the kiss was deep, sending a rush right through his core. He let his hands roam over all those curves, all softness and no sharp angles to dig into his body. It made him hungry for more and he couldn't help but think about the time when they could actually fuck. Later, he reminded himself. Not now, later.
Phee had found a lot of guys hot before, of course. She was human, and boys were hot. But she’d never gotten hooked on one like this, even hooked on the very idea of getting her hands on him. Maybe it was because Phee had known Greg better than most guys, or maybe he just hit all the buttons she didn’t know she had, but she wanted him, and she couldn’t help it. It was a damn good thing that she didn’t actually have to. Everywhere Greg touched her made her skin feel more alive, and Phee wanted to be even more naked. She slipped her hands between them to start undoing Greg’s jeans, pulling away from his mouth to kiss down his chest as she lowered herself to her knees.
"Oh," Greg uttered dumbly. He'd been so geared up to 'make it up to her' as per their previous conversation that he hadn't even considered getting something for himself. Was that weird? Fuck if he knew, he'd been looking forward to making Phee squirm and moan and that was all. "You don't have to," he said with a little grin because while she didn't have to and he hadn't been expecting it, when was he ever turning down a blow-job? He ran his fingers through her thick red hair and he honestly thought he wouldn't be annoyed if she took his word for it and skipped out on what she'd started.
Phee had pretty much forgotten about the teasing from earlier. Greg had gotten her all hot and bothered already, and she wanted to take the initiative and do something for him. Or at least start out that way, she wasn’t sure how patient she could stay, but she wanted to try. Phee paused with her fingers hooked into the waistbands of Greg’s jeans and underwear and peered up at him, a little smirk toying with her lips. “Do you not want me to?” she asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious on his face. She just wanted to convey to him that he didn’t have to tell her she didn’t have to every time, like it was some kind of chore already.
"Yeah I want you to," Greg said with a little laugh because yeah, he couldn't imagine turning down a blowjob, ever. Maybe if he'd just been kicked in the nuts or something but not on an average and healthy day. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he mumbled then because the sight of her - that little smile and her breasts bare - from that angle? Jesus. "I'll just like, double make it up to you then," he added, as if that little exclamation hadn't happened and he was still talking about the same thing.
She grinned briefly, feeling a happy flutter in her stomach at that side-mumble of his. It sounded so much like he hadn’t even meant to say it, and that made her love it even more. “Oh, I started you a tab,” she teased, biting into her bottom lip for a second as she started to pull his clothes down his body. Phee left Greg’s jeans and boxers around his thighs, then ran her hands back up to his hips. She leaned in to nuzzle and softly kiss the skin around his pubes, letting his cock brush against her cheek. Phee pressed a quick kiss on the shaft as she switched sides, inching her way closer until she could flick her tongue against the base.
Greg was just feeling spoiled by now. This was the best surprise visit ever and the way she was touching him was heavenly - not just on his dick. It was always the hottest thing when a girl actually seemed to be enjoying this and that just wasn't always the case but Phee had surprised him and continued to do so. He idly stroked her hair, staring down at her, his expression getting a little dopey as her tongue started working its magic, a pleasant shiver rushing through him.
Considering how long Phee had pined for Greg Wheeler, she wasn’t about to only touch his dick. It didn’t make sense when there was such an expanse of smooth, warm boy skin to explore. She loved how his fingers felt in her hair, petting her instead of making her head do anything in particular. Phee hadn’t been sure about this position when she’d thought about doing this, she wasn’t sure she would be comfortable on her knees in front of a guy, but so far she liked it. She often felt oversized and bulky, but something about having Greg standing over her like this made her feel kind of dainty, feminine. And she knew her curves probably looked good from his angle. She kissed and licked her way up Greg’s cock, cradling the other side of it with her hand, until she could take the tip between her lips. Gazing up at him, she gave it a slow suck and circled it with her tongue, kind of loving how stoned he’d started looking.
Greg had the sudden urge to run his dick over her breasts, soft skin against soft skin and her breasts were so fucking soft and they did look really good from this angle, pale and full, begging to be played with. He licked his lips as he thought about it, idly running the fingers of his free hand over his own nipple. It didn't feel the same at all, too small and flat in comparison to hers but that was okay, it was hard to be unhappy with anything when her lips and tongue were playing with his cock and then her dark eyes were fixed on his and things just felt a thousand times better.
If everything hadn’t felt so warm and smooth and sexy at the moment, she might have giggled at him playing with his own nipple, but everything was kind of hot right then. Phee pushed her mouth further down around Greg’s cock, flicking her tongue against it on the way before she sucked harder and pulled back again. Now that she’d done this a couple of times, she could definitely say that she liked how it felt to do this. The warm weight against her tongue, the way Greg’s cock felt sliding between her lips. She started up a slow bob, trying to take him a bit deeper with each stroke.
Greg let his eyes drift closed, rocking his hips just a little to shake off that restless feeling in his body. He couldn't let go of the idea of fucking her, of what it would feel like to be inside of her, pressed against her body, moving together and - in a perfect fantasy - coming together. "Fuck," he whispered, part from the pleasure of what she was doing and part from the mental image alone. "Your mouth's amazing," he added, fingers tangling in her hair as he strained not to start thrusting his hips too hard.
She liked those little movements, the tension she felt in his body under her hands, and especially the words. Greg already had a deep voice, and now it sounded positive growly, and it made Phee’s lower belly tingle in the best sort of way. She hummed around his cock, one hand moving to tease her fingers lightly against his balls. Phee still wasn’t quite sure how much pressure on those was too much, so she kept it all soft until she learned. She moved her head a bit faster for a moment, then pulled off of him to lick every inch of him again, her own head full of imaginings about what sex with him might be like. Phee glanced up at him as she took him into her mouth once more.
The pleasure was ramping up fast and Greg opened his eyes, a happy jolt going through him when he met Phee's gaze as soon as he did. "You want me to, should I warn you?" he mumbled gruffly, his cock twitching against her tongue. He wondered if she'd one day just know when he was close, if she'd learn his body's tells. For now he was fine with the verbal warning, if she wanted it.
Phee was already starting to catch on to some hints, like the way Greg’s cock started to feel even harder in her mouth. He wasn’t very noisy, but Phee could deal with that. Maybe he’d be more vocal during sex, or maybe that was just how he was. She could learn to read the rest of him, she felt pretty sure. She wanted to, to make sure he always felt as good as she did. And it seemed like she was doing all right with it so far. Phee considered saying no, because she wanted him to come in her mouth this time, but she also didn’t want to choke, so she nodded, still bobbing her head. She tried to suck a little harder too, just to make it the best it could be.
His question might easily have been the warning with how she ramped up but Greg held back for a little while longer, sucking in air through his teeth and groaning softly. "Ho-okay," he murmured. "Close..." So close in fact, he wasn't sure he could tell her again before he started coming but he liked to think it was pretty obvious with the way his body had started shaking and his fingers clenched in her hair - not pulling but definitely squeezing the locks he'd grabbed onto.
The sounds he made caused her pussy to throb in the sweetest sort of way. Phee could understand how some girls didn’t like to do this, and she could definitely see how a guy could make it awful by being too rough and pushy, but she was really enjoying it with Greg so far. Especially when he got all twitchy and tense and she could feel his cock swelling against her tongue. She didn’t let up, though she didn’t take him as deeply into her mouth in preparation for ... however this was going to feel. Phee slid her hands around to Greg’s ass to make it clear that she still wanted him in her mouth.
It felt so fucking good and the way she grabbed onto him was sign enough that he was in the clear. Not that he could have held back much longer, he was teetering on the edge by the time her hands found his ass and he let his head roll back, moaning quietly as his balls tightened and he ejaculated in her mouth. Fuck. That was hot. Her mouth felt amazing around his cock as he shivered and shuddered and mere seconds later it became a little too much so he pulled back with a shaky breath. "Fuck," he whispered, looking back down at her. "So good."
Phee hadn’t been sure how it would feel, so she tried to be ready for it, determined not to choke. The first spurt still made her jump a little, and she tried not to laugh at herself as she kept sucking as much as she could until Greg pulled out. It was hot and salty and the consistency was weird against her tongue. Phee went to swallow but it felt like too much, and she had to cough a little, clapping her hand over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed brighter as she looked up at him, half-amused and half-embarrassed that she hadn’t taken it as smoothly as she wanted. She got the rest of it down, though it kind of made her nose burn. Greg’s words were encouraging though -- at least it had felt good.
"Aw shit," Greg murmured, still a little dazed. "You okay? You didn't have to swallow it, you know." Yes, it was hot, but it was also a lot and he couldn't blame her if she wanted to spit it out. "Want me to get you some water or juice or something?" Yeah he had warned her and yeah she had decided to do this but he still felt responsible, like he should have warned her better or something.
Once her mouth was clear, Phee gave a little laugh, waving off his concern even though it was sweet. “Nah, it’s okay,” she told him, her cheeks pink. “I wanted to try, it was just ... more than I expected, I guess.” She let her gaze wander down his body again, thinking his cock looked really hot all slick and still twitching a little. Phee leaned forward to press a quick kiss against the tip, then started to get to her feet.
Greg offered her a hand up, then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. His cock caught between them but it didn't feel like too much, just warm and soft and kind of sexy. "Your turn," Greg murmured and kissed Phee's lips before slowly turning them around to walk her backwards toward the bed.
Phee liked the feel of his cock between them too. She’d never put much thought into what happened to dicks after orgasm, but she liked that it took a minute for them to go down, that it wasn’t like a balloon deflating like she’d kind of expected. She turned with Greg, smiling a bit into the kiss, and moved with him. “Y’know, one of these days we’re gonna get to enjoy it at the same time,” she murmured, stopping when she felt the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Phee kissed him again more solidly before she sat down and laid back a bit, cocking a cheeky eyebrow at him.
Greg nodded happily at that and grinned at her. "Whenever you're ready," he murmured because they really didn't need to wait for her to be on birth control to have sex, he had condoms and he was fine with using them. He leaned down over her and kissed her again, one hand on the bed for balance, the other running down over her hip and thigh. Whenever of course didn't mean now though he was pretty sure he could stay half hard and then get harder if she gave him some time.
She knew it could happen anytime, she just wasn’t sure if she was quite ready for it. Phee’s body was ready, that was for sure, but there was still a small doubtful part of her that wasn’t positive that Greg was interested in more than sex. It wasn’t quite logical, but this was all still really new to her, and she’d heard so many horror stories. She tilted her head up and kissed him back, parting her lips to deepen it and glad that he didn’t hesitate. Her body was still overheated and throbby, and she couldn’t wait for him to get his mouth on her.
Greg got rid of his jeans but pulled his boxers up then focused his attention on getting Phee's jeans off. They didn't have a whole lot of time after all so he wasn't going to waste it on playing coy. He grinned at her as he pulled the denim down her thighs and then tugged the jeans off along with her socks, leaving her only in her underwear. True to her promise she had worn another pair of something super cute. Today's underwear was all cartoon ice cream cones and Greg tittered softly when he saw it. "Cute," he murmured as he slipped his hand between her thighs, coaxing them apart so he could start rubbing her gently, happy to find her panties already damp. If she hadn't been wet he would have gotten her there but it was a boost to know she was already eager for what he had to give her.
Phee leaned back on her elbows and lifted her hips as Greg pulled her jeans down. She hadn’t expected him to see her underwear today, she just had a drawer full of mostly cute panties. She was happy that he approved though, and she grinned a bit at his reaction. She was already feeling swollen and sensitive, and Greg’s fingers felt good even through cotton. Phee took a deeper breath and bit into her bottom lip, her eyes on her boyfriend and how nice his forearm looked from this angle, with his fingers pressed against her.
"Definitely got me in a licky mood," Greg teased, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties to pull them down too. It was always a bit like opening a present, he might know exactly what he was getting now but since when did that make presents boring? It was so hot, sliding underwear down a girl's thighs and the way Phee moved to make it easier was just so girly and cute. He ran his hands along her thighs when he had her naked, gently parting them and ducking down to kiss her pale skin.
She tittered as she spread her legs again. Phee was seriously getting addicted to the way he looked at her, especially when he was peeling her clothes off. The dramatic part of her had been kind of convinced that nobody would ever look at her like that, especially with the lights on. But Greg was eyeing her like she was a snack, and that made her insides feel fluttery and overheated. His lips against her body made her feel the best kind of twitchy. Phee was trying to stay aware of the time, but it was hard to concentrate on anything except the anticipation of it all.
This really was the next best thing if Greg couldn't fuck her and he buried his face between her legs, licking at the wetness before focusing on her clit. He really couldn't get it out of his head, the fact they might have sex soon, and it was so easy to imagine how amazing it would be to feel her all tight and wet around his cock, their tongues playing together as they both got their pleasure at the same time. It'd be fucking amazing, he already knew, even if the idea of taking her virginity was a little intimidating. Had she even used toys before? He kept meaning to ask but she kept distracting him with other far more fun things to think about.
Phee’s head fell back as Greg’s mouth made contact, and she pressed her lips together to stifle a moan. She knew she didn’t have to be quiet, but it felt so involuntary, and she tried not to be loud when she masturbated at home. Greg’s lips and tongue felt ten million times better than that, and she felt like she understood why guys loved blowjobs. Phee wasn’t sure why more girls didn’t talk about how good getting head was. Or maybe most dudes weren’t this good at it. “Oh god,” she exhaled, reaching down to bury one hand’s fingers in Greg’s thick hair.
That was the kind of reaction every guy wanted when going down on a girl - or doing anything sex related with a girl, really. Greg perked up when he heard that stifled little moan and then her fingers were in his hair and he was pretty much in heaven. He could tell she was trying not to make sounds but there they were and that was just a million times hotter than if she was just letting go and he wasn't even sure why. Maybe because it was almost like he could feel her restraint in the way she tensed up.
She pulled her knees up even higher, bracing her toes against Greg’s shoulders as she lifted her head to look down her body at him. It was a sexy as fuck sight, his head down between her legs, his face buried like he was enjoying it just as much as she was. Phee moaned softly, her hips flexing upward a bit. What he was doing felt incredible, but she was still feeling a restless ache like she wanted more somehow. “Use ... use your fingers too?” she breathed down at him, hoping it didn’t sound as whiny to him as it did to her.
It didn't sound whiny at all to Greg, husky and lustful but not at all whiny. He hummed softly against her as he obliged, running his hand along her thigh to bring it to her wet pussy, easing a finger inside her. He wondered if she was one of those girls who liked one up her ass too but he wasn't going to test that theory tonight. God he loved that texture against his fingertip, velvety soft and slick, easily accepting a second finger seconds later.
Phee couldn’t cover up the noise that came out of her then, a breathy moan that got a bit high pitched before she cut it off. The combination of tongue and fingers both felt incredible, and she imagined this pleasure had to be close to what his cock would feel like. Two of Greg’s fingers felt like a tight fit already, and his cock would be tighter, but it was like her brain couldn’t even conceive of anything hurting at the moment. It was going to be so good. She shifted her hips again restlessly, encouraging him deeper.
Instinct told Greg to go harder and faster when he got her this squirmy but he knew better, keeping up the same rhythm although he did push his fingers in deeper and rubbed at her insides in a rhythmic imitation of fucking. He tried a third finger after a while, slipping in a finger on his other hand along the other two just to test the waters. It slipped inside but it was definitely a tight fit and he knew that when the time came where he'd actually get to fuck her, they'd have to go slow and build up to it.
His knuckles felt a bit rough with three in there, but Phee kind of liked it. She was feeling wonderfully raw and open, turned on enough to be hungry for much more than a soft touch. Moaning helplessly, she let her shoulders and head fall back against the bed, her fingers still in Greg’s hair. Phee reached up with her other hand to clutch at the comforter over her head, legs already starting to shake a bit. How did people spend their lives doing anything but this? “Ohmygod,” she whined. “God, Greg ...” Phee rocked her hips more, pushing up against his lips and tongue with growing desperation.
Aside from a good climax, this was the best thing about sex, getting a girl this needy and squirmy, it was just the hottest thing ever. Greg did his best to not let her bucking disrupt what he was doing, and he kind of wished he had his hands free so he could clutch her thighs and hold her somewhat still. Hearing his name from her lips in that tone was the hottest thing ever and he grunted happily as he kept up what he was doing, determined to bring her over that edge.
Her movements got quickly out of her control, but it didn’t matter much, because Phee’s orgasm crashed into her swift and hard. It had come much quicker than she’d expected, but that somehow just made it better. She let out a little shriek and yanked Greg’s blanket down over her head, hand on her mouth to muffle it even though there was no one else home. Phee throbbed around his fingers, her hips jerking and back arching as she came harder than she could ever remember doing before. Greg kept doing that for her. Head had been great the first couple of times, for sure, but fingers definitely made a difference.
Greg wasn't going to let up until she told him to stop because he knew he could get at least another one or two orgasms out of her if he played his cards right and so far her body seemed very accepting of everything he wanted to give her. She somehow managed to make it all seem cute in addition to sexy, the way she muffled her scream almost made him laugh with pure delight but he stayed focused on what he was doing, maintaining that rhythmic pressure against her clit and slowly moving his fingers in and out of her spasming pussy.
Phee couldn’t tell anybody anything at the moment, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. Because Greg just didn’t stop. So her body didn’t stop either, shuddering and clenching and Phee’s abs were starting to feel like she was doing crunches in gym class. If only crunches felt like the rest of it too, maybe she would do them more often. She rode it all for as long as she could, but then it all started to feel like Too Much, and she pushed at Greg’s head, her squirms getting a bit more escape-y. Phee’s whimpers had turned to giggles, but they were almost giggles of distress, because fuck, everything was so sensitive.
Greg pulled back and pressed a little kiss on her clit before he stopped altogether, leaning back and stroking her trembling thighs with wet fingers. "Fuck, you're hot," he whispered, grinning to himself. "You sure you're done?" he added teasingly though he wasn't going to bring her to that almost-distress place again, no matter how hot it was. He could only imagine how it felt, the multiple orgasm thing was a strictly female territory as far as he knew but even just one orgasm was intense. It seemed like she'd had two or three at least, it was hard to count when it all blurred together into what seemed like a very long single orgasm.
Just the first one had been mind-blowing to Phee, she’d lost track of exactly what her body was doing after that initial peak. Maybe it had just lasted forever, maybe there had been more ups and downs, she wasn’t even sure. It had all felt incredibly good though, and she felt like a complete puddle at the moment. Her hand slipped down without conscious thought to cup her pussy as her legs came back together and fell to one side. “Ohmygod,” Phee murmured into the comforter still over her face. She gave another little pleasure shiver and her toes curled.
Greg let out a little laugh at that because it was so sweet and cute and sexy. He moved to flop down next to her on the bed, resting his head on his hand. "Too much? Not enough?" he murmured, gently tugging on the comforter to try to see her face. She looked flushed, the kind that reached her neck and chest and he was loving the heat coming from her body.
Phee let herself be uncovered, her mostly-limp hand moving to brush over his hair as she rocked her hips in the other direction to lean her knees against Greg. She smiled and felt absolutely drunk. “Not enough?” she mumbled back, feeling like her tongue was too thick and stupid to be coherent. “How ...? No sense. Crazy talk.” She scooted in closer to Greg to nuzzle their faces together, giving a soft happy sigh. “I feel ... like ... I owe you, like ... ten, after that.”
"I won't say no to that," Greg murmured and tittered again, placing little kisses on her cheek. "But you don't owe me anything, this was totally my pleasure." He ran his fingers over her breast and tilted his forehead against hers. "There's always more if you feel up to it." He didn't think she did, not yet at least, and he could hear Aurie's nails on the floor so he'd obviously gotten curious about what all the noise was about.
She hummed a sound that started out intrigued, then lowered into a more pessimistic tone. “I think I’d just die with more right now, so ... rain check,” she murmured. Phee kissed the corner of Greg’s mouth, then moved to his lips before she pulled back enough to look at him. Her smile was still all dreamy. “Do you wanna come to the Sadie Hawkins dance thing with me?” she asked him softly. Phee had planned to ask him, just not directly post-orgasm, but hey, there it was.
"I thought you'd never ask," Greg said jokingly since, well, she was asking him very early. "But yeah, absolutely." He nudged his bare knee against hers, letting his fingers roam a little longer, this time to her neck and collar bone. "Are you gonna come with me to the bonfire after? You should totally make a pact with a girlfriend and sneakily spend the night with me, just saying." He could hope, though he wasn't too optimistic about it. Her parents were strict.
Phee adored the way he touched her, such softness from those masculine fingers. She’d kind of always thought that certain kinds of boys couldn’t be soft, touching too hard with too many callouses. Greg’s hands felt perfect though. She grinned a bit at his suggestion and bit into her bottom lip. A dance and then a bonfire on the beach with friends and probably drinks, and then spending the night at her boyfriend’s house? It all sounded like a dream. “Yeah, I’d love to come,” she murmured, her gaze warm on his face. “I’ll see what I can do.” She actually had a friend now who might cover for her, but Phee couldn’t assume until she’d talked to Jen.
Greg had learned the hard way not to be rough with people very early on when he still didn't understand his strength and made a kid cry when he was just roughhousing, it had been mortifying at the time but it certainly helped today. He was extra gentle with girls and avoided touching the nerdy boys altogether, not wanting to be an accidental bully again. With Phee it felt different, she was stronger than she looked as he'd found out pretty recently but he still didn't want to risk pushing her too far. "If you have to go home you should totally sneak out when your parents have gone to sleep," he whispered, as if someone might actually hear this nefarious plan. "I'll even wait for you outside so you don't have to walk alone."
She giggled and tucked her face into his neck for a moment, finally bringing her hand out from between her legs to wrap her arm around him. It sounded delicious and dangerous and fun and she loved that he would even think of being her escort when they lived so close together. Phee had never had a desire to sneak out of the house, but now she really wanted to. She kissed her way along his jaw and cheek until she was looking at him again. “I think you’re a bad influence,” she whispered back, though she couldn’t have looked more pleased about it. “But such a gentleman, so ... maybe.” Phee tittered again and smooched him softly, then softly added, “I dunno if I can resist you for a whole night.”
"Dastardly gentleman," Greg replied with a put upon weird accent that was supposed to be british but missed the mark a little. Oh well. He laughed at his little failure and kissed her again. "I know for sure I can't resist you for a whole night but please, please don't make me break into your house. Your parents are scary and way more likely to hurt me than you." They'd been plenty scary before Greg knew they were witches too so that didn't help one bit.
Phee laughed with him, rolling her eyes affectionately. She giggled some more at what he said. “Coming from like, anybody else, that could sounds kinda threatening,” she said. “‘Don’t make me break into your house.’ Which I totally won’t do. I bet I can get out of the house without anybody knowing, I would just have to be back before morning.” She made an unhappy face at that and sighed. “They need to go out of town again.” Her best bet, if she wanted to wake up in his bed with him -- and she really wanted to do that -- was to see if Jen could be her alibi. She wondered a bit if he knew she’d been talking about having sex with him, but Phee decided not to ask.
Greg burst out laughing because she was right, it was a terrible sentence out of context and it might have made him sound super stalkery and gross. "Oh my god," he tittered but then nodded eagerly at what she said next. Her parents really needed to go somewhere again so they could have a party-sleepover without worrying about getting in trouble. Of course it was different now, the last time they did that it has really just been Bash and his friends but now the McCarthys knew Greg was dating their daughter, or at least her mom did.
It felt so good to make him laugh, Phee felt her chest squeeze in the sweetest way. Greg looked like an adorable doofus when he really got to giggling, and she fucking loved it. She kissed at his chin again, then dipped in further to nuzzle at his neck and breathe him in. A bit of doubt nagged at her, and after another moment she pulled back to look Greg in the eyes again. “You’re not like ... gonna be an idiot boy and get bored with me after we sleep together, right?” she asked, her tone only halfway teasing. It was a real concern, especially after the talk with her mom, and Phee knew that of course Greg would say no, but at least if she put it on the table she could call him a liar later if he did turn into an idiot boy.
Greg shouldn't have been surprised by the question but he was, he just couldn't imagine doing that even if he knew it happened a lot. It made sense for it to happen when it was a hookup at a party, that sort of one night stand thing didn't really call for intimacy even if some people seemed to think it did. But this? They were together. "Hell no," He replied earnestly but then grinned. "Or, you know, only if you turn out to have like one of those dental vaginas and chop my dick off."
Phee snorted out a laugh at that, rolling her eyes affectionately at the same time. He would answer like that. It didn’t sound dismissive or flippant though, just like the answer was so obvious to Greg that Phee should see it too. She’d known him a long time, and he could be obnoxious, but Phee had never known him to be cruel on purpose. Of course, she’d done her best to avoid hearing about his love life, but even being a terrible boyfriend or a ghoster or something didn’t seem like Greg. He was hot and popular, sure, but he was still down to earth. “Pretty sure you would’ve noticed a set of teeth by now,” she murmured, amused. “I think your dick will be safe.”
Greg was still thinking about his analogy and it didn't make much sense the more he thought about it. "I'm pretty sure 'bored' is not the word I'm looking for if I get my dick chopped off," he said, narrowing his eyes as he speculated that. "I feel reassured though, and no I'm not gonna get bored with you just 'cause we've had sex. I mean, we've had lots of sex already and I'm so far from bored." Because oral totally counted as sex, how could it not?
She snickered at the first part, but really didn’t want to think about Greg’s dick being separated from his body in any form or fashion. She liked it just fine where it was. The rest of what he said was the important part, anyway. “Yeah, but like ... I dunno, people always talk about ‘going all the way’ or whatever --” she rolled her eyes, “-- as like ... the goal, you know?” She knew that teenagers were pretty full of shit, and none of them had really figured sex out in all its nuances and meanings, but penis-in-vagina sex still seemed like the end-all be-all, like it was some conquest. Phee didn’t want to be a conquest. “You’re not bored though?” she added with a little grin.
"Yeah I totally bought into that whole thing when I was like... thirteen," Greg said with a roll of his eyes then wrapped his arm around her and kissed her gently. "I'm not bored," he said with some amusement. "Why, are you bored? Do I need to up my game here? Maybe you're just waiting to go all the way before you dump me." He gave her a teasingly accusing look, arching his brows pointedly.
“Ohmygod,” Phee laughed, rolling her eyes some more and pinching at his stomach playfully. “Don’t even say that. Did you not hear me just like, screaming into your blanket?” Her face was red now, but she didn’t care. Giggling, Phee nuzzled another kiss to his lips. “I’m like, so far from bored, but I’m the inexperienced virgin here, so ... I dunno. I’m glad you’re not either.” She had no idea how long they would end up staying together, but Phee had a good feeling about it lasting beyond their first time.
She was so cute when she laughed, especially when she blushed like this, and Greg had to laugh with her. He had indeed heard her screaming into his blanket and he almost joked about it maybe just being a meh-scream and not a full on fun one but then she kissed him and became sincere in a way that it made joking around feel stupid. "I'm not bored," he reassured her. "And having sex once is not as fun as having sex lots of times, it just gets better. Promise."
That was sound logic, and Phee beamed at him. It made her feel like even if she wasn’t great the first time, Greg would stick it out and help her learn to be better. Though Phee supposed the girl didn’t really have to do much, technically speaking, she wanted to be a good, active lover. Maybe that made her dorky or whatever, but Phee liked to be good at whatever she started doing. “Good,” she murmured and kissed him softly again. Then Phee let out a little whine and stuck her bottom lip out. “I don’t wanna go home. Can your mom just like, adopt me? So I can stay here all the time?”
"That would be so creepy," Greg said and wrinkled his nose before laughing. "At least I live right down the road from you so it could be a lot worse." He didn't really want her to leave either, this was really nice and he kind of wanted to just curl up on the couch and watch movie with her, then have sex again and sleep together just like this. "You cool with spending the night on Saturday if you can?"
She guessed it would be creepy since it would kinda make them siblings, but whatever. Phee was glad that he lived so close, so coming over was easy and she didn’t need a ride from anyone ... and the sneaking possibilities were much better. Thinking about sneaking over to fool around with him and maybe spend at least most of the night there gave her another little rush of excitement. She would see if she got brave enough to actually do that sometime. “I’m more than cool with it,” she answered with a little grin. “I’m gonna make it happen one way or another.” Phee kissed his chin, then started to sit up reluctantly. “Wanna walk me home?”
"You can't stay a little longer?" Greg asked with just a small pout. He didn't want her to leave yet, they didn't even have to be all naked and sexy, maybe she could just snuggle with him on the couch and watch a movie or something. Or, realistically, a single episode of something funny and short since it was getting late. At least she wanted to spend the night so it was all just circumstances keeping them apart and not a reluctance on her half.
Phee glanced at the clock, her expression turning doubtful. “I told her I wouldn’t be gone long, and it’s already been over an hour,” she said, giving Greg an apologetic look. She didn’t want to go, but she also didn’t want to push her luck with her parents, especially with social stuff coming up. The last thing she wanted was to end up grounded like Sebastian was. “Come with me though, we’ll walk slow. Take Aurie out and everything.” She stayed put for another moment though, watching his expression. Phee also didn’t want him to think she was just there for the orgasms and to bounce, she hadn’t even planned on fooling around with him when she’d come over.
"Slow walk," Greg agreed, leaning over to kiss her again. "Aurie will like it." He couldn't pretend to be happy about it but at least if he walked her home they got to spend a few more minutes together. He just hoped James McCarthy wasn't going to see them and jump to the very accurate conclusion that they were dating. "Is your dad home?" he asked with a little wince, god he wasn't ready to face that music. "I mean, it's cool if he is I just... is he home?"
Phee glanced back at him as she was moving to slide off of the bed, a soft laugh bubbling up in her throat. “Yeah he’s home, we did a magic lesson, remember?” she said, smiling. She had to be sympathetic though, her poor boyfriend looked so fretful. A little self conscious about being naked now that all the sexy festivities were over, Phee started gathering her clothes up. “It’ll be fine, don’t get freaked out,” she tried to assure Greg. “I’m a daddy’s girl, he just wants me to be happy and safe. And you cover both of those, so. It’ll be okay.”
"Heh," was all Greg said in reply. He had kind of hoped James had left to go somewhere after the magic lesson, Greg knew he wasn't home all that often. He was also pretty sure that happy and safe did not involve having sex and that James McCarthy was probably the sort of dad that wanted his baby girl to be a virgin for the rest of her life. Not scary at all. He got up to find his own clothes, hoping he and Phee didn't look all sex rumpled and obvious.