Who: Greg and Phee When: Saturday, Dec 2nd, evening Where: the school gym? Band room? Status: Complete Warnings: Bullying, body shaming and NSFW
It had been a good basketball game, which Phee tended to enjoy more than the football ones. Maybe it was because you could see more of the boys’ arms and legs in the uniforms, or that they were all inside, or the acoustics in the gym, she wasn’t sure. But she’d had fun being there and cheering for her brother and her boyfriend -- and only them, because fuck all those other guys, Kyle especially -- and playing her flute when it was their turn to perform. All in all, it was a good game, and the Wolves ended up winning, and that made everybody happy.
Phee caught some glimpses of Greg in all the celebration madness, and got a wave and a grin off to him before the team headed back into the locker room and the band left the gym. They were all chatty and happily energetic as they walked back to the band room to put their instruments away and get their stuff, and Phee was no exception. At least until she went to her spot and found her flute case. It had been tampered with, and it barely looked like a case at all.
There were cut-out pictures of cows and whales and hugely fat people on it, all taped down with clear packing tape that had been wrapped around the case over and over to seal it shut. Some choice, mean words were scrawled on top of that in marker. Fat slut were the only two her brain registered right away. Phee dropped her flute, her cheeks and eyes instantly burning, and grabbed the case. Clutching it to her chest to try and hide it as much as possible, she ran out of the band room and made a beeline for the restroom down the hall, ignoring the call from one of her friends behind her.
The problem with running out of a dressing room visibly upset was that people cared and quite a few of her bandmates ended up knocking on the bathroom door, trying to coax her to open up and talk to them. It didn't take long before one of the boys was tasked with finding Greg because maybe boyfriends were more efficient when it came to dealing with this sort of stuff. Greg had just gotten out of the shower when someone hollered at him that a 'nerdy band kid' was there to see him. It pissed him off because he obviously thought it was Phee but then it really was a little nerdy band kid, a scrawny junior boy who looked anything but comfortable at being at the team's locker room.
It took Greg about two minutes to get dressed and get out of there and minutes later he was parting the sea of fretful teenage girls. They stepped back, but didn't go far, all of them concerned about Phee and curious as to what the hell was happening. He kinda wished they'd leave but he didn't push it. Instead he knocked on the bathroom door and leaned in his head in to listen. "Phee? Babe? You in there?" he said loud enough to be heard through the door and he fucking hoped this wasn't some weird prank. It was cold out and he was barely dry underneath his clothes so they felt a little ill-fitting and itchy at the moment.
While the band kids put their plan into action, Phee was desperately trying to peel the packing tape off of her flute case. It had been very hard to find an edge to start with, and the goddamn stuff kept tearing off in tiny strips instead of peeling like she wanted it to. It was also a difficult task to accomplish while she was crying. Phee knew there were people outside, so she was trying to be quiet about it, swallowing back stupid sobs that didn’t do anybody any good. She’d barked at the kids outside to stay away a couple of times when the door had started to crack open, and Phee just couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t just leave and go on about their lives.
She was just about ready to throw her case across the bathroom and abandon it when someone knocked and a new voice came through the door. It was Greg. Phee felt both worse and better at the same time, and it was all too much. But maybe he could help. She abandoned her desecrated case on the sink counter and went to the door to open it halfway, grabbing hold of Greg’s arm to pull him into the bathroom with her. She pushed the door shut as quickly as she could, then promptly buried her face in Greg’s chest and started to cry all over again.
"Okay," Greg said slowly as he wrapped his arms around her. Girls crying wasn't really his forte and he had no way of knowing what had brought this on. At least that was what he thought until he caught a glimpse of the case on the sink counter but seeing it brought him a little closer to understanding. She wasn't crying about nothing like some girls did, that didn't sound like her in the first place but something was definitely going on. She didn't really sound like she could talk right now, sobbing against his chest, so he decided to give it a few minutes, gently rubbing her back and kissing her hair as he squinted over at the case, trying to see what it was that was written all over it. He didn't need to see more than one word before anger bubbled up in his chest and he drew in a deep breath and tried to focus on Phee for now.
As much as she could at the moment, Phee appreciated the way he was handling it, especially the silent part. The last thing she wanted to hear was a long string of questions. She hadn’t told him about the bullying that had persisted throughout the week, not wanting to stress him out or get him into fights or anything ... but now she would have to explain it. It took her a few long minutes to start, her sobs diminishing pretty fast into sniffles. At least she got over crying fast, even when her emotions were running high. “They fucked up my flute case,” she started, pressing her forehead into Greg’s chest. “I think it was some of the guys ...” Her voice was hesitant and cracking every so often as she launched into the whole story. Who she’d caught oinking at her in the hallway, the stupid pictures of pigs and whales with her name on them, the melted candy bar shoved through her locker slats. And now they’d gone into the band room and covered her instrument case in pictures of fat things and tape. “I c-can’t get it open,” Phee ended in a whine, hugging him tighter.
Greg rarely got this kind of angry, the kind of white hot rage that spread through his body and made his muscles tense and shaky, like it was preparing for something and it probably was because he was going to kill those guys. Not now though, now he had to deal with the fallout and get his girl happy again. "Should have told me," he said, trying hard to keep his voice even and calm despite the anger. "We're gonna fix this. I'll get it open." He was stronger than she was, though it was a little worrying if they actually broke her case. They'd gone too far either way and he wondered if this wasn't something they should report since it took place during a game. Hell, he might get those guys benched and they'd absolutely hate that.
He was holding it together well, but he did sound off, and Phee felt stupid for all those reasons she’d thought of not to tell Greg what was going on. But that was a pretty useless emotion at the moment, she really just didn’t want to be trapped in the bathroom anymore. She just wanted to be away from all this. “You’ll need like, a knife,” she murmured, sniffling as she looked around at her very bound-up case. Her eyes moved back to Greg’s face. “Can we go?” she asked in a small voice. “Like, you’re ready to leave, right?” She didn’t want the audience on the other side of the door, she didn’t want to stay in the same building as the boys who’d fucked with her stuff, and she just wanted to hide in Greg’s room for as long as she possibly could.
This was supposed to be a happy night where they won their game, went to Clint's party and then hopefully got to spend some quality time together at Greg's place before Phee had to run home. Instead she was crying and Greg was absolutely not taking her to a party full of the jerks who'd been bullying her. How had he not known? That part was getting to him now and he nodded fiercely, kissing her heated and damp cheek. "Let's get the fuck out of here," he muttered and at least that was a small mercy, the assholes had chosen to do this during a home game so they didn't have to ride back on the bus with them. It also meant he could leave the stuff he hadn't taken with him from the locker room, it'd keep.
Phee remembered all of the sudden that there was supposed to be a party at Clint Nolan’s house, and she had the crazy urge to tell Greg that he should just go and have fun. That was stupid though, and he would never do it. She just so desperately wanted this problem to go away. Weren’t they bored yet? She hadn’t retaliated, she hadn’t sicced her brother or her boyfriend on them, she hadn’t even really reacted in public to what they were doing. What the hell were they still getting out of this? And if Victoria was behind it, didn’t she feel like she’d made her damn point already? Sniffling, Phee snagged up her case and headed to the door with Greg. There were still a few concerned bandmate-friends hanging around, and she heard herself promise to text them later, but she wasn’t really listening to the words. As soon as they were clear, Phee took Greg’s hand and let him lead her to wherever he’d parked.
Greg was just glad nobody tried to stop them and talk to them after they left Phee's nerdy friends behind. He was about ready to bite people's heads off at this point, trying to contain the storm in his head to spare Phee the brunt of it. He unlocked the car and held open her door for her before running around to get in too. It was too cold to be standing out in the parking lot and even the car felt cold when he got in so he hurriedly started up the engine before turning to his girl and catching her hand again. Looking at her face just made him angry again, the cry-splotching, the red-rimmed eyes. He was going to kill those guys.
It wasn’t until they were in the car that Phee realized she’d left her coat behind. It looked like Greg had too. Gods, she really didn’t want to go back for it, so she hoped the car warmed up fast. She stuffed the flute case -- without her flute in it, of course; she hoped someone would put that away for her in the band room -- down into the floorboard between her feet. At least it was dark and she didn’t have to look at it anymore. She looked over at Greg’s face, half of it bathed in blue-ish light from the dashboard, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen that expression on him before. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whispered, her grip firm on his hand. “I thought they would just stop.”
The fact that she was apologizing to him softened Greg's mood a little because that was all sorts of wrong and he didn't want her to think she needed to do that. "No," he murmured, squeezing her hand back and bringing his other hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I get it, you didn't wanna make a big deal out of it." But it was a big deal because they were fucking with his girlfriend, with Bash's sister, they had to know they were going to Hurt for it. "You didn't do anything wrong, babe." And she certainly hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of shit. "Let's go to my place and fix this bag, okay?"
Most of Phee knew that she hadn’t done anything wrong, but it was still a relief to hear Greg say it. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if he’d been pissed at her for not telling him sooner. Probably cry some more, that was all she seemed to be good at doing at the moment. Phee nodded and gave Greg’s hand an extra squeeze before she let go so he could drive and all. She almost apologized again for making him miss the party, but bit her tongue on it. It wasn’t her fault. It was theirs. And stupid fucking Victoria Chapman’s. Phee didn’t even want to think about her at the moment. “I’m gonna text Bash so he doesn’t look for me,” she mumbled, pulling her phone out of her uniform pocket to do just that.
"Are you going to tell him what happened?" Greg asked and he had half a mind to tell him himself, then go over there and join forces to beat the living hell out of the guys. That was what it always came back to and he just kept picturing their faces - but with fewer teeth. It wasn't the healthiest way to deal but he had a feeling they were well past all the healthy ways already. These guys would laugh at a conversation, they'd mock any attempts at peace talks and really, peace talks were for conflicts. This was fucking bullying, it was purely one sided. Reporting them wouldn't do shit, they'd only get more vicious. So Greg was going to knock out some teeth. Maybe not tonight, but soon.
“Gods no,” Phee answered immediately, the word coming out incredulous and a little wavery. “Why ruin like, everybody’s night?” She went back to texting her brother, telling him that she and Greg weren’t feeling like a party, so they were just going home. It occurred to her to worry that those assholes might say something to Sebastian at the party, but they would just have to deal with that if it happened. That done, Phee sighed as she put her phone away again, leaning her head back against the seat and closing her eyes. All of it had given her a crappy headache. At least it was only Saturday and there was no school to worry about the next day.
Greg put his hand on her thigh once he'd backed out of the parking spot. He rubbed at the synthetic fabric of her pants, realizing she hadn't even had time to change to her own clothes. Damn uniform. It made him angry all over again and he swallowed it down and focused on driving them out of there safely. "Yeah, maybe don't tell him yet. I don't want him to go punch some more assholes without me," he muttered and the emphasis here was obviously on the last part. He didn't mind the punching, but he didn't want to miss out on it again. Bash had gotten in a fight with Kyle when Greg wasn't around and this was three guys, maybe more. Hell, how was he supposed to know who was responsible for this particular incident?
The part of Phee that avoided Getting Into Trouble like the plague cringed and wanted to say that nobody should be punching anyone ... but maybe these dickheads deserved it. Either this was their crowning moment and they would stop now, or things would just keep getting worse. She put her hand over Greg’s on her leg and looked over at him in the dark. “Just ... don’t get yourself expelled or something,” she murmured. He needed to graduate, and preferably without some huge black mark on his record. “Or like, arrested or sued ...” Or beat up, but Phee didn’t add that in. She was sure Greg could hold his own, he and Bash would just be outnumbered. “I kinda think Victoria put them up to it, but I dunno. They never bothered me before.”
Greg very rarely felt violent but when it came to making his girlfriend cry it just seemed like the appropriate response. He knew Phee probably wouldn't appreciate it but in some ways it had nothing to do with her which was probably weird to even think about but it made sense. He was upset on her behalf, but he was also furious on his own. These guys were supposed to be his teammates, even if they weren't his friends, and they dared to fuck with his girlfriend? It was about more than Phee's hurt feelings, it was about betrayal and probably some deep seated macho issues but Greg didn't really want to investigate that too closely. He just knew she was right about the school thing and so he nodded. "I'm not about to get into a fight at school unless someone else starts it," he reassured her, though that didn't say anything about getting into fights somewhere else. "Someone needs to have a little talk with Victoria too," he added with a sigh because he knew it wasn't going to be him. Maybe Jules could step in, she was their friend after all.
If Greg kept it out of school, he would at least have done better than her brother. But it sounded like Kyle had goaded Sebastian into violence, so it wasn’t like she blamed him or anything. The coach obviously saw it differently, and Phee really didn’t want to get both of the protective boys in her life kicked off the team or something awful. Even though she’d brought her up, Phee did not want to talk about Victoria. She squeezed Greg’s hand instead, and brought it up to her lips to kiss the backs of his fingers. “I should just like ... curse them all with crotch fungus or something,” she muttered unhappily. Why did it seem like everything was really really good or super bad lately? It was a rollercoaster, and she was really tired all of the sudden.
If Billy, Franklin or Justin had been anywhere near Greg when he found out about what had been going on, Greg couldn't say he wouldn't have charged them right there on the spot so he couldn't blame Bash for losing his temper. He supposed it was lucky they hadn't been around or he most definitely would have gotten into trouble. Right now he thought he needed to deal with them before the weekend was up or else he was going to screw things up at school, no doubt about it. At least Phee's next words made him huff with mild amusement that eased his temper just a little. "You should," he muttered gruffly, then furrowed his brows as he glanced over at her. "Wait, can you do that?"
The edge of concern in his tone was kind of darkly amusing. “Yeah, so don’t break up with me,” Phee said, then immediately regretted it. That was a stupid thing to joke about. “Ugh, sorry. I mean ... no, not exactly. But I bet I could figure something out.” She was barely learning basic spells now, curses were probably way beyond her. They seemed more like an academic point of interest instead of something she could actually do. Still, Phee thought if she worked at it, she could fuck up their days somehow. “Punching them would be much more satisfying, though,” she added, just so Greg knew she was on board with him having a hand in holding these asshats accountable.
Greg laughed. Even if Phee regretted her little joke, it did amuse him probably because he had no intentions of breaking up with her and he didn't think their breakup would be that ugly if it came to it. "You wanna be there when I punch them?" he asked because revenge with a bit of showing off to his girlfriend was even better than revenge alone. He could probably even get someone to film it just for the hell of it and the thought alone just made him more excited about giving them a beat down. He wasn't delusional, of course, he knew he might get hurt too but it was so worth it.
The idea of watching her thick football-player boyfriend kick the shit out of the guys who’d been harassing her was both super appealing and kind of mortifying at once. If Phee had been able to bury her head in the sand and make all of this go away, she would have. But that didn’t seem to be the case. “Yeah I kinda do,” she admitted, huffing a small laugh about it. “It would be like, even more embarrassing for them. And I bet you’d look hot doing it.” It was meant to be lighthearted, but it was true enough. Phee didn’t want to watch Greg get hurt, of course, but given his motivation, she didn’t think it would be a fight he would lose.
Any little laugh from a girl who'd just been crying felt like a small victory and Greg felt his own mood ease up a bit, grinning at her reply. "Hell yeah," he murmured, giving her leg a little squeeze. "I'd do it shirtless for you too if it wasn't so fucking cold out." He gave her a sidelong glance, then barked out a little laughter. "I still might if you ask nicely." Wasn't that the stereotypical dudebro way of delivering a beatdown? Ripping his shirt off first? Greg knew he looked the part, he wasn't completely oblivious to the fact, but he liked to think he didn't fit a stereotype.
“Oh god,” Phee half-groaned, half-laughed, covering her face with her free hand. Now that was a mental picture, wasn’t it? Definitely a dudebro mental picture, but it was Greg, so that made it okay. “You’d look so crazy, they might not want to fight you at all. You’d poke their eyes out with your nipples.” She tittered a little. Making it ridiculous in her head made her feel better about it all, like it chased away the sting of their insults. Phee squeezed Greg’s hand again, looking over at his profile. “You’re not just like, pity-dating me and think I’m some huge fat slob of a cow, though, right?” she murmured. Phee knew the answer to that, but with her already-unsteady confidence shaken like it was, she wanted to hear Greg say it.
He was still tittering about the nipples comment when she asked that very sad and ridiculous question, shutting him up first. He glanced over to meet her gaze for as long as he dared before looking back at the road. "Okay, first of all you're not a slob and you're not huge and the only thing that's similar with you and cows is that cows have pretty eyes too. Second... Who even does that? I've literally gone down on you, how gross would I be if I did that with someone I didn't even like?" He shook his head. "So no, Phee. I'm not pity dating you."
There were so many cynical attitudes out there about boys and dating -- they only wanted to get laid, they would fuck anything that gave them the chance, they all truly wanted skinny girls with big boobs and butts -- it was hard to banish the stereotypes sometimes. Especially since this was her first boyfriend, and he was gorgeous and popular and hot, and especially now that there were people trying to mess with her head. Greg’s answer was perfect though, and reminded Phee that cows were adorable and whales were majestic, magical creatures. And that he did seem to genuinely have the hots for her, and he’d seen all of her multiple times now. She unbuckled her seatbelt for a moment to lean over far enough to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she murmured, giving his temple a nuzzle. Phee sat back and buckled up again. “And I mean like ... I know you’re not that shallow, but ... I dunno, people are assholes.”
He tilted his head into the nuzzling though he didn't really feel like that was something she should be thanking him for. Dating her was a purely selfish thing, she just happened to enjoy it too. "People can be, yeah," he said, but he couldn't lie about the fact that he was disappointed to find out that people close to him were that kind of assoles. He hadn't ever thought they were great guys or anything, but they were supposed to be on the same side. This felt as much like an attack on him as it did on Phee.
Phee slipped her arms around Greg’s and put her cheek on his shoulder. It was probably clingy, but it made her feel better to hang onto him. She really didn’t want to become one of those ‘tell me I’m pretty constantly’ insecure girls, so her thanks had more been for his reassurance than anything. She fell quiet, not really wanting to talk about it anymore. Getting her case opened and cleaned up might make her emotional all over again, so she might as well enjoy the lull while it was there.
Neither of them said much else until they had already arrived at Greg’s, parked, and gone inside. Not wanting to look at it for a while, Phee dropped her flute case by the entrance to the basement. She immediately moved to wrap her arms around Greg, wanting a better hug than she’d been able to give him before while she was bawling. “Wish I could spend the night,” she mumbled into the side of his neck.
It made Greg wish Phee's mom was more like his mom, even if Jessica probably wouldn't be as cool if she had a daughter. Parents got weird about their 'little girls' and for good reason apparently. "Me too," he sighed as he hugged her back. "How long can you stay?" He was guessing - hoping? - for at least an hour or two. She had meant to go to the party after all. "Bash is coming here later with Hunter if that makes a difference." She probably knew that already but it was worth the reminder if it meant she could linger.
She had known that but kind of forgotten, and the reminder made Phee roll her eyes a bit. She felt a rising wave of sullen jealousy that her brother got to spend so much time with Greg and she didn’t. Even though she knew Bash was more spending time with Hunter, and if their parents found out, they would be pissed. Phee thought briefly about lying and telling her mother Jen invited her to spend the night or something, but she felt guilty using Jen as an excuse all the time. Ugh, why didn’t she have more friends? “Mom said midnight curfew,” she told him. Which meant they had a few hours together, and that was something, at least.
"I can deal with that tomorrow," Greg said, since he had a feeling Phee would get upset all over again if they started trying to peel off the tape now. "You can just leave it here and we can use our time doing something nicer." He wasn't so sure she was in the mood for sex after what had happened but that was okay, cuddling and watching tv or something was good too sometimes. He'd leave it up to her. He just hoped the damn thing wasn't ruined or something, certain types of glue didn't come off easy.
Pretty much anything would be nicer than peeling all those insults off of her personal property, and Phee didn’t want to even think about what they might have put in there before they taped it all up. She hoped it didn’t start to stink up Greg’s downstairs or anything. If it was completely ruined, she was going to be really pissed. Once the sadness was over. She pulled back enough to look at Greg, and gave his chin a little kiss. “Wanna turn on some music and take a bath or something?” she asked. They had all the privacy in the world down there, and Greg’s bathtub was a decent enough size, they could both fit and cuddle. And maybe being comfortably naked for a while would be good for her.
Greg's smile came slow and lazy and utterly pleased, like a cheshire cat's. "Yeah," he drawled happily. He'd honestly worried she'd be more withdrawn or something after this because of insecurities or some shit and then he really would have had to punch the guys a few more times than he'd originally planned on. "C'mon," he murmured then and leaned in to kiss her, lingering this time since they had more time than he'd thought. "Want some candles? I can get some candles."
It would’ve been pretty easy to just wrap herself up in a blanket and cocoon on the couch and pretend she didn’t have a body at all, but Phee didn’t really want to do that. She could wallow in misery on her own time. She and Greg only had a few hours, and those assholes had already taken up too much of it. Phee had been plagued with insecurity for years, she could suppress it for another night. The way Greg smiled at her made it easier somehow. “Candles would be amazing, yeah,” she answered after the soft kiss. “I’ll get the water running.” She let go of him.
Greg wiggled playfully, then snuck another kiss - this one on her nose - before darting off to find candles. A romantic soak with his girl was just what was needed after this shitty turn of events. He just hoped he could make her feel as beautiful as he thought she was. He joined her in the bathroom minutes later and started placing candles everywhere, setting them all down before he started lighting them since he had his hands full.
While Greg gathered up the flammables, Phee went to his bathroom and started running water into the tub. She adjusted the temperature, aiming for that hotness that felt so good to soak in. Especially after the physical activity they’d both done and the stress on top of it. Phee checked the cabinet under the sink for any bubble bath or bombs or something that smelled good, but didn’t find anything. Boys. Oh well. She was letting her scratchy polyester band uniform pants drop around her ankles -- with a small sigh of relief -- when Greg turned up again. It was kind of cute, the way he strategically placed candles everywhere, and she watched him with a little smile. This was going to be nice.
When Greg turned around he immediately smiled again because damn, cute. It was funny how guys looked awful when they only wore a t-shirt but girls always managed to look super cute. Or maybe he was just really, really straight. Maybe he'd ask Bash sometime, because he was pretty sure guys just looked bad without pants. Guys could go topless, girls could go top-only, those seemed to be the rules! He pulled his own shirt off before stepping closer to her, giving only a cursory glance at the bath to make sure they had time before it got filled up then slipped his arms around her waist. "There's my girl," he murmured, rubbing a little at her back through the t-shirt.
Phee was personally a fan of looking at any amount of bare boy-skin, but especially Greg’s, and the sight of him taking his shirt off gave her a warm feeling in her stomach. She couldn’t help but smile as he moved in closer, and she trailed her fingertips up the length of his arms before encircling his shoulders and leaning in against him. She was already feeling the tension seeping out of her body and they hadn’t even gotten in the water yet. “Here she is,” she murmured back, curling her fingers against the back of his neck. “I like being your girl.”
Greg had a feeling the guys wouldn't be messing with her if she wasn't his girl so it obviously wasn't all a dance on roses but he wasn't about to bring that up. "I like you being my girl," he said instead. "So c'mon, let's strip down, get comfy." He kissed her then, in no real rush to get moving, standing there and holding her was just as good.
The holding and kissing were both good, but Phee knew they would be even better when they were both submerged in the hot water. The candlelight was nice too, and she was starting to feel more beautiful than huge and gross, so that was a good shift in the evening. Phee giggled softly at his choice of words, then slid her hands down his sides and around to start unbuttoning the front of his jeans. “You first,” she murmured with a cheeky little smirk. Once Phee had the fly undone, she hooked her thumbs into his waistbands to start pushing them down his hips.
"Hold on," Greg murmured and stepped back because the only thing missing was some music to really set the mood. He connected his phone to the bluetooth one in the bathroom and found a nice, chill playlist for the two of them, then put the phone away and wiggled a little in time with the song as he finished getting his jeans off. Do a little dance for his girl? Why the hell not! He then moved close again to nudge at what remained of her clothes, cocking a brow suggestively.
It was corny and cute, and it made Phee grin, but at the same time it was sexy because he was getting naked, so those were fun conflicting feelings. She toyed with the hem of her shirt while she enjoyed the view, then lifted her arms to peel it off when Greg nudged her. Phee’s bra came next, and the sigh she let out as she slipped that off was all relief. Smiling at him, she gave the elastic of her panties a little snap with her thumb. “You wanna do the honors?” she asked playfully. Being undressed was way more fun than doing it yourself, she’d found.
"Ooh, kittens," Greg murmured as he hooked his thumbs into her panties and started tugging them away from her body. It wasn't the most interesting pair she'd ever worn but so far he liked all of them if only because she'd worn them all. He leaned in for a kiss as he peeled them down her hips, then crouched down to pull them down further. To be fair it was just for the view but it came off as a service too so win win. Once she stepped out of them he smoothed his hands over her calves, stroking up her legs all the way to her hips again.
Greg on his knees -- or close to it, anyway -- in front of her gave Phee a very pleasant flutter in her stomach, and she stroked her fingers through his thick hair as he pulled her panties down and off. She loved the way he touched her, it made her feel like some Renaissance painting, round and curvy and serenely divine. Feeling like that was really an accomplishment tonight. When Greg straightened up again, Phee pulled him in against her, relishing that feeling of so much skin on skin contact. She kissed him for a long moment, then smiled as she pulled back and snagged his fingers in hers to pull him toward the tub. “C’mon,” she murmured, ready to sink into some hot water with him.
The tub was almost ready and he knew two bodies would fill it up even more so Greg considered it ready enough. He grinned as he followed along, relieved that the water was just the right temperature. "If you were like a fire-witch, would you be able to handle hotter water?" he asked randomly as he let himself sink into the tub, not breaking contact with Phee's body.
Phee let Greg settle in first, since she intended on leaning on him, but liked how their fingers stayed hooked together. She climbed into the water and sat down with a contented little sigh, shifting around until she was between Greg’s legs, her back leaned against his stomach and chest as she relaxed. “Yes, from what I know,” she answered his question with a soft smile. “I think water witches too, but that’s more like, controlling the temperature around themselves. I think fire witches are just kinda resistant to heat in general.”
"Think there could be a witch out there who's like the avatar? Good at all the elements?" Greg mused, idly stroking her skin with his thumb where his hand rested. Was it geeky? Who cared. It was a cool cartoon and his girlfriend was pretty much an earthbender while his best friend was a waterbender. It kind of made him wish he could join in and be a firebender, that way his coveted career would be way less risky and awesome - only smoke to worry about!
She giggled a little, leaning her head back against the front of his shoulder. This had been a good idea, she already felt better than when they’d gotten here. “Probably,” she answered, propping her arm up on Greg’s knee and letting her fingers trail in the water. “I think the more you learn and the better you get, the less your element matters. Like you can learn all kinds of different stuff, but you kinda always favor one. But I’m sure there’s some Captain Planet witch out there somewhere.”
"I wanna be a Captain Planet witch," Greg said with a titter. "But I'd settle for firebending." He raised his hands to move them around all witchy-like but obviously nothing happened. Damn his muggle blood. Settling his hands back on Phee he gave the side of her face a little smooch. "It'd be way cool to be a fireman and you can just... magic the fire away."
It made her snicker again to hear him call it ‘firebending,’ and Phee pictured him in some anime-style inferno, fire swirling all around him. It would’ve been hot if it wasn’t so cartoony in her head. Since it was related to a literal cartoon and all. “You would be like, the best fireman in the world,” she said. Now that she was thinking about it, it wouldn’t have surprised her if there already were witch-firemen out there. “MVF, most valuable firedude.” She tittered.
"Hottest too," Greg chimed in with a smirk. "Don't forget hottest." He had a vision in his mind of how it would all turn out and it probably wasn't realistic at all. These days Phee was a part of that vision and he wasn't sure if that was realistic either. High school sweethearts didn't always last and all. "I'm seriously so jealous of you and Bash," he admitted. "I wish you could share like ten percent of it or something."
“Hottest,” Phee agreed. “Like, literally hottest if you were a fire witch. But you’ll be the hottest anyway.” She snagged his fingers to bring them up to her lips for a kiss, then pressed the back of his hand to her cheek. “I get that, yeah,” she said. Phee couldn’t imagine growing up without magic now. Or even knowing about it. Nor could she try to downplay it and make it sound like not such a great thing, because that would be dishonest. “I would totally share it with you if I could. I’m just really glad dad’s letting us learn now so I’m not like, stabbing in the dark anymore.”
"Yeah, or accidentally growing vines all over the place," Greg teased her although her doing so at the Chapman party had been a good reason for him to sweep her away from the party and kiss her so it really hadn't been a bad thing. "But hey if you set accidental fires or something, I'll be here to help you put them out." He thought better of it and grinned. "Or make'em bigger. Depends on the fire." Some fires needed to be stoked, he knew he didn't want the fire between them to go out.
“That night was weird!” Phee insisted, but she giggled anyway at the tease. It had been magically weird for Bash too. She didn’t know what was up with that, but magic seemed to come in strong waves sometimes for no apparent reason. She was starting to think of it like puberty hormones -- magical growth spurts, kinda. She tittered some more at what Greg said and turned her head to look up at him. “Some fires are good, right?” Phee said suggestively, smirking a bit. After the evening she’d had, it was nice to feel flirty, warm and comfortable in a bath.
"Some fires are fucking awesome," Greg murmured, idly moving his hands over her stomach and then up to cup her breasts, just to feel the weight and softness of them in his hands. Boobs were awesome and they definitely stoked some of his fires. "Wish we could have another bonfire at the beach. I mean, technically we could we'd just have to be way overdressed."
Phee hadn’t really known just how much she would like how it felt when Greg held her breasts like that. ‘Groping’ had always seemed kind of gross and bad, but the way he did it made her feel warm and sparky inside, and like her boobs had never been so protected and appreciated. It was just one of those weird unexpected things she kept finding out about sex. Leaning her head back comfortably against his shoulder again, Phee chuckled faintly. “Just wait’ll it warms up again. Scantily-clad bonfires, here we come,” she murmured.
"Until then, lots of mistletoe kisses and hot chocolate," Greg said and yeah he wished it was spring again for a variety of reasons but at the same time he loved December, the whole Christmas craziness, snowboarding and a variety of other stuff he couldn't do in the summer. One might even go so far to say he was always happy for some reason or another. He grinned again and kissed the side of Phee's face a few times. "Don't have to wait for mistletoes though."
The way he said ‘mistletoes’ was adorable, and Phee grinned, her eyes closing briefly as Greg smooched on her. “I’ll be sure to grow some and carry it around with me, just in case,” she murmured. She thought she could have grown some right then and there if she’d had a plant to start from, but that was way more work than Phee wanted to put into it. Instead she turned her head to catch Greg’s lips with hers before he got too far away.
If anyone asked Greg what his happy place was he would have replied 'kissing Phee' and he didn't care if it wasn't a place, it was what made him happy. Her lips were so soft and they moved in the most awesome ways against his own, sending electric sparks right through his body and straight to his cock. Fuck everyone else, Phee was hot and she felt so good in his arms, her breasts so soft save for the hardening nipples pressing against his palms and it was better than winning a game, holding her.
Phee had often rolled her eyes at other girls who seemed to be completely obsessed with and dependent on their boyfriends, but she thought she was starting to really understand it. Or at least have more sympathy. She hadn’t even wanted to turn to Greg about the bullying, but he’d made her feel so much better about it all. Kissing him and feeling the tingly-warmth spreading through her lower belly made it all seem so unimportant. Whether anybody else agreed or not, he thought she was hot and sexy and good enough to be with, and that was enough for Phee. She shifted and twisted a little to kiss him better, one hand drifting over the back of his where he held her breast.
Greg was pretty low-key horny. He was pretty much always a little horny when he was with Phee but this was the lazy type of horny that he could ignore for a while, a pleasant warm buzz at his core that was more pleasant than agitating. He kissed her back languidly, the hand she was currently not covering trailing down to her stomach and under the water. There was nothing urgent about it but he wanted to touch her, maybe get her to where he was at if she wasn't already there.
Being a teenager meant Phee had plenty of horny going on herself under normal circumstances, and being around Greg always seemed to amplify those hormones. Her boyfriend was hot, it was only natural, right? Plus, she was just starting to explore what to do with those feelings, so they were always close to the surface these days. The kissing had already started to get her feeling warmer in her lower belly, and Greg’s wandering hand made all her insides tingle. She made a soft, tiny sound into the kiss, parting her thighs further to give him room.
Greg lived for that little sound and once she gave him more room, he slipped his hand between her thighs, lightly rubbing his fingers against the lips of her sex, gently coaxing them apart. He was in no rush to get his own, for now he was happy to play with her for a while, as long as she wanted it and maybe on some subconscious level it was because she'd had a really shitty night. He wasn't thinking about that right now, the events before far from his mind now that they were home and relaxed, warm and comfortable surrounded by fire and water. It was hella romantic if he said so himself, and he could easily tell how much better Phee was feeling now.
There couldn’t have been a more perfect antidote to how her night had gone after the game. Distantly, she thought of what Jen had said about how Greg didn’t seem to be her type. Seeing as how he was the first person Phee had ever dated, she didn’t think she had a ‘type’ yet, but she understood how it might look like that on the surface. This was the part that mattered though -- Greg wasn’t like those other shallow assholes, and he wanted to be sweet and make her feel better. He actually cared about her, and that was so novel to her. Also his fingers were divine. Phee kept kissing him while he toyed with her, her breathing getting heavier, the heat spreading as her body sank further into arousal. She reached up to brush her fingers through his hair, giving another soft hum. Greg’s erection against her lower back felt like a tease, but she was more than fine with being pampered for a bit.
She felt like silk underneath the water, that part of her was so soft and so pleasurable to touch, Greg had no qualms with doing that for a while. He did his best not to be distracted by the kissing no matter how good that was, moving his finger in slow rhythm against her clit. He really liked how her breathing changed ever so subtly the longer he stroked her and how hard her nipple was against his fingers. He wanted to give her multiple orgasms tonight before she had to go home and this was a good start.
A good start was an understatement, for sure. Over and over again, Greg disproved all of those ‘guys can’t find the clit’ and ‘guys are selfish and suck at giving pleasure’ stereotypes that Phee had seen referenced everywhere. She didn’t know if it was just because he had a lot of experience or he was just a prodigy or he just cared enough to try to please her, but she liked to think it was the last one. He was doing a damn good job at the moment, and it wasn’t too long before Phee was reacting even more, her back arching a bit and her lips getting more distracted. She was breathing heavier, little mews of pleasure escaping her, and there was a lovely tension in her hips and thighs.
Greg definitely cared and he would have snickered at the notion he was some kind of a prodigy. Care and experience went a long way and enthusiasm alone could carry a man far. He loved how hard her breathing had gotten, even if that meant less kissing, it was enjoyable to feel her breath, hot and rapid against his own lips so he lingered where he was, brushing his lips against her every now and then.
Phee was so in love with Greg’s lips, she loved that he didn’t pull back far at all. Even if she could only press their mouths together every few breaths, it felt good to do so, and Phee moaned into the kisses with growing frequency. Her legs were pressing against the sides of the tub now, knees drawn up as everything got more and more deliciously tense. It crossed her mind to warn him when she got really close, but everything felt too good, and Phee’s hand gripped Greg’s hair tighter as she started to peak. Her thighs snapped closed around his hand and her body rolled and shivered, a louder cry escaping her.
Every orgasm Greg gave Phee made him want to run victory laps and he grinned to himself when she started to relax in his arms again. "You are so hot when you come," he murmured and pressed a little kiss on her parted lips as he let his hand trail back up to her stomach and relax there. He didn't need a warning, unlike him she could come again if she wanted to and he wasn't in the least bit worried about not getting his tonight.
Dazedly, and not for the first time, Phee wondered why she did anything else in her life but come over and over again. In those hazy moments right after an orgasm, it seemed like a perfectly sensible life choice. She hummed and smiled lazily and kissed Greg back, her body feeling nicely boneless as she relaxed her legs back down. It felt wickedly indulgent to not even think about reciprocating yet. They still had some hours, and Phee wanted to thoroughly enjoy them. “You are too,” she murmured, slow-wiggling her hips back against his cock a little. Phee opened her eyes to actually look at him. “Really quiet though. Is that a guy thing? Or just a you thing?”
"I don't know, I haven't been with enough guys to know," Greg said cheekily. "It's definitely a me thing at least." He'd never thought about it so he'd never thought about why he was quiet, it just was what it was. "You make nice sounds," he said instead of analysing it. "Make me so hard, damn." He kissed her again, this time lingering for a moment before pulling back and giving her a lazy smile.
It wasn’t that funny, but Phee tittered anyway, and dismissed the automatic ‘oooh hot’ thought that she had. Phee kissed him back, brushing her fingers through his hair again before he pulled back. He’d been hard before she came, as far as Phee knew, but she wasn’t going to second-guess the compliment. “I like making you hard,” she murmured, a blush coming into her cheeks. She smirked a little. “And we can get out anytime you want.”
"Probably should before we get all pruny," Greg agreed though his motivation was anything but that. He moved his hand to pat her butt underwater as he kissed her again. He got up after she did and bent down to drain the tub before starting up the water again so they could rinse up before getting out. His dick definitely missed being pressed against Phee's wiggling butt but it stayed hard, as if anticipating that it'd get where it wanted to be pretty soon.
The water was still warm, so Phee could’ve lounged longer, but the feel of Greg’s bare cock against her was pretty tantalizing. Her arousal was still lingering, but in a more diffused way, making her body feel warm and thrumming. But she rinsed, got out, and grabbed a towel to dry off with, sneaking glances at her naked boyfriend all the way. She didn’t have to sneak them of course, but she was so unused to seeing a fully nude boy just doing things, it was hard to tear her gaze from. His muscles looked so pretty when he moved around. Once they were mostly dry, Phee moved in close to Greg again, smiling as she slid her arms around him. “It’s been almost a month since I started the pills,” she murmured.
"Ooh," Greg murmured slowly and he could only guess that meant they could skip the condom since he didn't really know a damn thing about how those pills worked. All he knew was that Phee was not looking to get pregnant this young; his girl had goals and a good head on her shoulders so he trusted her with that stuff. "Does that mean what I think it means?" he asked, stroking her back and hips in slow, firm movements. Going in bare was so much better than using a condom, plus it was really hot.
“Well not yet,” Phee answered with a little eyeroll. It wasn’t at him, but more at the situation of non-instant birth control and how annoying biology was. “I’m supposed to wait a whole month cycle, but ... soon. Maybe a week.” Her period was supposed to be happening soon, and she thought after that was done she would be covered. Which kind of sucked, because tonight felt like the perfect night to do that for the first time. But there would be another perfect night, Phee felt sure. She slipped a hand between them to wrap it around Greg’s cock and give it a few slow strokes.
Greg let out a little whine because he'd gotten his hopes up and he wouldn't have if she hadn't brought it up. "Tease," he drawled but it was good natured and his pout was gone in a second when she started stroking his cock. He leaned in to kiss her then, pretty sure he'd be thinking about this all week and waiting for the chance to actually fuck her without protection. It'd be amazing. He could wait.
She probably should’ve led with the caveat that it had to be ‘soon’ and not ‘now,’ but she was counting down the days herself, so it was only fair that Greg get to counting too, right? Phee didn’t mind being called a tease, and smiled before their lips connected again. She returned the kiss, humming softly as her fingers gently drifted over that smooth, hot skin. “Bed?” she murmured after a moment, ready to get horizontal and more comfortable with him before they went any further.
"Bed," Greg confirmed and let her go, moving around quickly to blow out the candles and turn off the speaker. He'd turn on the one in his bedroom instead when they got there. "Lead the way," he told her with a smile, hanging up his towel and grabbing his phone off the counter before following Phee out of there. Ladies first was clearly a ploy from ages ago from guys who liked to watch girls walk away, he was pretty sure about that and it still rocked.
Phee hung her towel up while Greg turned everything off, then flashed a little grin at him as she started for the bathroom door. She’d spent a lot of time fretting about what people thought of her body when they saw her, and while she had every reason to keep doing that tonight, that worry felt far away at the moment. Phee put a little extra swish in her hips as she walked into Greg’s room, very aware that his boner was leading his way like a dowsing rod behind her. Maybe it was a stupid thing -- guys supposedly got hard at the slightest breeze up their shorts -- but it felt like an accomplishment to her. She crawled onto his bed when she reached it, pushing the covers out of the way so they had room to play.
Greg crawled up after her and moved over her in a near tackle, pressing little kisses on her breasts. "I want to make you come again," he murmured, glancing up at her with a mischievous grin. God he wished he didn't need a condom, it'd be so easy to just slide on in and enjoy her body the way it was meant to be enjoyed, without latex between them. He could be patient though. Soon.
Phee giggled as she was gentle-tackled, laying back against Greg’s pillows and running her hands over his back. She never got tired of touching him. She grinned back, sliding one leg up to hook around his hip. Phee wished a condom wasn’t necessary either, hence her counting the days now. But better safe than sorry; she couldn’t imagine the trouble she would be in if she ended up pregnant. “Make me come again, then,” she murmured back with some happy-sass. Phee reached down to run her fingers over his cock.
"Do you mind if I do it... with my penis?" Greg said in a cartoonishly joking voice, wiggling his hips pointedly but without really pulling away from her much. If she could sass him, he could tease her, those were the rules - probably. Not that he'd do much of it, her fingers on his cock were too damn distracting to play games and he was too horny to keep it going for long.
It was just so dumb it was hilarious, and Phee laughed heartily, turning her head a bit so it wasn’t right in his face. “Well I mean, I thought that was a given?” she said once she’d recovered a bit, grinning at him. “But yes, please.” She gave said penis a squeeze or two, always enjoying how it felt in her hand, hot and hard but soft at the same time. It made her clit tingle to think about having it inside her skin-to-skin, but that would have to wait.
Oh he liked that little squeeze and it showed in his expression, his eyes getting a little more hooded and dark. "Since you ask so politely," he teased, moving in to kiss her again, nice and long and slow. The condoms were within reach but he was in no real hurry to get them just yet, slipping his hand between her legs again to play with her a little and make sure she was wet.
Phee melted happily into that kiss, her eyes slipping shut and her breathing deepening as Greg’s fingers started sending those pleasure-ripples through her again. Her body was quick to get sensitive again, and wetness was definitely not an issue. Phee let her hand glide softly over Greg’s cock to repay the favor, her thumb taking some precum from the tip to rub against that sensitive spot at the bottom of his cockhead. He felt more than ready to go, but Phee still liked playing with him.
He wondered if he could make her come again before they even had sex but despite his patience, his body wasn't as willing to wait. Ideally she'd just have loads of orgasms while they fucked but that was probably unrealistic or something. He focused on kissing her instead, her hand on his cock definitely sweeping some of that patience away as he started feeling more amped up because of it. Finally he broke the kiss so he could reach for the nightstand, pulling out the box of condoms and hurriedly getting one free. "You want to put this on me?" he murmured even if it'd be faster to do it himself. It was just hot when she did it.
Phee happened to like doing it -- or pretty much anything that involved handling the intimate bits of Greg’s body -- so she grinned and nodded, plucking the condom out of his fingers. She nudged him onto his side, then shifted around and scooted downward, her free hand on his hip to keep him where he was for a moment. Phee placed a few soft kisses against the head of his cock, swirled her tongue around it, then sucked lightly while her fingers got the condom wrapper open, just to tease him a bit. She pulled back to roll the rubber on, and he was right about it being slower, but it was definitely more enjoyable. Phee made her way back up to Greg’s face, kissed him, then pushed gently on his chest again. “Can I try on top?” she murmured.
"Fuck yeah," Greg murmured, a little surprised she wanted to do that. It wasn't something she'd done before and she might not even like it but the fact she wanted to try was awesome. He tended to have way better orgasms with the girl on top, maybe because it was all in all less work to get there but it sure as hell wasn't a deal breaker not to do it like that. "Get on up there," he said cheekily, stroking her side and hip slowly in encouragement.
If there was ever a night she felt empowered to do it for the first time, it was tonight. Those assholes had gotten her down for a bit, but now she wanted to send them a big mental Fuck You and ride her boyfriend like she stole him. Or at least take a stab at it and hopefully not be too clumsy and hurt herself. Or him. But still, the Fuck You was there in the back of her mind! “You’re not allowed to laugh though,” she warned him, grinning as she got up onto her knees. Phee was pretty sure there would be no laughing, but her teenage brain still worried about looking stupid up there. She bit lightly into her bottom lip as she swung her leg over Greg’s hips, trying to focus more on how good he looked than herself. It took a few adjustments with her hand between her legs, wrapped around him, until she found the right spot, but soon enough Phee was sinking down onto Greg’s cock.
"This is no laughing matter," Greg managed to blurt out before he was thoroughly distracted again by the feel of her pussy tight around him. It was definitely the best feeling, though he had a sneaking suspicion it'd be even better without the latex in the way. He thought she looked beautiful up there too, it made for an awesome view of her breasts and he let his hands roam over her body slowly as she satisfied that first urge to feel her and get that sweet pressure around his cock.
Phee wasn’t quite confident enough yet to just begin bouncing away, so she started out slow, settling her weight to get him fully inside her before she rotated her hips in a tight circle. So far in their sexual exploration Greg had felt good from any angle, and this was no exception. Phee gazed down at him with her eyes half-lidded and her back straight while she tried out different ways of rocking her hips, her fingers braced against his abs for balance. She liked how his hands felt on her, and that sex-drunk look on his face.
Greg was more than happy with it. Pleasure wasn't always confined to thrusting, grinding could be just as good and at times even better and tonight it was a treat watching Phee and feeling her move against him. "Do whatever feels good," he murmured. "For you, I mean. Just do whatever you want for now." That was usually way hotter than anything she'd try to do for him, female pleasure was the hottest thing ever when it wasn't porny and fake.
She smiled reflexively -- caught between appreciating the input and bashfully wanting him to shut up. Phee’s cheeks and chest flushed a light pink and she closed her eyes for a moment and tilted her head back a bit. She was taking his advice and finding the angles and motions that felt the best ... if she tilted her hips just right, her clit rubbed against Greg’s body and that sent electricity down her spine. Phee lingered there for a while, her breaths coming heavier though she was still moving slow. The pleasure was starting to detract from the self consciousness, and it was a nice feeling to sink into.
All Greg knew about female orgasms was that they seemed to be harder to come by than male ones but Phee didn't really seem to struggle with it. His came easier though so he was more than happy to let her move however the hell she wanted, the way her breasts bounced just a little when she moved enough to keep his cock happy and throbbing inside her. Yeah, he was easy, but being difficult would be such a drag anyway. He was tempted to slip his fingers between them and rub her again but he wanted her to have complete control right now while he just watched and touched her with rapt attention.
Phee didn’t quite forget about him, she was still aware of his eyes on her, but it felt so much sexier now than it had when she started. As her hips started to move a bit faster, Phee stroked her fingers up Greg’s arms, covering his hands with hers, first just to feel them and then to guide them up to cup both of her breasts. She loved how his big warm palms felt, but after another moment or two the desire to kiss him won out. Phee leaned down over Greg, her body pressing against his as their mouths did the same. The change put even more pressure against her clit, and Phee groaned into the kiss, sweet tension building in her core.
Greg couldn't help but move a little, slowly rocking his hips to get that delicious sliding in and out feeling going now that she was a in a position that allowed for it. He didn't pull out very far but it was still enough to get a good friction and there was all in all a lot of sensation and feelings going on as he kissed her deeply. Yeah he definitely liked her on top and so far she seemed to like it too.
It was easier to have the control, to go at whatever pace she wanted and to tease herself, her hips moving faster and then slower again. The way Greg moved with her was perfect, the small thrusts rubbing right where she needed it, amping up the pleasure. God, it was like his body was built just for her, now that she’d gotten used to how he felt inside of her. Phee did her best to take her time, but eventually her body got too hungry for release, and her movements got quicker and more purposeful. Phee couldn’t keep up the kiss and breathe as much as she needed to, but she kept her face close to Greg’s as she rocked over him, soft sounds escaping her. “You feel so good,” she breathed. “I’m gonna--” Phee interrupted herself with a little cry as she started to come again.
Greg had found out that telling a girl she was not like other girls was apparently not a compliment but he couldn't help but think it now. Fucking Phee didn't feel like fucking his older girlfriends in ways he could never quite articulate, it was just different - better. He rode her through her climax, watching her with hungry eyes, at the way her brows drew together and her shapely lips made a little O shape, all pretty and kissable. Fuck he loved this and it made him want to make her come again.
The pleasure was so overwhelming, making her tremble and twitch over him, Phee would have laughed at the idea that she could stand going through it again. Especially when everything loosened up again and she was just still and trying to get her breath back. Her whole body felt sweetly weak, and she had a dazed smile as she cracked her eyes open again to look down at Greg, her pussy still pulsing around him every few seconds. Phee bent down to kiss him and murmured a soft, “thanks.”
"You're welcome," Greg chuckled, amused by her thanking him, like he was doing her a favor. It was pretty damn selfish on his part, that was for sure but he liked that she liked it. "I'm not done," he added cheekily. "You okay for a little more rocking or should I finish off manually?" He rocked his hips slightly as if putting emphasis on his words, her pussy tight around him reminding him how close he was.
After an orgasm like that, it sure felt like a favor, even if Phee knew better in her head. Her body was grateful. “Finish off manually? So hot. You dork,” she teased, amused at his technical choice of words. It was still a sweet offer, but there was no way she was going to make him do it himself. Phee kissed him and started her hips moving again, giving a little hum against Greg’s lips at the pleasure that licked through her again. Now that she’d come, it was easier to focus less on her clit and more on longer strokes, wanting Greg’s climax to feel as good as hers had.
Greg slipped back into the pleasure haze pretty easily, clutching her thighs as he rocked up into her body with a dopey little smile. The closer he got the more he wanted to close his eyes but at the same time he just wanted to keep looking at her, the sight of her driving him to orgasm as much as that steady pressure on his cock. He sped up bit by bit, his breathing getting heavier and then kept that image of her in his head when his eyes finally squeezed shut of their own accord and his body shuddered in pleasure. There was that tightness getting more and more intense and then the release, letting him relax again and all but sink down into the mattress. "Fuck," he whispered happily. "Fuck, baby... You feel so good."