Ophelia McCarthy (breatheoutside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-06-26 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg and Phee
When: late afternoon, Monday, Dec 25th
Where: Greg’s place
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
It was funny how things changed as you grew up. Even though their family wasn’t exactly Christian, Phee had loved Christmas like any kid. Getting up early to run downstairs to the tree and excitedly wait for everybody to gather. Mom and Dad looking sleepy and resigned with their cups of coffee while she and her brothers tore into their many gifts. Then pancakes and playing with new toys and fun Christmas movies on TV and staying in pjs all day long. It had been heavenly.
It was still nice, there were still gifts to open and pancakes afterward, but something had shifted about it all. Phee had enjoyed watching her family open up the gifts she’d gotten for them, but there was still one in her room she was more excited about. She spent most of the day hanging around the house -- still in pjs -- playing with the new iPad James had given her and reading one of the books her mom had thrown on top of it all. She tried not to wish she was already at Greg’s house, but she did anyway.
After the early-dinner meal that Brianna made, once everyone had kind of scattered, Phee took a shower and got dressed for real, then cleared her departure with her parents. She got the impression that her mom wasn’t super happy that she was leaving, but she didn’t try to stop her. Phee bundled up and tucked the big brightly-colored package under her arm to make the snowy walk over to Greg’s. It was actually beautiful and peaceful out, and she enjoyed it even if her nose felt frozen by the time she knocked on Greg’s door.
Greg was eagerly waiting for her to come over and he very nearly walked out to meet her half way but time slipped away from him in a family chaos. He was just lucky he was already downstairs when she arrived. He'd spent the day with the family of course. Aunt Holly was staying with them and everything was super festive. He'd gotten way too many presents but he'd already dished out plenty and the only person who seemed displeased with him ditching out was his dad. Go figure. Still, Greg didn't really care and he hugged and kissed the ladies of the family before abandoning them to their post-dinner schnapps.
"Hey!" he exclaimed cheerfully when he opened the door, a little out of breath from running downstairs. "Merry Christmas! Come on in!" Greg was loud on a good day but he was a little more hyper now than usual, from all the sugar, the lights and the running.
He looked excited when he opened the door and Phee couldn’t help but grin. It was like having a puppy who was always hyped to greet you -- Phee imagined, anyway. She’d never had a puppy. And Greg was way sexier than a puppy ... but the energy was the same. “Hi, Merry Christmas!” she replied cheerily. Phee stomped her feet a little to get some of the snow off before she stepped inside, feeling more excited than she had all day. She pushed the hood of her coat back and leaned in to kiss Greg hello. “I’m not here too early, am I?”
"Nope! Perfect timing," Greg murmured and nudged the door closed behind her before winding his arms around her. She was wearing way too much because of the cold and he couldn't wait to get her inside and see what pretty thing she was wearing underneath it. "Dad was just starting to get political so it was definitely time to vamoose." He kissed her again, liking the feel of her cold cheeks. It was refreshing and she smelled like the outside which was a nice touch to the festive smell inside the house. Even Greg's part of the house had been decorated with fir branches and he had cookie scented candles out as well as actual cookies. God he loved the holidays. "Come on in, cool cat," he said with a grin, letting go of her and sneaking a hand between them to undo the zipper on her coat.
Phee hugged him back with one arm, still holding his present with the other. He didn’t seem to mind that she was freezing, and the kisses were really nice. “Vamoose,” she echoed with a giggle. It smelled great in there and it was warm and goddess, her heart was just aflutter. She reached up to unwind her scarf and pull her knit hat off while Greg undid her coat. “I feel more like a frozen Phee,” she said, grinning. “Pheesicle.” She got out of her coat as soon as she could and hung it up, then pushed the gift box into Greg’s hands so she could bend down to undo her boots. “So did you get a good haul? Last Christmas as their little boy?” Her tone was teasing, and she was a bit more flushed as she straightened up to toe her boots off. Phee was eager to get more comfortable too.
"Pheesicle," Greg repeated with a grin. It was cute. "Oh yeah, so much stuff! And now more stuff? This mine? Yes! Let me show you everything I got and get you your present. I think you'll like it! I mean I hope you'll like it, shiiit." Too many things at once, even he realized he was rambling a little too much too fast but that was okay, she seemed excited too so he didn't think he was tiring her. He thought his present for her was a pretty good one. He'd gotten her that really nice flute case to replace the one she'd lost and now he just had to make sure she opened it to see the necklace he had hidden inside.
Phee laughed and decided that yes, he was definitely a puppy. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him this excited, at least not while they’d been dating. “Yes that’s yours, and I’m sure I’ll like it,” she said, grinning back at him. Finally free of her warm gear, Phee wrapped her arms around Greg’s waist to give him a quick snug and another kiss before she pulled back. “C’mon, let’s go to the couch. I see cookies and I want one.” Even more than that, she wanted to get all snuggled up with him and watch him open his present. Phee thought she’d done pretty good, and she was dying to see his reaction.
"You need a cookie and to get warmed up and I can help with both," Greg said happily, resting his hand on her back as they headed to the couch. He'd piled his presents on the armchair and presented it to her with a grin as they sat down. Anyone who thought Greg Wheeler was a spoiled Overlook kid was absolutely right. There were computer games, clothes and cool gadgets and that was just from the parents. Holly's gift wasn't quite as elaborate but he liked it anyway, a nice, thick sweater for the winter. It looked good on him too, which was why he was wearing it already over his shirt. He was most looking forward to Phee's gift though, not necessarily for whatever was inside it, just knowing it was from her was really sweet. "You wanna arm wrestle for who opens their gift first or should we do it together?"
She took a spot on the couch and ooh’d at the pile on the chair as she pulled her feet up to her side and leaned in against Greg. It looked like a nice stack of gifts, and none of it was exactly what she’d gotten him, so that was a bit of a relief. She’d been kind of lost at the game store, but a guy had helped her pick a Warhammer set that was pretty current and she didn’t think he had. Then she’d added her own little extra inside the box. She laughed at his suggestion and squinted one eye. “In the name of like, peace on earth, you can go first,” she said, grinning at him. One at a time was more fun than together, she’d always thought. She wanted to see his face.
"For peace on earth," Greg murmured and while he was honestly more excited about seeing Phee's reaction to his gift he also couldn't wait to see what she'd gotten him. He pulled the gift back onto his lap from where he'd set it down when they curled up, giving Phee a look of excitement before he started on the wrapping paper. Normally he didn't care about tearing it all up but he wanted to treat her gift with more respect than that so he went slowly and carefully peeled the tape off as if he meant to keep the damn paper too. His mom liked doing that to use the scraps for projects or later gifts but when it was cheap paper he didn't really see the point. Now he kind of did. "This is a big box," he mused, giving Phee another sidelong glance as he turned his gift around to get more tape off. "Very nicely packed too."
Phee grinned brighter and shifted around so she was facing him more, her legs crossed in front of her. She watched him start to undo the wrapping paper, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, feeling more and more squirmy the longer he took. She hadn’t gone overly romantic, not wanting to be Too Much on their first Christmas, but she’d wanted to get him something she knew he was interested in. Phee laughed and pushed at his thigh a little bit. “Ohmygod you’re killing me,” she said. “Just tear it, it’s not real gold.”
Just for the hell of it her urging just made Greg slow down, an impish grin curling his lips as he taunted her. Then he laughed and sped up again, sliding the box out of the paper. "Ooh!" he cooed because it was a set of Warhammer he didn't have and it was pretty awesome. Warhammer was not a hobby anyone else really encouraged so he always had to buy it for himself. She'd clearly listened to him too because it was definitely a part of one of his armies and fit right in. "You're such a good girlfriend," he sighed happily and was about to lean over when something clicked in place. "Wait. This is not wrapped in plastic. Are you teasing me? Is this something else?" He opened his mouth in a shock like manner and lightly tugged on the box to open it.
Phee felt a mix of relief and glee as Greg looked over the box. It was such a dorky hobby, but that just made it better in her eyes. Greg wasn’t denying himself something he enjoyed just to be cool or whatever. She hadn’t remembered the names of all the things when she was looking for his gift, but she knew what a lot of it looked like from his room, so she’d been able to point things out and work with the store clerk to find something good. Phee waggled her eyebrows at him when Greg realized the package was already open, grinning brightly. “Oh I dunno, maybe you should check and see,” she said. The majority of the box was definitely Warhammer stuff, but she’d tucked an extra something into it -- they were nice soft boxer briefs, folded neatly and resting on top of everything inside, bright red with cartoon reindeer all over them. Phee leaned back and pushed the front of her leggings down to show him that she was wearing the same print.
Greg made a delighted sound in the back of his throat when he saw the matching underwear and now he wished he'd made her open her gift first because this meant he wanted them to wear nothing but matching underwear and then not even for long. He leaned over and pulled her in close, kissing her firm and lingering on the lips. "Thank you," he murmured. "I want a better look at those soon, okay? You want to wait with your gift?" He grinned, knowing she wouldn't want to wait but it was fun to tease and hell, if she said yes then he wouldn't be offended.
Greg obviously liked them and that they matched, and that just thrilled Phee to bits. It was hard to rein in her smile for the first second or two of the kiss, but she melted into it easily after that, her stomach all fluttery from the way he pulled her in. Phee tittered and pushed lightly at his chest, though she didn’t really want him any further away. It would just be hard to open anything if they were making out. “No I don’t wanna wait,” she declared, like that should be obvious. “You got yours, so gimme gimme. And you only get to see mine if you model yours, so.” She didn’t think he would be opposed to that.
"Then you gotta model yours too, fair is fair!" Greg told her as he got up to fetch her gift from where he'd kept it by the TV. The shape of it kind of gave it away but there was that little rattling of a box inside a box so there was still some surprise left. "Open open!" he said, mirroring her enthusiasm and words. "I hope you like it." He'd gotten her an expensive one, because of course he had, his girl deserved only the best and she couldn't be carrying her flute around in some cheap box. He was vaguely aware that this was probably a mindset he'd need to get rid of as he got older because he hadn't exactly picked a lucrative career path but for now he was a spoiled Overlook kid who could afford to spoil his girlfriend.
As soon as he put it into her hands, Phee knew what it was. The main part of it, at least. She gave a delighted laugh as she started to tear the paper off of it. She’d been carrying her flute in a borrowed case from the school and it was good enough, but having her own again to decorate with stickers would be ideal. And it was so thoughtful. “Aw, this is so sweet,” she said as she let the wrapping paper drop to the floor. “And really nice, ohmygod.” Phee turned it over and heard something move inside, and she gave Greg a look that was a lot like the one he’d given her. “You sly dog, you stole my idea.” Grinning, Phee set the case in her lap to flip the latches and open it up.
"Well if I'd known it was your idea, I totally wouldn't have," Greg teased her. "I'd have just gotten you a flute case and nothing else, super boring." He sidled closer to her but not so close that he couldn't watch her face. "It made me think of you," he explained before she'd even gotten to the second box. "Like it's totally you. I hope you like it." Now he just wished he'd bought more presents. It didn't feel like they were done. Maybe he'd given her seventeen presents for her birthday, that would be fun.
There was a box inside the flute case, a nice dark red against the plush blue fabric of the case. It was obviously a jewelry box, and Phee’s heart squeezed a little. The only person who had ever given her jewelry was her mother. Phee picked it up and opened it, and her breath caught in her throat. There was a beautiful necklace inside, delicate metal tree branches spanning outward from a central stone that was a lovely blue teardrop. The branches had a few shimmery beads dotted on them, and looked like they would rest most of the way across both collar bones. It looked like something a fairy queen might wear. And it had reminded him of her? “Oh wow,” she whispered, genuinely awed as she lifted it out of the box. “Holy shit Greg, that’s gorgeous.”
Greg looked pleased as punch, grinning at her reaction. She looked happy and that had been the goal. "It's all earth-witchy," he said. "You should try it on." It would look so beautiful against her pale skin, especially if she was wearing a low-cut dress. She wasn't today but that was okay, they were about to get pretty naked though he didn't know if she wanted to keep wearing it then.
Phee was flushed with happiness now, but she still made a face when she looked down at herself, just in leggings and a long sleeved thermal. They were almost pajamas. It made her wish that she’d worn something much nicer, but she’d just been expecting a comfy evening with her boyfriend. “Maybe ... after this comes off?” she suggested, smirking and tugging a tiny bit on her shirt. Phee didn’t expect it would be long now, and she kind of wanted to see it for the first time against her bare skin. Sure, it would clash with the reindeer panties, but those could come off too. “Thank you though, it’s so beautiful,” she hurried to add.
"Yeah you need a dress to go with that," Greg said and maybe that was a problem since he hadn't seen her wear dresses very often. If she didn't have on, he decided he'd buy her one, something pretty that fit with the theme. "Glad you like it, I don't expect you to wear it all the time or anything, it's pretty elaborate." He pulled a face, then grinned again, well aware that this wasn't really the sort of jewelry she could just throw on day after day. "Special occasions. Maybe New Years!"
“Definitely New Years,” Phee agreed, flashing him a bright smile. She had tons of dresses, just not a lot of occasions to wear them. Especially fun occasions where her mom wouldn’t scoff at her wearing jewelry like this. Phee carefully put the necklace back in the box and set it on the coffee table, grabbed for a cookie while she was close, then closed the flute case and let it rest on the floor. She got up onto her knees and moved in closer, swinging one leg over Greg to settle on his lap. She broke off a piece of cookie and held it close to his lips. “Is there a party or anything that you know about yet?” she asked casually.
"Not that I know of yet, no," Greg said and took the cookie between his teeth, grinning around it before sucking it into his mouth. "There's always a party and if not, I'll throw one." Not a big one, nothing like Cooper or Chapman would, but a nice one for select people. He kind of hoped there'd be a big one somewhere, New Years was definitely the time to go a little nuts. He settled his hands on her ass, watching her with a lazy smile as he chewed his piece of cookie. "You wanna go to a party?"
The next cookie piece was for Phee, her gaze lingering a bit on Greg’s mouth as she chewed. “It’s the first New Years I have a boyfriend to kiss at midnight, of course I want to go to a party,” she told him matter-of-factly, then grinned a bit. “Especially now that I’ve got something to wear.” Phee broke another small chunk off to feed to him, brushing her thumb against his bottom lip as she did so. It was such a strange feeling thing to want, but she did feel the tug to get dressed up and put on makeup and a pretty dress and just be somewhere fun. “You wanna take me to a party, Wheeler?” Phee wiggled her ass a bit against his hands.
"I really do," Greg replied and he liked it when she wiggled, the feel of her ass against his hands bringing all sorts of ideas to his head. Granted, those ideas were already there but the wiggling definitely made them louder. "Drunken idiots make for a great background noise when you got a gorgeous girl to kiss at midnight." That was another thing he liked, New Years with its noise makers, confetti and fireworks. People yelling and cheering at the count down, all the silly cocktails and dorky hats. Now he couldn't wait to spend it with Phee.
New Years was usually boring for Phee, but she’d spent pretty much all of them at home, save for one or two sleepovers in grade school. She generally spent them reading on the couch while her mom let the countdown in Times Square play on the TV. She got some kisses on the cheek at midnight, and then she went to bed. Phee suspected it would be a whole new world at a party with Greg. “I’ll try not to be one of those drunken idiots,” she said with a little grin. Phee fed herself another bit of cookie, then split the last part between them and draped her arms around his shoulders to give him a sugary little kiss. “Merry Christmas, babe,” she murmured.
If you couldn't be a drunken idiot on New Years, then when? Greg almost made that point too but she was being very distracting and suddenly the hypothetical party and drinking just seemed so far away. "Merry Christmas," he all but purred back at her before kissing her again, deepening the kiss to lazily roll his tongue against hers. It was all sugar sweet and perfect and he was so glad they were finally alone together. He wanted to 'model' the underwear together too but it could wait for a beat while they kissed, it was too nice to have her on his lap, rubbing her body through her sweater and kissing her soft and deep.
Phee wanted their first (and maybe only) New Years together to be perfect and romantic, instead of sloppy and annoying if he had to take care of her drunk ass. So she would pace herself when the time came. So far Christmas was turning out perfect and romantic too, and Phee felt like she was floating as she sank further into the kiss. Greg’s hands felt good and his body felt even better against hers. She’d been looking forward to this all damn day, and she felt like even if he hadn’t done such a great job with her gifts, this would’ve been satisfying. Phee stroked their tongues together and gave his bottom lip a few soft suck-nibbles, her body gradually getting more heated up. She pulled back after a few long moments and smiled at him. “I wanna see you in your present,” she murmured.
"I bet you do," Greg replied cheekily. "I want to see you in the matching stuff too." He lightly swatted Phee's ass for emphasis, even if she knew what he meant. "Want to wait here and be all ta-daaa or should we just go to my room?" It would make more sense for her to wait in his room when he thought about it. It was very unlikely that anyone from his family would come downstairs now but just in case it was probably better if he was the half-naked one in the living room instead of Phee.
She was also aware of the exposure in the living room, and always preferred to be in Greg’s bedroom with the door closed before things really started to happen. Phee saw the better option on her own and grinned at him a bit. “I’ll go first and then you can change and ta-daa into the room,” she suggested. After pressing another kiss against his lips, Phee climbed off of him and picked up her necklace box to take with her. It would look ridiculous with the panties she had on, but that was probably okay. Greg didn’t seem to find ridiculousness a turn off, so she didn’t think he’d mind. “Give me like, two minutes!” she said as she headed toward his door.
"Two minutes! Starting now!" Greg called after her and waited for the door to close before he stripped out of his clothes to put on the reindeer goodness Phee had given him. There were so many tacky jokes just waiting to happen with their matching underwear but he really didn't expect it to stay on for long. It didn't take long to change and he sauntered to his bedroom once he was ready and wondered just how long he should wait. He'd obviously not been timing it and he doubted she needed some set amount of minutes anyway so he did the smart thing and knocked lightly, ready to pose when she opened the door.
It didn’t take Phee a full two minutes to strip her clothes off, but she did linger for an extra thirty seconds or so to look at herself in Greg’s mirror. She put the necklace on, and it looked pretty goddamn fantastic on her naked chest. She fluffed her hair around the tops of her shoulders and gave herself a chin-lifted queenly look before she crawled into Greg’s bed. Phee arranged some pillows behind herself to lean against, then pulled the covers over her legs and silly Christmas panties. She giggled a tiny bit when Greg knocked on his own door and called “Come in!” as she tried to drape her arms in a dramatic pose over the tops of the pillows.
"No!" Greg exclaimed when he opened the door. "You're hiding it!" She wasn't hiding her breasts and that made it okay that he couldn't see her panties but he still needed to be at least a little dramatic about the lack of underwear-showing since that had been the point of all of this. He scooted back so he was half hiding behind the door frame, giving her a playful pout. "You don't get to see unless I get to see," he teased. "Fair is fair!" It took a lot of willpower, he wanted to pounce on the bed already and play with her breasts, they looked amazing all the time but something about that necklace brace above them just drew more attention to the lovely curves of them and he was transfixed on them, even as he joked around.
Well so much for looking sultry. Phee belly-laughed at his reaction, hands briefly covering her face. He just sounded so put out about it, like little kids did when you didn’t ‘play right.’ “I wanted to let you see your present first!” she insisted in between giggles. “But okay, okay.” Giving Greg a teasingly sexy purse-lipped face, Phee started to slowly inch the blanket to the side ... then flung it off with a flourish. She pulled one knee up a bit and put a hand on her hip. “Come on then, let’s see ‘em!”
Greg hesitated for a moment just to take in the way she looked. She was like one of those girls in old paintings, like she needed to be painted and he was totally failing her by not being an artist. He had a phone of course but he'd left it in the living room and they'd never really talked about taking pictures of each other naked. It was risky and it took a lot of trust and so on so on... He snapped out of his thoughts after staring openly for quite a few seconds, grinning at his own dorkiness. "Okay! Let's get matchy," he said, stepping into the room fully and striking a Superman pose; legs apart, his hands on his hips, his head turned sharply to the side.
She liked it when he just looked at her, and Phee felt her cheeks get pleasantly warmer. The more often she was just naked around him, the better she felt about it, the less self conscious. She grinned when he came in and posed, and Phee bit into her bottom lip as she looked him over. Ridiculous and sexy, in that way Greg was really good at pulling off. “I think you wear it better,” she said. Phee rocked up onto her hands and knees and crawled close enough to reach for him. She snagged a couple of fingers into the front of the waistband to drag him in.
It was sexy as hell and Greg grinned happily as he stepped closer. He ran his fingers through her hair as he looked her over, appreciation obvious in his expression. "Yeah, that necklace looks really good on you," he murmured, pleased with his choices. It had been partially inspired by her Halloween costume as well as the fact she was an earth witch so it was good to know it also suited her visually. Greg didn't really think he knew much about color-combinations and such but he was doing an okay job with himself. It was just harder to predict things with others.
“I love it,” she told him as she pressed a few slow kisses against his bare chest. She probably wouldn’t have a lot of opportunities to wear it out, but Phee thought maybe she would wear it sometimes when she did magic. Naked magic, around a bonfire. That was the dreamy picture in her head, anyway. It was earthy and delicate and beautiful. Phee ran her hands over Greg’s hips and upper thighs, enjoying the soft material of the boxers. “These look good on you, too,” he added, looking up with a little smile. “But even better on the floor? Is that how that line goes?”
"Sure, and then I say 'but floors don't wear boxers'," Greg murmured, his skin tingling where her lips touched it so lightly. "I think my reindeer want to give your reindeer some kisses before we take them off. They're all lonely and shit." He ran his fingers down to her chin, tilting it up so he could lean down and kiss her. To say he was addicted to her lips was no understatement, he loved the way they felt against his own, so soft and supple. Sometimes they even tasted of cherries or something when she had something on them. Girls were just so nice, especially Phee.
Phee snickered a bit against Greg’s chest and rolled her eyes theatrically even though she was thoroughly amused. Which melted very nicely into a warmer sort of feeling as they started kissing. It was true that Phee hadn’t kissed anybody else, but she was convinced that Greg was an excellent kisser. He didn’t do any of the things Phee had heard other girls complain about boys doing. He wasn’t drooly or all tongue, and he had pretty soft lips himself for a guy. Phee kept running her hands over him for a moment, then pulled back and smirked. “Can’t have lonely reindeer,” she murmured. Phee leaned back against the pillows again, her legs open and welcoming.
"Best segway into sex ever," Greg tittered as he crawled up on the bed after her and settled down between her legs, this time aiming his kisses on her breasts and chest. He pushed his hardening cock against her - reindeer smooching and all - kissing his way up to her neck and jaw. "Never lonely with you around," he murmured against her skin and she smelled so good he wanted to stay like this for a little while, just breathing her in and maybe grinding against her just a little.
Phee slipped her arms around him as soon as he was in reach, grinning with tingly joy at the feel of Greg’s mouth on her skin. She’d never done much with her boobs on her own, before Greg, and it had been an awesome surprise to find how much she loved it when he gave them attention. Phee hooked her legs around his thighs and gave a soft sigh when he pushed against her. Even his words made her tingle and put a sweet pressure in her chest, and her fingers slipped into his hair. “I wish it could be all the time,” she whispered back. It was probably stupid to admit, but everything just felt so fucking good at the moment.
"Me too," Greg sighed and he knew they'd spend way more time together if her parents let her stay out late. It was a little boring, having to see her home early in the evenings but he was mature enough to know it just meant her parents cared which was way nicer than the alternative. Still sucked for him and Phee though. He just hoped that eventually they would trust him enough to let her spend the night with him. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply and for a few long moments this was enough, just that sweet pressure on his cock and her tongue against his, her breasts pressed against his chest and her legs wrapped around him.
Spending the night with Greg would’ve been heaven, but Phee didn’t see it happening anytime soon. Maybe not until her senior year. She just hoped that Greg wouldn’t get impatient with it all. Because she doubted there was anybody else in the world who could make her feel like this. Phee made a soft helpless sound into the kiss as she sank into it. She ran her hands down his back and arms, tracing the gentle curves of muscle as her core got warmer. She loved his weight against her, how nice and solid he felt over her, and she rocked her hips gently under his to rub against his bulge.
Luckily Greg wasn't terribly needy. He missed her when she was gone but he was pretty content to sleep alone, the silver lining here was that it was always fun to see her again. It definitely wasn't a dealbreaker, though he might not be as patient if her parents kept her away for weeks at a time. Even then this would make it worth it, it was so easy to get lost in the kiss and the way her hands felt against his body, caressing and exploring, making him feel beautiful in a way he rarely felt. He broke the kiss after a while, nipping on her bottom lip before pulling up and smiling down at her as he traced a finger between her breasts and down to her stomach. "I really want to take these off you now," he admitted as his finger stopped by the waistband of her panties. "Even if they're super cute."
Phee just hoped that the longer this went on -- and she did want it to go on longer -- the more freedom she would get with it. Because god did she want this more often. But for now she was savoring every second. By the time Greg pulled back, Phee felt hot and achy all over, and she knew she wouldn’t be wearing these panties back home once they came off. She smiled hazily at him, her stomach twitching a bit under his finger. “Take ‘em off then,” she murmured. Phee released him with her legs and planted her feet on the mattress to lift her hips a bit and make it easy. “Yours too though, fair is fair.”
"Of course," Greg said with a grin. "For fairness sake." He tried to look serious and only succeeded for a second before he was grinning again and pulling her panties off. It wasn't their first time but it still felt like unwrapping his last present for the evening. He ditched them off to the side somewhere to get lost in the blankets, then leaned down to kiss her on the inner thigh and then right above the pubic mound. So soft and warm, he loved kissing her body almost as much as he loved kissing her lips. "See, now that necklace looks even better on you," he mumbled, stroking her leg slowly.
She loved being undressed by him. It made her feel like a present, no matter what day it was. Phee let her legs relax open and hugged one of her breasts tighter to her chest. Greg’s lips left electric tingles in their wake and she had to fight not to squirm too much. “Everything looks better when it’s the only thing left, I think,” she murmured dreamily. Her free hand drifted down to stroke through Greg’s hair again. He was taking his time in actually being fair and taking the boxers off, but with his mouth that close to her pussy, Phee couldn’t think about anything else.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" Greg asked a little teasingly, leaning in close again and pressing another kiss in the same place. He was in no rush to take his boxers off, especially if he was using his mouth first. The boxers felt nice and soft, rubbing against his cock when he moved and he didn't think Phee was all that eager to see it so much as she was to feel it but fuck, what did he know? She did seem to like his dick which was a bit of a novelty with a girl, really.
She couldn’t help but squirm at that one, a little roll of her hips. Phee gave a soft whine that was half-giggle. It was so hard to decide when just his breath was making her feel throbby. She wanted to feel him on top of her again and inside her, but his mouth always felt so good. “Yeah,” she admitted with a small grin. “But don’t make me come, okay? I wanna save it.” Because of how her cycle had fallen, they hadn’t gotten to have sex yet without a condom, but today was the day. Phee felt kind of like it was all part of the gift-giving, weird as that might be.
"You got it," Greg snickered though he was pretty sure he could make her come twice if it came to it. He had every right to be confident about it since it wouldn't be the first time but he guessed he couldn't really be sure. "I'll stop if I think you're getting too noisy," he murmured. "Or you can tap out." He tapped his own head as an example then ducked down to kiss her again, this time staying down and working his way down. He put his weight on his elbow, running his fingers between her folds and finding her wet already which was just perfect and hot. It made it easy to slip the tip of his finger inside, right as he started licking, sweeping his tongue up toward her clit.
Phee immediately wasn’t sure if she would be able to save it. There were so many things to love about penetrative sex, but when it came to pure delicious sensation, she was pretty sure nothing beat a tongue. At least one that knew what it was doing, and Greg certainly did. Phee’s head pressed back into the pillows and her eyes rolled closed as a heavier breath left her. Only having the tip of his finger was teasing and frustrating in the best sort of way. Phee moved one foot up to rest against the back of Greg’s shoulder and tilted her hips up a bit, eager for more.
Greg didn't tease her for long, adding another finger in the mix and pushing them deeper as he focused on rolling his tongue against her clit in slow, repeated moves. In his experience, getting a girl to come was a lot more difficult, he had to focus on what he was doing and not let it get away, almost like hunting and that just made it more challenging and fun. He moved his fingers inside of her and wondered what it felt like getting fucked like that, if it was anything like the sensation of having his dick inside her - just the other way around. Some girls couldn't come from penetrative sex alone so it probably wasn't the same which just made him more curious about it but it really wasn't something he could just ask her because he wasn't so sure it could be put into words.
Phee had wondered what it felt like to Greg too, what having a dick felt like during sex. Well, in general, but especially during sex. She’d read all about how many more nerve endings were in a clit vs. a penis, but that didn’t convey much about the experience itself. So Greg wasn’t the only curious one, he was just currently the only one in the room who could formulate full thoughts. Phee was already carried away with pleasure, the stretch from Greg’s two fingers sending delicious sensations through her body. She was grateful that he knew enough to keep his nails short, and those thick knuckles of his always felt really good. She whimpered and moaned softly as she rocked her hips against his mouth, everything still slow and building, but so, so good. Thinking about where they were heading, how it might feel to have Greg’s bare cock in her, just made everything feel that much sweeter. She told herself she would stop him soon, she just wanted to enjoy it for another few minutes.
Greg couldn't help but remember there were guys out there who still believed girls didn't really enjoy sex and it was honestly baffling. It also made him feel pretty good about his own abilities because maybe that was just the problem, those guys didn't know the first thing about making it feel good for anyone but themselves. Phee was obviously enjoying it and he loved how vocal she was, every little moan and whimper sending a pleasant thrum straight through his cock. He kept his ass up, fighting the temptation to stretch out and start humping the mattress, his cock straining pleasantly against the cotton of his new boxers.
Being with Greg had made Phee wonder if every other dude just sucked, or if girls exaggerated how little enjoyment they got out of sex, or what. Or maybe she was just super sensitive and horny, because she got off with him all the time. Maybe it was just still so new and exciting, but she couldn’t imagine this ever getting old. Phee got a bit more vocal as the pleasure-heat spreading through her got more intense, one leg restlessly hooking around the back of Greg’s head to keep him close at one point. She reminded herself that she was trying not to come too soon, she wanted to really feel him first, so she let it go on for another few seconds before she forced her eyes open and her head up and pushed gently on his head. “Okay, stop,” she said breathlessly. “God ... I want you inside me now.”
"Damn, girl, that's some willpower," Greg drawled, licking his fingers clean as he sat up and grinned at her, then hurriedly slipped his boxers off. He ducked down to kiss her once again on the inside of her thigh, not liking leaving her too long, then reached over to the bedside table to get the condoms. She hadn't told him when they were allowed to skip using it and he figured asking her every time just became more akin to whining or something so he'd only asked once and then let it go to his best ability.
Even in her pleasure-haze, Phee realized immediately what he was going for, and she put her hand on his forearm. “Not this time,” she said, smiling at him a little. “We don’t need it.” She’d been a little surprised that he hadn’t asked about when they could drop the condoms more than once, but Phee kind of appreciated it. He’d never acted like protection took anything away from having sex with her, so she hadn’t brought it up either. But now she was sure they’d be safe, and she was dying to see how it felt, and her period was over, so ... it was time. Phee pulled at him to get him down closer to her. “I want just you.”
Greg's eyes went wide and he struggled not to shout out a 'woohoo' or something inane and childish like that but he was still visibly excited and that exclamation made it to his throat where it died to become something of a smothered squeak instead. "Cool," he laughed, feeling a little dumb about it but fuck that was so awesome. "Merry Christmas," he added with a big grin, letting her pull him in closer and kissing her firmly on the lips. "No more condom hassle. That's so cool." It wasn't that he hated wearing them but having to pause and search for one, unwrapping it, figuring out how to turn it and get it on could be so boring. Important and absolutely worth doing, sure sure, but boring. This was so much better and he rubbed his cock against her for a moment before lining up. "You ready?" It felt right to ask even if she seemed eager, he didn't want to just shove on in, not when it felt special and new.
That noise was beyond adorable, which was somehow sexy too, and Phee gave a little titter before their mouths met again. She could taste herself there, and it was hot as hell. Really, everything he did was hot at the moment. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured back, though part of it came out as a gasp as Greg rubbed his cock against her. His bare skin felt amazing, and she was so ready to feel it deeper. “Uh huh,” she breathed, hitching her legs up a little higher around him and squeezing a bit to impatiently pull him closer.
Greg had never had penetrative sex without a condom and sinking into all that wet heat without the thin latex in the way was beyond description. He let out a quiet, drawn out 'oh', a dazed grin curling his lips as he opened his eyes to look at Phee again. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. "Oh shit, fuck, this is good. This is good?" He had to move though he kept it slow for now, like he had to savor every stroke of his cock inside her, commit to memory the sensation of it in case something came up and they couldn't do it again.
It was kind of amazing how much hotter his cock felt with nothing between them, and it slid into her more smoothly than it ever had before. “Ohmygod,” slipped out of her on a breath and she opened her eyes to look back at Greg, not even sure when they’d closed. “Yes, fuck ... so good.” The word didn’t even really start to cover it, especially when he began moving, but that was the best phee could do. She shifted her hips in a small arc under him, already hungry to get him as deep inside of her as possible, even if it was slow. Phee ran her hands up his arms and cupped the back of his neck to pull him down to kiss again.
It was so easy to get lost in the rhythm and the feel of Phee's body, Greg couldn't think about much else as he picked up the pace and kissed her deeply. The whole 'bare thing' had never really made that much sense to him, surely it was hyperbolic and all, but now it did. Dangerously good for sure. He broke the kiss, moving to suck and nibble on her neck instead, his breathing growing heavier with each thrust. He could normally last a while but tonight it was going to take some effort.
Phee’s body had already been primed incredibly well for this, but she couldn’t help but think it would’ve felt incredible anyway. Every thrust made her stomach feel like it dropped a little, like the world’s best roller coaster. She started making whimpering sounds into the kiss, and then moaned outright when Greg took his mouth away. Phee’s head turned to try and catch a breath, her body moving under Greg’s as she held tight to him, not sure if she was holding on for dear life or trying to get as much of him as she possibly could. No wonder people risked doing this all the time. “Harder,” she breathed near his ear, more of a plea than a command.
Greg wanted to tell her that he couldn't promise how long he would last if he went too hard but the way she asked put a fire in him and he couldn't refuse or resist for even a second. His girl wanted it harder and his hips agreed, starting a faster, harder rhythm of thrusts, sending pleasure coursing through him on a dangerous level, making it a more conscious effort to hold himself back.
He wouldn’t have to hold back for long, because Phee was already straddling the edge, and the way Greg’s body connected with hers as he picked up the pace sent her pleasure spiraling out of control. The cries coming out of her got sharper and louder and faster, and Phee’s hips pumped to grind against Greg and then she was flying. Her back arched off the bed and the only thing that kept her from screaming was the way it stole her breath. She throbbed around him, short nails digging into his upper back as she shuddered hard.
There was never any guessing to be done with Phee on whether she came or not and Greg loved it, it was so obvious both by the sounds she made and the way her body thrust up against him and tightened around him and he didn't normally care if he had to hold out but tonight he was relieved as well as turned on by her climax. It meant he could let go too without worrying about being That Guy who came too fast and ruined the fun. It was just so hard to hold back this time, it was like his first time in a way, intense and new and feeling oh so fucking good.
Phee hadn’t expected to go off that fast, but everything just felt so sinfully good. No wonder parents warned against this, no wonder the whole of society was so obsessed with it. They weren’t even done and she already wanted to do it again. Greg’s thrusting kept her orgasm going for what felt like a long time. She made some noise that didn’t even sound like herself, still shivering. “Fuck yes, baby,” she panted, still holding tightly onto him. Phee was pretty sure no two people in the world had ever felt this fucking good, and she wanted to feel him come inside of her for the first real time. Maybe that was weird, but the primal desire was humming.
The desire to come inside a girl was definitely rooted in some possessive and definitely macho bullshit reasons but God, did Greg not give a shit about any of that. He wanted to come inside her, it felt like a huge thing beyond just how good it felt to fuck her without some stupid condom getting in the way, he wanted to be in her, to know he'd left something behind, that she might still smell him the next day even if she showered. He wasn't wondering why, he wasn't even thinking, just thrusting and panting against Phee's skin as he came, one hand automatically reaching for her breast, the other fisting tightly in the sheets she was lying on. "Oh fuck," he hissed a moment later. "Oh fuck, that was... That was..."
Phee felt it happen -- not as much as she would’ve expected -- but a different sensation was there, making her feel full and good in ways she couldn’t describe. She clung to Greg, still breathing hard herself, and another little shiver of pleasure ran through her as he grabbed her breast. She still dimly wished that he was more vocal, but the way his body moved and the heavy breathing was sexy as fuck and made her happy. “Amazing,” she murmured for him, a dreamy smile crossing her face. She let her legs relax a bit and pressed a few kisses to the side of his cheek.
"I feel like I just lost my virginity," Greg huffed, then laughed a little shakily and pressed damp little kisses on her neck. "That was insane. I'm so glad you came early 'cause damn, damn I wasn't sure I'd last." He would have made it up to her but he was just a little squeamish about going down on her right after coming inside of her which was probably shitty of him but there it was. A little taste was one thing but he had no idea just how much would come out. Porn said a lot, at least certain types of porn did and it was unavoidable to see glimpses of all sorts when browsing categories. "That felt so good," he sighed dreamily, pushing himself up a little so he could look at her, flushed and beautiful and dreamy eyed, it made him smile again. "You did come, right? You're not just that good of an actress, right?"
Hearing that gave Phee a possessive thrill that felt almost like a physical wave down her body. She may not have been his first ever, but she was his first for this, and he was kind of gushing about it and it all just made her stupidly happy. She smiled back at him when he looked at her, and gave a light laugh at the question. “Okay A, I would never fake it with you,” she said in a teasing-chiding way. “And B, yes, I came really hard, so .. thank you.” With a little giggle, she lifted her head to pop a soft kiss against his lips and then relaxed again. Phee idly rubbed her hands against his skin, liking how soft he was. “It felt fucking fantastic to me too, so ... you’re gonna have to get used to it.” She grinned up at him. “I already want more.”
How could he not grin his biggest at that when everything she said was super flattering. "I will build up stamina and you can have so much more," he promised. "Just not right now." That made him laugh but it was still the truth, he felt hyper sensitive and every little move he made now sent a little buzz to his balls that felt good and yet just this side of uncomfortable. "That was a really awesome Christmas present," he added a little quieter, ducking down to kiss her again and not having to worry about a condom meant he could just stay like this, inside her, without having to worry. How cool was that!
Phee might still be pretty new to this whole sex thing, but she knew enough not to expect more right away. The way he was smiling at her made her heart feel too big for her chest, and she grinned back before kissing him back. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured against his lips. Having just his cock softening inside of her felt way better than a condom getting loose and weird. Even if there might be more clean up for her afterward, Phee didn’t care. This was much better. She thought about hugging her mom and thanking her again for letting Phee get on birth control, but that might be too much information for Brianna. Phee ran her hands through Greg’s hair and let out a contented hum. “I wish I could spend the night,” she whispered.
Greg pouted at the reminder that she'd have to go soon, but then he wrinkled his nose playfully. "Have you tried asking? It's Christmas, people are sappy and soft so you never know..." They didn't have school, there wasn't a 'dangerous' party anywhere, everyone was just eating food and cookies and being festive. Phee was already sexually active so not spending the night wasn't putting a stop to that or anything and she was right down the street! Maybe he was being overly optimistic but he really thought they might have a chance of a night together.
Phee wrinkled her nose doubtfully, but she was still smiling at the same time. “I dunno ... she was still kinda ticked that Trip wasn’t there, but ... maybe. It can’t hurt to try, right?” Greg’s optimism was contagious, and she was right down the street, at a house they’d entrusted their son to a billion times. Granted, Bash and Greg weren’t lovers, but still! Brianna knew Phee was having sex now and she was at Greg’s a lot, why would it be a big deal to spend a few more hours there? It could be an additional Christmas present! “Your mom wouldn’t care, right?” she asked.
Greg gave her a look that said she should know better than to ask, then shook his head and kissed her again before slowly pulling his softening cock out of her and moving to flop down next to her. He kept his arm around her, just because the sex was over didn't mean he didn't want the closeness. His mom never minded him having girls over but he knew his dad might bitch about it. He wouldn't do anything about it though so Greg didn't care. They were going steady and they were being safe so there was nothing wrong with this. "If she says no you can totally remind her Bash has slept over here when he was like ten so it's sexist to say no," he said, only half-joking. "Parents hate it when you call them out on being unfair - especially when you're right."
It was still a bit strange to Phee that Greg’s parents didn’t care what he did, but she knew that came from having overbearing parents herself. Plus he was a bit older and a boy, so they probably felt like they didn’t have to keep much of a leash on him. Not that she thought he needed one, he was a good person, but still. “I dunno ... don’t think they’d let him stay overnight at a boyfriend’s house,” she said with a wry smile, rolling up onto her side and settling in more comfortably. Phee tucked her arm under the pillow her head was on and gazed at Greg adoringly. “But I’ll try, for you. I’ll beg and cry and ask her to make it another Christmas present, promise a bunch of chores, everything.” They’d dozed together a bit here and there, but Phee really wanted to sleep with him.
"Hey, don't bargain away all your free time," Greg told her, laughing at the lengths she would go to. "I still wanna hang out with you when we're not having sex." She was right about Bash of course, his parents had definitely become noticeably stricter after he came out as gay so that was lame. Greg was willing to bet it would have been the other way around if Phee was the gay one - it seemed they just had a problem with their kids dating boys. "I think your parents are kinda sexist," he speculated. "But like in a totally weird way, or maybe not weird just... They really don't like boyfriends."
Phee huffed a bemused sound and rolled her eyes. “They don’t like Bash being gay -- at least Daddy doesn’t -- and they don’t want their pure little girl getting corrupted by penises or something. Like sleeping with one steady boyfriend makes you a slut.” She made another dismissive noise that showed what she thought of that. If she and Greg broke up, she couldn’t see herself just starting to sleep around or anything. She only wanted him for now. Maybe forever. That was what her heart said at the moment, but who knew what the future held. “So yeah maybe they are, I dunno. Everybody acts like girls are these delicate flowers to protect, it’s stupid. My brother is way more delicate than me.”
Greg snort-laughed at that because it was true in a way. Bash was strong, athletic and fun but he was also very sensitive. Sometimes Greg thought girls were just tougher than guys in general if you took out the physical part of it all, he wasn't sure he could handle half the shit girls had told him they needed to deal with. Periods? Like... no. No thanks. "We like protecting girls though," he said. "Like physically be the strong provider. You can't just take that away from us." He mock-pouted, idly stroking her side. "If I ever have a little girl I'll probably be just as bad as your dad is."
Her brother had plenty of strengths, but Phee had thought more than once that he was even more dramatic than she was. But maybe that was because he’d gone through puberty before her and was more social and all that. Phee loved him though, and she knew Greg did too. She gave a soft laugh at Greg’s pout, her hand moving up to rest on his neck so she could pet him lightly. For some reason she liked the idea of him having a daughter, carrying a tiny girl around. Way in the future, of course. “You can protect me and be my strong provider anytime,” she murmured with a warm smile. “‘Cause I know you don’t like, think I’m weak or stupid or anything.”
"I do not," Greg said firmly because ew, no. "I'm not that stupid," he added with a grin because he'd have to be stupid to think his girlfriend was stupid - and he had to be an asshole if he actually wanted to date someone he thought was stupid. It just didn't seem right. "I'll protect you anytime though," he added and it was hard not to think of the asshole he'd punched because of her. It was super stereotypical but he felt good about it, nobody fucked with his girl, not on his watch.
The respect he always gave her was a huge draw for Phee. She knew she was smart, and she hated that so many girls acted dumb so boys would like them. In her opinion, if any boy needed her to be dumber than them, they were weak and weren’t worth her time. But Greg seemed to like her mind as much as her body, and that’s what made this work. She was thinking about the fact that he’d taken a punch for her already too, and her thumb drifted over his cheekbone. “I’ll protect you too, if you ever need it,” she said. “I’ll curse anybody who fucks with you. ... when I learn some curses.” Phee smirked a bit.
"That is so hot," Greg all but purred and while he didn't think he'd ever want to outright curse someone, it was really good to know he had a witch girlfriend as well as a witch best friend. Crazy, really, it was something that still made his head spin whenever he thought too hard about it. "I'll try not to get all drunk on the power," he added, then started a fake little laugh deep in his throat, a real proper supervillain laugh, slowly letting it grow in volume. He stopped before it got too loud, the point was just to make her laugh and not be a total lunatic.
Phee did laugh, giggling delightedly at his supervillain cackle, and she pinched playfully at one of his nipples. “Don’t let it go to your head,” she agreed, amused. “But like, I’m totally glad you’ve got the laugh down for when we take over the world.” She snuggled in closer, scooting down a bit so she could nuzzle into the crook of his neck. That skin to skin cuddling never failed to fill her with the warmest, happiest feeling. Phee really hoped her mom would say yes to her staying over. She wanted this all night. “We should prob’ly clean up,” she mumbled into his skin.
"No rush," Greg murmured and he loved it when she snuggled into him like that, soft and warm and pretty, he couldn't get enough of it. He really hoped she'd spend the night, even if it was just tonight. Of course he knew that if they let her stay tonight they could always use it going forward and he hoped her parents wouldn't think of that when they reluctantly told her yes. Because if they said yes, it'd be reluctant, of that he could be sure. He lightly traced random patterns with his fingers on her back, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. "The world can wait for a little while longer, we'll take it over later."
She hummed softly and let her eyes close, content to bask in the post-sex glow for a while longer. Phee felt extra wet and knew things would get kind of sticky and uncomfortable eventually, but for now she was loving right where she was, Greg’s warm bulk pressed against her, the smell of him filling her head. She was comfortably drowsy and happy and felt like this was probably the best Christmas ever. She would just enjoy it thoroughly and put off calling her mom until closer to curfew. Even if she ended up having to go home, at least the day had ended with all this bliss.