Chapter 17: Only Lips And Tongue

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Exiting the building, I catch Jake sitting underneath a tree, writing in a notepad. I prod his way and sit next to him. "How was class today?" I ask, kissing his cheek.

"It was interesting," he replies, "I like all of my professors."

"I like all of my professors except my English teacher," I comment.

Jake laughs, "You only dislike the teacher because English is your least favorite class."

I shake my head. "Not true at all. He's the biggest douche when it comes to understanding."

"Are you still pissed about the whole lecture thing?"

I remark, "Hell yeah I am. He didn't have to get rude with me."

"But, Rico, he has a class of seventy students. Do you think he's going to be patient and slow down lectures for one student?"

I groan, leaning onto his shoulder. "Out of seventy students and you think I was the only one not able to keep up with his pace?"

Jake laughs, "You probably were."

"Still, he didn't have to be an ass."

"Rico, he's not only an ass to you, he's an ass to everyone."

I challenge, "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really," he replies, "Just today, I heard he threw an extra paper for his sophomore class on top of another and when someone brought it up, he said, 'You guys need to learn to make time for this paper.'"

My eyes go big as I sit up. "Glad I'm not a sophomore."

"I bet," he chuckles, kissing my forehead. "Just be glad your English teacher actually tells you about upcoming assignments. My teacher tells us less than a week before a paper's due date, which is irritating. I wish mine were as organized as yours."

"Good point," I agree, "He's so anal, he gave us a schedule of homework and classwork assignments for the entire two semesters."

"College is overwhelming, isn't it?"

"Sure is," I answer, "But overall, I'm enjoying it. The independence above all."

"Me too," he remarks, "However, I could be enjoying university more if my roommate wasn't such a virtuoso."

"Oh, hush," I peck his lips, "You love it."

"Not when I'm awakened by Hans at two in the morning," he retorts.

"But Hans just wanted you to join our bed," I defend playfully, "He felt neglected."

"I don't see how when he gets more attention from you than me."

I pull his case from my shoulder and begin playing him. "But he would like some additional attention from his other daddy," I sing.

Jake leans down, facing Hans, "I'm sorry but I think your real daddy is the tree behind us, Hans."

I make a face at him, ceasing my play on the strings. "Don't tell our child that lie. We're his real parents, not oakey here behind us." Jake opens his mouth to correct me but I stop him, "And I know it's not an oak tree, Mr. Nature. I was just saying."

"Why did I ever get you that damn ukulele?" he groans.

"Because you love me," I remind, in a sing-song voice.

"You're damn right," he climbs on top of me, smothering my face with kisses.

"Not in front of Hans," I joke, but he ignores my warning and continued with his kissing attack.

♦

I awake with a snoring Jake on my chest. As I stretch, I gently move him off of me, careful to not wake him up. Sadly, my attempt failed.

"Good morning, cutie," I kiss the top of his head, when he stretches and yawns.

"Good morning," he responds, trying to kiss my lips, but I move away.

"My breath stinks and so does yours," I point out, "Plus, you didn't call me cutie back."

He steals a kiss from my lips anyway. "I don't care about out bad breath, cutie."

I roll my eyes, getting up from the air mattress. "I'm going to take a shower, so do you need to use the bathroom before I shower, because I don't want to shower yet if you're going to take a dump?"

"I don't have to use it at the moment," he replies.

"Good," I start toward the bathroom, but he instantly rises from the mattress and grabs my arm.

"Why can't we shower together again?" he suggests.

I remind, "The last time we showered together, you puked."

"That was because I ate that rich cake," he groans, "And you didn't help with the situation. You made it taste too rich."

I smirk. "Oh hush. You chose to eat it off me. I didn't make you."

He gets up as well. "Let me shower with you." I sigh, chuckling as he grabs my hands.

"No," I answer, shaking my head, "We can't."

"Why not?" he asks letting go of my hands. "I promise I won't put my hands on you... inappropriately." He moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Look at what you're doing right now," I roll my eyes, grinning.

"What? It's not like I'm caressing your body or kissing your neck!"

"I don't think it's a good idea," I remark.

He kisses my ear. "But I like to shower with you."

"See? You're kissing my ear now. How is that appropriate?"

He retorts, "It's perfectly appropriate. Better your ear than anything else."

I pull away and face him. "If we shower together, you might as well say we're going to have sex," I argue.

"But we won't," he says, "We have better self-control than that."

"I don't know," I say, caressing his moving hands, "Because I don't trust myself and I don't trust you."

"Come on, you can trust me, baby."

I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head in disbelief. "Trust you? Coming from the guy that has a sex dreams about me?"

"Sex dream," he corrects, "Singular, not plural."

"Still, Jake," I continue, "We've only dated for a short period of time and already knows what the other looks like naked."

"So? There's people that know what another looks like naked and not date."

"You're missing my point—"

"Rico, are you ashamed of your body?"

My face heats up. "Ashamed? No."

"You sure acting like it," he teases. When my only response is silence, he places his hands around my face. "Rico, just say yes because I'm showering with you regardless."

"What's the purpose of me saying yes if you're going to do it anyway?"

"Because I'll feel less of an asshole with your approval," he bluntly says, biting his lower lip.

Taking him off guard, I lift him into my arms and slam him onto the mattress. Before he has time to react, I make a run for the bathroom, but once I'm inches away from being inside, he tackles me to the ground and lifts me into his arms.

"Thought you could pull a quick one on me, eh?"

I chuckle in amusement. "You're fast."

"Well, of course, considering I'm athletic."

"Good point."

Jake puts me down and cuts on the shower while I shut the door.

I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth and he joins beside me. Afterwards, we both stripped and stepped into the shower, not bothering to close the curtains.

I laugh lightly, "We forgot about grabbing washcloths." I step out momentarily and grab a couple and reenter the shower. We both began washing ourselves and at times stared at the other's body. As I explored his body with my eyes, he caught on quickly once I was fixated beyond his chest and started seductively caressing himself all over. I quickly turned away.

"Why did you brush your teeth before we got into the shower?" he questions against my neck.

"Because that's what I do: brush my teeth before getting into the shower."

"Are you sure you didn't brush your teeth so that you could kiss me?"

I spun around. "What about you?"

He shrugs. "I just followed suit. Besides, you did make it clear that you don't enjoy kisses with smelly breath."

"What's so wrong about brushing your teeth before showering?"

"Nothing," he answers, "I just think it's a bit weird."

"Why is it weird?" I inquire, defensively.

"Because brushing your teeth after a shower is the final process in maintaining hygiene," he remarks, "I feel like brushing teeth before a shower throws the entire procedure astray."

"How so?"

"Just think about it; you have one choice to clean one of the two only: your teeth or body. What would you choose? I'd choose my body because I'd feel filthier if my complete being is unclean, whereas, the teeth are just a small extra aspect of the grime."

"What do you mean?" I press for clarification, not fully comprehending his point.

Jake groans, "Would you rather walk around with body odor and minty breath or bad breath and no body odor?"

I actually think about it for a moment. "I guess I'd rather walk around with stinky breath and no body odor."

"Exactly," Jake says with a grin, "So you did brush your teeth to kiss me."

I admit, "Alright. I brushed my teeth in case it would happen. Happy now?"

When he doesn't respond, I press my lips to his. Departing, he murmurs, "I thought you said no inappropriate touching—"

"Are we touching each other with our hands?" I cut in, pecking his lips again, "No, just lips. Only lips. Nothing wrong with lips."

"Yeah," he kisses back, "It's only lips."

We deeply kiss for what felt like seconds but was actually minutes. Several minutes at that.

"I love you," he mumbles against my lips. In that same moment, he strokes me, wholly astonishing me.

I moan, leaning my head into his chest as I begin fondling him as well.

"Look at what we're doing," he groans, lifting my face from his chest and kissing me.

"We're not having sex at least," I pant, as he thoroughly massaged me. "Only lips."

"Yeah, you're right," he chuckles, kissing me once again. Only this time, he trails his kisses to my neck, down my chest, to my navel, as he continually soothed his hands over me. I groan in bliss as he trailed his kisses back up. "Only lips."

"By the way, did I ever tell you that you have terrific lips?" I question.

"Allow me to demonstrate what these terrific lips can do," he trails his kisses back down my chest, surpassing my navel this time.

I whimper in amazement, subconsciously grasping the back of his head. Several passing moments later, I reached the pinnacle of pleasure. In return, I reciprocate the favor until Jake's peak arrived.

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We lied on the mattress in silence, not looking the other in the eye for some time until I broke the silence.

"I can't believe we actually..." I trail off, becoming wordless.

"Yeah..." Jake responds quietly. "I'm sorry, Rico. I should've listened to you earlier—"

I shut him up by crawling on top of him. "Jake, it's okay. I mean, we're trapped in this place for who knows how long, so of course there's going to be some sexual tension. It also doesn't help that we're dating now." Jake looks almost hurt by my statement, which makes me rephrase my response in a better way. "Not that I don't want to have sex with you," I clarify, "I just want our first time to be special, you know." I place my head near his neck, facing him.

He kisses me. "I understand." Instantaneously, he lifts my face up, appearing stunned. "First time as in you're a virgin or first time as in us—we—together as one for the first time?"

"First time as in I'm a virgin," I titter, placing my hand over his hand on my face.

"But you implied a few days ago that you weren't a virgin," he brings up.

"That was just something for me to say to contradict you," I remark, "You know that I love countering you, Jake."

He sighs with relief.

"What's with the sigh?"

"I'm just relieved is all," he confesses in evident joy, "I thought that since you told me about your first kiss being stolen, I thought—"

"That my virginity was too," I finish, sitting up and smacking his chest in realization, "You presumptuous bastard."

He ignores my glare at his assumption and kisses me. "We didn't break the rule."

I lighten up, "Yeah, we didn't touch—wait a second, we did touch each other."

"But," he cuts in, "We used mostly lips." Before I could protest any further, he reverses our position and is now towering above me. "Next time, only lips."

"And tongue?"

"And tongue."

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So, an update finally... yay! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. God, I miss writing this story </3 Can't believe it's been so freaking long D: