Kurt never knew he was going to end up being one of those boys. He'd always hear them in the locker room in the gym or after school in the parking lot complaining about making out and having problems with unhooking their girlfriend's bras. It was just a simple thing. You unhook the well, hook from the clasp. It couldn't be that hard.
Then one night he found himself on the couch in their completely dark apartment, fumbling with Rachel's bra and wondering why they didn't make them with Velcro. He finally understood why teenage boys had cursed their existence. He was an adult now and it was like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blind. Except that the puzzle toy didn't come with heavy breathing in your ear that was causing all the blood in your body to rush downward.
They were still fairly new to the making out and sex thing as a couple, so at least that had been something in his favor. Boobs and bras had been something he had seen quite often in the Bushwick apartment, ironically enough. Santana had no boundaries and neither did Brittany. He would wake up some mornings and find bras hanging off the kitchen chairs or on the cereal box. Kurt would have sworn up and down that when Brittany came to visit, the both of them would do everything to make him uncomfortable. Because apparently teasing the gay boy with boobs was the best game to play for lesbians. Well, one lesbian and one bisexual. Or was it bi-curious? He could never remember. Maybe instead of reacting in disgust at the sight at the time, he should have worked on his unclasping skills. Had there been a boy scouts badge for that? Probably.
Kurt rather liked Rachel's breasts. They were soft, but firm too. And kind of comforting in a way he hadn't expected. His thumb fit perfectly over her nipple and she loved when he would rub circles on them. He would leave kisses all around the tips and it would make Rachel tense up. She would push Kurt's head back down to her chest and that was her way of telling him that she wanted him to suck on the nipples.
That was an interesting new act for Kurt. Nipples were as sensitive and less sensitive than he thought they would be. It drove Rachel wild when he would bite them gently. He always feared hurting her somehow, but when he could hear her softly gasp or inhale quickly he knew he was doing something right.
Or when he had to undo his pants because he was really getting hard. The noises she would make sometimes would send a chill down his spine and he wanted nothing more than to be inside Rachel. Her morning vocal runs might annoy him when he was trying to sleep, but damn if her vocalizations during foreplay didn't make him senseless with desire.
A soft laugh escaped Rachel's lips and it caught Kurt's attention.
"If you're going to have that much trouble, I can do it for you."
"Why can't they work like belts?" he mumbled into her shoulder, determined to give it one last go. Rachel chuckled softly as Kurt's left hand was gently on her back and the right forefinger and thumb were pressing the clasp open. With a bit of added pressure, success was his! Kurt pulled his hands forward under the now loose material and rubbed circles around the nipples. Rachel moaned softly and rubbed her lower body against him. She sat up from the lying position she had been in on top of Kurt and lifted off her shirt and bra, leaving them on the side of the couch. She lay back down and kissed him gently as a reward for his efforts. His hands slid down her now naked back.
"I may have to invest in some more sports bras if you're going to have such problems with the clasps."
"Maybe I should Google some YouTube videos."
Rachel collapsed into giggles in Kurt's neck at the thought.