Disclaimer: As we all know, I am not the owner of nor am I affiliated with Drake and Josh, even though it pains me to say so.
Spoilers: Story takes place in the middle of the events played out on-screen in the episode Josh Is Done.
Rating: M for Mature, contains description of a heterosexual coupling.
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST
PART TWO – Double Happiness
Josh stood up with Leah cradled in his arms and moved purposefully to the other room. He set her on the queen-sized bed and carefully lowered himself on top of her, using one leg to push her knees apart, making room for his thigh, which he pressed up against her delta of venus. They resumed making out, with Josh stroking her bare thighs, as they started gently undressing each other. After Josh's red t-shirt came off, he started to lift up the hem of Leah's t-shirt. With her hand catching at his wrist, Leah stopped him and told him to wait while she set the mood. "I want this to be very special for you. For both of us."
She got up and lit some scented candles and started up some background music. He didn't recognize it, but it was jazzy and mellow. The female singer had a smooth, sultry voice, and he thought the songs were about love and longing, but the sound was too low for him to catch many of the words.
Leah returned to him from her walk-in closet wearing nothing but a provocative white bustier with a matching thong. Josh was so excited; he hoped he wouldn't disappoint her in the fireworks department.
As if reading his mind, Leah joined him on the bed and said, "I don't want you to be nervous. Just trust your instincts. That's my motto in life."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Josh in a voice blending his ready sense of humor with eagerness. His million dollar smile made Leah feel like she was melting. She was already drowning in his hypnotic green eyes. She wanted to completely devour him, like a tiger with a fresh piece of meat, but kept reminding herself that despite his size, he was not yet a full grown man and it was her responsibility not to frighten or overwhelm him. She was guessing he had some sexual experience already, from what she already knew of him, but he wasn't aggressive and seemed content to follow her lead.
Josh had already kicked off his socks and shoes. He noticed that since Leah was an adult woman who knew exactly what she wanted, there was far less urgent-groping-with-clothes-on than he was used to. He couldn't stop staring at her exquisite little figure. He was so aroused; he started fretting even more that he wouldn't be able to control himself in the heat of the moment.
Leah deftly undid the top button on Josh's jeans and firmly rubbed his erection through the cloth. She felt him twitch in response. "If you feel uncomfortable at any point with what we're doing, I want you to speak up. This isn't just a booty call. I respect you as a person."
Reaching under the pillow, she retrieved a condom packet. Using both hands, she peeled down his pants and underwear and started touching him "down there." He couldn't help letting out a few excited yelps as she did so. As she was slipping the condom where it needed to go, he felt a surge of excitement and ejaculated prematurely. His face reddened in response and he made a noise expressing his frustration and embarrassment. Before he could rush to apologize and explain, Leah stopped him with a kiss. She took the filled condom and disposed of it in a wastebasket under the nightstand.
"No excuses necessary, Josh. I can tell you're a vigorous young man. We'll just keep going and let nature take its course," Leah reassured him. Leah was kicking herself inside, she shouldn't have tried to get the condom on so soon.
Josh relaxed and tried to do as she had said, by letting his instincts take over. Josh finished stepping out of his pants. He gently reached inside the cups of Leah's bustier and freed her pert, round breasts, then used his mouth and hands alternately, touching, teasing, licking, and sucking until her nipples stood up like wet pencil erasers. He helped her unhook the bustier and she tossed it aside. Josh used his teeth to remove the thong and found Leah's clit, nestled like a furled rosebud at the top of her mound. They were both completely naked now. Josh sent up a fervent prayer of thanks that the rash on his back had cleared up. Sliding one of the pillows under Leah's bottom, he started the same treatment he'd used on her breasts and was encouraged by her reactions, both physical and vocal. Her female entrance was more than ready for him, the lips gleaming wet, and he slipped in two of his fingers, as he sucked gently on the soft nub of her clit, and started working his fingers in and out rapidly, and he soon felt her inner muscles clenching at his digits. "Yes, yes," she coaxed him, as she bunched up the comforter in her fists, so he put her legs over his shoulders, continuing to pleasure her orally until her orgasm subsided.
Once her breathing slowed, Leah sat up and pulled Josh up, turning him so he was on his back on the bed. "You are so handsome, Josh! I only hope you know how happy I am that you agreed to this," and then she was all over him, a whirling diva of sexual energy, expressing her gratitude. She caressed him and stroked him and kissed him and nipped him, visiting all his erogenous zones, including ones he hadn't discovered yet, like his feet, always returning to his penis and testicles, and then starting the circuit again, until he felt like his whole body was sensitized to her knowing touch.
At the first signs of life in his shaft, Leah shifted all of her concentration there, until he was rigid again. She was having a hard time holding back, he was just so - magnificently male! She just couldn't touch his taut, chiseled muscles enough, running her hands along the hair on his body; he was all man, and she was starving for him. She used her mouth to tease him and felt him shiver and moan in response. She opened another condom packet with her teeth and positioned the sleeve delicately upon Josh's gorgeous dick. Then, smiling, gazing deeply into his eyes, she straddled his waist and took his length inside herself. As he felt himself gliding into her hot, wet core, he shivered again, with pleasure. She started riding him slow and easy at first and gradually increased the pace of her movements. It was his turn to encourage her, as he squeezed and massaged her buttocks with one hand and used the other to tweak the twin peaks of her breasts. Before very long, she stopped her agitated movements, held his hands in her own, and was still so he could again feel the unstoppable chain of muscular contractions taking place inside her, gripping so fiercely at his wood. She panted and emitted soft cries as she started swaying slightly, teasing out her orgasm longer than he had thought possible.
"Do you have a favorite position?" Leah wanted to know.
"They're all good," Josh answered her, "but I'd kind of like the old-fashioned way right now."
As one, they rolled over so that Josh was on top. After checking the placement of the condom, Leah wrapped her legs around his waist, with her feet pressing on the upper part of his backside. He was inside her up to the hilt, but he tipped her hips up slightly, so there was no distance at all between their joining. Supporting his weight on his arms, he mirrored what she had done, by starting to thrust slowly, almost pulling out each time. As the slick friction between them began building, he started pounding away with short, fast strokes, causing the bed to rock.
As before, he knew he was going to come - too soon; since Leah was so responsive, he wanted to give her the chance to achieve another climax, so he gritted his teeth and started chanting a kind of mantra to himself, "nice-guys-finish-last, nice-guys-finish-last, nice-guys-finish-last," as underneath him, Leah was holding on for dear life, her arms around Josh's back, her eyes closed and mouth open beneath his heaving chest. The violent movement of the headboard caused a picture hanging on the wall above to fall down, barely missing their heads, but neither of them faltered for an instant. Leah flushed across her chest and face, calling out in a high voice, "Oh, God!" followed a few moments later with, "Josh!" At the sound of his name, carried on her warm, sweet breath and delivered intimately into the shell of his ear, he knew he could let go, and pumping frenziedly, he reached his own release, spilling his seed into the condom, encased by her sweet flesh.
They were quiet, and the only sounds in the room were their heavy, ragged breathing, echoed by their racing heartbeats. The music had finished playing some time ago. Random traffic sounds seeped into their awareness. Hugging Josh tightly, Leah told him softly, "Well, you wanted to know the real me. Between when I called on God and then cried out your name - that moment, in between, that was the real me. The one hardly anyone gets to know. You're an excellent lover, Josh. I feel good all over."
Josh felt he'd been given a rare gift. Reluctantly, he pulled out, knowing he had to get the condom off before he became too flaccid. Since he was no longer pinning her down, Leah stretched out and reached beneath the nightstand, producing the wastebasket again to receive the used condom. Next, Josh picked up the frame that had fallen and nearly beaned them, and lay down on his back next to Leah, who pulled a thin quilt over them both.
Josh noticed two identical characters, written in another language, embossed in gold on red foil, surrounded by a gold border and displayed against a hot pink background. The frame was ornate and gold in color, but made of plastic. Josh asked, curiously, "What is this? It looks like two stick figures holding hands and dancing."
Taking the picture from him, Leah responded, "Oh, this is Chinese calligraphy. It was a gift from my friend, you know, my neighbor. It means 'Double Happiness.'"
Chuckling, Josh said, "Well, I guess this is a good place for it, over the bed, except you might want to hang it more securely," and then elbowing her lightly, added, "A little more to the left and we could have had a serious problem!"
Leah laughed. "I promise to take care of it!"
More seriously, Josh spoke, "That's what this night will always mean to me, Leah. Double Happiness."
Putting the picture aside, Leah snuggled up close. "What was that you were saying to yourself? Nice guys finish last?"
Mortified, Josh answered, "Oh, that. I didn't realize I was saying it aloud. I was trying to slow myself down, waiting for you to . . . you know."
"Ah!" replied Leah, with understanding. "In this case, I guess it's true that nice guys DO finish last." Leah giggled. "For which I am very thankful. But you mustn't think that all the time, Josh."
"It just popped into my head, something my stepbrother liked to say to me, to taunt me when we were fighting, his way of calling me a sucker or a chump, I guess. I honestly don't know why it came to mind," Josh said, wanting to change the subject.
Sticking to her guns, Leah continued, "Guys that aren't nice may get to the top of the heap through selfishness and greed, but, what do they have in the end? I mean, how can they trust anyone? They end up feeling lonely. Even if they're not alone. Because they've been fakers and using people, they must always assume that others are using them. Maybe they have lots of toys, but you can't take those with you in the end. A nice guy is someone who cares about others and is true to himself; it doesn't mean being a pushover. Maybe jerks would judge a nice guy as coming in last, but for what really counts, relationships and being at peace with life? Oh, never last!" Leah stroked Josh's face tenderly, "I hope you'll always be a nice guy, Josh."
They held each other and kissed some more. Josh felt appreciated, like honey was filling him up inside. Nobody in his family ever made him feel appreciated. Not like this. He could grow to like it. He started to doze off. Leah reminded Josh with a little shake that she needed to drive him home.
Panicking, Josh exclaimed, "Aw, jeez. Look at the time! It's past my curfew."
Continued in Part Three
