Amber eyes drifted from the small black print of her Anatomy textbook to her companion, Private Jeremy Sherwood. The two were currently occupying the couch in the Holden living room, with Emmalin lying on her stomach with her side resting close against her boyfriend.
"You're staring at me." Jeremy accused, stroking his girlfriend's cheek softly
"I was worried you feel asleep." The seventeen year old giggled. "On you? Never." He promised, kissing her forehead. "I hate Anatomy. If I don't pass this test with flying colors, my grade will drop to a B and then my parents will make me quit hockey." The Army Brat pouted. "You don't hate Anatomy, you hate the way you're being taught Anatomy." Jeremy explained. He'd graduated high school with a 4.0 and Valedictorian, but that didn't mean his tools of learning where conventional. Only the best got accepted to West Point.
"Not quite sure I understand what you mean Jeremy." Emmalin smiled, her fingers stroking his dog tags affectionately. "Baby, that textbook is what you hate. You can't learn about something physical through a book, you need to learn firsthand." Jeremy chuckled, twirling a lock of her long dark hair around his index finger. "Firsthand?" Ohhh, she understood now...he was frisky. Not that Jeremy being frisky was anything out of the normal. Though Emmalin really had no room to talk, she was pretty notorious for randomly reaching over and smacking or squeezing his butt...she was even more notorious for getting caught in the act by his father, Colonel Sherwood. "Yeah, I guarantee that if I taught you Anatomy you'd love it... and you'd pass that test." His husky breath tickled her ear. She knew it would go no farther than a tug of a belt loop or a pat on the ass, despite how badly they both wanted each other.
"Well then, what's taking you so long Professor? Let's start the lesson." The Army Brat decided to play along. What could it hurt? He graduated top in his class, apparently Jeremy had done something right back in high school. And besides all of this reading was giving her a headache, it was break time. "Well unbutton your blouse and we'll begin." He chuckled, adjusting their positions so he was resting between her long, slender legs. Emmalin was more than happy to comply, sliding apart the first four buttons of her shirt, leaving the rest for Jeremy, which he undid wordlessly. Large warm hands pulled the neckline of her top open making the fabric slip down her shoulder and reveal a red lacy bra that left little of her ta-ta's to the imagination. The Private pulled the shirt away slowly. His skilled fingers pulled down one of Emmalin's bra straps tugging the red string off her shoulders and down to her elbow, before moving on to the next one. His arms wrapped around her torso to skillfully undo the clasp, he pulled the red lace away from her curvy form. Jeremy's warm lips kissed the hallow behind Emmalin's ear. His rough, calloused fingers pulled her long hair out of the way and off of her creamy sunkissed skin. "This is your neck, and it's primary function is to support your head. The muscle that's mainly responsible for that is the sternomatoid muscle." He whispered against the side of her neck. So close that she could feel his Adam's Apple vibrate against her collar. His lips kissed down her throat gently, licking and sucking the tender skin. She knew from past experiences that her boyfriend was a big fan of leaving dark burgundy hickeys everywhere. Emmalin wondered if maybe this was how that whole vampire trend had gotten started? "Your shoulder muscles right here are called deltoids, they're the rounded contours. Their main purpose is to move your arms." Jeremy's long fingers danced over her shoulders, his trail of sensual kisses following not long after. A moan tore from her rosy lips as she felt his moist tongue slide down her shoulder.
"And your chest captivity here has lots and lot of muscles, baby. Like the pectoralis major, the fan shaped muscle on the chest. Your's aren't very visible under your breasts." The Military Man chuckle huskily against her collar, planting a kiss or two while there.
"Then show me your's, Jeremy." Emmalin tugged the soldier's blue shirt over his head, quickly freeing him of the cotton tee. Jeremy's dog tags jingled as they hit his chest. Her fingers and lips glided across the soldier's well developed pecs. Her lips sucking on one of his cocoa colored nipples lightly. "My personal favorite, your breasts or mammary gland, aren't made of any muscle. They're milk producing glands and a complex network of branching ducts which exit from the nipple. One day when you have kids, they'll latch onto the nipple for breastfeeding." Jeremy explained, his lips suckling her unclothed breasts, "And the pigmented area surroundings the nipple is called the areola and they contain these small sweat glands that give off moisture to lube you up before breastfeeding... But until then your tits are mostly here for my entertainment." His tongue glided over the sensitive bud, before he slid the whole nipple into his warm mouth. Emmalin moaned softly and arched into Jeremy's lips, her fingers running through his short hair. He always knew just what to do to drive her wild. If she hadn't been lying down her knees would've buckled.
"And what about these?" Emmalin asked, one hand gliding down Jeremy's muscled arm. Tracing the firm tan skin there.
"Those are my triceps brachii, or just triceps, below my deltoids." Her fingers danced on the muscle there as he explained. "And your Adam's Apple, Jeremy?" Soft, pink lips suckled the bump on his throat, a dark hickey quickly forming. "Not a muscle, thyroid cartilage." Jeremy groaned, fingers tangling in Emmalin's long locks pulling her as close as possible. "And your forearms?" Her melodious voice whispered against his cheek, leaving a sweet kiss there. "Brachioradialis. They're what I use to hold onto you, baby." the Soldier teased, capturing her lips with his. Jeremy gently licked the seventeen year old's bottom lip, a heated battle of tongues ensuing shortly after. "Hmm...you know Professor Sherwood poking people in the thigh is hardly appropriate behavior for the classroom." Emmalin teased, looking down at the very, very obvious tent in Jeremy's jeans. Her curiosity was set ablaze, she hadn't actually ever seen one before. Well she knew Jeremy was, erm, perfectly healthy because she had felt them before...err well sat on them before. "Well sorry." Jeremy teased, kissing the inside of her arm. He groaned when Emmalin began toggling the zipper to his jeans, pulling the metal slider up and down repeatedly. Her slender fingers rubbed him through the light blue denim, this was the farthest she had ever gone before. "Mmmhh someone's a happy trooper but he had better not deploy his little soldiers!" Emmalin laughed, kissing Jeremy's cheek. "Ha ha ha. Very funny, baby." The Private said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Ohh I'm just getting started...you like me, you really like me!", Emmalin laughed, pulling on the rim of his green boxers which peeked out of the top of his jeans "Or how about, Is that a roll of quarter in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" The Army Brat punned, kissing her boyfriend's lips. That was just another day with Jeremy and Emmalin. Thanks to Jeremy, Emmalin passed her test with flying colors. Despite playing teacher, Jeremy also learned something from their little study session...that for a virgin, Emmalin had a surprisingly large arsenal of boner jokes at her disposal.