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Chapter 30 – Super Soakers For the Win - SMUT
Michelle blinked and looked around slightly confused. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and let her eyes slide closed as Legates' smell surrounded her. Pushing the blankets off, she got out of the bed and walked around the bookcases to the main part of the room. Techie snorted, rolled over and started snoring. Listening carefully, Michelle didn't hear anyone in the bathroom. She knocked lightly and got no response. Opening the door, she went in and used the bathroom.
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Legates entered the dorms carrying a box and three coffees. He heard the guys in the lounge and stopped in the doorway. He glared at Davis, Addison and Wilson. They looked at him with innocent looks on their face.
"What the hell is wrong with the three .
of you?" Legates said in a low angry tone.
"Aww, come on, dude, it was just a prank," Wilson said, laughing.
"You were going to tie her to the bed," Legates snarled.
"Yeah as a joke," Davis said. Legates growled and stalked towards them.
"You were going to TIE her to the bed," he said with a loud emphasis on the word tie. They swallowed and looked up at him.
"It was just a joke, dude," Addison said almost pleadingly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys? She was tied to a chair, you assholes," Legates snapped at them. Their eyes widened as they realized what they had almost done.
"Shit, oh my God. It was only meant as a joke," Davis said.
"Well, just stay away from us when we're in my room," Legates snapped, spinning around, and leaving the room.
He climbed the stairs and headed down the hall towards his room. He used his fingers to open the door and pushed it open with his hip. Michelle was coming out of the bathroom when he entered. He grinned at the sight of her standing up while wearing his tee shirt. The sleeves fell to the middle of her forearms and it looked as if her elbows were hooked in the armpit of the shirt.
It fell to her knees and pretty much hung on her like a sack. When he snickered, she jumped making him chuckle. He walked to the counter and set the box and coffees down. She drifted towards him sniffing appreciatively at the coffee.
"Mmm, coffee," she said quietly. He handed her a cup and pointed to the box.
"Didn't know what kind you liked so I got crullers," he told her.
"That's fine but won't hold me over for long," she smirked at him.
"Well we need to go to Target so we'll get something to eat while we're out," he told her.
"I hope to God you got me some coffee," Techie mumbled as he stumbled past them to the bathroom. Michelle's eyes widened and she bit back a laugh at the sight of Techie walking around in his boxers.
"Techie, you could have at least worn shorts," Legates grumbled.
Techie scratched his butt and kept on walking. Michelle burst into laughter when she saw him scratching himself.
"Good Lord," she muttered between bouts of laughter.
She reached in the box and plucked out a doughnut. Techie came out of the bathroom and walked towards them.
"Why should I have to wear shorts when all she is wearing is your tee shirt?" Techie pointed out, picking his coffee up off the counter.
"Because I am wearing more than one piece of clothing and there's no chance that my private parts are going to pop out," Michelle said, taking a bite of her doughnut. Techie looked down at himself and snorted.
"Unless you're wearing girls sleeping boxers there is a slit in the front for easy access. Which means that any given point you could pop out," Michelle said, while relishing her doughnut.
"Am I the only one that thinks it's weird that my girlfriend is talking about my friend's underpants and trouser snake?"
A yes and no answer were given to him simultaneously. He looked at Michelle with a stunned expression. She didn't think it was weird to talk about Techie's junk.
"What? It's not like I'm admiring. I'm just pointing out that he could fall out of his boxers," she said, shrugging.
"Sometimes, sweetheart, I have to wonder about you," Legates told her.
Looking at him, she shrugged. Taking her coffee, she disappeared around the bookcases. They heard her shuffling around and a snap, a zip and then another snap. She came back around the bookcases dressed except for socks and shoes.
"Okay, so if you can get dressed that quick why in the hell does it take a woman forever to get ready for a date?" Techie said, sweeping his hand wide as he asked.
Michelle ignored his question and walked to the counter. Setting her coffee down, she leaned over and pulled on one sock then the other. Legates shifted around until he could see down the square neckline of her sweater.
"Josh, you don't have to sneak peeks while I'm bent over. That's the bonus of having sex with me. You get to see them whenever you want," she told him as she pulled on her shoes.
He grinned and Techie smacked him on the shoulder. When she straightened up, she grabbed her coffee and looked expectantly at Legates.
"We going somewhere?" Legates asked her teasingly.
"Yep, you're taking me to get something to shower with or you're taking me home," she said.
"And if I don't want to do either?" He asked, still teasing her. Techie shook his head and looked at the ceiling.
"Well, then you'll be sleeping with someone who smells like Techie since you and he use the same body wash," Michelle said, waving her coffee towards Techie.
Both men scrunched their faces and shuddered. She smirked at Legates and raised an eyebrow.
"I could always just walk down the block and take the metro home," she jokingly threatened. He held his hands up and stepped back.
"I was just teasing," he said.
"Uh huh," she supplied, grinning with her victory.
He picked up his coffee, another doughnut, and waved her towards the door. They were walking down the hall when calls of 'doing the walk of shame' came from open doors. Reaching the end of the hall, Michelle spun around and glared down the hallway.
"You are just jealous you didn't get any last night. It's pathetic," she hollered down the hall, squelching back her laughter at their antics.
Heads popped out of their doors and Legates triumphantly smirked at them. Laughing, he followed her down the stairway.
"Guess they won't be doing that again," he laughed.
She snorted and continued down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs the door flew open and almost slammed into her. Legates pulled her back before the door hit her. Jackson barreled through the doorway.
"Jackson," Legates barked, causing Jackson to freeze.
Jackson looked around and saw Michelle standing there with coffee down the front of her with a scowl on her face.
"Dammit," she whined in exasperation, pulling the sweater away from her skin.
"I'm sorry," Jackson said apologetically. She growled at him and handed her cup to Legates.
"You okay?" Legates asked her, knowing that the coffee was really hot. She hissed as she pulled at the sweater.
"Yeah," she said, through clenched teeth
He ushered her through the door, glaring at Jackson. He led her to the car and set the cups on top. After unlocking the door, he picked the cups up and put them in the cup holders in the middle console. Leaning over, he unlocked the door and she climbed in. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes narrowed.
"You sure you are okay?" He asked her concern written on his face.
"Oh my skin is fine, only slightly burnt," he winced at her statement, "it's the coffee all over my favorite sweater that has me pissy," she said.
"Okay, we'll get you something else to wear," he said, not knowing what to say.
"Ungh," she grunted. Sighing, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked in a low voice. She glanced up at him with a frown.
"Do you want me to go home? I can if you want," she said. He could hear the slight sound of rejection in her voice.
"God, no. I just thought you'd want to I don't know," he said, gesturing towards her sweater.
"I just want to take a shower, wash my underwear and now my bra and throw this sweater in the trash," she said with a sigh.
"Okay," he said, pulling into the Target parking lot.
Parking the car, he waited while she climbed out. He locked her door then climbed out himself. They walked across the parking lot and into the building. He followed her to the shampoo and body wash aisle.
"I never really understood why you women need so many types of shampoo, conditioners whatever they're for. And what the hell is a hot oil treatment. Jeez. Oh and let's not forget the shimmering body wash whatever the hell that is," he said, picking it up and showing it to her.
She cracked up and rolled her eyes at him. A woman a few feet down snickered at him. Sighing, Michelle grabbed a bottle of Caress Velvet and dumped it in the basket she was holding. He pulled it out and flipped the lid open and sniffed suspiciously.
"This isn't what you normally use," he said.
"No, it's my second choice. My usual body wash is bought from a store in the mall. And if we went there we might as well go back to my place and get mine," she told him.
Shrugging, he flipped it closed and dropped it back in the basket. She walked down the aisle and snagged two bottles from the shelf and dumped them in the basket. Going around the corner, she snagged a trial size container of deodorant and a toothbrush with a carrier.
"Okay, now we grab a pack of small black tee shirts and we're good," she grumbled.
"Why black?" He asked curiously, following her.
"Several reasons. One you can wear any colored bra under it, two if they're guys shirts then you don't have to worry about anyone seeing them in your drawers and three black looks good on me," she said, moving towards the guys clothes.
He steered her to the packages of shirts. She picked up a pack of tee shirts and dumped them in the basket. They went to the checkout where they bumped and pushed each other to pay for the items.
The cashier was laughing at the pair as they fought over who would pay. Michelle managed to get her money out faster. The cashier took her cash and handed her the change. Legates pouted all the way out to the car.
"Stop pouting, Honey," she said with a grin. He continued to pout all the way back to the car.
"Tell you what, let's get you back to the dorms so you can shower and change. Then we'll get something to eat," he said. She nodded and looked forlornly at her sweater.
"I really liked this sweater," she pouted.
"Can't you just wash it? I mean it doesn't really show," Legates said, trying to soothe her.
"I would have had to go back up to the dorm room and rinse it out right when it was spilled. It's dried on and the sugar has crystallized. So, it's shot," she grumped, pulling lightly at the stain.
"We'll get you another one," he said. She snorted and shook her head.
"I doubt you could find another one. This sweater is like ten years old," she said.
"Well, looks like Jackson has something to do in his free time now," Legates said, growling just a little. She shook her head and frowned.
"Don't worry about it. I'll get over it. Maybe a trip to the mall with Tanya will fix it," she said. He shook his head and frowned.
When they arrived at his dorm, she got out, locked the door, leaned down, and stuck her tongue out at him.
"I learn quick," she said, laughing. They walked into the barracks and were headed up the stairs when Brown spotted them.
"Uh, Michelle, food and drink go in your mouth not on your shirt," he pointed out. She glared at him and stalked past.
"Way to go, dipshit," Legates said, smacking him as he walked past.
He caught up to Michelle outside the door to his hallway. They walked down the hallway ignoring calls coming from the rooms. Shaking her head, Michelle rolled her eyes.
"You know if I didn't know these guys I might be offended," she told him.
"If you didn't know the guys they wouldn't be doing it," he told her with a laugh. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
They stepped into the room and he set the bags down on the bed. She bent over and pulled a towel from under the bookcase. Legates watched her methodically go through everything and organize what she needed in what order. She disappeared without a word into the bathroom. He picked up her sweater from the floor where she had thrown it.
Not seeing a tag on the neckline, he turned it inside out. There was a tag on the seam running up the side, flipping it over he groaned at the dry clean only words on it. Sighing, he stood up and walked to the bathroom door. He knocked lightly and waited for an answer. When he got none, he cracked the door and heard the shower running. He opened the door a little and stuck his face in.
"Michelle?"
"Josh?" She said in return in that smart ass tone he liked so much.
"I have to go do something real quick. I'll be right back," he told her.
"Mmkay," she said.
He smirked at the sight of her bra and panties hanging on the towel rack, he liked it. Closing the door, he picked the sweater back up and walked out of the room. Jogging down the hall, down the stairs and out of the building, he got in his car. Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the strip mall on base.
Yep, still there. He got out and walked to the dry cleaners. The bell over the door tinkled when he walked in. A woman appeared from behind a door with a smile.
"What can I help you with?" She asked with a wide smile.
"Someone spilled coffee on my girlfriend's sweater and I was wondering if you could save it," Legates said, placing the sweater on the counter.
The woman picked the sweater up and laid it out flat on the counter. She scraped a nail across the coffee stain and sighed.
"I'll see what I can do but the coffee has dried on the sweater. It would have been better if you'd soaked it right away," she said, picking up a ticket.
Legates shifted from one foot to the other. He wasn't about to explain why they hadn't. She filled out the ticket and handed it to him.
"Please fill out the contact information," she said.
Legates picked up the pen and filled out the information. The woman behind the counter rolled her eyes at his handwriting.
"I swear there must be a scribbling class the military makes mandatory," she muttered. Legates bit back a chuckle.
"We'll give you a call," she said.
Legates gave her a clipped nod and left the shop. Getting back into his car, he drove back to the barracks. When he entered the room, Michelle was wearing her jeans and a tee shirt. She was finger combing her hair and grumbling.
"What's wrong, darlin'?" He asked her, watching her work through her hair.
"Nothing really. I just forgot to buy a comb. I usually have my purse and there's one in there. But I didn't carry my purse with me just my wallet," she said.
He paused for a second then his face lit up. He walked to the closet and opened the doors. Leaning in, he started digging around and explaining. Michelle could barely hear him since his head was in the closet.
"When we came back from Afghanistan, our stuff got delayed in Germany for some reason. So they gave us a pack of basics to get us by until our stuff arrived. There was a brush and a comb in there. Which of course I didn't need. My hair doesn't really require it...well occasionally but mostly no," he said. She was trying not to laugh at his rambling, especially since he was rambling about his hair.
"Here they are," he crowed as he backed out of the closet. He handed them to her and her eyes lit up at the sight of the boar's hair bristle brush.
"Ohh someone loved you guys," she crooned, taking the brush from his hands.
He laughed, leaned back into the closet and stuck the comb back where it came from. He flopped down on the bed causing her to bounce. She squealed in laughter at the motion. When she was finished, she set the brush down and crawled up next to him. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down on his chest.
Pushing his fingers in her hair on the side of her head, he pulled her mouth down to his. Taking her lips in a kiss, he tugged on her bottom lip with his. She hmmd in pleasure at the feel of his mouth on hers. She slid her leg over his hips so she was straddling him in a draped form. He groaned as she rubbed against him. She poked his tongue with hers and he answered the teasing with some of his own. Pulling back, she leaned over and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
"Paybacks," she whispered, causing him to get hard instantly as her breath whispered across his ear.
"Ummm you like that?" She whispered again, causing his eyes to roll back. She placed open mouth kisses down his neck, lightly licking until she reached his neckline.
"No fair you're wearing too many clothes," she whined. He grunted and reached between them and yanked his shirt up and over his head.
"Now who is wearing too many clothes," he growled gleefully, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She sat up so she was straddling him and pulled her shirt over her head.
"Okay, put your shirt back on and do that again," he said huskily.
She laughed and leaned down resting her weight on her hand. Sliding down, she placed her mouth on his collar bone and felt him suck in a breath. Lightly running her tongue across it, she felt his hips twitch. Storing that away, she moved lower and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Nothing not a twitch, message received.
Looking at his tattoo, she smiled and used the tip of her tongue to trace the dragons there. He groaned as her tongue moved across his tattoo. He'd never had a woman lick his tattoo and it felt incredible, pleasure shot from his chest to his abdomen. As she moved down his stomach, she felt his muscles bunch and twitch.
He groaned at the feeling of her tongue and breasts brushing his stomach. She moved back up his stomach, placing soft kisses across his chest, up his neck and then on his mouth. He pushed his hips up into her and heard her groan. Thoughts of him thrusting into her caused her to feel heat pool between her legs.
Sliding down his legs, she stopped when she reached his feet. Hooking her fingers at his heel, she pulled one shoe off then the other. Pulling at his toes, she yanked his socks off. He was already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. She leaned forward, reached up, hooked her fingers in the waistband and began pulling his jeans and underwear down.
Her eyes fell on his erection and she licked her lips. He saw her do that and almost lost it right then and there. She continued pulling his jeans and underwear off until they were completely off. Tossing them on the floor, she stood up at the end of the bed and pulled her jeans off. Legates watched as her zipper came down followed by her jeans.
Just the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear made him impossibly harder. She slid back up his legs letting her breasts brush his knees as she moved up. He sucked in a breath and let his eyes drift closed. She smirked when she saw his eyes close. He felt her hand wrap around his shaft and his hips bucked involuntarily. He let out a low groan when her thumb slid across his tip.
"For the love of-" he cut his own exclamation off with a groan as her lips wrapped around him.
He started gasping for breath when her tongue began to swirl around his tip. He stilled his hips when he almost thrust into her mouth. He went cross eyed when she actually started sucking. He pulled his hips back dislodging him from her mouth. She moved up his body making sure her breasts hit him every chance she got.
"Sorry, thought I'd try. Been told I'm not good at that," she muttered, kissing his neck.
"Jesus holy Mary mother of God," he said in absolute shock.
When she sat upright on his stomach he could feel her wetness. Reaching out, he lifted her by her waist and held her over himself. She put her knees down and carefully straddled him a little unsure of what he wanted. He lined himself up with her and used one hand to push her down. She slowly sank onto him, her eyes drifting closed with pleasure.
When he was firmly entrenched in her, she let her head fall back with a moan. He put his hands on her hips and started guiding her. She picked up the rhythm and he removed his hands. He gripped the sheets next to him as he watched her ride. Michelle felt the pleasure shoot up from her center and moaned. She needed just a little more. Reaching down, she began to finger her clit.
Legates clenched the sheets as she pleasured herself while riding him. His hand slid up and cupped her breast. She moaned low in her throat and he knew she was close. He put his hands on her hips and began to thrust up into her. He felt the tell tale fluttering of her walls then she clenched around him, her back bowed forwards, her nipples puckered tight, and her head fell back.
The image before him would be used when he masturbated for years and he knew it. He began to thrust faster as he felt his own orgasm building. Her head shot up and her back bowed again as another orgasm rolled over her like an ocean wave. He felt her clench around him again and he lost his rhythm, his mind and all semblance of control.
Growling, he thrust up into her and exploded. She leaned forward, caught her weight on her arms and lowered herself to his chest. Both lay panting for a few minutes. He placed a soft kiss at her temple and she hummed in satisfaction.
"I think I like that position," she said huskily.
"Me too," he agreed wholeheartedly. She lifted her head a little and looked at him.
"You didn't think it was gross that I touched myself?" She asked in an uncertain tone.
"Hell NO! That was hot. I almost blew my load when I saw you do that," he growled, dropping a kiss on her lips.
"You'd be the first," she murmured.
"Jesus, you were with some screwed up guys," he said.
"I'm sorry. I feel needy and inexperienced," she said almost too quiet for him to hear.
"Michelle, I don't expect you to be experienced. You've already told me that you've only been with two guys. Besides not everyone likes the same things so what may work for one guy may not work for another," he said, dropping kisses on her forehead every other word. He chuckled when her stomach growled.
"Okay, okay, I didn't get you breakfast and now it's lunch time. What do you want?" He asked her with an indulgent smile. She smiled sleepily at him for a moment before answering.
"Cheeseburger," she said sleepily.
"Like a McDonalds' cheeseburger or like a diner cheeseburger?" He asked her as he watched her eyes drifting closed.
"Diner," she murmured.
He laughed softly and kissed her forehead. He wiggled out from under her and pulled the blankets over her. After pulling on his clothes, he left the room and headed down the hallway. He paused when he saw Goodman, Wilson and Perkins standing there laughing. They stopped when he approached. Legates smelled a rat and wasn't happy about it.
"You guys, and I mean every last man in this unit stays the hell away from that room," Legates said with a scowl on his face.
"Yes, sir," they said, saluting in a 3rd Rock from the Sun style. Shaking his head, Legates walked off leaving them there laughing.
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Michelle was drifting in that foggy half sleep zone when she heard a knocking on the door. Ignoring it, she went back to fog land. It came again. Grumbling, she pulled on a tee shirt and jeans. Opening the door, she glared at Goodman who was standing there smiling at her.
"Goodman, what the hell do you want?" She asked, getting ready to have a snit fit.
He stood there smiling then stepped to the left. Perkins and Wilson suddenly filled the doorway, before she realized what was going on they opened fire on her with Super Soakers. They laughed then belted off down the hallway still laughing.
"Oh, hell no," she screeched partially in anger and partially in laughter.
She came out of the room at a full on run. Stretching her legs, she vaulted and landed on Perkins' back. He fell forward when her weight landed on his back. Jamming her legs over his shoulders and locking her feet on his back, she sat on his shoulders.
"Dear God, Woman, get off me," he hollered.
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Legates was coming back up the stairs when he heard Perkins yelling in the hallway. Sighing, he opened the door to see Michelle dripping wet, pinning Perkins to the floor.
"Get er-" Perkins was cut off when Michelle lifted up then slammed her butt down on his shoulder blades. Legates gave up and burst into laughter.
"Baby...why...are...you...wet?" Legates asked Michelle, between laughing.
"These," bounce, "assholes," bounce, " shot me," bounce, " with a Super Soaker," she bounced one more time.
She didn't see the door at the end of the hall open. She looked up when she heard an unfamiliar voice laughing near the door. She shot a glare at the young man carrying a green beret.
"Not very sniper like there, Perkins," the guy said as he walked past them.
"Shut, omph, up, omph, Maggs," Perkins said, Michelle bouncing on him between each word.
Legates finally took pity on Perkins and set the bag of food down then lifted Michelle forcibly off Perkins. Perkins scrabbled out from under her and high tailed it from the hallway into his room. Michelle lunging towards him as he ran.
"Come on, Baby. I got you some food," Legates wheedled, she paused for half a second before pulling out of Legates' hands and sprinting down the hall after Perkins.
Legates stood in the hallway laughing at poor Perkins' fate. Michelle came to a skidding halt to see Goodman on a bed in the room Perkins had disappeared into. She belted towards him and landed on his chest her knees pinning his arms down.
"What the fuc-" he hollered. Michelle leaned over him and growled in his face. Legates stood leaning in the doorway laughing.
"Get her off me," Goodman hollered as Michelle glared at him promising death.
"She's dripping on me," Goodman whined. Perkins came out of the bathroom, spun on his heel and went right back in.
"If I could stop laughing I'd get her off you but..." Legates said, laughing even harder. Techie walked up behind Legates and tried to see around him.
"What the hell is going on?" Techie asked, bobbing and weaving trying to see around Legates.
Legates stepped into the room and to the left slightly. Techie saw Michelle pinning Goodman to the bed, dripping all over him and growling.
"They supersoaked her," Legates said.
"Aren't they supposed to run after they do that?" Techie asked, rubbing the back of his head trying not to laugh. Legates rubbed his hand down his mouth.
"They did. She caught Perkins in the hallway and I couldn't keep a hold of her. She chased Perkins in here; he's locked in the bathroom by the way, and found Goodman instead. It would seem he's in on it," Legates said, gasping for breath between bouts of laughter.
"Aren't you guys supposed to be highly trained Special Ops?" Techie asked Goodman from his place near the door.
"We are, we just didn't expect such a reaction," he said calmly, hoping it would calm her down.
"Are you going to get her off me, Legates?" Goodman whined lightly in Legates direction.
"Nahh, I'm going to go eat my burger, her burger, and the brownie cake with coconut icing I got her," Legates said cheerfully. Michelle jerked her head up and glared at him.
"You wouldn't dare," she said. He waggled the bag then turned on his heel and left the room. Michelle pushed down with her knees and glared at Goodman.
"You'd better be glad I missed breakfast," she said forcefully.
Getting off him, she left the room and followed Legates down the hall. She followed him into his room pouting at having to choose.
"So, what were you going to do to Goodman?" Legates asked as he unloaded the bag, handing her a Styrofoam container.
"Well, I was going to hold him down and let a long string of drool fall towards his face," she said sarcastically.
Legates stopped digging and looked at her with a grossed out look on his face. She sighed and walked back to his bed to sit down.
"I was kidding, Josh, jeez do you think I'd actually do something that gross?" She asked him rhetorically since the question had already been answered.
He came around the corner carrying his own container and two sodas. Sitting down near the head of the bed, he crossed his legs Indian style and set the sodas down on the night table then turned his container sideways. She opened her container and picked up her burger. She took an appreciative bite and chewed slowly.
"Well, at least you aren't one of those frufru girls that eat salads all the time," he said, grinning.
"Yeah, but I spend twice as much time at the gym as those frufru girls," she muttered, sucking mustard off her pinkie.
He felt himself growing hard at the sight of her lips wrapped around her finger. She caught him staring and raised her eyebrows.
"You know if you don't want me to do that anymore you just have to say so," she said in a low tone as she looked at her cheeseburger.
"What kind of crack are you smoking?" He asked her, after swallowing the bite of food he'd taken.
"Excuse me?" She asked, looking up at him in surprise. He leaned forward and looked her dead in the eye.
"Any guy who told you that you didn't do it right was wrong. W-R-O-N-G. Unless you were using teeth but even then there are some guys who like that. The reason I pulled out was because I was about to finish before you did and that's not good. And because we hadn't talked about that. Some women don't like it when a guy cums in their mouth," he said, shrugging.
"Wouldn't know never had it happen," she said, mimicking his shrug.
"Their loss for not letting you finish what you start. Me, I'll thank God at the top of my lungs anytime you want to wrap your sweet lips around me," he said in a rasping voice.
"Hmmm sounds like that could be fun," she said blithely, as she took a bite of her cheeseburger.
Michelle remained silent as she finished her cheeseburger and mentally chewed on his words. She had always thought that sex was just what it was. Sex with him was different than she'd ever had before. It was less structured more free, open and a lot more fun. Finally, she cocked her head and looked at him.
"So what are the ground rules. Everyone has some in bed," she said.
He looked at her and gave her a small smile. This sounded like she was going to use him to explore and that was A okay with him.
"No pain, no anal anything, and no teeth on my boys," he said, eating a French fry.
"Well we're in agreement there well mostly. No pain, no anal, that is an exit only area and I wouldn't know about teeth. Never had them there," she said, dipping her French fry in mustard and ketchup mix. He watched in fascination as she ate her fry.
"That's just gross," he said, pointing at her with his fry.
"What?" She asked, looking at him in confusion.
"Mustard on fries. That's just plain wrong," he said, shaking his head and laughing.
She snorted, dipped another fry and took a bite. He chuckled at her and finished his fries. Getting up, he threw away his container and sat back down on the bed. Toeing off his shoes, he pulled his legs up on the bed. He leaned against the wall and laid one leg sideways on the bed and bent his other knee with his foot flat on the bed. Reaching over, he picked up his soda and opened it.
A/N: Tomorrow we'll have...questions, chain yanking, treatment, Klonopin and Ketamine, questions better not asked, interruptions, cupcakes, brownies, ego stroking, Smut, phone calls, nightmares, flying soda bottles, poker, belching, farting, stealing, glowing in the dark, laundry, whipped, dirty brownies, winning, falling over, monsters, threat of icing, possession, chocolate and bacon, books, notes, and doing the dirty.