Time elapsed, and now, the students at Cipes University were a few days away from winter break. Every student registered for classes for the spring semester, wrapped up their finals, and were preparing for the holidays.
The Titans managed to beat the remaining teams in the playoffs, bringing the Titans their first championship since four years ago. Everyone was in good spirits for the most part.
It was a Friday morning, Garfield had the day off, and Rachel didn't have class until the afternoon. Garfield groaned as a golden, warm band of sunlight played over his eyelids. He rolled on his side, rubbing last night's sleep out of his eyes.
The first thing he noticed, as that Rachel wasn't next to him in the bed. For a while, they couple slept on Rachel's bed, as Garfield's was mounted with clothes and comics.
The green adolescent got up from the mattress. He heard the shower in the bathroom running. The steam seeped through the cracks of the door, and into the area right before the entrance.
Garfield pushed open the door as quietly as possible. Upon entering the bathroom, he eyed a silhouette of Rachel behind the curtain. He watches her quietly for a second; her hands go up and clean the other arm, she brings her hands back down to lather her body, then progresses to her legs and feet.
Garfield peels off his t-shirt and boxers. He gradually opens the curtain, and steps in the shower. Rachel is facing the shower head with eyes closed. Garfield uses this chance to tenderly place his hands on her hips.
He whispers affectionately in her ear, "Good morning, Rae."
Rachel isn't necessarily frightened, but she was caught completely off guard.
"Hey..."
She doesn't question why in the world Garfield is in the shower with her. Rachel couldn't mind anyway. He's seen her naked body before, and has touched her most private places.
Garfield uses his hands and lifts Rachel's violet tresses. Her hair is damp, all the more resembling a purple waterfall that cascaded down to her shoulders. He angles himself in, kissing the nape of her neck. He pecks her flesh with care, gradually advancing to the slope of her neck.
"How are you feeling?" he questions between soft kisses.
"Good. Better that you're here."
"Is that so?" Garfield smiles, tickling his nose into her neck, causing Rachel to giggle.
"Mhmm..."
Rachel leans her neck back and to the side a small degree, permitting Garfield more access. His basil hands trace up from Rachel's hips, up the sides of her abdomen, and back down to her hips. He's feeling her, taking in the slickness of the water against her thick, healthy flesh. He breaks his lips from her neck, peppering her shoulder blades, and upper back.
A delicate moan leaves Rachel's mouth, whilst her lips curve into a pleased smile.
"How... are you feeling?"
Rachel forgets she's bathing. Her touch, smell, hearing, sight, and taste are drawn to Garfield like a magnet and iron. All of her senses are ensnared by her lover.
The soap on her body and washcloth in her hand become completely numb to her sense of touch. The pitter-patter of the water showering from above, the aroma of her bath soap, and the very floor she's standing on seems just as important as background music.
"I'm doin' jus' fine, Rae. Just fine."
"Glad to hear it." Rachel faces Garfield, clasping her lips with his own.
Her hands travel to his green nest of hair. Rachel's fingers mess around and play with his curls, while gliding slightly on the sides of his face.
Garfield pulls Rachel closer, and delves his tongue deeper into her mouth. Their mouths massage against one another. Their tongues stroke over the arch of the other mouth, back inside, and around the interior outline of each other's mouth. The kiss was positively open-mouthed, steamy, and leisurely paced.
Between the kiss, the two exchanged soft phrases of affection, laughs, and smiles.
Garfield and Rachel took their time kissing each other. They kissed like how someone would kiss at a red light. In no rush to hurry to go to the next place, and in a way that caused time to freeze momentarily.
Rachel's hands journey to his neck, the upper part of his chiseled back, to his shoulders. Everywhere Rachel touched Garfield, she brought suds of soap to his skin. Her fingerpads memorize his design as she feels him, every dent, line, dip, and slant he has.
The steam is pasting to their skin, water is streaming down through their hair, down their bodies and backs, which just turn the both of them on even more.
Garfield nipped on Rachel's swollen, pink lips, sure enough to leave bruises of passion. The kiss develops, it keeps its intimacy, but it grows harder and hotter.
The breathing gets harder.
The steam gets thicker.
And they love it.
Garfield huffs, pinning Rachel against the wall of the bath, causing her to gasp. He pins her wrists above her head, and lets his lips brush her ears, then tugs her earlobe with his teeth.
"Are we done playing innocent, now?" he gives the slant of her jaw one kiss, and eases away to gaze into her eyes.
The dark emerald of Garfield's eyes complimented Rachel's deep purple. To each other, Rachel and Garfield were that sunset outside of a window someone couldn't stop looking at. Garfield slid his tongue through his lips, dropping his gaze to Rachel's lips.
He ran his available index finger across her bottom slowly, watching it shake slightly under his touch.
"Innocent isn't a part of my vocabulary." Rachel smirks, shooting her boyfriend a quick wink.
"Good, 'cuz I'm about to teach you some new words." he smiled back seductively.
Garfield is a soft dominant, just how Rachel likes him to be. He takes care of her, calls her adorable names, but he doesn't hesitate to take the game in his own hands and lead it excellently.
The two kiss once more. Garfield releases Rachel's hands from above her head, then they drop to his body. He presses another series of kisses into Rachel's skin, and she rewards him a shaky sigh of delight.
Rachel's breasts are bulbous and ripe. Her dark nipples are projected above her pale mounds, and harden as Garfield lets his fingers wander over them— in a circular motion. He watches Rachel's face crease in pleasure, and knows he is on the right track. With great care, he kneads Rachel's left breast under his hand. The girl writhes, breathing something inaudible.
In the meanwhile, Rachel's hands are trying their best to hold Garfield's head as he pleases the both of them. He takes her right breast in his hold, massages there, then envelops his teeth over her swelling nipple. He sinks them a bit into the flesh, hearing a moan leave Rachel's lips.
He suckles, he nibbles, the pops and squeaks from the friction between his mouth and her breasts magnify. He repeats an equal treatment to the other side. Following a short while, he bids Rachel's bosom a "see you later", knowing he would return to them soon.
The couple kisses just one more time. The kiss is the very basis of the whole act, and it was always nice to reinforce and enhance it throughout the performance.
Garfield backs away, turning Rachel's face to the shower wall, and her back towards him.
"Bend over, babygirl." he growls heavily.
Rachel obeys willingly, planting her feet firmly on the ground, and pressing her palms against the wall. She slants her behind upward and out. Garfield smacks her ass once, then squeezes it, and as a result, Rachel whimpers in pleasure.
"You're so adorable." he purrs, anchoring his palms into Rachel's hips.
His phallus penetrates Rachel's heat from behind. He sighs as he enters her warmth, the sensation made him feel hazy.
"Are you okay with this?" he interrogates.
Rachel responds, "Yes, are you?"
"I am."
Garfield dips his length further, getting a feel for how deep he can go. He holds onto Rachel's hips, burying himself in her. He thrusts into Rachel slowly at first. He finds a rhythm that is comfortable and pleasing for the both of them, and advances. The position is a twist to the showering standard, and provides Garfield with thrusting leverage.
Rachel's fingers curls into balls against the wall, whilst her cheeks redden. Her back bends into arch as her arousal heightens.
"Please... more." Rachel implores breathlessly.
Garfield changes his angle and speed as Rachel makes lewd sounds.
He pulls at her hair gently and says, "What was that, Rae?"
"More." she rasps before her voice breaks into another moan.
Her back is flush against him, their skins are clapping together. Garfield and Rachel are mixture of soap, sweat, steam, that are all being washed away by the warm sensation of water.
Garfield pulls Rachel's hips down harder. He pushes his shaft deeper and faster. Her walls are reddening, swelling, and pulsating around Garfield's length, which is driving him up a wall. Even in the heat of sex, they are somewhat cooled down by the water running on their backs. Rachel's sweet spots and clitoris are well stimulated, and she wonders how much longer she can hold up before she breaks.
"That's it, right there, Gar," Rachel praises, "Don't stop... Oh!"
Garfield groans, "You feel so good, unbelievable." he loses the pace he maintained for the last few minutes as the climax approached.
Rachel cried out in ecstasy, and Garfield moaned in satisfaction. Garfield went tense from the impact of the orgasm, as Rachel's vision faded to black for several seconds.
Garfield pants, withdrawing from Rachel's privacy. As they both catch their breaths, Rachel motions for Garfield to sit on the floor of the bath. He grins, slightly confused as to what she has planned. His back is against the edge of the tub, and one of his hands are splayed on the ground.
Rachel swings one leg up over his body.
"Ha, well alright." he grins, gently helping Rachel sit on his face.
He angles Rachel's clitoris to his lips, and she eases on him. Without delay, Garfield engulfs himself in Rachel's wet heat. His eager tongue delves into her depths. He parts her lips with his tongue, lapping and flicking the fleshy pink of his girlfriend. Garfield drowns in pleasure, taking in Rachel's candied flavor.
Rachel swears sparingly, guiding her entrance to where she needed her partner's tongue. Garfield licks lusciously, and hums as he pleased Rachel. He lets his tongue swipe from the bottom of her slit to the top, and from top, right back down again. He re-enters his tongue into her flesh, trying to get every inch of her that he can.
Rachel loses her balance a bit from the pleasure, moaning Garfield's name. Garfield's loving it all, the Rachel everyone else knew was not the Rachel he knew in the moment. She's expressing her emotions and likes once more, she's becoming more open, and even in intercourse, Garfield can tell she's developing. Rachel is learning to trust and love, and be more liberal in those fashions.
She grinds her hips against his mouth, and most definitely, the bundle of nerves become overstimulated. The overstimulation just about splinters Rachel, but she wants it to continue because it just felt too good to be true.
"Oh, my God. Gar!"she feels a warmth pool in her abdomen.
Garfield chuckles tugging himself closer to Rachel's most vulnerable point.
Rachel orgasms a second time with a fragile moan. She glides down, resting on her boyfriend. To this moment, a shower pours Rachel and Garfield. They quietly cool off from the physical intensity for a while, holding each other.
The purple haired girl breaks the silence, "That sex was so good that I want more. I forgot I have to go to class."
"That means we did a good job." he rubs her back.
"Mhmmm. We've gotta clean up, though." Rachel leaned over, grabbing a shampoo bottle.
She poured some of the content in her hands, rubbing them together to make the substance foam. Rachel places her tender hands in Garfield's hair, and begins to wash it. She kisses his forehead, and nuzzles her nose against his.
"You're the best way to start my day."