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With your jeans laid out, you sprawl out on top of the blankets and wait for Joel to finish rearranging everything how he wants it. He turns and sinks to his knees, then crawls over to you, smiling. "Do you have any idea how pretty you are?"

"No," you blush and giggle, pleased as ever that he thinks so. But you have freckles everywhere (along with some moles), and bruises and cuts, and your hips are too narrow, your boobs too small (you've seen some improvement there, over the past year, but you still want them to be bigger)... you don't get what it is about you that Joel finds so pretty. You're just grateful that he does. Maybe it's my eyes... you do kind of like your eyes.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, kissing you... rolling on top of you. ...already!

"So're you," you murmur against his lips; it always makes him smile.

You wrap your arms around him, then your legs. You used to worry about what you were supposed to be doing with your hands at times like these (legs are easy -- it would be weird to try to touch or rub Joel with your feet, after all)... and Joel was absolutely no help with his "whatever feels right" and similar sage advice. (Oh yeah? Well, what if it FEELS RIGHT to touch your dick, Joel? You're just gonna LET me?) ...But, now that you have roughly two months of experience at this, you're way more chill about everything. You know a couple places where Joel likes to be touched and where he doesn't. You know that if he touches you in a way that feels nice, he'll probably enjoy being touched like that in return.

With one notable exception.

There's no better way to kill a makeout session than to slide your hand down there. Which you're pretty sure is the opposite of normal. It's not like he's shy. But he might as well be, and you'd rather think of his aversion to your touch as shyness, not disgust. You know he's attracted to you... he says he is, and his body wouldn't react the way it does if he's not, right? So you can't take it personally. You just have to help him get past being disgusted with himself. Because that's so fucking dumb.

His hands roam freely over your body... mostly. At least he no longer asks you if it's okay to touch you here or touch you there -- you've reassured him that it's all good. That you want to feel his hands on every part of your body. ...some parts more than others...

You nearly always have to ask him to touch you... there. Between your legs. You don't necessarily have to spell it out in words, but he needs lots of encouragement... if not verbally, then physically. He feels weird about it otherwise. Like, he's actually used the word "molest" before. It seems no amount of reassurance can wipe that idea completely from his brain. He never refuses. Never! You've told him you feel selfish, letting him make you feel good when you can't do the same for him. He just laughs it off and says that since it's not your fault, you shouldn't feel that way. Yet you still do, so... sometimes you just kiss him for a bit, no fooling around, before going to sleep.

But sometimes you just get so turned on that you don't give a fuck if you're selfish or not. ...I think tonight might be one of those times?

After a good little while of kissing, caressing, and rubbing, you feel it's time to test the waters again. You've had good luck so far, so... "Joel..."

"Hmm?"

"This bra... isn't really that comfortable..."

He lifts his head and smirks. "You should've brought the more comfortable one."

"That one's ugly."

"No it ain't. It just... hides a little more of you than this one does." He plants a kiss in your cleavage -- what little of it there is, when you're on your back -- that makes you shiver.

"And it's ugly. Would you be terribly offended if I just like... unhooked it?"

"Mm. Terribly." But his lips aren't too offended to keep kissing your flesh...

"It's only fair. Your chest isn't... restrained," you reason.

"That's a good point. And if you're gonna unhook it, you might as well just take the damn thing off. No use lettin' it slide around, gettin' in the way..."

Yes! Too easy -- you were going to work that angle later, and now you don't have to! "My thoughts exactly!"

"Let me help you out." He worms a hand behind your back.

"You can't," you tell him, although you do twist a little to give him better access. "I had to, um... it's not hooked right."

He quirks an eyebrow. "I can't?"

"You can if you cheat, but you can't really do it by feel. Like you're trying to right now." You have to smile at his efforts, though.

"What is this... did you pin it with somethin'? ...no wonder it ain't comfy, layin' on top of that thing..."

"Yeah. I should've thought about that when I wore this one, I guess."

Joel chuckles. "Somethin' tells me you did."

"What do you mean?"

"Perfect excuse to take it off."

"I didn't think of it before, I swear!" you giggle. "Hey -- you got it!"

"I am a man of many talents." He looks awfully smug as he tugs the bra forward.

You yank one arm through it, then the other. You would just fling it aside, but Joel actually takes it and pulls away from you to go lay it by the fire with all the other garments... leaving you totally exposed in the firelight, without his body casting a shadow over yours. You don't want to feel shy now, but you do. You cross your arms over your breasts, mentally cursing yourself for being so unsexy. Didn't I WANT him to look at me and stuff?!

Joel crawls back over to you... and he seems amused by your new position. "You did want me to take it off... ?"

"Yes! Of course! Totally! I'm just... you know. Trying to be considerate of your feelings."

"I see." He settles himself beside you and runs a hand up your arm. "That's very thoughtful of you."

"Isn't it?" you grin, rolling onto your side to face him. "I know how shy you are."

He grins back, chuckling a little before kissing you. "Right. I'm the shy one."

You tug him closer to you; you're totally fine with not covering yourself when your chest is smushed against his. "This is much better though, isn't it?"

"Much. Why don't we slip under the covers here..."

"We don't have to."

"You're gonna get cold."

"Are you kidding me? Not with you right here."

"That only works when I'm on top of you." He runs his hand up over your shoulder and down your back. "My hand can't cover your whole backside."

"Then maybe you should get back on top of me," you suggest sweetly.

"I just want you to be comfortable." He brings the hand up to caress your cheek.

He's not just referring to me getting cold, you realize. Aww he's so sweet! "I am. I don't know why I... felt like... -I am comfortable with you. You believe me, don't you?"

"All right... just makin' sure. Let's get under 'em anyway."

You and Joel maneuver yourselves beneath a sheet and two blankets... and then you pull him back on top of you anyway, coiling your limbs around him again, your hand on his ass, pulling his groin to yours as you kiss him hungrily. "Mmm... I love you so much..."

"Love you, too..."

He likes it when you squeeze his ass. You don't get why he's okay with you touching the back side and not the front, down there, but you're not about to question it -- it might backfire on you to where he disallows the ass-groping! "I reeeeally want you to make love to me," you whisper in his ear (you've learned that 'make love' doesn't make him feel... dirty or disgusted or whatever bad thing he feels that kills the mood sometimes, whereas 'fuck' can sometimes make him feel that way).

He chuckle-groans -- one of your favorite Joel sounds -- and buries his head in your neck. "Ellie."

"What?" All innocence. "You always say you want me to tell you how I'm feeling."

He nips at your neck playfully (never hard enough to leave a mark, because God forbid there be evidence of this debauchery). "You know I can't."

"Um... that's a lie. Something... down there... says that you can." You giggle softly. "That's proof that you can!"

He smiles... and he does look sort of shy -- it's so fucking cute!

You believe you've finally broken him of the habit of apologizing for his erections... for subjecting you to such perversion. You lift his face up by the cheeks so you can kiss him. "What's that saying... 'what happens Outside, stays Outside'..."

"Ha. Not even close."

You could kick yourself for bringing that up, actually -- for reminding him that you're not safe at home right now. It's hard enough for Joel to relax as it is! But he doesn't punish you for it; when you resume kissing him in earnest, he kisses back. He kisses your neck, your throat, your chest... he lingers over your nipples, kissing and licking and sucking until they stiffen in his mouth (he always seems proud of himself when they do that... is it the equivalent of me making him hard?). He teases you with his fingers, ghosting them over your nether regions... fingering the edge of your underwear... lightly drumming them idly on your inner thigh, as if he doesn't know he's driving you crazy.

You love it.

But... you're also not the most patient person in the world. And rather than hinting or suggesting or even straight up asking, this time you grab his hand and use it to push your underwear out of place, replacing the threadbare cloth with his fingers.

He lifts his head from your neck and smiles. "Time to get this show on the road?"

"Except it's not a show and we're off the road?" you giggle, but you know it's just one of those silly old expressions that don't make sense in the real world. You shift a little so Joel can pleasure you properly. "Fuck... mmm... I know you could feel that... through my underwear..."

"What, how ready you are?" He hovers with his lips over yours, and you think he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't. "Yeah. I felt it. And you... grabbin' my hand like that, shovin' it in there... so goddamn hot." Then he kisses you.

Yeah... it's hot... so why can't he do it to ME? But you don't really have room in your brain for such thoughts at the moment -- it's registering too much pleasure for you to give a fuck.

"I think we should take these off," Joel murmurs, scrunching your panties between his fingers.

"What -- my underwear?"

"I'm gonna mess 'em up."

"Okay!" You're under the covers, so you don't even have to feel self-conscious about it. Even when he sits up to work them off your legs, your lower half is still in shadow.

Until he lets the covers slide down his back, and he slithers down... like, more than he needs to. "Keep 'em on your ankle for now. This floor ain't clean."

They'd be in your little nest, not on the floor, but the nest isn't especially clean either, and you don't care to argue. ...especially when he starts kissing your leg, planting little kisses up your calf... on the back of your knee (who knew that would feel good? you had no idea until Joel helped you discover it one day)... and up higher...

...Is he going THERE?... I think he is... oh God Joel pleeeease go there...

You hold your breath in anticipation...


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Comments

Carlos

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ohhhhhh... this is getting too hot.

Re: Carlos

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And YOU said nothing would happen :P

Wait... TOO hot?!