by Xavier Neal
Kellar immediately stops me. “I got it, man.”
My hand lingers on my back pocket. “You sure? I can get my girl's food.”
“Yeah, I gotchu. Y'all just grab us seats.”
I nod and we split different directions. Alexxa and I wander around until we find a spot wide enough to fit the four of us. As soon as I've got the blanket spread wide enough, I tug her to sit between my legs. Like there's no other place she belongs, she braces her back against my chest, head falling comfortably to the side.
There's applause, which is when Alexxa coos, “Thank you for this.”
I drop a soft kiss onto the side of her neck. “You're welcome, baby.”
Not too bad for my first time. Ha. Even my first time wasn't bad for my first time. Don't give me that look. You know you were wondering...
**
A little before midnight, the two of us are stumbling into my bedroom, exhausted from the live concert.
Alexxa begins to kick off her shoes. “I really liked hanging out with them.”
“Yeah. They were pretty chill.”
“We should do it again.”
“One step at a time.” I rip off my shirt and toss it on the floor. “Let's get the hang of regular dates before adding double to it.”
Alexxa giggles, wiggles out of her shorts, and prepares to slip out of her thong.
Only thing worse than having a girlfriend you can't fucking bone is having one you can't bone who constantly sleeps beside you naked. Pretty sure even fucking Ghandi would've been driven insane by now.
Knowing my attention is on her, she drags out the process of shedding the tiny clothing.
Hate her. Fucking hate her.
In slow motion, like I'm stuck in some sort of fantasy sequence in a teenage crap film fest, she pulls off her top, exposing her pushed up tits in a lacy black bra. Alexxa unfastens it and drops it playfully.
My cock bangs against my jeans in protest to her lascivious behavior.
Slowly, she lowers her body onto my bed and cat crawls across it, stringing along my attention and my will power.
Put it on record. The second she gives me the green light to fuck her, we're not doing anything else for at least three fucking days.
Alexxa wets her lips with a hunger in her eyes.
Make that four days. Four fucking days straight. The human body can go without food that long, right?
She beckons me over by a finger.
I'm willing to risk it.
In a couple strides, I'm standing in front of her, watching her hands graze the skin right above my jeans.
“What you did tonight for me was...special,” Alexxa starts, unbuckling my belt. “And I wanna do something special for you.”
Disbelief over what I'm about to say bumps around my brain. “I didn't do it so you would wanna blow me.”
“Well you did and now I do,” she hums. Her eyes look up mischievously at me. “Are you really trying to talk me out of a blow job?”
Not exactly talk her out of it so much as cover my own ass for a later argument on feeling pressured to put my cock in her mouth because I did something thoughtful.
I offer my hands in surrender. “Just making sure you know I don't expect anything in return for taking you out on a date.”
She twists her lips into a smile, unbuttons, unzips, and yanks my jeans down, along with my boxers. “Which just fucking turns me on more.”
Is being thoughtful an aphrodisiac? Dating is an interesting sport...
Her fingers curl around my stiff cock. “But I do wanna warn you before I start...”
My jaw clamps shut to prevent a moan from escaping.
“I....haven't exactly had a lot of practice.” When our eyes lock she continues, “Like...none. This'll be my first time, so if I do it wrong, just....fucking bear with me, okay?”
The thought of my dick being the first one to ever fall between her pair of perfect lips makes it throb. Hard.
Fuck me...why is that so fucking hot?
In an attempt to lighten the mood, I warn, “Just don't bite.”
Alexxa gives me a stern look and begins to stroke slowly. My eyes threaten to close the same way they always do when her hand begins its magic, except this time I strain them to stay open. To watch for the moment I've imagined more times than I can count. Without any more warning, she leans forward, mouth open, and lightly licks the slit on my cock.
My knees instantly buckle. “Fuck...”
Her nervous expression stays yet she proceeds forward, tongue tasting the pre-cum as if it's drops of sugar and she needs the rush. A groan rumbles in my chest at the same time she swallows me like some sort of sexual, magic trick. In one swift motion my dick has disappeared from sight and is trapped in the hot confines of her tight mouth. She begins a slow bob, using her tongue to torture my cock into an immediate submission.
A carnal growl seeps out, “Si...”
Unable to control my hand, I wind my fingers through her hair, and grip the back of her head tightly. Alexxa effortlessly executes the perfect suck to stroke ratio while one of her hands pulls at my balls in a way she knows will get the desired results. Within a matter of minutes, I'm biting down harshly on my bottom lip to prevent from coming too soon.
What the fuck is wrong with my cock? Getting head isn't fucking new for me.
She increases her speed and suction before slowing down to roll her tongue from tip to balls as if trying to flag all the hot spots that make me wobble. Alexxa begins to bob again, quickly discovering her gag reflexes.
The clenching tempts me to come again. I tug on the back of her head to prevent her from repeating the action. On a deep grumble I declare, “Don't try to take me so deep.”
Words I never thought I'd ever fucking utter.
There's a loud pop sound as she releases my cock. In a weak tone questions, “Why? Does it hurt?”
I smirk. “No baby, it doesn't hurt, but I don't want you to throw up on my dick either.”
She gives me a sarcastic expression.
“You wanna take me that deep?”
“I do...I wanna be as good as the other chicks who have ever done this for you.”
The hint of jealousy in her tone causes me to soften my smile. I gently tilt her face up by the chin and sigh, “It's already better because it's you.”
A deep exhale is expelled before she says, “That was such a line...”
“But a true one.”
After another smile she gets the heated expression back in her eyes. “Can I at least try again? Please?”
Like any asshole in his right mind would say no to a naked chick trying to deep throat him.
“Yeah,” I whimper as she slides back onto my shaft. Alexxa gets into a rhythm again luring me back to the edge of coming where she toys with my orgasm until she's ready to take me deeper. As she inches me towards the back, I whisper, “Relax your throat, baby.” The moment she does my cock easily slides further. Quickly I remind her, “Breathe through your nose...” Once she does, she slips me to the point of no return and devours every piece of me she can reach. In a shaky tone, I warn, “Close....you should...pull back.....”
Defiantly, Alexxa breaks me with one harsh pull of her sweet mouth.
I grip the back of her hair harshly and let my head fall forward on a scorching moan. “Si...Si...Coming...”
Cum surges down her throat and she swallows fervently. A beautiful, rhapsodic sound slips from her to accompany the one leaving me. Watching Alexxa lap up every drop with her bright brown eyes locked on mine rips a phantom orgasm out of me strong enough to bring me to my knees.
H...hol....holy....fuck.
The moment she frees my dick, I collapse onto the bed beside her, eyes shutting instantly. Completely spent, it barely registers when she lightly strokes my cheek.
Alexxa whispers, “Did I break you?”
“Yes,” I sigh and open one eye. “But I liked it.”
Her grin stretches wide. “So did I...Can I do it
again?”
“Still hungry?”
My attempt at a dirty jokes comes back to bite me in the ass. “For your cock? Always.”
I groan, “Fuck...give me a minute.”
She giggles and leans down to nibble on my neck in hopes of accelerating the process.
Are constant blow jobs without complaints part of being in a relationship? What the fuck? Why didn't anyone tell me that shit? Not that it would've mattered. There's not a single chick I've ever come across that I've wanted to be with the way I am with Alexxa. Sometimes I think she is just fucking made for me. Who knows? Maybe she is.
Alexxa
I watch as the students file into the building on my final day.
Technically only my final day with them. The school is only open three days this week to allow the staff to train and organize our classrooms tomorrow and to allow a professional company to come in to deep clean the following day. That way when school officially starts Monday morning everything is perfect, or almost perfect. Between the training and cleaning there's supposed to be team building and classroom bonding exercises. However instead of letting me skip the day since I won't be a part of the school any more, I have to stick around with Luca because my replacement hasn't been hired yet. They've had three months to find one and nothing. I think Luca is being a baby about the whole thing. He gets a say in who he shares a classroom with. Wanna bet he's prolonging the progress so he doesn't have to cope with actually having to work without me? Can't hate on him for that...I'm gonna miss working with him too.
Luca joins my side as the kids begin to drag ass back towards the classroom. “Not bad for the final day of summer camp.”
“You're awfully chipper for someone whose water balloon team lost the war.”
He lets the front door shut behind us. “I didn't lose.”
“You so lost.”
He admires the wet shirt clinging to my chest and cockily smirks. “Did I?”
Playfully punching him in the arm, he chuckles proudly, and follows me into the room where whiny students are waiting to change.
“Mr. Luca, I wanna change first,” Marcus grumps.
Luca whispers in my ear as he moves by, “And I want you to change last.”
With a roll of my eyes, I shake my head, and sigh, “One boy and one girl may go change at a time. You know the drill.”
Mikey, one of the smaller second graders raises his hand. “May I go first?”
“No squirrel, I said I was going to,” Marcus snaps.
I shoot him a finger. “And let that be the reason you'll go last.”
“That's not fair,” Marcus bites. “You can't do that.”
With a lift of my eyebrows, I dare him to challenge me again. “Pretty sure I just did.”
He folds his arms across his chest and slumps further into his seat, mumbling to himself.
“Lacey and Mikey, you can change first.”
Luca drops his towel around his neck. “The rest of you know how this goes. We're going outside. Grab your backpacks.”
We usher them outside while they begin to change in shifts. I make my way around the playground area while Luca does what he always does, run around with them.
I supervise. He playvises. His made up word of course. Don't smile about it. The last thing he needs is encouragement.
During my rounds, our eyes continuously connect, similar emotions twirling around them.
Lately, every time he looks at me it becomes harder and harder to deny I've messed up somewhere and managed to fall in love with him. Between the little thoughtful things he's started doing, like turning down ESPN while I read in bed beside him, to taking me to the carnival with some friends on a group date, he's morphed into more than just my bro best friend who I happened to fool around with. He's grown into a full fledge boyfriend with all the bells and whistles. Even Warren is in fucking shock. Constantly reminds me how he's not used to seeing Luca act this way. He's still the same pain in the ass I adore. He hasn't stopped treating me like I'm his favorite beer bong teammate, he's just added to it. There are days he still dutch ovens me like an asshole, but after he's finished laughing, he wraps me in his arms tightly. Lovingly kisses my forehead and just smiles. If he were any other guy I would've given it up a long time ago. What's even fucking more unbelievable is how he hasn't tried to convince me to move things faster or even complained that we've been together for over a month and he's still not tapping this. Patience isn't something Luca exudes when it comes to women. Persuade. Seduce. Convince. Those are his strong points. The fact he's holding out turns me on even more.
“So,” Leanne, one of the preschool teachers says to me from her side of the fence, snapping me out of own head. “Gonna miss Luca?”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Not really. We'll still see each other every day.”
“Wait. That's not a rumor?” She questions as she shoos away one of the children. “You actually see each other every day?”
“Well, yeah. We're...” I pause to finish the sentence.
While the rest of the world is aware we're together, we've managed to keep it to ourselves at work. I didn't want rumors spreading or to deal with even bitchier looks than the ones I'm already receiving. Luca didn't seem to give a fuck either way.
“Best friends.”
“Best friends?” She lifts a skeptical eyebrow. “That's it? So you're not rolling around together?”
Before I have time to even consider answering the question, Lori, swoops around from the other side of me. “Hey you! How's your last official day with the students going?”
Leanne scurries away to pretend to do her job while I turn my attention to the woman who will only be my boss one more day. “It's been fun. Pizza in the park. Splash Pad.”
“Did Luca mention the party yet?”
“The what?”
She smiles and excitedly bobs her blonde head around. “Luca organized a going away party at The Drunken Hound on Saturday! For all you've done for the school we covered the cost to rent a private room and appetizers. People have to pay for their own drinks.”
My face lights up. “He did that for me?”
“Yeah! The whole thing was his idea. We were just going to do a cake, but he reminded us you deserved better than that. So... I let him dominate over this little secret project.”
Pretty sure she just wanted to use dominate in a sentence with him as the subject. And before you ask, yeah, it weirds me out to know my boss mouth banged my boyfriend.
Lori giggles, “I just came to confirm everything with you before I sign the final form.”
“What um...what time Saturday?”
“Six. You don't have other plans do you? Luca said he would make sure you didn't.”
See what I mean about being thoughtful? How he managed to stay the same pain in the ass I love hanging out with and kick into gear everything I've ever wanted in a boyfriend is a mind fuck. It's not enough he's got a professional play book for making my panties wet but now he's got one for tugging at my heart too? Ugh. I hate him. And by hate I do mean love, but the tag line, is hate. Got it?
I fight the urge to smile too wide. “Nope. No other plans. Six is good.”
“Perfect,” she prepares to turn away as one of the parents strolls out of the building our direction.
“Oh, Alexxa,” Clare's mother sighs and strolls towards me. “I can't believe this is your last day! I don't know what we're gonna do without you and Mr. Luca together.”
And so the teary goodbyes of the day begin...
While I was expecting a little bit of sadness from a few parents and myself, I don't think I was fully prepared. Clare's mother hugs me, explains how I've changed Clare's life, and how she could never thank me enough for all I've done and how there's a gift waiting for me in the classroom. I hug her daughter tightly and am barely given a moment to dry my tears before more parents are coming to pick up their students, repeating the process in waves until my voice is hoarse.
By the
end of the day, I'm emotionally drained and relieved all our students have left earlier than expected.
Can you blame me? I've lost enough fluid to do a week’s worth of laundry.
Just as I'm reaching for my wallet out of the cabinet in our classroom, Luca leans against the counter space beside me and softly says, “You know....I'm gonna miss you too.”
“How is that possible?” I sniffle. “You see me every day. We spend so much time together sometimes when you sneeze I wonder if it's gonna come out of my mouth.”
