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‘baby, baby, baby, baby, babyyyyyyyy! baby, can we play with the dice again?’

Cali in the Summer was something special. The air was humid, and the skies bright, and Myles couldn’t be more content in his life. This random evening, with exam season out of the way for the year, he was laid sideways on the large and comfy bed of his girlfriend, admiring the bits of new artwork she was showing him on her iPad. It was sunset, and her dorm window was cracked open to attempt to let in a cool breeze. The curtains flowed gently and small desk fan blew pathetic air into the room. He was shirtless, just in a pair of dark shorts, a silver chain around his neck and smooth, slight tan on his arms. Amira sat opposite him, in a short and tight outfit that him somewhat distracted at times. Her top was rather low cut.

A couple of beads of sweat ran down in his neck, trying his best to concentrate on her new pieces. She really did have a talent to be admired, but it was hard to focus in these heat. It made you a little delirious at times... especially whenever, considering he was quite low down, he peered his eyes upwards, two rather nice items were not too far from sight. “That’s a good one, baby, I like that…” He pointed to one small sketch within an abundance of things, trying to keep his eyes down on the screen. Being an architecture student, his sketches were very different; regimented lines and defined structure, all in black and white. Hers were full of colour and life. Neither bad, just different. She gave him a look, tilting her head; she had noticed his dazed expression at how her top was sitting, told him he wasn’t even concentrating on her work.

“Yes I am.” He countered defiantly with a smile, shuffling himself upwards slightly. What followed was a back and forth — “Are not.” “Am too.” “Are not!” “Am too!” — until he eventually raised his hands in defiance. “Alright. Alright! You got me… you got me. I was in fact just staring at your boobs.” He let out a laugh, giving his usual cheeky grin that he always did when he was trying to get away with something, “Very problematic of me, I know.” She let out a huff, rolling her eyes at his teenage boy attitude. Don’t let it be forgot, she was plenty a heathen herself, but in this moment maybe not.

“Well, can you blame me?” He continued, watching the way she put the iPad away. “If you just let me sketch them like I’ve always wanted to, then maybe you’d see their glory as well.” The reason they had never done that, is because the thought of him sketching her whilst naked made her laugh. She’d never be able to hold still. She just whined and groaned in response, about to get up off of the bed, but before she could, he grabbed her wrist, holding her in her place. “Let me make it up to you.” Her legs were still somewhat crossed, and he was still laid out, but moved up to get closer. “Let me give you really, really fun sex.” Their faces weren’t too far apart now, and his lips twisted into a look of pure mischief, his eyes aglow with something naughty. That was the right word for Myles — he was a pain in the ass. “Yeah, really fun sex, and we do loads of stuff we shouldn’t, and we probably nearly get arrested, but it’s really fun anyway, or something, I don’t know.”

Her slightly grumpy expression meshed into something more… enticed, softer, intrigued. She loved having sex, and was the reason Myles had tried so many new things these past few months. He chuckled softly, “Ehh, I got you there didn’t I?” She slowly moved backwards onto her back, and he slowly moved forwards to hover over her, another ‘yes’ ‘no’ back and forth between them. Now, she laid down comfortably on her bed, the male above her. “I’m sorry for not focusing on your art, properly, really.” He began, about to pull the chain off from his neck but she instantly stopped him with her hand. She liked holding it when they fucked. “But…” He moved his hands in, undoing the hook on her top so it came undone, moving it away to reveal her very open and round chest, “… I can at least appreciate Mrs Nassar’s finest piece of work she ever created.” He moved down, a hand either side of her body pressed on the bed, his own head moving to nestle on her chest comfortably, “… You.” His voice was muffled, too much in his way.

Myles remembered the first time he’d seen her boobs, how shocked he’d been at just how large they were, and how she managed to hide them away. A happy kind of shocked, mind you! How did girls do that? That was a great unsolved mystery, but one he was happy to crack. They were his church. One hand cupped the left one, squeezing it, pinching, a thumb running over the nipple slowly, appreciating how it felt. The other, the right, shared space with his lips, kissing all around the nipple until he felt it harden just a little. She gasped in delight in the sensation, her own hands clasping in his dark, soft locks of hair, one of her legs hooking around his own, enjoying the way he smirked against her skin. His eyes peered upwards to her, his tongue running over the nipple, slowly, relishing in her expression. “Is motorboating still cool?” He laughed. He wasn’t sixteen, he wasn’t going to do that.

He continued his little act, loving how soft they felt against his lips as he sucked and squeezed, the sensation and sights making him harden himself. The shorts weren’t particularly thick, she’d feel what was happening against her leg, and she hummed in response as he kept going. “Baby…” She whined almost euphorically, though he didn’t hear her, he was too engulfed in her chest, “baby, baby, baby, baby.” He finally paused, looking almost a little lost as he peered out to the real world. “Can we play with the dice again?”

Ah, the dice. The best $5 ever spent. What they used when they were looking to switch things up a little. Grinning, he nodded, moving up to her desk drawer, a special little place where she kept all of their… items. Opening it up, he felt inside, feeling for the two plastic cubes and grabbing them. And a condom too. Slamming it shut, he sat upwards, though still hovering over her, clearing some space on top of the drawer. “Let’s see what our fates decide today…”

He shook them in his hand before throwing them, the pair eagerly awaiting their decision. “Dice one…” He felt the girl peer over him, “… six-nine!…” His tone was somewhat amused, shocked, uncertain, “Okay… okay, dice two…” Their eyes moved along in sync to the second one. “… Against a wall.” They both stared for a second, before bursting into laughter. He leaned back to move over her again, grinning in thought. “Now, personally… if we consider gravity, I ain’t sure how that’s gonna work…” He began, leaning back down kiss where he was before. “But six-nine… I can work with that, elsewhere, angel…”

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