ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #4 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #4

... and midsection. Finally, he held her hand for balance as she stretched her leg into the tub, feeling the intense heat and ticklish bubbles swallow her body, inch by inch. Freddie unabashedly checked out her ass as she sunk into the waters. He could have watched her for days at that moment, even though it was just her head and shoulders sticking out from the suds, eyes closed and a deep smile that he could see coming from her very core. "You could join me, you know…" she said, opening one eye to look at him slyly. "You know, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least considering that…" Freddie smiled down at her, slowly untying his robe. Secretly, he really just wanted to relax and be with her, without the sex. As he undressed and took a step into the water, he couldn't help but marvel at how naturally beautiful she was, lit only in the flickering flames. He was almost sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life looking at that face, and those eyes and making love to her gorgeous form, but Freddie knew that something was missing, something outside the physical. Freddie sunk down to his side of the tub, facing his lover and smiled peacefully at her, his legs reaching a bit to touch hers. Jade sunk down a bit more, her legs reaching further towards him until her toes were tickling his thighs. Not wanting this to go in that direction quite yet, he moved towards her until they were almost face to face, legs wrapped around each other's midsection. Jade loved the way he held ...

... her as they set in the hot water. There was something about hot tubs and steamy baths that just set the Goth teen on edge. Like she was being cooked, and the idea of being cooked by Freddie as the two held each other was the very peak of her imagination's idea of the perfect ending. They silently smile and laugh as they caress each other's naked form until finally, Freddie broke the silence. "You know I love you, right?" "Of course, baby," she said, touching her foamy fingers to his cheek. "Otherwise, you doing all this stuff would be pretty fuckin' nuts." "Valid point," he shrugged as he placed his hand on her side. "But do you think our relationship is normal?" "Normal? What the fuck is normal?" she said, her happiness slowly dissipating. “I mean… I don't know. With the distance and everything, sometimes I just kinda worry about us and whether we're really ok." "Freddie…" she said, calming down a bit. "We've talked about this… I love you and we are doing just fine. We talk every day, the sex is insanely good, and, at least for me, every time I just think about you, and my heart flutters a little bit." "I know, but still… we aren't the type to go to the movies or just relax around each other… it’s all just physical and surface stuff." "Surface stuff?" "Yeah… like I have no idea about your life before we met, what your favourite band, song, or TV show is, and is it weird that I've not once met your parents?" "Fine, if you want to be an asshole about it. In that order, my ...