As I considered Dad’s “plan,” the first part of it bounced around in my head, and I realized I hadn’t gotten off—not once—since I had Lisa on her knees in the locker room the same day I bumped into Rumple for the first time. I hadn’t done anything with anyone other than Nicole except for a quick make-out session that I hadn’t even been into with Crystal Lloyd on the bus. I’d been in a bed with Nicole, but we hadn’t done anything other than kiss.
She’s been my girlfriend for about twenty-four hours.
Should we have fucked by now?
Shit —I had no clue. I’d always skipped the girlfriend part and gone straight to fucking, or at least a blowjob. I had no idea what was normal or not. I knew with Jeremy and Rachel it wasn’t like that, since he had told me a little bit. They were going out for a while before he started sticking his dick in her. I didn’t know how long, though.
How long they had been dating—not how long his dick was.
Perverts.
The combination of thinking about whether or not I should have fucked Nicole by now, how long it had been since I had gotten off at all, and my hands full of suds, well…sometimes things just start happening before you even realize it.
Dad always said jerking off was for losers who couldn’t get a girl to do it for them. I hadn’t jacked off in…damn…a long time. Maybe since I was fifteen. If I thought about it, I would have been able to come up with an exact date, but I was more interested in my growing erection and thoughts of my Rumple.
Maybe making a few “drain babies” wasn’t a bad idea.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my dick.
In my mind, she sneaks into the bathroom and opens up the shower door. Her hand reaches around my waist, and her fingers wrap around my cock. She strokes me slowly at first—running the soap from my body around my shaft and getting it nice and slick. Her fingers grip me a little harder, slide down my cock, and then back up. Her other hand runs over my balls, playing with them gently as she presses her body against my back. I can feel her tits against my skin.
I placed my open palm against the shower wall and leaned against it, pressing m
y weight against the cool tiles with one hand as the other began to work a little faster. My thoughts raced.
Nicole moves in front of me so I can see her naked breasts and pussy. She backs up against the shower wall and wraps one of her muscular legs around my waist. I slide into her easily with my cock covered in soap, and she feels so, so good…
I heard my breath start coming in gasps as I worked my hand up and down my shaft, sliding my thumb over the moistened tip on the down stroke. Images of Rumple with her head thrown back against the wall as I impale her repeatedly cascaded around in my mind as I thrust into my hand.
“Oh, fuck…fuck…Rumple…”
My balls tightened and my knees buckled a little as I shot come onto the shower floor. I moaned out my nickname for her along with another string of curse words as my orgasm subsided.
Fuck, that felt good.
Stepping carefully onto the bathmat, I dried off and started going through my normal bathroom routine. Shave first, then brush teeth, then deodorant, and then fuck around with my hair for twenty minutes even though it doesn’t look any different than it would have after two minutes of just running my fingers through it. I pulled my jeans up over slightly damp legs, tossed on a plain white T-shirt, and pulled a green polo on over it.
I was pretty sure jacking off hadn’t felt quite that good before. If just thinking about getting in Nicole felt like that…holy shit. Fucking her was going to be good.
I wondered if we would do it today.
Strangely enough, I was looking forward to her cooking more than anything. I didn’t mind waiting for the other stuff if she wanted to wait.
Getting into my car hadn’t been too painful, but once I got to the Skye residence, I had apparently overdone the workout a bit, and sitting still for a few minutes was just enough for my muscles to stiffen up. I groaned as I pulled my legs out from under the steering wheel and placed them on the ground next to the Jeep. Then I had to use both aching arms to pull myself out of the car. I shuffled across the driveway and up to the front porch and managed to smile when Nicole opened the door.
She was too damn beautiful not to smile.
And she was mine.
My Rumple.
For now, at least.
Rumple had opted for a picnic and had apparently decided to go all out with lunch. She had a bunch of different fruits—I didn’t even know what half of them were—and cheeses, and crackers, and breads. She had hoped we could eat on a blanket in the back yard picnic-style, but the rain started right after I got there, so we picnicked in the living room instead.
With my post-workout appetite, I devoured everything she put in front of me as she told me the names of the different fruits and cheeses. Apparently, her mother had a few wine and cheese parties, and she had learned a lot about cheese. It was awesome.
Well, except the brie. That shit was nasty. It kind of reminded me of feet.