It was the day after I lost my virginity. Jesse had woken up before me and come upstairs. I awoke to his face and his hand pushing my hair behind my ears.
"How you feeling?"
"Sore as hell. You?"
"Same, but probably not as bad as you."
"What do we have to do today?"
"Your mom said something at dinner last night about the aquarium. Want to go?"
I moaned. "Noooo. Don't make me walk around all day. It huuuuurts."
"I could push you around in a wheelchair."
"Yeah. I'm sure that wouldn't raise some eyebrows in my family," I said sarcastically.
"Well what do you want to do?"
I smiled at him without saying a word. He had obviously taken the hint.
"I thought you were sore."
"You could make it feel better."
He laughed and dragged me out of bed only to find that I had undressed myself completely in the middle of the night. I laid out some clothes and went to take a shower. Getting ready usually takes me about an hour and a half, but that day took at least two hours. I wanted to look extra sexy for Jesse because, let's face it, he was extra sexy all the time.
I went downstairs to find my brother, my parents, and Jesse all laughing at something. Apparently my brother had been giving the stand-up comedy monologue about his first day of high school. I'll never forget that story. I don't think I'd ever laughed so hard in my life. We all piled up in my dads truck and headed out to Nashville to look at thousands of different types of fish. I was still really sore, but I wasn't so focused on it being out of the house. We went to the dolphin show, rode on the moving walkway through the giant tank of sharks and sting rays, and stood there watching the baby otters for at least ten minutes. Every time Jesse touched me, even if we just brushed each other, I couldn't help but think about the night before. The way he held me as close as he possibly could when he kissed me, the warmth of his skin, the way he worded his sentences like a poet. I guess that kind of comes with the package with songwriters. They're amazing with words. I tried to push the thoughts away, though. I didn't want to accidentally end up saying something about it later.
We spent the last half of that afternoon eating lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. I had only been to the one in Nashville once and had some awful memories there, but I was sure Jesse would help me write over those. We sat next to each other in a booth, my parents on the other side, and my little brother at the end of the table nearest Jesse. Lil bro told more stories and jokes that included his hilarious impressions of the ghetto people in our new place of residence. We were all laughing and having a great time when my mom got a phone call and had to get up and leave to talk. Our family always knew that wasn't a good sign. When she came back she told us that Granddad had checked himself into a temporary rehabilitation center just to improve his health, but she wanted to go to Louisiana to make sure everything was okay. When we got back to the house it was about 3 PM. Mom packed her bags and left, Dad went to the office to finish up some work, and my brother went to hang out with friends. Jesse and I had the house to ourselves for a while. I was pretty down about my granddad even though I was sure everything was fine. I had told Jesse I was going to go change into some shorts, but I was taking too long. He came upstairs to find me going through my scrapbook and looking at pictures I'd taken over the years of my granddad. He sat next to me on the bed, put his arm around me, and kissed my head. I laid on his shoulder, but he laid me on my back, crawled on top of me, and kissed my lips.
"You don't have a thing to worry about. You know that, right?"
I shook my head. I always loved the way he reassured me about everything any time I was worried.
"Let's go to the store."
"For what?"
"What makes every gloomy day better?"
"Ice cream?"
"Exactly."
We got in his car, drove to the store, and came back with more sugar than we could ever possibly eat by ourselves. There was vanilla ice cream, caramel syrup, chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, chocolate chips, sprinkles, whipped cream... You name it, we probably bought it. We carried the sacks into the kitchen and laid everything out on the counter, got out the bowls and began creating our own custom sundaes. I was just about to put on my chocolate chips when I felt something hit my face. I looked over to see Jesse smiling big with the bottle of strawberry syrup pointed directly at me.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. But you know what this means..."
He gave me a bewildered look.
"This means war."
I grabbed the caramel bottle, pulled the top up and squirted him directly in the face.
Defeated, and with caramel dripping down his face he managed to get out "So that's how its gonna be, huh?".
I may have called the war, but he took the first shot and in a matter of seconds we were squirting each other and the rest of the kitchen. I knew we'd have to clean this up later, but I didn't care at all. Jesse had always been the one person that could turn any day around and make things fun. He could turn a simple homemade ice cream sundae fest into a syrup war and I was not about to crash this party.
"Wait, wait. Time out."
He was tilting his head forward and closing his eyes.
"I think I got it up my nose. I'm pretty sure we're gonna need major showers now."
We both laughed.
"Yeah. I think I have some in my eye."
"Come here and let me see."
I walked toward him until we were face to face. He lifted my eyelid and made me roll my eye around. He said it was clear, but he blew on it just to make sure. I dropped the bottle of syrup onto the floor and kissed him. He threw his across the room so he could pull my body closer to his until we were fully pressed up against one another. By the way, strawberry and caramel definitely isn't the worst combination of flavors ever. He slipped his hand up my shirt and started digging his fingernails into my back and I moaned. That very blatantly turned him on because he sighed through his nose with his lips pressed on mine and his fingernails dug deeper as they made their way down my back and his hand squeezed my ass over my jeans. He took his hand off for a second and all of a sudden I felt a hard smack on my ass. I tilted my head back and let out a loud moan. As I tilted my head back he bit my neck and I could feel my knees about to give out. I backed him up a couple of steps before slamming his body against the fridge and kissing him harder. His hand was on my ass again and I reached my right hand between our bodies to rub his dick. He already had somewhat of a boner. I loved feeling his huge cock through his pants. It felt just like old times. Everything got really heavy really fast and I could barely hold myself together. I just wanted him inside me again. Immediately.
I took off his shirt quickly before dropping to my knees to unleash his cock from his pants. I licked under his shaft all the way from the end to the tip before flicking my tongue back and forth on the head. He got harder and harder the more I worked his dick. I took his pants off the end of his feet and he motioned for me to stand up. He took off my shirt as I raised my arms above my head and then pulled off my shorts. I kissed him some more as his body was still pressed against the fridge and then made him lay on the counter. I crawled on top of him and played with his cock in my hand, alternating between making twisting motions with the rhythm of our tongues and rolling his balls around. I grabbed the whipped cream and the chocolate syrup and squirted the chocolate syrup all over his chest, took the whipped cream in hand and covered his balls and his dick with it before drizzling some chocolate syrup over all of it. I could telI Jesse liked it because his breathing got even heavier and louder and he managed a "damn". I licked the tip of his cock exposing his blood-red head that looked like a cherry. Opening my mouth wide, I took his left nut into my mouth and sucked it gently before swirling my tongue all over it, licking off all of the whipped cream, repeating on the right, and pulling with my lips on the head of his cock. The closer my lips got to the end the louder his moans got. My hair was already sticky from our war so it didn't really matter that it was getting extremely messy now, but he pulled it back and held it anyway using it to bring my face to look him in the eye as I bobbed my head up and down on him. Before too long I felt his balls tense up and his leg started to twitch.
"Where do you want to cum?"
"Get on your knees and open wide."
"Yes sir." I did as I was told and he started jerking off. His body kept twitching more and more and he had to lean back.
