I Vid. I Write. I Fangirl.

Alex slung his briefcase over his shoulder and jingled his keys before stuffing them in his pocket. Then he patted said pocket for his phone and nodded to himself, reaching for the doorknob to set out to school that fine Friday morning.

But before he left, he recalled he was missing one last thing. He turned to look over his shoulder and saw his girlfriend, Poppy Wright, standing there, leaning against the edge of the hallway wall watching him with a sappy smile on her face.

He turned all the way around and marveled at how lucky he was. Then, he set his briefcase down and opened his arms.

“C’mere.”

Poppy did a little hop-skip and landed swiftly in his arms in a heartbeat.

Alex laughed and held her close before pulling back ever so slightly and tipping her chin up so he could kiss her properly.

“Mm,” she moaned against his lips, drawing a smile from his own mouth as he slowly opened his eyes.

“You’ll be here when I get home?” he asked, sliding his hand into her hair, his thumb on her jawline, admiring how pretty she was.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed contently and smiled wider.

“God, I love it when you say that.”

Her eyes sparkled.

Alex dropped his hand reluctantly and picked his briefcase back up by the strap.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

“Love you,” he said when he was outside the door in the hallway.

“Love you more!” she called out, going up on her tip toes, making him crack a wider grin as he pulled the door closed.

“Not possible,” he said just before the door closed, shooting her a sexy wink.

Poppy scoffed in pretended outrage and clasped her hand around the doorknob, but he was already gone, so she turned and leaned against the door, smiling at the whole exchange and missing him already.

That was when she remembered what she intended to do today and frowned.

Clean.

Today was a break from writing, since she’d seemed to hit a bit of a block, and so a day to do something else productive. Cleaning.

The place needed it, though thanks to Alex chipping in often, it didn’t get noticeably dirty for several weeks at a time.

Still, there were dishes in the dishwasher to be put away, laundry to be done, floors to be swept and scrubbed and vacuumed, and she was determined to get it all done before Alex returned home, so she could take a shower and be comfy and ready for whatever he wanted to do that evening.

It was a Friday, so as soon as he arrived, they could start their weekend, whether that meant going out or staying in and lounging about. She was prepared to do anything or even suggest some things to him, but first she had to clean.

Poppy went straight to their supply closet, already dressed in a t-shirt and shorts that would make cleaning easy and could get dirty before being tossed in the laundry. She grabbed the bucket full of cleaning supplies, the duster, the broom, and a few other items before embarking on her day of cleaning.

Dishes came first and were put away within maybe 10 minutes. Then, she dusted the whole apartment, wiping down the surfaces that had collected dust with some spray and a paper towel.

Next, she swept, and then she vacuumed.

That was when she decided to take a break by tossing some clothes into the washing machine and relaxing in front of the TV for a while, searching for anything that might amuse her, even a soap opera.

Still, she felt sweaty enough from her exertion that she wanted to rid herself of the clothes she was wearing and wash them too.

There was no point in taking a shower now, not when she still had cleaning left to do, but as she looked around, saw the blinds all at least partially closed, and knew how high up they were from the city streets and that it was at least 3-4 hours before Alex returned home, she thought about doing something outrageous.

She would relax a bit and then clean naked.

The rest of the clothes already in the washing machine, Poppy slipped her shirt up and over her head, followed by shoving her shorts and underwear down her legs, then gathered them up and tossed them in the machine. She added the laundry detergent, closed the machine door and started it up.

Then, she turned around, took one step out of the little laundry room and walked into the kitchen in the nude.

“I’m naked,” she whispered to herself.

She pranced about a bit.

“I’m naked!” she sang-shouted, stopping after a while and giggling to herself.

At last, she plopped down on the couch in the living room, watched some TV, dozed on and off a little, and then resumed cleaning.

She started with the most detestable, time-consuming rooms she hadn’t reached yet: the bathrooms.

On her hands and knees, she scrubbed those floors, spending what felt like an eternity in the shower and making the toilets and sink as sparkly clean as they could get.

After that, she heard the timer go off and went to change the clothes into the dryer.

Then she moved her bucket of supplies with her into the kitchen and got down on her hands and knees again to wash the floor.

She was halfway through a half-dried, half-wet floor when she heard the turn in the lock and froze as it swung open.

Was it 4 o’clock already?

“Poppy!” Alex called out before catching sight of her around the bend in the kitchen. “I’m home!” he said cheerfully, wondering where she was when she didn’t appear at the end of the hall like usual.

He started walking down said hall into the kitchen, and that’s when he saw her.

Fully naked, not a shred of clothes on her, except for some rubber gloves on her hands, propped up on her hands and knees and looking up at him weakly but clearly in shock of his arrival.

“I can explain.”

Alex let out a half-strangled sigh and slowly set down his briefcase before slipping his hands in his pockets.

“You know, I’ve actually fantasized about this before,” he said, contemplatively.

“You’ve fantasized about me cleaning naked?”

“Well, not the cleaning part,” he admitted with a frown, “But definitely me coming home to my hot girlfriend and finding her naked and waiting for me.”

Poppy sat up slowly, giving him a good look at her surprisingly glistening pussy and started to take her gloves off.

“Well-”

“Leave them on.”

She met his gaze, heated and lustful and felt as her nipples became hardened peaks, recognizing the exact moment he noticed that too.

“What?” she rasped, getting to her feet on wobbly legs.

For some reason, her standing there, red marks on her knees from kneeling, yellow gloves halfway up her arms, tendrils of her hair floating around her face and neck, and the clear signs of arousal that she was unable to hide without clothing, Alex found himself incredibly turned on.

“You heard me,” he said, his voice husky and raw and rough with what he was feeling.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the hoops before dropping it on the floor, then kicked off his shoes and crossed the room to her.

“Oh, oh, be careful, Alex! Some of the floor is still we-”

But Alex didn’t have one bit of trouble making it to her, though the toes of his socks did get a little damp. He didn’t care.

He swept her up off her feet, pulled out a stool from just under the edge of the island table and plopped her on it before tucking the tendrils of hair behind her ears and kissing her deeply.

“Help me undress,” he said when they parted, tugging at his tie and quickly getting frustrated with how clothed he was in comparison to his girlfriend.

Due to the heat, he hadn’t worn a blazer today, so that was something out of the way, but he had at least 10 buttons on his button-down shirt, and because of his frustrated eagerness, he kept pulling his tie tighter instead of loosening it.

“Okay, okay, slow down there, Alex. Why don’t you do the buttons, and I’ll do the tie, yeah? I used to help my dad out with his all the time growing up.”

Alex gave a pained laugh and nodded, even as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“The last thing I want to be thinking about right now is your father, Poppy.”

Poppy laughed too.

“Mum’s the word,” she said by way of an apology, and in a heartbeat his tie was undone and dangling around his neck, even with the slight difficulty with her rubber gloves still on.

“That would’ve been easier without these,” she informed him, holding up her covered hands.

He only laughed.

“I don’t care. You made it work,” he said. “The vision of that being the only thing you’re wearing is an aphrodisiac to me, Poppy.”

He kissed her again and again, keepings their mouths in a lip lock as Poppy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and shoved them to the floor, whimpering a bit when she couldn’t grip his underwear quite as easily.

“Alex.”

“I got it, I got it.”

He pulled his underwear down easily and kicked the garments off to the side, gathering her in his arms.

“Now can I take off these gloves?” she asked. “I really think the last thing you’re going to want on your dick is bumpy rubber.”

He smiled slowly.

“So don’t put your hands on it. Put…something else.”

Poppy met his eyes, and her mouth ran dry. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to stick that dick in her mouth. But she worried for her knees that had been practically bruised from the floor for hours already, even as the thought of Alex moaning nearly overruled the unavoidable discomfort she would feel.

“Here,” he said, seeing the wheels running amuck in her mind.

He kicked his clothes between them as a cushion for her on the floor, and her eyes darted to his, hungry and appreciative.

“So considerate,” she said, hopping off the stool and watching as her boyfriend took a half-step back to make room for her.

The shirt, pants and underwear didn’t make for the best cushion in the world, but they would do.

She leaned slightly back on her heels, digging her rubber fingers into his thighs and ass, and flicked her tongue on the tip of his dick.

Precum surfaced immediately, and she had to smirk.

“Damn.”

“Told you I’d fantasized about this before. What did you expect?”

Her smirk still present, she just gave a little shrug and gripped him tighter, using her tongue to lap him up and pull him deeper into her mouth.

Alex moaned as her mouth moved further and further down his length, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked hard and eventually pressed her nose into his groin.

“Fuck, Poppy.”

One hand on the island table, the other on her head, he guided her up and down his length – though she hardly needed it. She’d done this many a time before, though it had been a while since she’d done it using only her mouth.

She was so damn good at it too.

He watched her bob her head and hissed when her bottom teeth came into contact with the sensitive skin there.

“Careful, Pop,” he warned, and she made her teeth touch lighter than ever as she dragged her mouth off him.

He swallowed hard, seeing the spit drip from her bottom lip, and then watched as she wordlessly dipped her head down and gave special attention to his round balls, licking and lapping at them, and then taking one in her mouth and sucking it hard.

“Ah!” he cried, gripping the table with both hands now.

His erection jutted further and further up, getting harder and harder, more precum surfacing at the tip and sliding along the underside of his length.

“Po-”

And when she let one ball out of her mouth, only to pivot around his dick to the other one, he took a step back.

She looked up, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth on her arm.

“What is it?” she asked.

The hunger in his eyes was insane, and his legs actually wobbled a bit where he stood.

“You know what you did.”

She smiled slowly.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” she said simply.

He shook his head in amazement.

“No?” She misinterpreted, tilting her head.

He scoffed and held out one hand to her.

She took it to stand to her feet.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You know damn well where we’re-” he cut himself off and took her hand, not missing for one second the little skip of glee she did as they walked down out of the room and down the hall until they were in their shared bedroom.

He released her and laid down on the bed before she could, in disbelief of how a little extra attention below the belt had drained him so fully.

But Poppy took note and straddled him as soon as he was settled.

“Now can I take the gloves off?” she purred, rubbing the outside of her pussy along the tip of his dick a few times till he was practically whimpering. “I really wanna touch you,” she whispered into his ear.

“Fuck,” he breathed, fighting hard to keep himself in check as she wiggled her ass against his shaft.

“What was that?” she played coy.

“Yes, okay, yes, you can,” he said, and in a moment, she’d stripped them off using her teeth, which he caught just in time and emanated a growl from him due to the sight.

She dropped them off the side of the bed, and his hands were on her waist the second her nails dug into his chest, both of them moving her down onto his cock and moaning loudly at the incredible feel of their bodies connecting.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re inside me, Alex,” Poppy cried, digging her knees into the bed on either side of him and moving up and down till his moans turned into helpless cries.

He groaned and dug his hands into her ass, moving her faster and faster until her breasts were bouncing and her hips were grinding too.

Poppy clutched the top of the headboard on the bed frame and moved slicker on his erect dick, doing exactly what he did at the exact speed that drove him out of his mind.

“I missed you today, Alex,” she whimpered, tossing her head back when his thumb and forefinger came into contact with her soaking clit. “Shit. I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, Poppy,” he growled, becoming more aroused with her little cries and whimpers and glad he could pleasure her in some small way.

The cries and moans and groans and growls and creaking of the bed came together, and somehow Alex gathered the strength to turn Poppy onto her back and pound into her from above.

She wrapped her limbs around him and moved with him, clawing her nails down his back and connecting to him through another lip lock, mimicking what he was doing with his dick with her tongue in his mouth.

The momentum between them built further and further, and then finally, at last, they came undone.

Alex shouted, and bit down hard on Poppy’s lip, making her cry too from the pain, from the pleasure of it all.

Because what was sex with each other without blurring the lines a little?

At last, Alex pulled free of her and laid beside her on the bed.

She immediately snuggled close, tucking her face beneath his chin, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight against him.

The timer went off.

“That’ll be the dryer,” Poppy said, exhaustion weighing down each word.

“I’ll get it later.”

“And the floor is only half-done in the kitchen,” she confided, to which Alex chuckled.

“I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

“Maybe then you can give me a little treat,” she suggested, her eyes closed, but Alex knew if they’d been open, they’d be glittering.

“You can bet your ass I will,” he assured her.

She giggled and traced some lines across his chest.

He caught her hand when it started to wander south.

“Rest, Miss Eager.”

And she didn’t try to pry her hand free.

Poppy waited as Alex’s face went pale as ice, and as he stood there awkwardly, not moving.

“Oh, c’mon, Alex,” she complained. “You just carried me naked to the pool. This can’t be that big of a deal, especially because I’ve seen you naked already.”

“Not all at once, Poppy,” he muttered, not looking at her where her head bobbed just above the surface of the water. “Besides, you promised you wouldn’t look.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t remember promising something stupid like that, but fine. I won’t look.”

She lifted her hands to cover her eyes and waited for him to strip and get in the water.

She heard the swish as his t-shirt came up and over his head and fell somewhere on the ground. Next was the kicking off of his shoes as his toes sank into the dirt, and then, Poppy couldn’t help herself, since he was hesitating far too long. She parted half her fingers over her right eye and caught him with his shorts at his knees, his larger-than-life cock semi-erect and pointing at the pool in her direction.

“Oh, god.”

She spun around in the pool and treaded the water beneath the surface.

“Poppy, you promised not to look!”

“I’m sorry, okay? You were taking too long!”

He grumbled something Poppy couldn’t make out and finished undressing before kicking the clothes in one pile and walking towards the pool, sinking in as soon as he could once the floor of the pool descended beneath him.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m here.”

Poppy turned around slowly.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I shouldn’t have looked.”

His shoulders relaxed, and he shook his head.

“It’s okay, Poppy. You didn’t really promise anyway.”

“I did kinda want to see how ripped you are one more time,” she teased, splashing him with a bit of water.

“Oh, yeah?” He splashed her back. “Why’s that?”

Poppy giggled.

“Hey!”

“Why is that, Poppy?” he pressed, coming closer and splashing her with bigger waves.

She backed away to get away from the waves, but he swam after her and gathered her into his arms unexpectedly. She gripped his shoulders when his arms came around her waist.

“Maybe because you’re so damn modest all the time,” she sassed.

“Oh, is that it?” he teased, sliding his hands all around her back until they were dangerously close to her bare ass.

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Alex.”

“Poppy, I…”

And she could tell the exact moment he realized maybe he’d gone too far. But much to her surprise, he didn’t let go of her or distance himself in any way. Though his hands did stop moving under the water.

“We agreed only one time, Alex.”

He licked his lips, staring at hers.

“I know.”

“Alex.”

His blue eyes lifted to look into her hazel ones.

“You’re not catching feelings, are you?” she asked carefully, her heartbeat thudding a million miles a minute.

“What? No. Of course not!” He let go of her and distanced them a little bit in the water. “It’s just that I…” He turned around, and she had to hold in a moan for how broad and defined the top of his back was as he ran his hand through his hair.

She blinked herself back to reality when he turned back around.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, Poppy.”

Her lips parted.

“The way you touched me, the way you looked on top of me, how it felt…I feel like I’m going out of my fucking mind.”

Poppy’s cheeks burned.

So, her initial suspicions had been correct. He felt it too.

She swallowed hard.

“It’s okay, Alex.” She swam up to him. “You just had sex for the first time. I remember how crazy I felt after the second or third time too.”

“Not the first?” He frowned.

“Well, no. The first time hurts for girls usually. So, I needed a bit of a break before I was willing to try again. Especially since it was with some random guy, nobody special.”

His shoulders slumped over.

“Did you ever want it to be with someone special?” he asked.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!

This was not happening.

She could not do this!

She was not going to remember to six months ago when she’d been fantasizing about her first time with Alex.

That was a lifetime ago, and she’d never dreamed he’d say yes, so eventually she picked someone random just to get it over with. She couldn’t admit that to him though. And, thinking back, she was glad it hadn’t happened that way. They would’ve had no clue what to do with both of them virgins.

“Once,” she allowed herself to confide.

He frowned and pulled her in when she tried to swim away.

“Alex, I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, okay,” he released her, and she fought every impulse in her body not to put more distance between them. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and put a gigantic fake smile on her face.

“It’s totally fine. Let’s just…enjoy the pool, yeah? Maybe swim over there under those waterfalls? I bet that would feel nice.”

She gestured toward the water pouring over the side of an above ridge, and he suddenly appeared wary.

“Don’t you think the pressure from all that water will drown us?”

Poppy scoffed, suddenly feeling much more confident.

“Don’t be so pessimistic, Alex. I bet the water’s shallower over there too. C’mon. Let’s give it a try.”

Before he could respond, she was already swimming over there, and so reluctantly, he did too. When at last they reached the joint waterfall, Poppy tentatively stuck her hand into the pounding water to see how intense the pressure might be. It was a lot, to be sure, but not so much that she thought it would drown her. And, as she predicted, the ground beneath them was shallower too – so shallow in fact, that she could sit and the water was up to her waist.

She tried her best to ignore Alex staring at her breasts where they sat before the water, but she didn’t know how to without bringing attention to it. So, she swallowed and avoided eye contact.

“I think it’s safe,” she said, and scooted directly beneath the water so it was pouring all around her, from her head to her shoulders and descending across her entire upper half.

“Oh, my god. It feels incredible.”

She leaned back, gripping behind her for some solid rock and let the water pound down on her chest, entirely oblivious to what Alex was going through and instead indulging in the feel of the waterfall on her body and how it melted away every worry she had.

“Come on, Alex,” she urged. “Try it.”

…

Alex waded in the water, watching Poppy and wondering how to proceed.

She was breathtaking, that was for sure. And he still wanted to fuck her again – and had told her as much, though her response to his venting about it hadn’t exactly been encouraging.

And now she wanted him to sidle up next to her under the waterfall where her bare breasts were getting the brunt of the waterfall and just, what? Pretend he couldn’t see what was right in front of him?

It was nerve-wracking. And embarrassing. And it did nothing to lessen his erection under the water.

But if Poppy wanted to ignore the elephant in the room for a little while longer, he supposed he could afford to do it too. At least out loud.

So, he swam the remaining distance over to her and tentatively put his hand under the water too, testing it, even though he’d seen her do it first. Just as she’d discovered, the pressure was hard and fast and intense, but not too much that it would drown them if they were directly under it.

Alex lifted himself up and let the water pound on his head and shoulders, then he leaned back, same as Poppy was doing, and let it come down on his chest and stomach instead.

“See, it’s nice.”

His eyes were glued to her breasts beneath the water.

“Alex.”

He lifted his gaze and blushed a little.

“Hmm?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this truly horny in our entire relationship.”

He laughed.

“That’s because I hadn’t had sex before, and hadn’t had it with you either.”

“Yeah, I’m gathering that.” She pursed her lips. “Okay.”

His heart dropped.

“Okay?”

“We can have sex one more time, tonight, in my tent.”

His eyes went wide.

“We’ll do a couple more positions, enough so that the next time you find a girl attractive enough to sleep with, you won’t feel like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He was silent for a while. His mind had been speeding a mile a minute, hardly fast enough to keep up with his libido. Part of him had started to fantasize about a friends-with-benefits arrangement lasting the whole summer. By then she’d be heading to New York, and he’d be going back to Boston, and they would’ve had enough sex that he would’ve been thoroughly confident the next time another girl came along that wasn’t Poppy and he found himself in a position to want to fuck with it being mutual.

But he supposed he would take what he could get.

“Okay.” He paused. “Thank you, Poppy.”

She smiled until she bubbled over with laughter. It was contagious, and soon he was laughing too.

“What’s so funny?” he finally asked when they simmered down.

She shrugged.

“I just can’t believe we’re even talking about this, let alone doing it. I mean, we’re friends,” she deadpanned. “Y’know?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, but it’s not weird for me when I’m horny, I guess,” he blurted without thinking.

She gave him a look, and he looked away to hide his blush.

“Hey.”

She hooked her pinkie with his beside hers, and he looked back.

“You want to kiss under the waterfall?”

His eyes widened slightly.

“You don’t think that’d be too romantic?”

She shook her head.

“Not when it’s us, and our heads are in the gutter,” she laughed. “It’s steamy.”

He grinned slowly, the use of our telling him loud and clear that he wasn’t alone in this.

“Okay.”

They scooched a little closer, then leaned in behind the waterfall. Alex cupped Poppy’s face, then moved his head beneath the waterfall. Poppy followed suit, and with eyes closed, they came together and solidified the kiss.

The sensation was indescribable.

The feeling of water all around them, pounding down on them, coming between them, as their lips touched and melded together.

Alex very reluctantly started to pull away, but at the last moment, Poppy whimpered and reached for him, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.

Before either of them realized what was happening, they were full-on making out under the water, their hands wandering and fondling their naked bodies. They were so caught up in each other they almost didn’t hear the sound of a young child calling them out from the edge of the pool.

“Look, Mommy! Naked people!”

“Oh, my Lord!” The mother replied when she saw what her child was pointing at. “The nerve of some people. You should be ashamed of yourselves!” She hissed, lifting her child into her arms and turning back in the other direction.

A couple other people were there with her. A woman shook her head, equally disgusted. Two men smiled before being yelled at and turning away.

All Alex could think to do was move in front of Poppy, so no one could see her bare breasts, even with the water there to sort of hide them.

“I really didn’t think anyone would come,” Poppy muttered, after they’d waded back into the pool area and were covered up to their chins again.

“It’s okay, Poppy,” Alex tried to reassure her. “They only got a show for a couple seconds.”

“Yeah?” she asked. “Felt longer than that.”

And they both blushed a little.

“You want to head back?” he asked her.

“Yeah, we probably should.”

“And then straight to your tent,” he said, climbing out of the pool and starting to dress.

He could feel her checking him out from behind and looked over his shoulder.

“Maybe,” she said, nonchalantly, standing beside him to dress herself as well.

He gave her a once-over and kissed her again.