I swallow and do up his trousers. He sighs, sitting up straight. "Thankyou baby" he smiles, putting his hands on my cheeks and kissing me softly. "You're welcome" I giggle, kissing him again.
"I like doing that when I'm on my period.. it makes me feel better about not being able to give you sex" I say. "I don't need sex from you.. just many many kisses" he kisses all over my face. I giggle.
"Can I have your glasses?" I ask. "Um" he says as I pull them off of him. I undo his trousers. "What on earth are you doing?" He asks as I pull out his penis.
I put his glasses on it. I giggle. "You're so stupid!" He chuckles. I take a picture on my phone. He pulls the glasses off and tosses them across the room. I giggle. He pulls up his trousers.
"Idiot" he hits me playfully. I laugh hysterically as I look at the picture. I put it in my private folder. "That was funny" I grin, putting my phone aside. He rolls his eyes.
"So immature" he says. I grin. "Let's have a look" he mumbles, pulling off my top. He grabs a sharpie and starts drawing on my boobs.
He draws my boobs as two eyes and draws a curved line under them to make a face. I laugh hysterically as I look at it. He takes a picture. "Ha! Payback" he grins. I giggle.
"The next time we have sex, I'm gonna decorate my boobs like this.. just for you baby" I tease. He glares at me. I laugh.
"Wipe it off now!" I hit him. He laughs, grabbing some baby wipes. He tries to wipe it off but can't. "Babe" I say, looking down. "It won't come off" he chuckles.
I hit him before running to the shower. I shower, trying to scrub it off but nothing will work. I get out and put my clothes on.
"Derek! I'm going to be like this forever" I say. "Ask my mom.. she'll know how to get it off" he says. I roll my eyes.
"Come on" he drags me downstairs to the living room. "Mom, meredith has sharpie on her.. how can she get it off?" He asks.
"Show me" she says. "I can't" I say. "Well I can't help you if-" she says. "It- it's on my- my boobs" I clear my throat nervously.
She starts laughing. "Its not funny!" I say. I hit derek as he starts laughing too.
"Use this" she throws me a bottle of baby oil. I catch it. I hold Derek's hand, pulling him upstairs.
I pass him the bottle and remove my shirt. "You want me to do it?" He asks. "You're the one who did it in the first place! Your girlfriends boobs, your responsibility" I say. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.
He puts some oil onto my boobs. I giggle as he massages my breasts in his hands. "Actually this is quite fun" he squeezes them. "They're not stress balls!" I hit him. He grins.
"Its coming off" he says. He wipes the oil off with a few wipes. "There you go" he kisses my chest. I slip my shirt back on. "Thankyou" I say sarcastically. He grins.
I pick his glasses up from the floor, where he tossed them earlier and put them on him. "There you go" I kiss his lips quickly. "Thankyou" he smiles.
My phone starts ringing. He sits in bed as I pick it up. "Hi dad?" I say. "Hi sweetheart, its been a while" he says. "Yeah" I say quietly.
"Do you want to meet up? For lunch?" He asks. "I'm still with derek" I say. "I know, I just miss you" he says. "I miss you too" I smile small.
"Invite derek along too.. tomorrow" he says. "Oh, Derek's working tomorrow" I say. "He has a job? Where?" He asks. "He works part time as a waiter in a restaurant.. the one down the road from where he lives" I say.
"Perfect, we'll meet there" he says. "No, dad-" I say. "3pm tomorrow.. I love you bye" he hangs up so I can't argue. I groan.
"I'm meeting up with my dad tomorrow.. where you work" I say. His eyes widen. "It'll be fine" I say, trying to calm him down, even though I'm not fully convinced myself.
He sighs. "Well, I'm glad your dad finally reached out" he says. "Me too" I smile, climbing next to him in bed. We cuddle into eachother until derek decides to get his study books out to 'calm himself down before tomorrow'???? He's a weirdo.
