Sharing Bubblegum
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,310
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sharing Bubblegum
Not one day comes to mind that I have seen Alex without bubblegum. Really, I don't even know if it even is bubblegum. He claims it's sugarless, healthy. He smacks it between those perfect white teeth, not one out of line, and somehow he manages to get bubbles past them larger than about the size of what you get when you put your thumb and index finger together and a circle forms. Still, Alex claims it's sugarless, low calorie, cleans your teeth, fights cavitities; he claims that it's miracle gum.
Despite those perfect white teeth and his miracle gum, I know he has cavities. When Alex laughs, really laughs, he throws back his head so that you can see inside his mouth where there are dots of gray-silver and his pink wad of gum is nestled back against a line of teeth. He doesn't do that often, though, so usually he has nothing to worry about.
He's always blowing bubbles, too. For as long as I've known him, Alex can't go a week without turning to me in bed so that our noses are nearly against each others' and one of our legs twined together. He'll turn away a moment and a rustle of paper later will turn back to me, locking our eyes and smacking on his gum with such determination that he forgets to close his mouth and you can see the pink disappearing in and out the rows of white.
Reaching forward, Alex'll rake a hand idly through my hair and I'll grin at him, expecting exactly what's too come, like how the chomping of his teeth over the gum will slow until his mouth remembers to close. Alex's eyes will be looking right into mine, although his mind's about as far away as it can get and still find its way back.
At leisure, he'll open his mouth again, pulling his head back and away to give himself room for his performance. Then, like a creature coated pink in slick, dried paint, his tongue will probe ouwards against the wall of elastic and disappear in place of a not-quite-transparent sphere. Alex lets the sphere linger for as long as he can, inhaling through his nose and slowly breathing out into it. Eventually, he'll close his eyes, and what feels like hours will pass with him gradually trying, and trying not, to fill the bubble too much.
Alex never -- never -- seems surprised when something breaks in the corner of the elastic nearest his mouth. Instead, his breath will hitch just before the moment, the bubble will shrink back a little like it's preparing itself, and, then, with a final, gentle blow the air will seep out a side as Alex pulls the gum back into the safety of his mouth with a small, audible 'pop' and he opens his eyes.
When he sees me starring, my mouth parted into the perfect 'o', Alex'll grin and press our lips together, probing his tongue alongside and underneath mine like he's trying to stretch the gum for another bubble.
And somehow he gets this perfect every. single. time. And, at the end of sex, I'll find myself staring up at the ceiling with the taste of Alex and watermelon in my mouth, trying to keep my bubbles from popping.
Despite those perfect white teeth and his miracle gum, I know he has cavities. When Alex laughs, really laughs, he throws back his head so that you can see inside his mouth where there are dots of gray-silver and his pink wad of gum is nestled back against a line of teeth. He doesn't do that often, though, so usually he has nothing to worry about.
He's always blowing bubbles, too. For as long as I've known him, Alex can't go a week without turning to me in bed so that our noses are nearly against each others' and one of our legs twined together. He'll turn away a moment and a rustle of paper later will turn back to me, locking our eyes and smacking on his gum with such determination that he forgets to close his mouth and you can see the pink disappearing in and out the rows of white.
Reaching forward, Alex'll rake a hand idly through my hair and I'll grin at him, expecting exactly what's too come, like how the chomping of his teeth over the gum will slow until his mouth remembers to close. Alex's eyes will be looking right into mine, although his mind's about as far away as it can get and still find its way back.
At leisure, he'll open his mouth again, pulling his head back and away to give himself room for his performance. Then, like a creature coated pink in slick, dried paint, his tongue will probe ouwards against the wall of elastic and disappear in place of a not-quite-transparent sphere. Alex lets the sphere linger for as long as he can, inhaling through his nose and slowly breathing out into it. Eventually, he'll close his eyes, and what feels like hours will pass with him gradually trying, and trying not, to fill the bubble too much.
Alex never -- never -- seems surprised when something breaks in the corner of the elastic nearest his mouth. Instead, his breath will hitch just before the moment, the bubble will shrink back a little like it's preparing itself, and, then, with a final, gentle blow the air will seep out a side as Alex pulls the gum back into the safety of his mouth with a small, audible 'pop' and he opens his eyes.
When he sees me starring, my mouth parted into the perfect 'o', Alex'll grin and press our lips together, probing his tongue alongside and underneath mine like he's trying to stretch the gum for another bubble.
And somehow he gets this perfect every. single. time. And, at the end of sex, I'll find myself staring up at the ceiling with the taste of Alex and watermelon in my mouth, trying to keep my bubbles from popping.