Taming of the Greggo

Twenty minutes later they were at Greg’s house with five pints of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in five different flavors and Ireland was asleep in the passenger seat with the grocery bag on her lap.

Greg took the bag of ice cream into the house and came back out to get Ireland. He carried her into the house, laid her down on his bed and took off her shoes.

“You know,” she said from above him. “You wouldn’t have woke me up if you had just not touched my feet.”

“Yeah,” Greg pulled the covers out from under her, “but then you’d get black flip flop marks on my sheets.” He threw the covers over her head and started to walk out to the living room.

“What, not staying with me?” She threw a pillow at him.

“I thought you said this wasn’t college.” Greg kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed next to her.

“Oh see, that kind of backtalk just isn’t allowed.” Ireland curled up into Greg’s chest and put her arm around him. “I missed you, too. A lot.”

Greg ran his fingers through her hair and rubbed her back. It was just like college. He’d always been so comfortable with her. Even though they’d never had sex in college, they’d spent nights together regularly. Greg never felt pressed around Ireland. He was just content being around her. He sighed. He never realized how much he really missed that feeling.

“Stop staring at me,” Ireland said, eyes still closed.

“Sorry.” Greg kissed her forehead and sighed again as Ireland started rubbing his back. He closed his eyes and was almost asleep when he felt Ireland stretch out from her ball and scoot up against him. She reached up the back of his shirt and drew soft shapes with her fingernail. Greg smiled. “I really missed this.”

“Mmm…me too.” Ireland looked up at Greg and kissed at his neck. After a second she stopped and got out of bed.

“What’s up?” Greg sat up.

Ireland paced the floor in front of his bed. “This isn’t college, Greg. I mean, it’s been six years. People change in six years. Honestly, right now, I’m willing to jump you. I have been since college. But I don’t want to go there if this isn’t going to work out. I love you. I have for a long time. That’s why I avoided you like the plague when you were going out with Ali. I couldn’t deal with all of that. You were so happy when you were together and guess who was there to pick up the pieces when you broke up. And you couldn’t even see that! And I tried to keep it up after I left, but I couldn’t handle the job and you and…”

Greg got out of the bed and wrapped his arms around her. “Stop. Just stop. I’m sorry. I didn’t see it. I didn’t get it right either. But I’m here, and I’m willing to pick up where we left off, or just start over. I don’t care.” Greg grabbed Ireland’s chin and made her look at him. “I made mistakes, too. I could have kept calling. Hell, I could have come over there. But I was scared that you had moved on, and that I was wrong, that you didn’t feel like I thought you did. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about any of that, because you’re here and I love you, too, and I’m glad you found the letter because I didn’t have enough guts to tell you myself, but you knew, and that’s what matters to me.” He was speaking so forcefully, he was almost shaking her.

“You know your eyes get darker when you’re stressed out?” Ireland laughed at him.

“What?” Greg let go of her and just stared.

“Your eyes. They get darker when you’re stressed out. Or emotional, whatever you want to call it.” Ireland smiled.

“Yeah, I’m good with stressed out.” Greg smiled. “Getting a little emotional, am I?”

“Just a tad.” Ireland reached up and kissed him. Greg wrapped his arms around her. It was the kiss he’d wanted since he’d watched her get on the plane to Virginia. This time he was prepared for it. He walked her over to the bed and leaned her down gently. When they finally separated Ireland yawned.

“Jeez, you’re exhausted. I’m sorry, I forget now that I’ve been on nightshift for a while that it’s not normal for everyone.” Greg pulled her up and covered her again. “Go to sleep.”

“It’s ok. We needed to talk or it was going to be really weird.” Ireland grabbed Greg by the elbow and pulled him down onto the bed. “Now get the hell over here.” She ran her hands through his now flattened hair. It was long and shaggy when it wasn’t in spikes. “It suits you.”

Greg started kissing at her neck and ear. “I have wanted to do this,” he whispered in her ear between kisses, “for a very long time.” Greg wrapped his arms around her and pulled the covers up over their heads.

Ireland yawned in the dark of the covers. “Sorry.” She smiled at Greg.

“You’re going to sleep.” Greg pulled the covers from over their heads. “Right now.” He got up, pulled down his blackout curtains and turned the air conditioner on low.

“You hate that noise,” Ireland grabbed for Greg as he climbed back into the bed.

“I started sleeping with it on. I got used to it. Plus it’s hotter than Hades down here.” Greg pulled off the T-Shirt Ireland had given him and tossed it on the floor. “You might want to slim down a little if you don’t want to be dying in a pool of sweat in about 5 minutes.” Greg pulled off his jeans and socks and tossed them on the floor next to the shirt.

Ireland shrugged and pealed off her shorts and wrapped her arms around Greg. “I don’t know about right now, but I’ll get to sleep. Sooner or later.” She kissed lightly at Greg’s chest and neck. She knew Greg well enough that she knew he was trying to justify keeping her awake. He had always been such a sweet guy. That’s what got him into trouble sometimes. Girls in college wanted the quintessential bad boy. Fast car, smooth talker and fiercely protective. Greg was just a sweet science nerd.

“You’re tired.” He protested weakly.

“I’m not that tired,” she said, as she pulled off her tank top, leaving herself in only her blue boy-cut Polo underwear.

“I…um…” Greg’s excuses were failing fast.

“You need to get your ass over here and kiss me.” Ireland tugged at the waistband of his boxers.

That was all Greg needed. He was on top of Ireland in a second, kissing her neck and shoulders and gently sucking at her earlobes. Slowly, he kissed down her chest and pulled one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He drew tiny circles around the nipple with his tongue, causing Ireland to take a sharp breath. All the while she kissed and sucked at the fingers of his left hand, encouraging him to go on.

Greg slowly kissed his way back up to her eye level, massaging the wet nipple between two fingers, gently. Ireland wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. It was the most electrifying kiss Greg had ever experienced. Her lips were warm and inviting, and her tongue was so soft. He finally had what he had always wanted.

Ireland pulled away a few moments later, panting. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was pressed so tightly against him that she could feel his erection growing. “Getting a little worked up there, Greggo?”

“Uh, yeah, maybe a little.” He didn’t have a chance to move before Ireland pulled down his boxers, unleashing his hardening penis.

Ireland had him on his back in a second. Note to self, Kenpo moves work great in bed.

She slowly pulled his boxers down around his ankles and then pushed them over his feet. Starting at his neck she laid a trail of butterfly kisses down his chest and gently sucked on his nipple. When he moved beneath her with a moan, she let her hands keep playing with his chest, but kissed down his stomach to his hips. She kissed at his shaft softly, evoking another set of breathy moans from Greg. When she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, she thought he was going to jump through the ceiling. With one hand, he was clutching the covers so tightly it looked as if that was all that was keeping him from floating away. With the other hand he rubbed Ireland’s hair softly.

He watched her lick and suck at him for a few minutes, running his fingers through her hair. His whole body was relaxed. A moment later his body was twitching and he arched back as his orgasm took him over. He groaned as the feeling hit him. It had been such a long time…

Greg was still breathing hard when Ireland pulled herself up and kissed him. He started kissing at her neck again, eliciting a quiet moan from his partner. He reached down to pull off her underwear, but found them already gone.

“You were kind of, uh…tied up, so I took them off myself.” Ireland shrugged at him.

“Well then, one less thing for me to do.” Greg rolled Ireland onto her back, kissing and sucking at her neck. He let his hands trail down to massage her breasts, then slid down and kissed at them. Not being one to give anyone unfair treatment, he suckled on the nipple he had so far ignored. Ireland moaned and moved beneath him as he switched from one nipple to the other, lapping at them with his tongue. He rubbed her arms, chest and stomach, slowly kissing his way back up to her neck. He rolled so that he was directly on top of Ireland and let his penis fall between her legs.

Ireland took in a sharp breath as his penis pressed against her clit. He moved back and forth, sending shock waves down her legs. Slowly, he moved down and pushed the length of his shaft into her. Greg moaned as Ireland dug her fingernails into his back.

“Oh, God.” Greg moaned into her ear. It was so tight her vagina seemed to be pulling him deeper, threatening to swallow him whole. Ireland just moaned beneath him. He watched her face, her eyes closed, while he began moving back and forth. She was relaxed, her lips slightly parted, but breathing heavily. Greg brushed his fingers gently over her cheek, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him. They were locked in each other’s gazes for what seemed like an eternity, moving gently together.

As Ireland began to moan and writhe beneath him, Greg moved faster. He lowered his head and covered her face with soft kisses. As she reached her climax, Ireland threw her head back and arched her back up, digging her nails into Greg’s shoulders and pulling him into her. The force of her spasms sent Greg over the edge just seconds later.

Neither of them moved for several minutes. Greg was almost asleep when Ireland started laughing.

“What?” He looked at her, sleepy and bewildered.

“I can’t believe we were stupid enough to wait this long.” She smiled up at Greg, with laughter still in her eyes.

“Hey, be glad you waited. I didn’t learn anything good until after college.” Greg rolled off of Ireland and scratched his head. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”

Ireland shook her head. “Now I really am exhausted. Besides, you don’t smell that bad.” She laughed at him and smacked him with her pillow.

Ireland curled up into her ball and pulled Greg to her, hugging his chest. Greg kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. Only moments later, they were both asleep.