Talking

I like calling Jamie cloud, or whipped cream, or marshmallow. Since his hair was all pale and fluffy.

When it used to be brown so I called him Brownie.

He didn't like my nicknames but he loves me too much to yell at me.

He even dyed it light blue and I started calling him cotton candy. Then his face turned bright red and I started calling him strawberry .

He is so cute. I love teasing him.

Huh? Wait, his hair! No, my fluffy little cloud is gone, he dyed his hair back!

Jamie : [Hey, it's not that bad. You're just sad that you can't call me Cloud anymore.]

Oh, did I say that out loud? I quickly clasped my hand over my mouth.

Jamie : [*hahaha SNORT* You say things out loud a lot.]

Oh, I do don't I?

Jamie beamed with a cute smile.

Jamie: [So how's your little thirst quest going.]

He's also a sassy smol bean, I love it!

"I'm still mighty dehydrated but soon I'm going to get to swallow a long, spicy, drink of water," I said whilst licking my lips and giving him a wink.

He shook his head and began to chuckle.

Jamie: [*ha hahaha ha Snort haha* Okay, ew! Nah I'm just kidding. But you bish, you better give the tea.]

I cackled at his words before rambling on and on about how I was so excited and how I couldn't wait.

Jamie didn't mind me rambling though and listened with a big smile and ears perked up.

Some might say it's inappropriate or that it's weird that I talk to so openly about sex with a guy. Actually-, scratch that people have said that.

They said that if I keep on being so open and naive he's bound to fall for me if he hadn't already.

But that's not gonna happen cause he's as straight as an infinity symbol. But he's also dependent on his very homophobic adoptive parents so he's in the closet.

And he made it clear that he didn't want one soul to know. So I just put up with the bitchy comments and talk to my little brownie however I like.

Jamie: [Ok, you're prepared right? You have lube, condoms?]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm more than prepared. But enough about my very soon to be sex life. Let's talk about yours, cherry boy, " I chimed with leaning my chin into my palm.

He immediately reminded me of the reason I called him strawberry and looked away.

Jamie: [W-well, there isn't any. You know that! W-why did you even bring that up? *Guuuh!*]

He groaned and buried his face into his palms.

Daawww! Keey-ooot!

Look I don't want to be one of those annoying little bitches who always push their friends to have sex and out of their comfort zone.

But Jamie makes the bitch come out.

He only leaves his apartment for either school, work, grocery shopping, or when his parents or I drag him out of there.

He works in design so most of his work is done at home so he barely has to leave.

In school, he primarily focuses on his studies and never socializes. That just sounds like a diligent student, I know.

But to barely talk to anyone all day, spend so much time in a book that your nose bleeds, and to just go home and either eat ramen, sleep, study, work, or occasionally watch TV sound really unhealthy.

Which is probably why he has such poor such social skills.

And his diet consists of mainly ramen, junk food, and air. It's amazing he's not two hundred pounds by now. But whenever he does gain weight it spreads to all the right places.

I may sound like a perv saying this, but his butt is so juicy I just wanna sink my teeth in it.

But he always covers up his body. I mean, c'mon! I wish I was curvy like that!

Plus, he never indulges in his 'urges' as I do.

Yes, we're that close, we even know that much. Got a problem?

Which is also unhealthy, but I know he's interested in sex. But never has the courage to go through with hooking up.

I bet if he just got broken off once every once in a while then he'd relax a bit.

"Because with that ass you're practically begging for someone to pound that bussy." I giggled.

He faltered and his eyes grew big as his face glowed like Rudolph's nose.

Jamie: [W-what!? Stop! No, that's not-! Umm!]

He whimpered like a little kitten.

"I saw your internet history." I bluntly said and well, you already know what color he is.

"C'mon Brownie you know I worry about you. And you never rub one out, so sex seems like the next thing. It's perfectly natural!" I exclaimed.

Jamie: [I know! It's just, I don't know how to... do... that.... stuff.]

Oh. My. CHIMICHANGAS! He is so pure! I feel like I need a gallon of holy water just so I can look at his pureness.

"*Pfft* Then when I get back, I'm gonna help find you some nice break glass.

♪My saddles waitin' ride it my pony♪"

I started to sing one of the sexiest songs I knew and moved my shoulders in a small dance.

Jamie let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

*knock knock* I heard a knock at the door and Sasha poked her head in. "Hey it's almost time, " she whispered.

I looked out the small circular window and saw that the sky had transitioned to a light orange.

What the hell!? Did I talk for that long!?

I turned back to Jamie who nodded and said, " Yup, I was fine with it. You looked so happy so I was happy."

I smiled. I wish I could hug him. "Well, thank you, you rock. I gotta go though, big plans, " I winked, " Talk to you later?"

Jamie: [*Snort* You better, and with juicy details too. Love ya.]

"Love you too, " I cooed back and slowly clicked away from the conversation.

That's when Sasha walked in with a large bag and a large bottle of wine.

"What's all that for?" I asked. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Preparation, " she happily chimed before setting the wine down on the nightstand. Then setting her bag on the bed and cracking her knuckles loudly.

"Now let's make some babies, " she also chimed.

Ok, maybe not any babies but definitely the process of making them.