EXES AND OH'S

Little Green-Eyed Monster

"What's wrong?" Charlie asks, stopping her wet trail of kisses down my torso. She hurriedly hovers on top of me and sits on top of my groin, both of us already down in our underwear and making-out in her bedroom.

Well, nothing's wrong. My dick is definitely A-okay. Frigging hell, it's actually so fucking hard and mad for Charlie right now. I guess... I just have lots of thoughts in my head, that I couldn't focus and concentrate enough to enjoy this hot foreplay session with my girl.

"Are you okay?" Charlie whispers against my lips as she looks deep into my eyes with worry, her petite, half-naked gorgeous body covering mine.

I scrape my throat and chew on my bottom lip, then move up a little to lean the back of my head against the headboard. "I'm alright." I lie, trying to smile a little.

"You're not," she makes out, and I'm really amazed how good she is at reading me. Well, I'm quite a good liar sometimes. But this girl right here just sees right through me. Or maybe it's just because I'm looking like a highly miserable dumb fuck right now? Probably. "Tell me about it. Please?" Charlie coaxes, giving me her big sad-puppy-eyes look.

I take a deep breath and return her stare, fixing my eyes into her beautiful deep browns. "Nothing, I..." I trail off, tucking her hair behind her ear and lightly tracing the dips and shallows of her face with my index finger. "I think, there's just... lots of things going through my mind right now."

Her gaze falls on my chest, and she places both her palms on top of my sternum before resting her chin above it. Yep, I can tell she definitely don't want to talk about things right now. 

I am instantly filled with regret. I don't like it when Charlie's like this — looking scared, worried, and anxious. 

Why, oh fucking why, did my brain just decide to suddenly turn on its full emotional function right now? And right before having sex? I never experienced this before. Well, I've never felt for anyone before. This is all entirely new to me. Sex used to be just about... sex, purely physical. But now, it's so fucking different. Is this how being in a serious relationship really is like? You can't separate your emotions from sex? Will it always be like this? Cause I can't seem to fucking push my thoughts away right now. And I badly want Charlie too, so fucking bad, but my mind just won't leave me alone. I need to push this aside for now, I can't act all fucking stupid because I'm feeling... insecure, and jealous.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to." I murmur, and carefully lift up Charlie's chin with my thumb and index finger. "Kiss me?" 

"Well, now that I know you're thinking of something..." She mumbles and pouts, looking a little unsure. "I don't know, maybe we should talk about it? I mean, I — we wouldn't be able to get past this, if we don't... talk. So, just spill it."

Alright, here goes nothing. I gasp for a huge amount of air and pause for a second to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, um, earlier... There's this blonde surfer guy in the elevator. And then he just started talking to me for some reason, says he's your neighbor—"

"Who? Jackson?" Charlie interrupts, her brows meeting in the middle of her forehead as she gives me this confused look.

"Yeah, that guy," I cinch, twitching my mouth in an annoyed pout as I remember and think about  my conversation with Jack-off. "Anyway, um, so I kinda told him that I'm your... boyfriend. And, he told me, 'No, you're not', and I'm just thinking..."