Teen Years - Big Mouth (Updated Version)

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Sexual Content!!
Not necessary to read if it makes you uncomfy, you'll still understand what's happening if you skip this part. It doesn't get explicit until after paragraph 5, though it mentions it in 4. Numbered down to 5 for convenience jic.  Love you ❤
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(1) I lied when I said Judd was kind. As I sat on his lap, I could hear him chuckling quietly. He was forcing them down but I could still hear them. I looked up at Judd and before I knew it, I was shoved into the lake. Fuck. I stood and looked at him, shock etched onto my face.

(2) He couldn't hide them anymore; he burst into loud, abrupt laughter. It was worth it. The freezing water was worth it to hear Judd laugh like that. He never did around his family or Nick's friends or any of ours. I'd heard it before, just not very often. I loved it. And I loved the way he looked when he laughed like this. His nose crinkled, his eyes were closed with a few tears, his hands were gripping the front of his shirt tightly as he leaned back.

(3) I stepped out of the lake, catching his attention. His laughter died down as he watched me. I began shedding clothes and throwing them towards my van. He had an amused look on his face but it turned into something else when I started to walk toward him. He stood up and held his arms out, pulling me into them. I melted in his arms, letting out a quiet sigh.

(4) Before I knew it, Judd had me pinned to the blanket, chuckling once more. I looked up at him with a smile, just enjoying having him around. He put a hand on my cheek, releasing mine. "Ever fucked by a lake?" He asked, glancing over to it. "Nice, Judd." I replied, shaking my head. He leaned down and slammed his lips against mine, placing his other hand on my waist. There was something else, though. It wasn't the kind of kiss you'd usually expect from anyone, it was rough and almost.. Territorial? It tasted like jealousy in pure form.

(5) I was surprised and a little confused. Who was Judd jealous over? Nobody really made sense. No one I was around daily or semi-daily flirted or treated me like anything other than a friend. I tried my hardest not show that I noticed but he probably should've assumed I would've. Judd's emotions weren't exactly a well-kept secret. Usually, they could be as he'd smile when he was angry or laugh when he was sad. Or flip out out of what seemed like nowhere. But once he hid them for a bit, they'd slip out in small ways.

I gripped the front of his dark grey tee tightly and held him as close as I could, my fingers started to cramp. He slipped it off and balled it up under my head, making a small makeshift pillow. He kissed my cheek then down my jawline, slipping down my neck before landing at my collarbones. He'd left a trail of leopard spots behind him. I waited as he did the same to the other side of my neck, making the two lines connect at my cleavage.

I gently pushed him back a bit, biting my lip as I looked up at him. "Let's do it differently tonight." I said softly, interlacing our fingers. He looked confused for a moment until I guessed it finally clicked for him. He nodded in agreement and sat up, shedding the rest of his clothes and piling them up next to the blanket.

He held himself up with one palm as he used the other hand to guide himself in, chuckling when my face flushed. As much as I had enjoyed Judd rearranging my internal alphabet, there was something about it that made me enjoy the gentle version a bit more. There was a sweetness in it, something that was usually hard to see in Judd. But now, it was nothing for him to show it, I didn't even think he'd noticed it.

He placed his other hand down beside my head as he thrusted in slowly, grinning at any and all noises I made. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss to my lips, his grin now a smile that took up half his face. He sped up a bit every now and again but usually waited until I asked for it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him a small squeeze.

He began to thrust harder, speeding up slightly to balance it out. The sounds of our bodies together almost reminded me of the school marching band but prettier. Clap, clap, clap. I held onto him tightly, moaning loudly into the crook of his neck. I dug my nails into his shoulders and dragged them down, bright red marks trailing down his back. A few were bleeding a bit.

I said a few unintelligible words as I came, my brain feeling like complete mush. Judd did a rough translation and ended up with "Fuck! Oh fuck! Judd! Fuck!" He soon followed suit, growling almost. He whispered several praises, just loud enough for me to hear.

One thing I could accurately say about Judd Birch - he has a massive ego and fanning it is incredibly simple. On the ride home, all I heard about was how he was so fucking amazing, he could make me speak Simlish. Dick.