Derek and Erica: Of Love & Lust

I - Roamin' in the Bed: Preview (Erica)

"Hey?"

'Ignore him, Erica...'

"Heey...?"

'Don't...'

"Heeeey...?"

'Don't look at him... No matter how cute he looks right now...'

"Ericaaaaa...!" my boyfriend, Derek, whined, looking up at me with his head lying snug in my lap. I just ignored him and continued reading my book, trying my hardest not to look at him.

I was trying my best to suppress a giggle. Although, that resulted in failure as my lips curved into a small smile when I felt him bury his face in my stomach. I can feel his nose poking into my belly and his mouth turn into a smirk as he smushed his face further into my belly through the neon green tee I was wearing.

"A'ight then. Since you don't wanna answer, I guess you won't mind if I..." he stated while lifting my shirt, exposing my belly and planted soft fleeting kisses all over it. My face warmed a little as this was one of the many few times he's done this.

It's been a while since I've told him about my illness. And during that time, he's been very considerate and understanding. I've told him about my anxieties, and one was about having sex. But it just wasn't the sex I had a problem with, it was generally showing off my naked figure to anyone that lit the fire of my anxieties a-blaze. Since then, we've been taking things slow and did little things: we'd poke and prod each other, he'll grab my butt and my breast, and I'll grab his butt and rub his chest. And on very few occasions, he'll... finger me, and I would... jerk him off. And on VERY rare occasions, he'll... eat my pussy, and I'll... suck his cock. I've only seen it every so often, and... it's quite big... which was another reason why I was hesitant about having sex. It looked like it wouldn't even fit inside of me...

"OOH!" I squeaked, feeling something poke me. I looked down and was met with Derek looking up at me with a smirk on his face, still holding my shirt up with his finger pressed into my slightly freckled belly.

"Why? Why must you?" I groaned.

"'Cause it's funny, that's why," Derek answered, "Plus, I ain't got nun' else better to do. So, what else to do but mess wit'chu?"

I hated his answer, but he wasn't wrong. We have been doing nothing for the past two hours now, but sit here watching TV and reading books. Well, he's been watching TV, while I've been reading books.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" I asked...

... without thinking, forgetting exactly who it was I was talking to...

"Well..." Derek yawned, "I don't really know..." he answered, kissing the side of my belly, which, initially, made me giggle, "What do you wanna do?"

I opened my mouth, only just for air to come out. Hmm. What do I want to do? I've grown tired of reading. And I wasn't tired, despite how late it was. 'What should we do?'

While I was deep in thought, I could guess that Derek already figured out what he wanted to do. He pecked by belly one more time before letting go of my shirt, allowing it to fall and re-cover my stomach and began yanking lightly on the waistline of my pajama pants: a pair of checkered pants consisting of the colors blue, turquoise, blue-green, lime-green and purple with two purple strings.

'...can't run around the house... Why in God's name would we do that anyway? Actually... now that I think about it and knowing how childish he is, I could see Derek wanting to do something like that; most likely wanting to play tag or something,' I pondered, 'Hmm, what else...? I don't think Derek would be up for sketching. Yeah, no, that's kinda more of my thing. Chess? No, Derek doesn't know how to play, and he refuses to learn. Umm... let's see, what else...?' Too deep in my thoughts, I didn't feel or see Derek slip his left hand into my pants, creeping his way to my nether region. My right hand somehow knew what he was doing and latched itself firmly onto his wrist, as my left hand was just as oblivious as I was, resting on my thigh while I continued contemplating for something to do.