Short Story 1.

It's just kissing cause I am a shy girl. Orginally handwritten on March 10th 2025

I felt warm. I leaned farther back, lowering myself deeper into the basin, the water gliding over both my shoulders, where my body stilled with the movement of the water.

Eyes closed, I take a deep breath and hold. The simple beat of the song playing in the background sets a steady tempo that my heart easily follows. I felt calm.

I let out the trapped air from my lungs in a long outward breath. Opening my eyes, I reach my hand to the outside of the tub where the remote lies atop a stool. I pick it up and point it at the giant mounted screen across from me, and turn the TV on. I select the home screen to Netflix to my profile 'Michi'. I go to the recently watched list and select Grey's Anatomy. Before I see any new developments in the show, I quickly press pause on the remote. I waited.

I set the remote back on the stool. The water was restless with my jostling, but now the water stilled again as I came to a stop. I crane my neck back to look over my shoulder for any movement out the door of the bathroom that looked into the bedroom. A faint shuffle I hear, and I raise my voice to call out to the person making the noise.

"Aster, are you coming?". I turn my head forward, expecting a response back from him, but nothing returns. I water another beat, another line of verse from the song playing, before raising my voice a pitch higher this time,

"Aster!"

This time, the man I love finally responds to my calls. "Yes, my love. I am here", he says. I hear the smile in his voice.

"I was just trying to find the bath bubbles I bought yesterday". On the right corner of my eye, I can see the mirror above the counter, and I see him striding into the room with a bottle in his hands. He's naked.

I hid my grin by lowering myself into the water deeper to have it cover my mouth. 'God, he's so cute,' I can't help but think. He comes to the opposite end of the tub and starts pouring the pink liquid from the bottle into the tub. He pushes his hand into the tub and swirls it in a clockwise motion, mixing the two liquids. His other hand reaches onto the nozzle beside him, adding more warm water into the basin.

I reach my hand out, bringing the water with me, and grab his hand on the nozzle and whisper, "Get in the tub, Aster". I rub my thumb across his hand, across his knuckles and look up to the man at the end of the tub, looking down at my bare body. I raise myself on my knees and press my wet, warm body against his warm, dry one. I am leaning on him, my body, my breasts, and my hands pressed against his chest.

I look up at his cool blue-grey eyes, which resemble a storm, a storm that I'd happily get swallowed in. The storm disappears as his eyes close, but I keep staring at him. I see his lashes, the tips of his hair that curls on his forehead, and his pinkish lips come closer to me until all I see is a blur, and I am overwhelmed by his scent.

I close my eyes. Soft but slightly chapped, he touches my lips. His lips are on mine, kissing my top lip - his bottom lip between my two. He pushes more, and my lips move apart with my mouth opening up for him. I feel the hot air of his breath enter my mouth with his tongue sneaking in and licking the roof of my mouth.

I feel the air shoot from me with a gasp; it tickles. The feeling from my mouth travels down my spine in a tingle that ends with a burn, a craving in my core.

His fingers glide up the sides of my body to rest his left arm in a hug on my lower back, resting on the curves of my body, nestled in perfectly. His right arm goes further up and cups the back of my neck. Where he holds my head deepens our kiss. Our lips are locked, for what feels like hours, before I let out a moan so strained by the fact that I need more of him, but instead he pulls away from me.

I can't see him right away. But seconds-on-seconds later, my eyes adjust to the soft glow of the room, and I see his gorgeous tanned skin come into view. He's grinning at me. My heart is beating fast, faster than the steady rhythm that tranquiled me before. I feel breathless.

I am overwhelmed, my feelings, the obsession I have over him crushes any thoughts I had before of having a peaceful evening, and I reach for his arm and yank him down on top of me and try to get him into the tub. It doesn't work.

He stumbles, his torso bent over the lip of the tub, but he does not make it into the water. He laughs and crawls into this warm paradise with me. Body onto top of me, he leans back down and captures my lips in another kiss.

This time, as his tongue darted out to spread my lips, his knee did the same to my legs below. I moan as I rub my lips on the top of his knee, my arms winding themselves around his shoulders, where I moan out "Please, Aster, just fuck me already".

He laughs, "I thought we were gonna treat this as a spa night and catch up with Grey's?". He bring his head down and kisses my jaw and then proceeds downwards to my neck, where he sucks on the space where my neck and shoulder meet.

"I don't care, I haven't gotten to spend time with you like this all week," I say the quickest I can before taking in another breath, as his mouth is already stealing the ends of my words.

"Alright, alright, I forgot you were so obsessed with me", he giggles. I can feel a hard presence at my entrance. I grab it with my left hand and help him enter my hole. Then I use my other hand to grab his shoulder to steady myself as I close the distance between us below.


---- to be continued ----