"Ann, are you sure you want to do this?" Stuart asked firmly, his clammy palm gripping onto my shoulder.
I kissed his cheek. "I'm sure."
"Oh my God. I'm going to get a blow job from the most beautiful girl," Stuart squealed, making me giggle at his dorky behavior.
I carefully dropped to my knees, feeling the soft carpeting rub against my skin. I sucked in a deep breath to prepare myself. I tried to remember everything I could from that brief reading of 50 Shades that Grace had given me for my birthday. I brought my hand up to his crotch, pressing against it in circular motions, as I palmed him through his jeans.
Stuart threw his head back, which I took as a sign that he enjoyed that. I fumbled with his zipper before finally yanking his pants down, revealing his length. After kissing the tip, I cautiously took him into my mouth.
I tried to ignore the thoughts of how weird this act truly was. All I was focusing on was the symphony of moans escaping his mouth, and how it had to be the hottest thing I had ever heard.
"Baby," Stuart grunted, as his hands reached down to tangle themselves in my hair as I continued to suck away as best as I could to give him the most pleasure I could manage. I glimpsed up at him through my lashes, and his eyes were completely shut and his face was scrunched up as he continued to moan at an obnoxiously loud volume.
And it was all because of me. What an achievement.
Chapter 35
Stuart
I have been in the waiting room for hours, nervously drumming my fingers against my thigh to keep myself slightly entertained. I could barely get any service down here, and I was debating on whether or not I should just leave the dentist and come back in another hour.
But then they called my name.
I quickly stood to my feet, following the woman who was dressed in ugly green scrubs. She led me over to a recovery type room, where Annabel was lying on one of those beds you would find in the nurse's office at school.
Her mouth was swollen and there was gauze inside of it, along with an icepack that she was holding against her face. "Stuart!" Annabel yelled excitedly once she caught a sight of me, and she eagerly tried to sit up.
"No, honey," The dental assistant said softly, placing her hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back on the bed. "You need to rest. Okay, Annabel?"
She nodded her head in a weird manner, as if she had lost the ability to control her body. "Look how hot he is though," Annabel mumbled through the gauze in her mouth, making her words slur and sound muffled.
I laughed at her, but the woman glared at me instantly, which made my smile curve back down to a straight face. "She's on a lot of medication right now and will be in a lot of pain. Make sure she takes the pills we've provided and make sure she keeps icing her face to keep the swelling down. She won't be able to eat for a little while. If you have any questions please give us a call."
"Okay," I answered breathlessly, feeling overwhelmed by how much information was being lashed out at me.
"Alright, come on, Annabel. We're going to sit up nice and slow," The woman urged, placing Annabel's arm around her shoulder to assist her in standing up. Annabel was wobbly and she clutched onto me tightly. "Do you have her?"
"Yes," I assured the dental assistant, whose name I didn't even bother to learn. I swung Annabel's arm around my shoulder, mimicking the woman's actions, and slowly began to walk down the hall and towards the exit. "How do you feel, Ann?"
"I feel like a woolly mammoth who just gave birth to a sea urchin," Annabel murmured incoherently, her face giving off no expression.
I couldn't stop myself from giggling at her as I carefully placed her into the car. I buckled her up into the seat, since she was still holding onto the ice pack and was too delirious to even move.
Annabel pressed her face against the window. "Let me out! Call the police! They just stole my teeth!"
"It's okay, baby. The police are already on their way to stop those thieves," I assured her, because I didn't want her to have a nervous meltdown. I might as well just go along with what she was saying rather than try to fight it.
Annabel let out a sigh of relief as she slumped down against the passenger seat, her mouth hanging open with the disgusting gauze now on full display. I turned my attention to the road as I pulled out of the parking lot, eager to get her back home.
"Stuart?" Annabel asked, tilting her head to the side. I was sneaking glances to look at her while driving now, just to make sure she wasn't touching her mouth. "Can we get food?"
I grimaced. "No, you won't be able to eat for a little while. I'm sorry. But when you can eat I will get you a nice ice cream or something."
"This is bullshit!" She screamed, then clutched onto her jaw in pain due to how much pressure the yelling had put on her mouth. "Ow, ow, ow!"
"You're okay, baby. We'll be home soon. Try not to talk as much and maybe it won't hurt as badly," I stated as an attempt to calm her down. I placed my hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently to soothe her.
"Can I give you road head?"
I nearly slammed on my brakes.
"What?" I repeated, feeling my lower region slightly twitch at the mere thought of that. I snapped out of my fantasy quickly. "No, no, no. You can't, Ann. Your mouth is bloody and sore and that will be gross and hurt you."
She crossed her arms over her chest, huffing in reply. "Please, Stuart. You are hotter than the sun when the sun is in a tanning booth with no sunscreen on."
I chuckled at her. Seeing her so delirious was one of the most adorable things ever. "No, Anna. I'm sorry. Maybe someday when you didn't just get oral surgery."
"Speaking of oral!" Annabel chimed, laughing to herself at the little pun she had made. Then she gripped onto her face again, letting out a load groan. "Stuart, please let me."
"No. You are practically high right now and have gauze in your mouth. It would be impossible and disgusting," I declared, then felt a little bad for snapping at her. But there was no way I could concentrate on driving when I had my just-out-of-surgery girlfriend bobbing for apples down there.
She wined loudly. "I bet Benjamin would let me," Annabel stated, making me laugh at how she still had all of her stubborn attributes even when she was just put under. "I'm going to call Benjamin and ask."
"No you're not," I ordered. My hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel as I made a sharp turn on the road, trying to multitask by taking care of her and by staying alert of every car behind me.
In the corner of my eye I saw Annabel pull out her phone. I leaned over and snatched it away from her, ending the call to whatever number she had dialed. I doubt it was even Benjamin's number, because there is no way she could correctly skim through her contacts in this state.
It started to ring, meaning that the person she had called was probably calling us back. Annabel shrieked when she heard the sudden noise, and soon enough she was crying.
"It's just your phone ringing, Ann," I explained, hanging up the phone again and setting it in one of the cup-holders. She was still crying, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was in pain or if she was just so not herself right now. "You're okay. It's okay."
"No, it's not okay! What are we going to do to save all of the chicken?"
Jesus Christ.
I was giggling again, and I could feel her glaring at me. "Um, I don't know, Ann. What are we going to do?"
"Do I look like a freaking superhero? Gosh, why are you such an idiot?" She spat, rolling her eyes at me.
This new fury was actually highly entertaining. I couldn't stop myself from cracking up, even as I turned down the street we lived on. I pulled into our driveway and twisted the keys to turn off the engine, making her eyes widen in fear.
"What happened to the machine? Where are we? Stuart, what's going on?" Annabel rambled off, her head bouncing from side to side to get a glimpse at all of our surroundings.
I unbuckled my seat belt, coming around the car to open her door and help her get inside. She really needed to go
lay down. "You just got your wisdom teeth out. But it's okay. We're home, now."
"My wisdom teeth?" Annabel repeated, her words appearing to be muffled again as she chewed on her gauze. I unbuckled her, nodding my head to confirm this. Tears began to form in her eyes again. "Aw, shit. I lost all of my wisdom! I'm going to have to go back to kindergarten!"
I laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek as I scooped her into my arms. I figured it would be easier to just carry her as opposed to taking ten minutes to try and get her to move. "You won't have to do that, baby. You're still wise."
"No I'm not," Annabel sobbed loudly, pressing her swollen face against my chest. "I'm high right now, Stuart! I'm going to have to go back to school. I'm going to lose my career. I'm going to have to sit in those tiny desks again. All because I snorted some marijuana."
A large grin spread across my face, stretching from ear to ear. She was literally the cutest thing, even when she was crying hysterically and murmuring words that didn't make any sense. "You didn't snort any marijuana, baby. I don't even think that's possible."
She furred her eyebrows at me as we finally reached our bedroom. I sat her down on the fluffy mattress, pressing pillows behind her head to keep her from laying completely flat. "Oh yeah? What are you some kind of pot expert? Are you like Johnny Appleseed or something?"
"I'm going to get you a fresh ice pack. I'll be right back," I stated, ignoring her previous comment.
I slipped into the kitchen quickly. I grasped an ice pack out of the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel. Although she could pull off the chipmunk look, I didn't want her to be in any pain. I wanted her to have a smooth recovery.
Annabel reached out for the ice pack and pressed it onto her cheek instantly, her eyes closing with delight as the cold compress made contact with her face. "This feels wonderful."
I perched myself on the bed next to her, rubbing her thigh lightly to provide some sort of comfort. "Do you need anything else?"
"Come cuddle with me," Annabel pleaded, patting the spot next to her.
"Of course," I obliged. I would never pass up the opportunity for a good cuddle, even if she was under the influence of some dentist drugs.
I hesitantly placed my arms around her, feeling her relax under my touch. She slipped one of her legs in between my own, one of my many weaknesses, and shifted her head slightly to view me while still keeping it propped up underneath a pillow. A bit of blood spilled out of her mouth when she did this, and I giggled, lifting my thumb up to the corner of her mouth to wipe it off.
Annabel picked up my hand, inspecting the tiny part of blood that was now laying on it. She took out some of her gauze from her pocket and cleaned it off for me, then proceeded to kissing my fingers. It was as if this selfless act of always taking care of me and putting myself before her was permanently etched into her brain, even when her brain was all wacky.
I watched as she placed the ice pack against her cheeks again, holding it perfectly in place. Her green eyes that I thought were the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen conveyed a sense of fatigue. She was going to be in so much pain when this all wears off, and it was hurting me to even think about that.
My thumb stroked her arm back and forth, feeling her smooth skin. I leaned my head forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, and her numb lips still managed to curve into a smile.
"You're sweeter than candy," Annabel mused, her words still slurring. "Thank you for taking care of me, Stuart. Sorry you have to see me look like a fish."
I laughed again. Her eyes were beginning to droop and her adjectives were still a little off, but maybe she was slowly becoming less crazy.
"Aw, Ann. Even if you look like a fish I will still love you."
Chapter 36
Annabel
It has been just over a week since the surgery, and I am finally feeling much better and almost fully recovered. My cheeks no longer resembled a chipmunk that was storing acorns in its mouth, and my jaw no longer hurt when I pried it open to speak or eat.
Stuart told me all about the funny things I had said. I remember my face flushing a bright shade of pink and feeling utterly embarrassed by the way I acted. He also kept repeating the question of whether or not I remembered anything right after the teeth extraction, but I honestly couldn't remember any of it. It was all a complete blur.
Bradley and Grace had come over today, one of the many visitors who had sneaked inside with a bowl of sherbet for me. Stuart was sitting in the living room with them, and I could hear their chatter but couldn't decipher any of the words they spoke.
After I finished climbing out of bed and changing out of my pajamas, I stepped out into the living room to join them. Their heads all snapped to me, the conversation they were in the midst of quickly coming to a halt.
Bradley coughed, as if he was covering up something, before plastering a sincere smile on his face. "Hey, how's the road head girl feeling?"
"Shut up," I whined, pushing him gently. He laughed, scooting over on the couch so I had room to sit down. "I told Stu not to tell anyone about that."
"Come on, it was hilarious," Grace interjected, smiling at me.
I grinned back at her. I knew the whole thing was funny and I truly wish he could have recorded me in this state so I could watch it over and over again. "I know."
Stuart beamed at me from across the room as he sat on the sofa, taking another sip of the soda can he was drinking.
Bradley's eyes flickered between the two of us, a smug smile etched across his features. He clapped his hands together loudly. "Well, we better get going."
I furred my eyebrows together in confusion, feeling suddenly disappointed. "What? But you just got here!"
Grace shrugged innocently. "Sorry, we'll stop by again tomorrow. We have lunch reservations. Just, um, enjoy some alone time with your boyfriend."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Grace, we live together."
"See you later!" Bradley called, grasping onto Grace's hand and tugging her out of the house before I even had time to protest.
It seemed like such a waste of time for them to drive out here if they had no intention of staying to hang out with us. I huffed, turning my attention to Stuart who was staring at the floor, inspecting every detail of it.
"What was that all about?" I asked, referring to Bradley's sudden exit.
He merely shrugged.
I sighed, getting up from the couch to join him on the other one. I sat down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his body. Stuart pulled the two of us down so we were both laying on the couch, my head resting on his chest with our legs tangled together in an intricate pattern.
"At least I still have you to hang out with," I teased, giggling softly as my finger extended out to trace heart shaped designs on his stomach.
His arm clutched me tighter to him, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm glad you're feeling better now, baby."
"Me too," I agreed, nestling my head further against his chest to snuggle up against his warm body. I always felt better when I was cuddling with him. It made me feel safe and secure, as if Stuart was my home.
His palm trailed against my back, rubbing small circles continuously. I glimpsed up at him through my lashes, viewing that his eyes were closed and that his lips were curved upwards into a small smile. He looked adorable and peaceful and happy and I wanted to kiss him and hug him and tell him how much he meant to me.
"You're really cute," I blurted out, making his eyelids flutter open as an amused smile spread on his gorgeous face. I giggled softly. "Thank you for taking care of me this week."
"Anything for my girl," He stated proudly, making my chest bubble with happiness just from hearing him call me my favorite term of endearment.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked him, changing the subject before my cheeks would rise with heat from blushing so hard. God, he made me so giddy.
Stuart's brown eyes that I adored gazing into widened again. He sat up instantly, making my body fall upwards as well. He licked
his lips, swallowing a big gulp. "Uh, actually I need to talk to you."
Crap.
I tried to remain calm and not to start worrying. It could just be something minuscule. "Um, okay. What is it?"
He hesitantly rose to his feet, leaving me sitting on the sofa alone. Stuart paced back and forth, his hand running through his own hair and tugging on the ends of it. "I don't want to freak you out-"
"It's alright. Just tell me," I assured him, reaching out to grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze to convey that I would always be here to listen to him.
Stuart sat down in front of me, his eyes locking on my own. "Annabel?"
"Yeah?"
He cleared his throat again, pausing for a moment. "I love you."
"You do?" I repeated, instantly cursing myself for reacting with so much shock.
Sure Stuart and I have told each other we loved each other before, but this time it was the real thing, not just friendship love. This time it made my heart pound against my chest to the beat of a drum.
I never expected the words to come out of his mouth. He was always so against the idea of falling in love. I thought I was going to be the one who would say it first, especially since I have been feeling myself have similar thoughts to the fact that I did love him. He made me the happiest girl on the planet, and I wanted nothing more than to reciprocate that feeling with him.
Stuart nodded. "Yeah, I do. I love how you are so funny without even knowing it. I love how I can speak to you about everything and you won't judge me. I love how you always support me. I love how you kissed my fingers to make me feel better even when you were drugged. I love how you make me so happy. I love how you wake up with a smile on your face. I love how you're my best friend. I love how I am finally learning what it's like to care so deeply about another person. And that person is you."
I felt like I was about to melt right then and there. His words filled with so much passion made me weak at knees. It was such a wonderful feeling.
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