Beginner's Guide to Gold Digging: Chapter 17

A Beginner's Guide to the Morning After

Crispin

For the second day in a row, I woke up to Lily DiGiacomo’s curvy, delicate body wrapped around mine as she breathed into the crook of my neck. This time, though? No guilt. No embarrassment. Just pure fucking joy. 

I almost didn’t want to believe it was real, didn’t want to believe it wasn’t another dream I’d wake up from at any minute, but… No. No, the smell of her was too strong for this to be a dream. The aroma of pure sex filled my nose as I sniffed her hair and didn’t feel like a total creep this time. Holy shit, last night really happened. We’d really… She’d actually… 

Lily was my girlfriend now. 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, LILY WAS MY GIRLFRIEND NOW! FUCK YES!!!

She stirred, and her eyes slowly opened, and I was briefly terrified she’d wake up to have changed her mind and decided she didn’t want me after all, but no: the very first thing she did was caress one of my cheeks and kiss the other. She smiled that adorable fucking smile of hers, the one that illuminated the dark side of the moon, and I brushed a lock of hair out of her face and put my thumb over her lips. 

She proceeded to take it into her mouth. 

“Good morning to you too,” I grinned. “You sleep okay?”

“Better than I have in ages,” she returned, running a hand up and down my chest. 

“No nightmares?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been having, uh… I don’t know, it kinda seemed like-”

“Uh… In retrospect I don’t really think they were nightmares,” she said, blushing. 

My eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

“It has to do with that thing I’m not quite ready to talk about,” she said sheepishly. 

“Okay, fair enough,” I nodded. Then, into her ear, I said, “Whenever you’re ready, though, I wanna make all your dreams come true.”

She kissed me, tongue in my mouth, breasts pushing into my chest.

“I really, really like it when we do that,” I said. 

“You stole that from the comic, you nerd,” Lily giggled. 

“I am not a-”

“Cris, you own four different translations of Beowulf, and you’ve read all of them twice. And enjoyed them!” Lily pointed out. 

“The different translations highlight different themes and concepts!” I protested. 

“Nerd,” Lily said, kissing my forehead. 

“Ugh, fine,” I rolled my eyes. “But if you keep calling me that-”

“You’ll have to punish me?” Lily said, proverbial stars filling her eyes. 

“No, I won’t punish you. That will be your punishment.”

“You’re a monster,” she said, playfully flicking my nose. 

“Yeah, we’ll, you’re a brat.”

“Am not!”

“Fine, you’re not a brat, you’re a bimbo,” I said. 

Red heat overwhelmed her cheeks while she bit into her lower lip. 

The morning wood, naturally, chose then to make an appearance. I sat up, grinning as I put my hands around her hips and navigated her into my lap. I held her tight against my chest while my hard-on brushed against her leg. “Oh? Did you like that? Do you like it when I call you a bimbo?”

“Mmmm,” she intoned, pulse quickening so that I felt it through her back. 

I kissed her cheek. “That sounds like a yes. My angel is such a pretty little bimbo.” She moaned louder than she had last night as I started kissing her neck and playing with her boobs. “Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” she purred. “God, Cris, what are you doing to me?”

“Just making you feel as good as you look.”

“Then it shouldn’t be this good-”

“None of that,” I cut her off. “I don’t wanna hear you talk bad about yourself anymore. Watching you lie to yourself the past few months was fucking painful. So every time you say you’re ugly, I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

“Prove me wrong how?” she whispered. 

“Are you asking to find out?”

“Yes,” she said as I kept on thumbing her nipples. 

“Okay,” I said, giving her one more kiss. 

Something that had shown up a lot in my various fantasies and dreams about Lily was titty-fucking. Those tig ol’ bitties of hers made it hard not to. So, I layed down, pulled her down to face me, and grabbed the back of her head. 

“What are we doing here?” she giggled. God, that sound. 

“I’m showing you, angel,” I said. “I want you to get a good, hard look at how beautiful I think you are.”

“Is that so?” she said, still laughing, eager and maybe a bit nervous as well. 

“Yeah,” I said, burning with lust. “Grab my dick, would you?”

She nodded, taking it in hand, her grip a perfect sheath for my sword. “Like this?”

“Just like that. Now put it between your boobs.”

Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ while her eyes went wide and she placed my rod into her valley of cleavage. God, her boobs were enormous. She’d alluded to the fact that she’d gotten on hormones young and that the women in her family were supposedly on the chesty side, so I guess that explained it. The sensitive flesh of my shaft felt at home between the soft globes, warm, electric bliss pumping up and down inside me as she worked it. 

“You see it there, angel?” I said. “Look at it. Keep looking at it. You did that. That’s what you do to me every time I see you. That’s what you’ve been doing to me from the moment we met. From the instant I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you.”

“But I was so… Frumpy before,” she said, eyes still locked on my foreskinned head as she worked it up and down between her breasts. 

“Fuck that,” I said, the sensation nearly overwhelming my crotch. “You were beautiful then too.”

“But I’m more beautiful now.”

“Yes, but only because you’re more you now,” I said. Practically groaned. “You were still pretending to be someone else back then. But your beauty shined through regardless. It always did. Now, do me a favor and play with your nipples, would you?”

She nodded, pinching each nipple in between a thumb and an index finger. She shivered with delight. “Would you love me if I still looked like that?”

“I love you any way you are,” I said. “No matter what version of Lily DiGiacomo you wanna be, she’s my favorite fucking person in the world. Understand?”

“No, I don’t,” she said. 

God, what had Olivia done to this poor woman? “We’ll get there. But for now, take my word for it. I’ve always wanted you. And watching you become your real self, figure out what you want to look like, how you want to be? That’s just made me want you more.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, somehow high and low in pitch at the same time. “I just… I wish I felt like I was good enough for you. You’re… You’re kind and sweet and giving and charming and so fucking hot and… God, it just doesn’t feel real that you could be into me.”

“And yet here we are,” I said, pressure starting to well up inside my shaft. “Just look down. Look at it. What you do to me.”

“Can I… Can I try something?” 

“Go ahead.”

“I’m just afraid I’ll mess up-”

“Angel, I’m telling you, you’re a natural. Now quit being a silly bimbo and do whatever it is you’re gonna do before I explode.”

She took one of her hands off her breast, and then delicately took her index finger and started rubbing it over my foreskin. Gently, slowly, she drew a vertical line up, then did again, again, again-

Then the explosion came, the pressure all coming loose at once as a massive payload of dopamine and serotonin overwhelmed my mind while tingling ecstasy sang through the sensitive skin between my legs. The hot, sticky fluid all landed on Lily’s face, and she started licking it up with her tongue, taking it with her fingers and putting it in her mouth and swallowing. 

“Such a hungry bimbo,” I said as she tongued my head one last time to coax any remaining cum she could find down her throat. 

“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
“Do you see now?” I said. “What I see when I look at you? Because I usually can’t come first, but with you, I can. So what does that tell you?”

She finished swallowing, and finally said, “It tells me that you really do want me.”

My cock slowly softening, I sat up pressed my lips to her forehead. “Good. Love you, angel.”

“I…”

“You what?” I said, my heartbeat shaking my skeleton.

Her mouth hung open, and she looked like she wanted desperately to say it, but there was still a lot of hesitancy. 

My smile dulled a little bit. But only a little; this was all so new to her, so overwhelming. Her entire understanding of herself had shifted overnight, and now I was her boyfriend (holy fucking shit I’m her boyfriend what the fuck) and I was constantly telling her how beautiful and awesome and magical she was (something else she was definitely not used to). 

I pressed my forehead to hers. “It’s okay. You don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I’m scared.”

I put my arms around her back, held her tight to my chest again. “Then we’ll work our way up to it. We’ve got another day before we have to get back to Boston. Maybe that can be our project while we’re here.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled. That fucking smile. 

“Glad to hear it,” I said before standing up. “Now come on. Let’s shower. After that, there’s a farmer’s market in town I wanna take you to, and then I can make us some breakfast. Sound good to you, angel?”

“Sounds… Sounds lovely. Darling.”

No accent this time, but it still gave me a half-chub. God, and this girl was shocked by what I was doing to her…

***

Town square was a beautiful collage of beachfront stores. It sat at the bottom of a slope, with the houses and shops getting bigger the further uphill you went. Canvas tarps dotted the road on each side as stalls sold fruit and pastries and coffee and cold cuts, all the smells mixing together in a delicious aroma that the seabreeze carried about. The sun was high and the air was hot, but the ocean nearby helped. 

Lily and I walked through the modest crowd, everyone scurrying between wooden buildings and stalls and vendors. Lily wore a yellow sundress- one I think Rose had picked out for her (thank you for that one bestie, it looked hot as fuck on her)- and a big straw sunhat with a blue ribbon tied across. She clung to my arm, a dreamy, contented expression overwhelming her face as we walked together, both of us carrying wicker baskets in our free hands.  

We came to a stall selling farm-fresh eggs, and Lily loaded up her basket with them. 

“So what are we feeling for breakfast?” I asked. “I could do omelets. Frittatas. Breakfast sandwiches?”

“Mmm, how about breakfast burritos?” Lily said. 

“I like that.”

The vendor, a lean and wiry older woman with brown skin and short gray hair and a million bangles on her arms, said, “If you’re looking for tortillas, there’s a stall at the end of the block that hand-cranks them.”

“Perfect! Thanks,” Lily beamed. She was so damn alive right now, it was almost insane. Maybe it wasn’t quite as drastic as seeing the difference between Rose in high school and Rose now, but there was still a noticeable contrast. Lily was clinging to me, tracing her fingers up and down my hand, smiling, practically floating as she walked forward through the pulsing crowd present for the Fourth of July weekend. 

God, I was here for it. The sight of my grumpy girlfriend turned to a bubbly little lady made my fucking heart sing. 

She faltered, however, as someone walked through the crowd, coming up from the beach. It was a tall blonde guy, soaking wet and shirtless and toned. He went right past us, and Lily’s jaw dropped as she started staring. 

And staring. And staring. And staring-

“Take a picture, angel, it’ll last longer,” I laughed. Well, I forced myself to laugh. An ugly feeling flared up inside my lungs, strangulating my breath at the idea of my Lily getting thirsty for another guy. She’d only accepted she was bi yesterday, all this attraction she was experiencing was brand new and probably very hard to regulate. I shouldn’t be jealous. It was natural she’d look. As long as that’s all it was, I had no reason for my envy. She was mine, and I knew that, but tightness around my lungs didn’t seem to be getting the message and it made me grind my teeth together. Just bottle it up, douchebag, she’s going through enough, you don’t wanna be That Guy-

“What’s the matter, douchebag? Jealous?” she said, looking up at me with a shit-eating grin. Heh. Good to know some things hadn’t changed. 

“Still calling me that?”

“Well I can’t call you that other one in public, otherwise you’ll wind up putting on a show for all these lovely people,” she said. “Also, don’t change the subject.”

We passed a man juggling with tomatoes near the center of the square, a circle of people gathered around him as he added a fourth tomato to his routine. 

“I’m not jealous,” I said. 

“I don’t believe you,” she said flatly. 

“And why’s that?”

“Your facial expression, mostly.”

Shit. I was scowling. “I… Uh… Fuck.”

“So you are jealous!” she exclaimed. 

“Yeah, I am a little. It’s stupid- I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” she said. 

“Why not? Isn’t that like, the exact kind of macho bullshit you hate?”

“In theory, yes, but it’s kinda hot when you do it,” Lily said, eyes hooded.

“Jesus, Lily,” I said with a nervous laugh.

“But seriously, though, I’m not upset with you for being jealous, I’m upset with you for trying to save face.”

We came upon another juggler with a circular crowd of onlookers, this one juggling knives and wearing a sign around his neck that said, ‘I’m way more hardcore than those other two losers.’ So there was another one. Weird.

“Did they coordinate this? Did he make that sign spontaneously? Is this an actual rivalry or some kind of elaborate kayfabe?” I wondered aloud. 

“As hot as I find it that you’re using the word ‘kayfabe’ in casual conversation now, you’re changing the subject again,” Lily pointed out. 

“I’m a blue blood, Lily. Saving face is what we do.”

“Don’t make excuses, Cris.”

“A-are you mad?”

“I… Mmm… Mad is a strong word. I’m… I’m a bit frustrated. And maybe this is hypocritical when there’s still some things I’m struggling to say, but… Cris, I wasn’t joking when I said it’s a little weird that you only have a filter around me.”

“I mean, I made myself have one because I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. You know, when I was operating under the impression you were gay,” I returned. 

“But that’s not necessary anymore. Hell, it never was necessary.”

“Okay, sure, but be honest: would we be here right now, holding hands, basking in the afterglow, if I’d gone unfiltered around you from the beginning?” I said. 

“... Maybe? I’m not sure. I… Ugh, okay, that’s a good point, it probably would’ve scared me off if you’d-”

“Proclaimed my yearning for you the first time we got high together?” I said. 

The end of the street came into sight, with a tented stall punctuating it. And a circular crowd of onlookers was gathered there, watching something… Of course. 

Lily said, “Okay, look, I get why you did what you did. But also, maybe it was a little bad of you to not tell me how you felt earlier? Unless you had no idea that I was falling for you.”

I sighed. Confession time. Yippee. “After a certain point I was pretty sure, honestly.”

“Seriously?” she said, eyes narrowing. 

“Yeah,” I frowned. “I went back and forth on it, again and again and again, and Rose and Julia kept telling me to tell you-”

“Wait, they knew too?”

“They figured it out that night at the bar. I… I got my first inkling that night as well, when you invited me over to watch wrestling.”

“Huh. That was when I had my first dream,” she said as we stood at the edge of the crowd. She flinched. “Oh God, I just realized something.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna have to come out to everybody. Again. I’m gonna have to tell them all I’m… I’m… B-b… B…”

“Bisexual?” 

“Yeah, that,” she said, looking at the ground. 

“I mean, like I said, most of our friends already figured it out. Lisa and Rachel and Kyle all had a pretty good idea of it too, so that mostly just leaves your brother-”

“Shit, he’s gonna be so fucking smug, I can already picture it,” she groaned. 

“He figured it out too, huh?” I said, taking my hand out of hers and putting it on the small of her back as we scootched forward through the line of people. 

“Yeah,” she cringed. “God, here I am demanding you be honest with me when I can barely even bring myself to tell the truth-”

“Is that what you want? You want me to take the filter off?” I said. 

“I-”

“Two way street, angel. You need to tell me what you want here.”

She breathed in deep through her nose, then looked me in the eyes and said, “Cris, I want you to always be transparent about how you feel about me.”

“Even when I’m horny?” I asked. 

“Especially when you’re horny!” she said, drawing stares from the crowd we were navigating. “I want you to tell me every lewd thought that enters your brain!”

Lotta people were staring now. “But we’re in public! That’s-”

“Two way street, babe!” she said, her shit-eating grin returning with a vengeance. 

We were finally at the front of the crowd, standing in front of the stall, where a man stood juggling with giant balls of dough while wearing a sign around his neck that said ‘that other guy is a try-hard, watch me instead.’ Yeah, this was definitely kayfabe. 

The jugglers. Not me and Lily. Obviously. 

And the juggler was amongst the people staring expectantly. Oh God. This was… Yeah, so this may come as a surprise, but big, loud, public displays of affection had never exactly been my bag. Something about it always felt tacky, but the way Lily was looking at me… This would help her. She was adjusting to something very new. Least I could do was get out of my comfort zone. 

The peer pressure may or may not have played a role in this decision. Something about a guy juggling and glaring at you and saying, “Well, buddy? You gonna give the lady what she wants or do you need a real man to do it for you?”

Like hell. 

“Lily, I think it’s incredibly hot when you get all needy!” I said, swallowing my fear. I raised my voice and continued, “I love when you’re demanding! And I hate it when you look at other guys! It makes me wanna get territorial and protective even though you hate it when I do that!”

“Oh yeah?” she said, grinning and putting a hand on her hip. “What are you gonna do about it, then!”

Laughter began to bubble up inside my chest, my fear and shame dissolving. My family would be horrified by this, but what the hell. Anything for my angel. “I’m gonna make out with you in public! I’m gonna give you hickeys in places everyone can see! I’m gonna get on rooftops and scream to the Heavens so God Himself will know how down bad I am for you! I want the whole fucking universe to know Lily DiGiacomo is MY GIRLFRIEND, and nobody else’s!”

“Is this part of the show?” someone behind us whispered.

“And the next time you catch me staring at another guy?” she shouted along with me.

“I’ll say ‘good for you, own your sexuality, but remember whose bed you’re crawling into every night! Remember who’s name you’re whispering in your sleep!’ And then I’ll smack you on the butt, just to drive the point home!”

“And when you catch me staring at girls?!”

“Same rules apply! You’re valid! My girl swings both ways and that’s great for her! But I’ll still give you a reminder that you’re mine, just to make it abundantly clear how much I want us to be a real, exclusive couple!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Lily said, practically bouncing up and down. 

“Good, because I think you just woke something up deep inside me,” I proclaimed, taking several eggs out of the basket and stepping out in front of the crowd. I started juggling with three eggs. It was like I’d been keeping way more thoughts pent up than I ever had in my life, but Lily had torn the lock off the gate and everything was loose now. Fuck it, I guess I liked doing grand gestures. Was this a thing in real relationships? I’d had so few of them I honestly didn’t know. 

“Yeah, this has to be part of the show,” someone in the crowd said. 

“No, it’s not. I have no idea what’s going on right now,” the juggler with the sign on his neck said. 

“It’s all real!” I shouted, eyes locked on Lily and her smile and her hands pressed flat together and a bounce to her movements. “All of it! I am madly in love with Lily Arianna DiGiacomo, and if that makes anyone else uncomfortable they can go fuck themselves!”

I added two more eggs into the juggling rotation. Soon, the other two jugglers came about, still juggling their own stuff. And I guess we had a juggling contest, because they kept adding more stuff to their own rotations. How many knives did that guy have?

While I was distracted by the blade-art, however, the guy with the tomatoes wound up chucking several at me. It exploded against my face, and I dropped all my eggs. Three of them landed in my hair, the rest on the ground. 

The crowd turned against me at that point, booing me in my ineptitude. Lily, meanwhile, went up and paid for a packet of tortillas and then led me away with her hand in mine. 

We went down to the beach with our baskets of ingredients. I put mine on the sand, then stripped off my shirt and dunked my head into the water to get the egg and tomato out of my hair and off of my face. The salt water always felt good on my skin, and I raked some through my chest hair as I approached Lily. For her part, she wolf-whistled at me. 

“How was that?” I said as I stood in front of her. “Honest enough for you?”

“It was… Sufficient,” she grinned. 

“Still want it raw?” I smirked. 

“I do indeed,” she nodded, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Hey, Crispin. Guess what?”

“What, angel?”

She stood on her tip-toes and put her lips in front of my ear. In a breathy whisper, she said, “I’m bisexual. Dahling.”

“Damn right you are,” I said before putting a hand behind her back, using the other hand to lift up her leg, pulling her into me and pressing my lips down onto hers. My boner poked her in the abs yet again, but I didn’t care anymore. I knew she liked it. I knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. And as we established that morning, she needed my full honesty about how I felt about her in order for this to work. Sure, she’d said I should say it, but… 

Couldn’t hurt to show her too.