"Oh, look there it is," Lizzie gushes, tapping the glass scaring the the fish scurrying away hiding behind the coral reef.

She been looking for this fish over the last ten minutes.

I burst out in laughter and wrap my arms around her tugging her into my chest. The instant contact from her ass makes my cock twitch. I hear a small breath escape from my lips as we watch the fishes in the tank race each other.

I didn't want to let go.

We look so good in the reflection of the tank I could feel her body warm up as she snuggles more into my embrace.

"Jaylan." Her voice softens as she settles into my hold.

"What." I fan my breath in her ear. I could feel her body warm up more and I see her dip down her chin in the reflection

"I...I like this." She carefully admits.

"Like what?"

"You holding me like this."

I kiss the top of her head. "Me too."

Our bodies mold together so perfectly as we watch the tropic fish swim in the exhibit.

This day couldn't be any better.

The moment my eyes fell on Lizzie coming out of her bedroom made me realize how much I could never miss a chance with her again. Fuck, was I glad I sat down because of how beautiful she looked.

I hid my stiff cock, straining in my jeans with one look directly at her mangoes. Alexis calls them her mangoes because I heard her say it, giggling up a storm with Hollis last night.

Lizzie's mouth dropped open at the roses I got that Alexis sent to me through Lizzie's secret Pinterest board. With the roasting I got from my supposed best friends, Alexis came through like a real wingwoman.

I knew Lizzie had a board on a dream date but I didn't know it was a goldmine of information about impressing her.

And I want to impress her.

I want to know what she likes, what turns her on, and brings out that beautiful smile, those musical giggles.

Her outfit is a killer.

The way her tits sit in her top, suffocating and begging for me to pull them out and give equal attention, look better whenever I stand over her. Her gold necklace sits perfectly between the valley of her breast.The teasing way she partially zipped down the front is killing me not to yank it up further so no other lame sees what's mine.

Red Dragon caught sight me of gawking but, like I said, it's Fuck It.

It's Lizzie's fault, when she turned and flashed me her ass in those jeans, my hands were aching to just palm, massage, or give a good smack like Alexis did but didn't think I saw.. The way it echoed was like music to my ears.

I had to touch her, I had to hold her, I had to feel her.

Shit, it took everything within in me not to bring her back to her room and really say fuck it. Hearing her sweet voice call my name, her nails breaking my skin on my back as I'm deeply thrusting in her, Big Red pounding at the door, telling me I got to the count of three...

I could not stop gawking at my first chair Kazoo Player.

She is so beautiful.

This beautiful kazoo player has yet to cease to amaze me.

Her mind is eunoia.

Everything she thinks is pure, kind, and balanced.

Every thought in her mind comes out with beauty. She is authentic and that's what makes her even more attractive.

She doesn't try to cover, or manipulate her feelings. She's quiet, shy, and guarded but her admissions about her family are pure. Her heart is bigger than the rest of her, struck with a pain that is deep and real.

The more time I spent with Lizzie, the more I realized how deeply I miss my mom. I shoved the truth down so long. I denied my pain for so long. I've numbed it for so long and with Lizzie, she continues to dig up little by little.

And yet, like picking off scabbed over skin off a healed wound, it doesn't hurt. I feel lighter, like the way Lizzie makes me remember my Mom brings warmth along with the usual pain and grief.

I guess there's two sides to loss, feeling the painful side and cherishing what good parts we had.

Warmth spreads across my chest, as I hold firmly to her as she tries to catch the tiny fish swimming fast around the tank.

"Jaylan, you are going to scare it away," she scolds, pushing me softly away and I chuckle in her ear.

"I didn't do anything," I whisper in her ear, making her shrug up her shoulders. The move doesn't block the goosebumps on her skin, I still see them.

"Your big, tall body is scaring all the fish away." She huffs, making me cackle as the fish disappear into the reef.

"I can't help it."

She sinks her teeth with a sparkle in her eye, holding my hand as we walk to the next part.

One thing about being in this aquarium is that Lizzie's going to see every last damn fish if that's the last thing she does. However, she was not really too fond of the Amazon exhibit, especially the emerald tree boa. I actually got a sticker taken away for wiggling my fingers into her neck, telling her that the snake got out.

"Where to next?" I ask as she marvels at the map that's two times bigger than her head.

"The Living Shore." She beams up at me, clasps my hand, and pulls me like I wouldn't willingly follow.

"It says, 'Discover the treasure of the mid-Atlantic in this interactive, hands-on exhibit,'" she continues in her preschool voice.

"Okay" I mimic her voice. 

She grunts as her lips quiver into her beautiful smile revealing dimples. I like the sound of putting my hands on this great exhibit in front of me. My eyes glue onto Lizzie's ass but move them up as she looks back at me. The excitement in her eyes contrasts the coy smile she gives me, knowing I was caught. I can't help it, her ass needs its own zip code. And those little squeaks she lets out when I just lightly tap it -

"Did you ever come here when you were growing up?" she asks, as we walk back some more aquarium tanks.

A fond memory making me smile on how Uncle Steve would fill in the gap where PJ was lacking was his outdated FUBU shirt to 'fit in'

I chuckle thinking of how Aunt Lisa toss them all away on New Year's Day this year.

"Only once in third grade but I was recovering from the stomach bug. I was determined to go and Uncle Steve still took me." I grin at the memory.

Lizzie gasps, shaking her head. Without her saying anything, I know she's probably about to pass judgment hard core on me, with a 'having to recover at least twenty-four hours' speech. I got it from my mom too.

"Don't worry, I wasn't pukey just like you," I tease and she furrows her eyebrows.

"Are you going to let that go," she groans and I laugh, pulling her to my side.

"Never." I lean down and kiss her cheek, smiling as my lips feel her face warming up.

"I can't wait for something embarrassing to happen to you," she says teasingly but with her sweet voice, it just comes out nice.

"Why... That's not nice. Do you need a behavior chart?" I hum, and she giggles, shaking her head.

"Jaylan, I'm always good," She vouches.

"I didn't say whether it was for good or bad behavior." I playfully touch her chin, making her shyly cover her face.

The spank bank making cash sounds music in my mind.

"That's what I thought." I press my lips and she giggles uncontrollably while approaching an empty open space, which is nice because there are hardly any people here. Lizzie pulls, well, she tries to open the tank with all the small living creatures in the ocean and on the shore. With ease, I lift it up.

"Show off." She squints her eyes and I touch the bottom of her chin as she dips it down.

"So how do we do this?"

"Okay, now Jaylan we have to do this one at a time," Lizzie instructs, pointing at an exhibit sign.

"Why"

Lizzie furrows her brows pointing to the sign says 'handle with care.'  "My bad I promise I can read." Tipping my head back and laugh earning a sweet candied giggle I love to hear.

Gazing at Ariel's cousin,  she dips her fingers into the water and picks up a little hermit crab. She pinches her lips and begins looking at it in a cute way. "Umm... can you take a photo of me?" she asks shyly and I rub my chin, pretending to think about it.

"Of course, Ariel," I tease and she gapes her mouth open, furrowing her eyebrows.

She lifts her cupped hands and pretends to kiss it but it lifts, crawling towards her face and her eyes bulge out of her lips.

Lock screen worthy.

She lowers hand, gently tossing it back and shivers at the close encounter of her lips being pinched by the hermit crab. I cackle, holding up my phone at her surprised face but I've captured the cutest thing in the world.

"I'm glad my fear is entertaining to you," she clips... well, she thinks she clips.

She splashes some water at me and I arch my brow at her. She just giggles, pretending she could do no wrong.

"Careful Lizzie," I take some water, flickering it in her face with her mouth gape open and now she is spitting it out.

"Jaylan!" she wails, wiping her tongue and I cackle at her distress of germs. I pretend I didn't hear her, acting like someone's calling me, and she grunts, splashing me again. I wrap my arms around her body and lean over so my mouth is near the shell of her ear. "I think you do need a behavior chart."

She lets out a soft giggle, shimmying her small body out of my hold. Leaning forward to pet a stingray but it moves away from her, shifting through the sand. The zipper from her top moves down more as she reaches further over, making my cock stiff even more at the sight of a possible wardrobe malfunction.

"Got it," she says as she holds up a starfish instead.

She crinkles her nose as it suctions onto her hands and she cups them to give to me. I cup my hands out and her eyes soften like I'm holding a puppy. She takes another photo of my hands as the starfish moves side to side, rippling over my palms with tiny tingles.

"What do you like about taking photos so much?" I ask like I don't have hundreds of photos on my Instagram, but mine are different. Most of mine are geared towards drawing interest to the basketball team, sponsors, or even better scouts.

"Jaylan." She gives me her Jaylan impression look. "A photographer is aware of the tiny moments in a person's life that reveal the greater truths."

Warmth spreads across my chest as she gives me a tsk, well, a Lizzie look, as she focuses on my hands. I wiggle them and she grunts, making me cackle at my taunts.

"But what do photos mean to you, Lizzie?" I tap deeper into her beautiful mind. She leans forward a bit, sinking her teeth in her lower lip.

"Photos make me think of how much things could be different." She twirls her finger in the water. I mimic her, twirling my finger in the water as well and flick some in her direction.

"How different, Giggles." At the sadness in her voice, I don't want to push like I did earlier but I can't help but want more.

"Just if, well... If my dad stopped smoking, where would we be." She picks up another starfish, wrinkling her nose as it moves in her hand.

"We always live in the what if's, I know I do," I reveal and she looks over at me.

She puts her hands down gently to the water, allowing it to plop back in. After wiping her hands off, she takes her phone and pulls up to her photos. So many photos she has taken from her time here flash before my eyes.

However, I make her stop at her Virginia beach photo, zoom in on her ass, and she playfully hits me. She scrolls up more, sinking her teeth in going back to a photo of all her family. It's the same one I saw on her laptop.

"This is the last photo we took on our rainy day," She softly says, fixing her eyes at me. "Every time it rains, I remember moments like these because it keeps me hopeful of what I would like to have in the future."

"And what's that?" I lick my lower lip, as she thumbs over the photo of all smiling and silly faces. They look happy, content and like the family I've always wanted with Mom and, well, even PJ. The siblings I always wanted but never got to meet. She leans on my chest as we continue to stare at the photo.

"A place to call home again," she says and both of our breaths hitch as goose bumps raise on both of us.

The word home always hits me hard. No matter how much Uncle Steve and Aunt Lisa made a place for me to lay my head, their house didn't feel like home. It didn't feel like 145 South Canton Ave, where the light furniture brightened up the rooms, full of yellows and greys.

A home with home cooked meals made with love.

A home to feel safe and protected.

A home to just return to.

A home without PJ.

I let out a soft sigh and she does too. "I know what you mean," I say, and she lets out the sweetest smile.

With both her hands, she pats my face and I kiss her hands. I pull my phone out and scroll through my personal album. She stops at my shirtless photo, with Hollis and Marcus at the basketball court. She zooms in on my abs to be funny but she might want to stop joking right now. The way her eyes are flashing, I'm for real about to take her to the nearest hiding spot and give her a different hands-on experience.

I find the photo I want, showing Uncle Steve, Mom, Aunt Lisa, and I at her nursing school graduation. Her face is beaming from how happy and proud of her accomplishment she was, being a single mom and completing nursing school.

"I've learned, for me, that you will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place." My chest softly releases the tightness I always feel when seeing my mom's smiling face, radiating as bright as the sun.

Lizzie swipes to the next photo of my mom and I where she is holding my face and kissing my cheek. Lizzie giggles at my white polo shirt. I suck my teeth, bumping into her.

"But being here, I've learned home is not a place... It's a feeling." She turns back to the exhibit pool, looking at the stingrays swimming up to us. She leans over to touch one and squirms back, hitting in the back of my chest. I chuckle, reaching in to touch it but she pushes my hand to scare me. I jump because I'm not expecting it.

She lets out one of her uncontrollable giggles because she got me. She looks at the map again and frowns. "I guess we saw everything," she says, sounding sad.

"I mean, we have been here forrrrrr... three hours since you wanted to read everything," I tease and she furrows her eyebrows and turns her nose up at me. I wrap my arm around her and pull her in.

The more I know about Lizzie and her deep meanings, the more I see why Maxine and Alexis have protected her for so long in college. I'm glad because I'll be damned if somebody like Peter Kennedy, that scrawny Hollister dude in her class, or even Rashad manipulates her or makes her feel less than her child-like heart and just deep, beautiful thinking.

I mean, I'm not worthy either but, for some reason, I just feel like maybe what I needed was her. And I see her worth, which is too priceless for this world.

"Oooh, Jaylan look!" Lizzie zooms out my grip, going into the gift shop and darting right towards the stuffed animals.

I chuckle, taking a few strides as she admires all the stuffed sea animals. The cashier keeps eyeing her ass as she bends down and I'm definitely not having that. Damn, now I know why fucking Maxine is so damn protective.

I walk up towards her to block his view and she holds up a dolphin but shakes her head, mumbling something in Spanish. I reach above her head and grab a blue and green tye dye octopus. She was so excited to see those earlier, before we went anywhere else. Apparently, males die after mating, and I'm honestly not sure what she was getting at but she put my mind where normally is.

She definitely will kill me though, with blue balls.

"What should we name her?" I ask, and she lifts her eyebrow at me.

"We are not starting this again," Lizzie stresses, and I cackle.

"Start what, sweetheart?" I lean on the stuffed animals' shelf, looking down at her.

"We already have a candle, I'm not sharing a stuffed animal. Do you even know how to take care of them?" She sasses me.

"I mean, I know they like the color blue, celebrate Kazoo Day, love to hu-"

She holds her hand up, cutting off my nonsense. I cackle as she continues to look around the store. Her eyes find something and she gasps, holding up a plastic assorted ocean animal theme kazoo.

I put my hand over my chest to act excited but I kind of am glad that she found one.

"But really, what are we going to name it?" I tease.

She furrows her eyebrows at me. "Jaylan, you can't just have a stuffed animal for fun. It's a responsibility."

I'm roaring with laughter at this point and she keeps her face straight. "But what am I going to have for when I go away for March Madness, since you won't let me have the candle?"

Her eyes soften at reality and she twists her lips. "Jaylan," she tsks me.

"What," I grin smugly and she turns her back and keeps looking at all the souvenirs.

"If we get this, you have to take care of her." She already has the idea in her mind.

This girl.

"So it's a 'we' thing," I goad her.

She doesn't even turn her head back. "Jaylan."

"Lizzzie," I tease back.

"Now I have to make a whole other custody agreement," she stresses and I cackle at her.

"What should we get Jordy?" Lizzie's kind heart shows itself as she's looking at other cool novelties.

"What about this?" I wave a kaleidoscope in front of her.

"I think it could work." Her small fingers wrap around the cylinder.

I gasp because she agrees with me and she crinkles her nose. I'll never get tired of that.

We finally get to the cashier, who has no shame in looking right directly at her breasts. She places all her items on the counter and turns to dig through her purse but I tap her hand. She frowns at me and I give a stern look at her. She gives it back and I arch my brow, making her sheepishly sink her teeth in her lower lip. I reach into my wallet and hand a fresh fifty dollar bill. Her eyes marvel and look at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Relax, Doc McStuffins," I assure her.

She quickly grabs the octopus, making sure I don't touch it but, being an ass, I put the kazoo right at my lips.

"Jaylan!" She tries to get the kazoo and I quickly maneuver away from her. "Germs!"

I cackle, running around the front entrance with the kazoo in my mouth. We probably look dumb but I enjoy these moments with her. I press the door open and we scurry into the streets by the parking garage. The rain hits my face in full force as she runs after me. My ankle is going to be yelling at me later but running in the rain with this beautiful woman is worth it.

"Get back here you!" she yells and I turn, blowing at her until my lips vibrate.

She grunts as we continue to run, without a care in the world. Once she reaches me, I grab her up, throwing her on my back. We run down the street to the garage because the rain is not quitting this evening.

"Jaylan, slow down," she calls in my ear. "Your ankle!"

"It's alright, Doc McStuffins," I say, blowing the kazoo in her face.

She giggles uncontrollably, like I'm carrying a bundle of happiness, as I take a spin around in the rain and keep running. Soaking wet, we finally make it to the garage and I ease her down.

Silence fills around us as the rain trickles down, hitting the pavement outside of the parking garage in soft, rhythmic splatters. I used to hate the rain and the depressing reminders it brought with it but now Lizzie's giving me new reasons to reconsider my perspective.

Her tan shirt is completely drenched, clinging to her round, full, tits and fuck, even her nipples are slightly protruding. Her long hair clings to the sides of her face, framing her honey brown skin with black strands. With absolutely no care about her styled hair or makeup getting messed up, she tips her head back, sticking out her tongue for a raindrop catch. "This is too hard." She giggles.

Fuck, my resolve breaks at the sight.

My heart pounds harder the longer I stare down at her, droplets of water trickling down the sides of her cheeks, over the tip of her nose, outlining her upper and lower lips. She notices me staring and clamps her mouth shut, covering it with one of her hands. I thread my fingers around hers, just as cold and damp as mine, and lower it to her side.

With my other hand, I sweep back the hair that's clinging to her neck. Pushing the wet strands over her shoulder reveals a look straight down her soaked shirt. Dotted with raindrops that trail over her cleavage that looks even better up close than my dirty thoughts or wet dreams, her chest heaves with each breath.

I dip my head lower, closing the gap between us for what I can't wait for anymore. I'll throw away every damn sticker my ass worked for but I need a taste. My skin chills from the rain but heats up underneath lifting her chin up. Her lips part open, but I brush my nose over the tip of hers, teasing her to make sure she wants this as badly as I do.

With the tiniest movement, her lips part open. If I was like her pinboard dream guy, then I'd say something romantic at this moment. I'd tell her how beautiful she is, even drenched in the rain. I'd confess how just her eyes lighting up fills my emptiness with warmth and how crazy her mix of sweet and innocently sexy makes me.

And while my lips can't stop kissing parts of her, the fact I feel all of this before I've kissed her -

Fuck it.

I lean down, close the gap, and shoot my shot.

I press my lips against hers, gently and softly, and she inhales my breath instantly. Her lips are cold and damp from the rain, but soft and warm underneath the initial chill. The combination rushes a thrill through me and I need more.

Our presses turn harder, my mouth moving slowly, patiently, and strategically over hers. She stays very still, like she doesn't know what to do, but her lips feel so good against mine. She softly whimpers as I clamp one hand around the back of her neck.

Her lips taste like peaches, making me just want more of it. The sounds of our lips connecting pulls me in further, making my hand tug her in harder, so I kiss her harder. She's straining on her tippy toes, so instantly I hoist her up, hooking her feet around my waist so we're at eye level.

She breathes out and I pull back, slowly opening my eyes to see hers are still closed shut, her eyelashes fluttering as rain spills over them. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip and I pull it out with mine, opening her mouth up to kiss her again. She squeaks, giggling in my mouth.

I smile and lean back in to kiss her more, cupping her ass in my palms, which is now my new favorite thing. The feeling of her breasts pushed against my chest makes me stiffer than a rock and hurting like hell at this point. She softly presses her hand back on my chest but forgets about my fresh tattoo. The contact doesn't hurt though. We linger close, our eyes searching each other's, taking in the perfect moment... until I slowly pull the kazoo out and blow in her face.

"Happy Kazoo day." I softly cackle.

She presses her forehead against mine, letting out a soft giggle.

Best Kazoo Day ever.

Edited and added spice by still_just_me