ghostytrainer | voice mail

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Oh hey, what's up?

[There's a pause, perhaps you should tell him why you called. At least until he interrupts...]

Hey, that's cool, but guess what?!

[Another short pause, perhaps you should guess what is so important that John felt the need to interrupt your surely riveting story.]

I am not actually here right now! So leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

[You cannot hope to beat John Egbert in a prank-off. He is simply the best there is.]

Hehehehe...you totally fell for it, didn't you?

[Beep!]

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Err...

[Without really thinking about it, John glances down to his lap briefly. It's too hot in the summer for pajama pants, especially with the fluffball brigade sleeping with him every night so removing his t-shirt would leave John in nothing but his boxers. (bright orange Rotom-print today)]

[And while he's okay with wearing them around other people provided he has a shirt on, removing that top half would leave John just a little TOO naked in his opinion. Especially in front of Rose.]

[But on the other hand, he did just agree to do something for her...]

[Conflicted. What should he do?]

[[She sees the conflict and chuckles.]]

I could take my shirt off for you if you'd like. If it would make you any more comfortable. But you don't have to if you don't want to.

[John's cheeks promptly flare up at her suggestion.]

N-no, no! That's okay, you keep your shirt on! It's fine! [He laughs a little nervously, waving his arms in front of him. He's seen her with it off a few times before, (never on purpose, mind you, that's sort of a hazard that comes with living with another person) but the prospect is still just a bit too much for John. Sorry, Rose, but it appears as though he didn't outgrow this during his time back home. Dad's life lessons involving romance and ladies are apparently drilled incredibly deep into his brain.]

But I said I would so... [So he's just going to pull his light blue shirt off and toss it aside.] ...there.

[The tint does down in his cheeks, though they're still faintly pink as John fails to make eye contact with Rose.]

[And she was definitely right, John's body underwent quite a few changes while he was out, thanks to puberty and SBURB. His basic frame remains largely unchanged, he's still thick-set and stocky. But what was formerly chub, set most heavily in his belly-area, has changed to muscle. It's not really defined, John hardly has the look of a sculpted bodybuilder, especially as far as his abs are concerned, but it's definitely, noticeably different than before.]

[The most impressive changes though are set a little higher than his former gut. What was once a small set of boy-boobs has tightened up considerably. And lugging around giant hammers for three years really did a number on John's biceps.]

[[She smiles and looks him over, appreciating every inch that's now revealed. John, did you know you're really attractive? Because you are. Her hands hesitate but eventually lay against his chest again, roaming over it and then up to his shoulders.]]

[The slightest tremor runs through his body when she lays her hands on him. Not a trembling so much as a sort of brief, full body vibration. He shifts a little, somewhat uncomfortably, still looking at the entirely all too interesting ceiling instead of Rose.]

[Because what is he even supposed to do in this situation oh god why is this way more intimate than anything they have ever done before? ~~That he knows of, at least.~~]

[[Rose can't help but chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders and not moving an inch.]]

Do you want me to stop? I will if you're uncomfortable.

[John fidgets.]

Well no it's... not really that I'm uncomfortable, persay. This is just kind of... really. Intimate...? And I kinda thought... [He scratches at the back of his head. He was kind of under the impression that Rose didn't want to get too terribly intimate yet. I mean she said as much when he asked her why she wouldn't french him that one time.]

N-never mind, it's okay. You can keep going if you want.

[Will there ever be a day when John gets over his issues with denying Rose something she wants? Even if it's something he kind of doesn't? Probably not. Unless it's something harmful to her.]

You thought what, John? [[Still not moving!]]

Well... remember back when I asked you why you wouldn't make out with me? And you said it was because you didn't want me to get the wrong idea and for us to start getting too...

[He makes a vague sort of gesture with his hands that looks nothing like the whole "insert rod into slot b" thing. What... John what in the world is this gesture you're making here. What does that even mean?]

...intimate. And this just seems very intimate so I am a little confused, is all. Am I just looking too much into this? Like making it to be a bigger deal than it actually is?

[Maybe just a little bit, John. It's not like she's asking you to strip naked and dance for her or something. She's just taking in how you've changed.]

[[At that, Rose's smile sweetens and she leans in to kiss his cheek, bringing her hands to rest on his chest again.]]

It's not that I didn't want to be intimate, John. Intimacy, I've come to find, is honestly a wonderful experience. I just wasn't ready for sex, to put it bluntly. And after reading some of the books and stories that I had before, without any experience of my own on the matter, that seemed like the only possibly outcome available to making out. So I had my concerns. [[Look who matured a little!]]

And this is intimate, you're right. Which is why I offered to reciprocate if it would make you feel any more at ease about it. Because intimacy should be reciprocated. That's part of the reason why it's so enjoyable.

Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.

[John visibly relaxes, smiling a little. At least for all of thirty seconds until he's seemingly struck by a realization. The vague hand gestures start up again as John struggles to word his point.]

So uh... does that mean... Like I am not trying to make an assumption here or anything! Just trying to make sure we are on the same page here but when you say "offer to reciprocate" does that mean that you are, in fact, asking me to touch your boobs? [A beat.] Or er... offering. Not asking.

[[To answer that, Rose leans in to give his cheek a soft kiss and nods.

That is exactly what she's saying, John.]]

Oh.

[There's a new shade of red never before seen on John's face. Wow, good job Rose. Achievement unlocked.]

[He's not actually moving to do anything about it though, aside from boggle blatantly at her chest. Is it really okay to touch them? And actually mean to okay the whole face thing wasn't his fault and he's opting to pretend it didn't actually happen.]

[Wow second base. It's right there. He can see it and it is so close.]

[[She sits back, smiling and waiting for him.]]

It's okay John.

[Boobtown is calling you back, John. You know you want to go for another visit.]

[He raises his hand about five inches, looking for all of thirty glorious seconds like he's actually about to go through with it.]

[Then he stops, hesitates, starts going again, no wait. Wait. Not going, he's back to kind of twitching his hand awkwardly back and forth as he tries to decide whether he's going for it or not.]

Gah!!

[In the end, he pulls his hand back and grabs one of the pillows from the bed, slamming it against his face and then flopping backwards onto the bed.]

[He couldn't do it.]

[He could not go back to Boobtown.]

Here John. [[She places her hands on his chest.]]

See? I can do it!

[He doesn't even bother taking the pillow off of his face, therefore muffling his response pretty well.]

That's not even close to the same thing, Rose, and you know it!

[He doesn't have breasts, okay? ~~Not anymore, at least~~ Completely different concept.]

[[Well what if she gently takes one of his hands and tries to put it on her breast? Will that work?]]

[It certainly will. Though it takes John a minute to fully realize what she did. He peeks out from under the pillow and, sure enough, hand fulla boob.]

Oh.

[Okay, well that actually wasn't so hard, was it?]

[[Rose continues smiling at him, sitting back and letting him get used to the sensation and idea.]]

[After a few moments, John one-handedly (and somewhat awkwardly) pushes himself back up into a sitting position. He spends a good minute just staring blatantly at his hand and Rose's chest, the look in his eyes oddly reverent, almost. And then, he lifts his other hand and brings it to rest gently on Rose's other still-clothed breast.]

[Nope. It's not hard at all. Look at him getting to second base here.]

[[Finally his fiancee has to chuckle.]]

And this is okay with me, John.

Hehe...hehehe...

[This quiet laughing and lopsided smile are probably not the best of signs. John's still staring at Rose's chest and his own hands which have now just given the slightest, lightest of double squeezes. Sure enough...]

Beep beep!

[[The blonde's cheeks light up a little at the treatment to her breasts, but she ends up laughing anyway.]]

I let you touch them and that is what you choose to do with them? You're ridiculous.

Sorry, I had to!!! [He pulls his hands away, laughing as well.]

I couldn't resist. I won't do it again though, don't worry.

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