What a Naughty Oreo

We were sitting on the couch watching a movie when suddenly he got up and went to the kitchen. I heard him rummaging around by opening cabinets, the refrigerator and clanking glasses together.

"Hey can you pause the movie?" he asked.

"Sure," I said getting the remote and pausing the movie. I wait patiently for him to return while secretly praying that he was going to share his snack with me. He returned a cup of milk in one hand and a plate full of Oreos in the other. "Yay Oreos my favorite," I said as he placed the plate full of Oreos in front of me. I reach out to grab one but he swats my hand away.

"You cannot have my Oreos," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because if you really wanted some Oreos you would have gotten you some," he replied.

I rolled my eyes, "fine have it your way," I grabbed the remote and pressed play. We continued to watch the movie. At moments, I would watch him eat an Oreo from the corner of my eye. He would take an Oreo, open it and slowly lick the cream. While doing that he would give me this look as if licking the cream off was the sexiest thing in the world. I shook my head and paid attention to the movie.

Then there was only one Oreo left and I wanted it. I watched him carefully as he drank his milk but then there was a loud explosion causing me to jump and knock the milk out of his hands. The milk spilled all over his pants and I quickly got up to get some napkins.

"I am so sorry," I said grabbing some napkins and rushing back towards the couch.

"It's okay," he said taking a napkin from me.

"No let me do it," I said.

"No I'm okay," he said getting ready to dry himself.

"I insist," I swatted his hand and started drying over the zipper section of his pants.

"Whoa," he said.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked trying not to smile.

"Well…yeah," he said clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry," I said applying more force he groaned and I looked at him, "I don't think the stain is coming off. I think you should let me wash your pants.

"No!" he cried but it was too late I already started to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. "Wait! What do you want?"

"Nothing," I said tugging down his pants. He quickly pulled them back up.

"I don't believe you," he said.

"Well if you don't mind I would like your last Oreo," I replied.

He shook his head, "all of this for an Oreo."

"They are my favorite cookie," I reached out to grab the last Oreo but he picked it up first. "Hey that's my Oreo."

"I never said you could have my last Oreo."

I glared at him, "if you don't give me that Oreo I'll—"

"You'll what?"

"I'll continue to take off your pants," I reached for his pants and pulled them all the way down to his ankles.

"You're real dirty. You know that?" he said frowning.

"Yep, now give me the Oreo," I replied.

"I'll make a deal with you. Why don't we share the last Oreo?" he said taking the Oreo apart and giving me the half with the cream on it.

"Alright," I said smiling I took the Oreo from him and licked the cream. "Mmm this tastes so good."

He nodded in agreement while nibbling on his wafer. I felt a little sorry for him so I extended my hand with the cookie in it and started to offer him some cream. But my hand reached to far and smeared cream over his cheek.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I said.

"It's okay, you're getting to be quite clumsy lately," he said.

"Yeah," I laughed, "it sure seems to be that way."

"Mhm," he said eyeing me.

"I'll get it off for you," I said grinning.

"NO!" he shouted.

"But why I'm only trying to help," I said moving closer.

"I think you've helped enough," he retorted licking some cream off the side of his cheek.

"Well I beg to differ," I said pushing him down onto the couch and holding him there.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just relax," I smiled.

"Uh," he looked at me as I moved closer to his face, "be gentle with me."

My eyes widen in shock as I stared into his eyes they were clear with no hidden motives. I leaned down and licked some cream off his face. "Is this gentle enough for you?" I asked. He smiled in response. I continued to lick the cream off his face slowly until I was to the last bit of cream.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted some cream that's all."

"Sure," he replied with a smile. With that, I licked the rest of the cream off his face, leaned in, and kissed him. He tasted like the wafer part of the cookie and I was his cream. He sucked on my tongue trying to get every bit of cream off it.

"You're welcome," I said as we broke apart.

"For what?" he asked puzzled.

"The cream," I said taking the rest of my cookie and putting it into my mouth.

"What a naughty Oreo," he said looking at me. I smiled and kissed him again.

I looked at his pants that were now lying across the floor, "what a great glass of milk," I smiled and he laughed.