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Honestly, Why Haven't We?	By : Tearatone Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 17651 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Honestly, Why Haven't We?

--- Timmy ---

FaeFreak8: honestly, why havent we had sex?

AthenaImmortal: …

AthenaImmortal: Excuse me?

FaeFreak8: honestly, why havent we?

AthenaImmortal: Are you seriously asking me this?

FaeFreak8: seriously

AthenaImmortal: Maybe because I was your babysitter for five years?

FaeFreak8: ah

AthenaImmortal: Why are you asking me this?

FaeFreak8: alright

FaeFreak8: just asking

AthenaImmortal: …Weirdo.

FaeFreak8: hey!

AthenaImmortal: Huh?

FaeFreak8: I am not!

AthenaImmortal: Uh, yes you are! You are asking me to fuck you.

FaeFreak8: did not!

FaeFreak8: I only asked why we haven't had sex

AthenaImmortal: …

FaeFreak8: funny

AthenaImmortal: What is?

FaeFreak8: I thought you would laugh and joke about this

FaeFreak8: then insult me and laugh some more

FaeFreak8: not get all uptight and angry

AthenaImmortal: Was this one of those stupid online dares or something?

Timmy's hands were poised cat-like just above his keyboard. He had enough in responses from Vicky to partake in the online thread. He had asked, well, more like copied and pasted the awkward question, sent it to a random female he knew (though she happened to be the only girl on his contacts who was online,) and roused a reaction to share with the rest of his anonymous ilk.

The teenage boy highlighted the conversation, key-stroked for a copy, pasted the exchange into a reply for the commanding thread, and submitted it. Hopefully no one would try to communicate with either him or Vicky by using their posted AIM screen names. Timmy sighed with a slight guilt as he summoned the instant message box containing Vicky.

FaeFreak8: no, I was just wondering is all

AthenaImmortal: You actually think about this stuff?

FaeFreak8: hey, Im only human you know

AthenaImmortal: I'm too old for you, twerp, why don't you flirt with someone your own age?

FaeFreak8: I dont like girls my age… and they dont like me…

AthenaImmortal: …Well… I can't help you there. I have never been into younger guys. And it's been so long since I've had a man, so the first one I get again I don't really want to be a boy.

FaeFreak8: but the porn and smut you always post or share with me always has guys my age

AthenaImmortal: …

FaeFreak8: doesnt it?

AthenaImmortal: Are you so hard up that you are trying to convince me to fuck you?

FaeFreak8: no, I just want to see where this conversation will lead now

FaeFreak8: and im sorry, but you dont seem all that offended

AthenaImmortal: So is this a game to you or do you really wanna know? And if you get an answer, then how will you use it?

FaeFreak8: dunno, think I have a chance? ;)

AthenaImmortal: Don't get cute with me.

AthenaImmortal: God, why I haven't blocked you yet is beyond me.

FaeFreak8: its late, neither of us have plans for saturday night because we are losers, and we are both lonely right now

AthenaImmortal: *sigh* Sad but true.

The conversation seemed to have come to an end. Timmy was glad of it too, he was starting to feel uncomfortable with the dialog's progression. He stood beside his computer and stretched. What to do now? It seemed like when he was a kid there was always something to do, but now-a-days he just couldn't remember what that was. At times like these he would always find himself staring at the night stand beside his bed. An aged sun bleached pink hat rested there, covering up a water stain from his fish bowl of old. Why he always ended up transfixed on this spot he didn't know, but he did, and it was somehow comforting and depressing at the same time.

A thirst was cracking his throat. Out of the dark room and down the stairs he flew, then around the banister and into the kitchen. There was bottled water in the fridge, and a good thing too, because he couldn't be bothered to clean a cup to pour anything else.

Timmy had the entire house to himself, as his parents were currently in the middle of a two week cruise in the orient. The only problem with taking care of himself was that he was terrible at it. Nothing in the house was tidy, hell even the TV remote was lost! His mom would probably throw a fit when she got back, but that wouldn't be for another week!

If the young man had any worthwhile friends then they would be over, of course, but he really didn't. Chester had moved, his dad scored a sports commentary spot on a radio show somewhere out East; and AJ was attending some private school Timmy had no hope of getting into. So the trio had drifted apart in their high school years, and the only kids his age he talked to were school mates, and that was only at school.

At first it wasn't so bad, again there always seemed to be something fun to do and Timmy didn't feel lonely at all. Then suddenly there was nothing to experience in his spare time. A large part of his life just some how disappeared, poof, gone, extinct. Now he spent most of his meanderings online, talking to people he didn't know, save Vicky.

Ah, then there was Vicky. He had come across her online alias completely by mistake. Timmy was looking up erotic literature one night, as when the photographic smut lost its initial luster he found himself wanting something a little more meaningful to fantasize about. There was one story he happened across which flowed nicely and held his attention, but had not updated in months. Timmy emailed the author and pleaded with them to update, that he was in love with the characters, whom rang familiar with him, and the story couldn't, it shouldn't just go to waste. No good though, she had responded that the story was old news, but he could help himself to any of her new works. Timmy ate them all up. He was corresponding regularly, discussing the plots, character development, and what each meant to him. Soon she had procured his AIM screen name and established real time conversation.

It was the weather, of all things, that lead the two into realizing who each other were. Vicky had bitched about it raining too much in the past week, and Timmy agreed.

AthenaImmortal: What? You too?

FaeFreak8: everyday since Sunday

AthenaImmortal: Well I'm situated in SoCal, and it never rains this much in succession.

FaeFreak8: really? me too!

FaeFreak8: where at?

AthenaImmortal: Heh, nosy one, aren't you? I'm in Dimmsdale.

FaeFreak8: no fucking way! SO AM I!

AthenaImmortal: Ha! Are you sure you aren't a stalker?

FaeFreak8: i swear im not! wow, this is so awesome

AthenaImmortal: I guess, just don't go trying to find me.

FaeFreak8: oh yeah, you left everyone you knew because of how bad you used to treat them…

AthenaImmortal: And I don't want to hurt anyone else, well, anyone new like you in my life.

FaeFreak8: what a shame, it would have been fun to meet

AthenaImmortal: … You would think so, but not really with me. I know you are lonely because you don't have any friends anymore, but I'm not exactly friend material. Hell, the closest thing to a friend that I ever had was this twerp I used to baby sit back in high school. And believe you me, we absolutely hated each other.

FaeFreak8: …

AthenaImmortal: Hm?

FaeFreak8: you dont… live in the city by chance, do you?

AthenaImmortal: Bingo!

FaeFreak8: … i live in the suburbs

AthenaImmortal: No shit? West end side of town? Because that's where I grew up.

FeaFreak8: yeah…

AthenaImmortal: Something the matter?

FeaFreak8: yeah, my name is Timmy Turner, does that ring any bells for you?

Timmy entered his room again, nice, dark, and cool. He immediately sat in front of his computer to see if there was anything new to examine. Nope, just the flashing window for Vicky's instant message box. No rush to open that, probably more of her complaining. He guzzled some of his water down, went through his usual rounds of websites, discovered nothing, and finally got around to seeing what Vicky had said.

AthenaImmortal: Alright, I'm bored out of my mind! Wanna come over?

AthenaImmortal: Timmy? You there?

AthenaImmortal: Hello? Did you leave your computer with out saying anything again?

AthenaImmortal: Fine, I'm logging off. If you want to come over here is my address…

His insides had disappeared. Was she actually inviting him over for… no, couldn't be, his imagination was running amuck. She must actually just be bored and lonely and wanted some company. Yeah, that sounded more believable. And how selfish of her to leave him a choice and no way of getting a hold of her to confirm; What if he had plans! Ah, but a small tickle in the back of the youth's brain was reminding him that she knew damn well he had no such engagements.

Visit Vicky… yeah, sounded fun. They would probably just turn on a movie and hang out anyways. Or maybe she would ask his honest opinion about whatever project she was working on. Either way it sounded a lot more entertaining than the same old bull shit he was living out day after day. His mind was made up.

Timmy pasted her address into a mapping website, procured step-by-step directions from his place to hers, printed them out, and in less than a minute had locked up the house and got into his car. Thirty minutes or less and he would be at her apartment. How adventurous this all felt. His spirits were running high as he pulled out of the driveway and sped into the clouded night.

--- Vicky ---

Rain again, she could smell it in the air. Usually she liked the rain; if that was because most other people loathed it she didn't know, hell, she didn't care. All that mattered was it should never inhibit her. Staring out into the overcast night, looking down at the wet car-lit roads from her balcony, what a wonderful view it all was. Even the speckles of a fresh downpour to come didn't distract her. Better to say she welcomed it.

Had forty-five minutes already passed since she had left Timmy her request? Felt like it, though the amount of tonic she was drinking could be distorting her ability to measure the passage of time. Would he show up? Not likely. But what did it matter? At least she had made some measly excuse of a plea for help, though barely. She was going mad, she felt so lonely these days, shut off from everyone and forced to write about the sex she never could have in her younger days, just to pay the bills on time. And did anyone give half a damn? Did anyone know how wasted and drained she felt after writing each dirty little desire? Or that it was becoming ever more difficult for her to keep up with her deadlines? Fuck, downed her sixth drink, empty glass thrown over the balcony, crash far below of broken glass seconds later. Not a single being she knew in person cared! That is unless Timmy actually showed up. Then she couldn't complain that nobody she knew could give less a shit about her.

Damn it! Why did she invite him over at all? And after he had used her for one of his stupid online dares too, the miserable brat. Oh sure, he denied it full out, but she knew him better than that. She could always tell what was going on with that one. Even when she had found him a flattering and appeasing stranger, she could still translate what was going on behind his screen name with ease. Well whatever, too bad, doesn't matter! He won't be showing up, hell, she would be lucky if he even kept talking to her.

And what was she expecting to happen if he did turn up? For them to just chat? Open a beer and heat up some leftover pizza while tossing a movie on? Bull shit, she had a perfectly legit assumption shouting from the back of her mind: if he came knocking then he followed his teenage dick. Typical man. Ughhh, shouldn't have thought about food. For one she was out besides the remains of last night's order; and for two it was making her feel a little sick to her stomach.

Was there any point in staying up now? To watch the oncoming storm break loose, perhaps? Vicky heaved a weighted sigh and slumped into one of her patio chairs. He wasn't coming; too much time had passed for that to be a reality. Was she disappointed? Wouldn't be the first time in her life that she was let down by a man, what had she expected? There was no point in getting bent out of shape over this, so why did she feel so glum? She wished she had the drive to find a replacement glass and pour another drink.

Flash of lighting, clash of thunder. It had cut open the clouds, allowing them to heap their heavy burden down upon the dirty grime of the city. Beautiful; and somehow so satisfying it tickled her. She was getting sodden now, slowly licked by the shattering drops of slick wetness, making her eyes slide shut. She felt her front soak it in. Breathe this in. It smelt hard and musky. City rain. Cold. Why had she not worn a jacket? Nipples bleeding though her top. No matter, no one was coming anyway. Relax… relax… relaxed…

The sound of the city moving along. Deep breaths. The waves of rain falling onto all that stone. Hypnotizing, relaxing… What does it matter if she was alone? Who needed company anyway? She lived well enough, did she not? She had clothes, a warm bed, enough food, and other mild electrical comforts. She didn't even have to venture out to work. Red flash of lightning through her closed lids, roaring thunder, harder rain. This was nice, this was… ringing? No, just the rain, or maybe the cars far down below… more ringing? Not now, who would be bothering her now? Ringing! The buzzard wouldn't shut up! Fine! Vicky shot up to her feet in a rage. That was her door bell, not her phone. That's right, she only had a cell phone. She made sure to stomp every step before reaching the damn door and slamming it open.

Her eyes were wide and wild when they met his soft and gentle ones. He took half a step back from her savage, wordless greeting. His brown hair was stuck to his face, dripping wet. Pale skin, much akin to her own, covered in damp goose pimples. And those precious blues, what a beautiful color for eyes. She always found his eyes to be unfair to her, why had the person she received the most pleasure in torturing have to have the eyes she found most alluring. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't seeing things, but Timmy had actually showed up.

"Did I… come at a bad time?" he asked timidly, sopping wet from the rain.

"What?… Um, no," She couldn't believe the height of him! If he wasn't eye to eye with her now, then he might have an inch or two on her, "You've grown up…"

"Uhh, yeah, I guess I have…" he shifted uncomfortably as lightning stuck again, it was getting pretty damn close. Well, if that was the case…

"You should come in, its cold."

--- Them ---

There was no conversation. No plan. No foreplay. Just mouth to mouth, lips clamping and sucking on lips, tongue twisting against tongue, sliding against teeth. Timmy had his shirt torn off of his chest with out consent, not like she needed it though. He was hers, and only hers. Kissing again, god how greedy it was. Tits being squeezed by his hungry hands through her soaked top, nipples clearly visible. She had him on his back, they were in her room, on her untidy bed. She pinned him, claimed his mouth again, hands at her chest once more.

Vicky straddled him as she whipped off the wet top from her curved form, shocking her skin with the cold air. Though this was only momentary, for Timmy sat up and took her left nipple into his warm, soft mouth, sucking with vigor as he played with the right between his gentle fingers. She held his head in her arms, what a lust filled boy. Had he always desired her like this? To think so made her enjoy this all the more. She closed her eyes as the heated moan from her lips released his name into the night air.

Timmy's eyes moved up to her pleasured face as she began to plant feathery kisses upon his head. She was absolutely beautiful, there were no other words for it. He released her hardened nipple and moved face to face with his lover. Her eyes half opened momentarily, a small satisfied smile opening her mouth. Then she brought his head forward and connected in a full hearted kiss once more. Fuck, her lips were so soft, so wet. Loved her tongue, couldn't get enough of it.

Her hands were on his bare shoulders now, pushing him down into her pillows. Her scent was all around him; it was taking over his senses. All that mattered was her, to hell with the rest of the world! Hands traveling down his chest now, finger nails scraping just below the pain mark. Shivers, her touch was causing him to shiver. Closing his eyes, enjoying every precious moment of this incalculable bliss, he exhaled a delighted breath. To his navel now, and down further. At his jeans, she was undoing them. Would she like what she saw? He knew he wasn't huge like the men in the porn he watched, but he thought it was big enough. Yes, pull his pants off; toss them aside like so much trash. Nervous, sweating, slightly fearful. Ah, why had she stopped? Was she displeased? But it was still hiding beneath his boxer briefs, though not very well.

He allowed his sight to return, and saw that she was removing her own pants. Out into the dark they were discarded, flash of angered lightning. Quickly back over him, passionate pink eyes brimming with a burning desire hooked into his swirling blues, her nose was so close it blurred. Kissing, yes, hands clawing into his face just forceful enough to remain pleasurable, knee tightly pressed against his throbbing groin. His own hands sliding down her moistened back, resting on the seductive curves of her hips, then gripping them with an eager need. This was the irresistible body of a woman, absolutely nothing like the girls in his school, and infinitely out of their reach.

Over her ass now, squeezing, savoring, and loving. She had finished kissing him on the mouth, moved onto his neck, collar bone, chest, nipples, diaphragm, stomach, navel, elastic band clamping his last portion of clothing to his hips. Her hand gripped him through the dampening fabric, causing him to inhale sharply. Oh god it was really happening, this was it, no more fooling around. He clenched his eyes shut as she removed his covering with slick ease.

Her long fingers enveloped his pulsating member, oh fuck, it was like velvet and silk being tied onto him at the same time. He groaned longingly as she began to pump him, slowly at first, then picking up the pace in an electric rhythm. He was going to lose his mind, this was too much. Faster and faster, she was showing no signs of slowing down. Didn't she know if she kept this up he was going to explode? He could feel his leg begin to twitch. No! It was going to be over too soon. Faster and harder still, he didn't have it in him to tell her to let up. His muscles tensed, his back arced, a shuddering moan issued out into the dark as his orgasm convulsed all over her hand.

Timmy collapsed; he could hear her feeding on his hot man seed even through his heavy breathing, "Vicky… why?"

But she didn't answer his inquiry straight away. Instead she climbed over him again, her body lying down on the entire length of his. Her arms wrapped around his torso, head in the crook of his neck, so he held her as well.

"I wanted to squeeze the first one out," she told him softly, almost in a whisper, "that way when we… connect…" she kissed his neck, "we can enjoy it as long as possible." Her fingers were gently playing with his hair. A moment later she spoke again, just as soft as before, "When you're hard again, let me know…"

That wasn't going to be a problem though. His cock was already half stiff again just by the squish of her breasts against him. Still, that was no excuse to quit playing. The hand he had around her began to slide down to her inner thigh. Her gentle moan and clasping of his earlobe in her soft lips was all he needed for approval. His fingers slid beneath her panties, grazed over her trimmed pubic hairs, and found her sweltering sex; wet, aroused, and welcoming. He was able to easily slip one strong digit inside. She gripped tight to him, almost sucking it in. Ah, but she was sucking on him, on his neck now, and using her moist teeth, small hungry groans escaping each time she took a breath.

Faster the boy played with her, now slipping two fingers inside and swirling them around with gusto. Her hips were matching his rhythm perfectly, her hands digging into his scalp and back, lips getting sloppy. Timmy was now rock hard but was enjoying pleasuring her too much to use his own tool. Desiring to position himself better, the teen slowly arranged their poses so that Vicky was on her back while he was arched over her, fingers never quitting. Quicker, harder; her arms crushing the pillows behind her head as she thrashed about. He bent down to her heaving chest and began suckling again. She whispered his name in her dilapidation, voicing for more and more.

It was her who couldn't stand it anymore. Frustrated, she wrapped her legs around the boy's hips and started pulling him into her. He got the message right away, such an eager to please specimen. Timmy removed his jack-hammering hand out of her dripping pussy and moved his mouth to lock onto her own. One hand on his shoulder, and one down on his cock, she guided him into her. Heaven was just a word now, this enveloping of their desires replaced all concepts of ecstasy.

"Fuck me," Vicky lashed out is a heavy whisper, "I want you to fuck me!" She began moving as he did. Son of a bitch! Her inner walls were griping him so damn tight! It felt hot, wet, and soft all at the same time! Pulling out was just as satisfying as plowing back in. There was no stopping now; all he could do was pump faster, harder, and as deep as he possibly could. Both of her hands were clawing into the back of his torso, eyes sealed tight. Every time he pounded into her succulent viscera the slap of flesh on flesh filled their ears, driving them to fuck all the harder.

"Timmy!" the red haired seductress gasped, "Oh god I'm almost there! Don't stop!" But he couldn't stop for anything in the world just now. Burying his face into her neck he summoned all of his remaining strength and hammered her juicy inners with everything he had. There was no reason to hold anything back for her either. She too was gyrating her hips as he fucked her raw, moaning and practically blaring up a storm. This was it, this is what was missing from her life! God damn it almost there! Just a little more! Almost… almost… shit! She was screaming, a tremor shooting down her spine and into her hips and legs, forcing something deep inside to gush forth and soak her lover's dick. Feeling her orgasm beneath him was all he needed to crank out his own release. There was absolutely nothing like the rush of ejaculating inside, not even close.

Timmy collapsed on top of her, and she caught him all too willingly. His mind was blank for the longest time, only able to enjoy her gentle caress as he caught his breath, though he could feel she was doing the same. So that was it? Over just like that? But dear god, it was wonderful. How alive, and yet how drained he felt. Her intoxicating sent filling him again, but this time it was alive. Part of him wanted to sleep, but the other told him he should hold out, to bask in this afterglow with her. And it was her who spoke first, long after they had steadied their breathing.

"Timmy?" Vicky asked feather soft, "That was your first time, right?" She did not sound accusing or disappointed, rather almost concerned, or perhaps nostalgic; it was hard to tell which.

"Yes," Timmy answered slowly, burying his tired head into her neck a bit more and closing his eyes. If he could only stay in this moment for the rest of his life…

"I'm glad then," she kissed his brow gently.

"Hm?" he breathed.

"You'll never forget your first time, or who it was with. You will always be able to remember me just like this, and I've done such horrible things to you before…" her fingers began to twirl in his hair, "I don't know… It just makes me happy somehow, like I was given a second chance for some reason… I might still be a cold and bitter person who only cares about herself, but I don't want to be a monster anymore…"

"You're not a monster, Vicky," Timmy kissed her neck tenderly, "and I forgave you a long time ago."

"Do you think you could love me?" she asked, a painful strain working on her words as they tumbled out.

"Of course…"

"I don't mean like this… I mean me, who I am. No one has ever loved me, Timmy. I'm not asking you to, I'm just wondering if it's even possible."

"I think it is, you just need to find the right person for you. Someone who is patient and caring; who wants to be with you despite your flaws. And I think that's what love really is, where you accept someone for everything they are."

"That would be nice… I wish it could happen one day…"

"Me too…"

"You won't have any trouble finding love, Timmy. You have always been such a caring and forgiving person, and in the end that's what a girl really wants, to be cared for and accepted."

"… Even after all that, I still think I could love you, Vicky."

She kissed him on the head again. There were no more words spoken aloud that night, though a million racing through their heads nonstop. Timmy was the first to curl beneath sleep's long coax, snoozing gently as he held onto his worried partner. Consciousness was less kind to Vicky, however. She was worried for how this union would affect the friendship she was finally able to put together. Was it right for her to take him this way? Oh she enjoyed it, yes. And she damn well needed it too. But friendships forged with her were always fragile and fickle things, and was having her brains fucked out senselessly for one night really worth her only true connection with another person? Would this love making continue? Would she perhaps not want to be exclusive to the boy and make him jealous with other lovers? Would she get jealous if he bedded another girl? Imagining it certainly made her feel so, but she had always been possessive. Whatever happened she supposed only time could tell. One thing was certain she reasoned, as her eyelids grew heavy, that right now he was hers, and she was his.

--- Morrow ---

The rain was still falling, splashing lightly against a fogged stained window. The small pitter of liquid on glass felt soothing somehow, as if it were whispering into the cold room to stay quiet; that to sleep in was not only okay, but recommended.

Vicky smiled, her laziness felt heavy and wonderful, and to get up seemed unthinkable. Why would she anyhow? She had no set hours to follow, and it was the weekend in any case, was it not? Of course she wouldn't know the date if not for sitting at her desktop each day to check her messages, but why did that matter? Stupid wandering thoughts…

Her fingers explored their stations to find another's skin, warm, soft skin, and the leathery scent of a young man. Timmy… right, Timmy. Vicky's smile saddened. She knew before any of the events of last night occurred that is was all going to be a mistake. She didn't love him, and was only thinking of her own selfish desires. Meaningless, selfless sex, though fun, always left her feeling empty. It's why she never let the men she bedded down with ever sleep over, right? Fuck them, use them, and kick them out. So why had Timmy been different? Did she feel bad about taking his virginity or something? That she knew he was a good kid and didn't deserve to be treated like shit? Bullshit; that never stopped her before. Maybe it was the small conversation they had afterwards, or maybe she was still being affected by all the alcohol.

"You awake?" Vicky asked groggily, voice weighed down with the after effects of a deep sleep.

"Sort of," Timmy whispered, his mind seemed to be someplace else.

"Wat'cha thinking about?" she sniffed in his scent again and hid from the morning light by burying her face away into his neck.

"I don't know… just thinking."

"That isn't like you; there is always something on your mind. Spill it."

"I feel… empty."

"Empty?" She asked a bit worried. So was he feeling the same way now? Great, if she got him started on this path too she might as well have no one left ever again.

"Like… I mean, I always wondered what my first time was going to be like. I guess I always expected it to be this amazing, magical event that would change my life forever. And, um, I don't want to insult you, I should just shut up."

"No, tell me, I won't get mad."

"Uh, well, I woke up this morning, saw you facing me asleep, and it just felt like my childhood had finally ended and now I'm supposed to be a man. But it was all so ceremony-less. I don't know what I was expecting but-"

"It's because I don't love you."

"What?"

"My first time was much the same. I just wanted to fuck someone and get it over with. It was painful and he didn't give two shits who it was, as long as they had a pussy. He went home and I stayed awake all night feeling empty, dirty, and unloved."

"Vicky… I didn't mean, uh, I'm sorry."

"Don't feel sorry for me kiddo, I got over it. You will too."

"I mean I'm sorry about what I said."

"Why? It's how you feel, right?"

"But it's not all I feel. At the same time I'm happy it was with you and I want to be around more and… Well, this might sound stupid but I think I really missed you."

"No you didn't," she almost laughed, "Timmy, before any of this happened you were doing just fine without me in your life. Sure, you were a loser like me, but you were getting along a-ok."

"I guess…"

"No guessing needed, I know; so stop worrying about feeling empty or whatever." She propped herself up on an elbow while cupping Timmy's face in her free hand, "In fact, you should feel privileged you had such a fucking hot babe to whisk you away into manhood."

The newly christened man smiled some, count on Vicky to make light of any event, life changing or not. He slowly sat up now and for the first time got a good look at her room. There wasn't a whole lot to it though. The walls were practically barren, save one small mirror which didn't look like it could contribute all that much as a wall fixture. And the furniture was limited as well. There was the bed they were on, covered in red sheets, there was a stained wood dresser, and a computer desk with laptop resting on top, charging its battery. He supposed there might be more interesting topics with in her closet, but he wasn't about to get nosey.

Vicky had swept her legs over the edge of her bed and stood to her feet. She stretched out, long and thin, and proceeded to collect their cloths. It was strange to Timmy, he found himself still shy to watch her walk around naked and averted his eyes, despite the carnal feast the two had devoured last night.

She tossed his cloths at him, hitting the boy in the face and effectively snapping him out of a slightly introverted trance, "Get dressed," she told him, already doing so herself with a new set of garments from her dresser, "As kinky as it sounds I don't really want you walking around naked all day."

Timmy obliged wordlessly, realizing as he covered his body in yesterday's cloth that he wasn't all that ashamed of his own body, at least not with her. So why did he feel like a naughty miscreant when gazing at her naked form? Strange indeed…

She made them breakfast, bacon and eggs, though while cooking it Vicky made sure to tell him she hardly ever bothered with stovetop meals in the morning, finding a bowl of cereal or buttered toast to work just fine. They ate in mostly silence, breaking the dull clatter of forks on plates only when the hostess cursed at herself for forgetting to get them refreshments. But then thought orange juice was expensive as it was and decided to hold back this information when Timmy asked what was wrong.

--- Parting ---

"Will I ever see you again?" Timmy asked, trying to sound casual. He had accompanied Vicky down to the parking lot, as Vicky decided she needed to go out for some errands and couldn't very well leave Timmy up in her apartment.

She gave him a very complicated look and smirked slightly, "We'll see. Though just so you know, next time you stay over at a girl's place it would be better to let her ask you, because the desperate thing you have going right now isn't that attractive."

Timmy shuffled his feet some and looked off to the side, "Um, sorry, I just really enjoyed spending time with you and, well, it just sort of-"

She had gently ceased his words by placing one of her slender fingers on his lips, then trailed it slowly down his chin and let it fall back to her side. She smiled knowingly, "Go home, Timmy."

He knew that was the end of the conversation. He blinked, closed his eyes for a moment, smiled, then looked at her happily and nodded. If she was going to see him again then she would call for him. If not, then he would have to live with it and move on.

It wasn't a sad parting, he thought to himself as he walked down the street to his car, but rather one that held so many new possibilities to look forward to. Perhaps part of it was this part of his life was coming to a close. High school was almost over, after all, and he had just lost his virginity to an absolutely unexpected, yet none the less amazing woman.

He looked up at the shaded sunlight streaming from a cluster of trees standing tall into the sky. There were three strangely colored birds chirping brightly together and watching him move beneath them. For some reason they made him smile, their song somehow seemed nostalgic, and he felt then that nothing really was missing from his life. In fact, if he thought about it, life was only just beginning.
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