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Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know	By : aladdinabu Category: +1 through F > A Goofy Movie Views: 20139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know
by AladdinAbu
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PART II: The Long Way Home
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"Dude... Maximus.... DUDE!"
Max blinked, looking over to find Bobby standing over him. "What?"
"Bell rang, bro," he said in his calm, breezy manner. "You gotta shake the daydreams and get your keister to Mizz Easter's!"
Max picked himself up, casting a look over at the tree. Roxanne and Stacey had gone off to class already and he'd been so deep in thought he'd never even noticed. "All right, man, all right. Don't have kittens."
"No thanks, I'm allergic," he laughed as they re-entered the hallways. Bobby was right; it was wiser to leave the past in the past, concentrate on the here and now. And here and now was school... and Roxanne.
Once in class, however, Max couldn't focus on his work. None of it made much sense to him on the best of afternoons, but Stacey's wink had made the epic events of Summer seem like yesterday...
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It had taken nearly ten minutes for Stacey to return from the Superplex bathroom. By then, Max had used one of his napkins to clean up and zipped back up, returning to a semblance of normalcy. It was a lucky thing, too, because Cora had come in to check on them again despite her promise that she wouldn't do so, and though he jumped nervously, she bought it when he told her Stacey had to pee. He'd spent the time between then and when Stacey came back shoveling popcorn down his throat, mostly to distract himself.
"You gonna be all right?" he asked the minute the door swung shut.
"Yeah," she whispered, brushing past him to get to her seat. Though their eyes met for a brief second during this, and he felt a flash of pleasure at the back of her legs touching his knees, she mostly stayed away from him. The minute she sat down, she was putting her sandals on. "I didn't throw up, but I dry heaved a couple times."
"What took so long, then?"
She glared at him. "You really want me to tell you?" But when he stood his ground, she sighed, lip quivering. "I cried. I cried because I don't know why this happened. It took me that long to get it out, then to try to assemble a brave face so I could come back, get my stuff, and escape."
"Hey, I'm really sorry," he whispered. "It... well, it was fun, but this was a total fluke."
"That's my point!" she snapped. "You would never have looked at me twice, or- or ever wanted to touch me if you hadn't had the bad fortune to get all randy in a movie theater - and if you weren't so freaking awkward you asked out the wrong person to begin with!"
Max looked down. "I know, I know, I'm a jerk. But you don't seriously think it's because you're ugly or something, do you?"
"YES!" she growled. "That is exactly the case! You think I'm not worth lusting over because you have Roxaaaane," she said, drawing out the last syllable of her friend's name in a mocking tone. "Who you don't really have, anyway! I'm just a cheap replacement-of-the-day for you, the nerdy girl you tricked into taking care of your male needs in the here and now until your "real" girlfriend somehow realizes you're alive! Now aren't you glad I sucked you off so you didn't have to go outside with a boner?!"
"That's not fair," he fired back immediately. "This whole day just happened - it never had anyth-"
"Don't even TRY it! It had EVERYTHING to do with Roxanne! You like HER, you meant to ask HER out!" Now her eyes narrowed, her voice scathing. "And don't think I'm so ignorant I couldn't tell you were thinking about her the entire time we were fooling around."
Max glared right back. "That's just wrong. You are the only one I've been thinking about for the past hour - even when you were in the bathroom." And as he said it, he was surprised to discover it was mostly true: once or twice he had thought of Roxanne, wondered what she would say if she found out about all this, but especially during the more heated parts he was far too shocked by his activities with Stacey to think of anyone or anything besides her.
Stacey was still pissed, but she said, "Really? You're not just saying this to make me feel better or get yourself off the hook?"
"Really. I swear to Walt Disney." The blank, uncertain look she gave him spoke volumes; she was considering forgiving him, or at least no longer holding him responsible. He pressed his advantage. "You know, I could get you off, kind of repay you."
"Yeah, I'm sure that's just what you want," she spat, arms folded. "To fondle all my naughty places. Well, you can forget it. We've already made enough colossal mistakes for one evening."
"It doesn't even have to be today," he said with a lopsided smile. "Some other day - and it can be a day when your parents are out, we could do it at your house instead of a weird place like this."
For a split second, he saw her weaken - and then she was stuffing the box of candy into her purse and saying, "Nobody's ever home until at least three hours from now, but that won't do you any good, because you're never coming over. You get me?"
He nodded, then stood up. "Wait, you're- are you really leaving?"
"Yes," she sighed, frustrated and impatient. "You are an obstinate little man, aren't you? I don't want to sit around with someone who... who I... look, I'm going, okay? Move."
"But you can't!" he fretted. "We just- and we were... we... I thought we'd talk about it, or something!"
Her eyes squinted, sizing him up as she gripped her purse in one hand and put both fists on her hips. "You really weren't just using me, were you?"
"No way," he whispered - and he threw all restraint to the wind. "Stacey, I may have screwed things up a lot, asking you out and not telling you it was an accident, but... come on, we're friends. And now we're kind of more than friends, and I... and I've never done anything like this before, so I don't know where to go from here."
"We don't have to go anywhere," she whispered softly, a hand touching his forearm. It was so warm, so soothing... it made his heart flutter. "Tomorrow, everything will be back to status quo, you'll see. An uncomfortable meeting in the halls, followed by the usual dull pace of school life."
"Then let me come over," he urged. "I'm just not ready to shrug and say 'That's life' about something this, this... monumental!"
Stacey's eyebrow arched. "Ooh, using our three-dollar words, are we?" She chuckled, but shook her head. "Sorry Max, I don't think that'd be a really good idea, us being alone together after we... y'know." She cleared her throat. "Now, if you don't mind..."
Max blinked. Her hand was out, and he stared between it and her face. "What?"
"You know what."
"Uhh... no, seriously, you're acting weird and I don't know what you want."
"My panties!" she hissed, stamping her foot. "I'm not letting you keep them to mark your 'conquest', Herr Pimpinator!"
"Oh!" he yelped, sticking his hand into his pocket automatically. Then the idea came to him. One of such genius that he relished it, but knew he would regret putting into action. "Maybe."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe I'll give them back."
Now she was mad again. She'd been softening, giving him the benefit of a doubt, but from her perspective he'd made it clear he wasn't as nice as she thought. "Maximillian Goof, you give me those panties right now."
"I will," he said, smiling in spite of the situation. "If you let me come over, just for a little while."
"No! No way, you're not going to take even more advantage of me! I'm so done!"
"Look," he said soberly, "I want to talk about this more. I want to figure out what to make of everything we did... and if you don't want to do it here, let's go back to your house where nobody could overhear us. That woman poked her head back in while you were in the bathroom, you know."
Her eye twitched, and she automatically glanced at the door. "Damn it... what if she had seen us? See, that's what I mean - we need to stop this now! It's already bad enough!"
"You don't really need these, then," he said smoothly, taking his hand out of his pocket. When she grabbed for it, he backed out of her reach. "I'll treasure them always."
"No, you'll show them off to all your friends," she growled. "And then I'll be the school slut."
Though it might have convinced her to go along with his plan, he couldn't lie. "I wouldn't do that. It'd make everybody look at both of us different. That sucks."
"Then what do you want them for?" She whimpered, glancing at the screen where the wizard guy was talking to the king. "Max, they're mine, they... I wore them for you because I was... no, nevermind."
That was something he'd never really considered. Why HAD she worn underwear that was so obviously provocative? "What?"
"I told you to nevermind," she said warningly. "And give them back."
"We need to talk more," he said adamantly. "There's stuff neither of us are getting... and I'm pretty sure this is the wrong place. I'll give them back when we reach your house. Or you can let me keep them. Up to you."
Now she was really blushing. "You... you want me to ride home with no underwear on."
That was what it had come to mean. Max hadn't really thought about that part. Was that doable? Was it legal? But he'd already laid down the rules and he couldn't back out now. When he didn't say anything, she hissed, "I can't, that's- that's so dirty! What if somebody sees me?"
"They won't," he said in a voice that sounded a lot more sure than he really was. "And I'll give them back when we get there, I swear. I wouldn't back out - I didn't even back out of this date, did I? I try not to break promises. Come on, it's not so-"
She immediately blew past him, knocking him back into the chair. He got up again and followed her outside - luckily they didn't meet any of the staff on the way out - and once they had reached the bike racks, she turned back to him, frowning, her face positively glowing in the sun from how embarrassed she was.
"You'll come over and you'll give them to me before we go in," she whispered, even though there wasn't a soul in the parking lot. "Do you get me? Or I'll... I'll kick your ass."
Max laughed from sheer relief. "Done."
"And one more thing-"
Before he could stop her, she had reached over and unzipped his shorts. Her hand was inside and pulling at his limp member when he sputtered, "What the- what are you doing?! We're-"
"You'll ride like that," she said, triumphant despite how crimson she was. "I shouldn't have to be the only one to suffer." When he gaped at her, thunderstruck, she informed him further of her idea of fairness. "You'll ride behind me, I assume, trying to check me out the whole time. If you let it go to your head, even just a little... your shorts won't be able to stop the world from seeing what a pervert you are."
"No way!" But when he made to shove himself back further inside, she stopped his hands with her own.
"THAT is the deal. Take it or leave it."
He swallowed. The problem was, even though he had just spent his payload and normally wouldn't be able to get it up again if he tried, the fact that she had touched him a moment ago was already threatening to give him a second wind. That was a bad start. However, he was determined to make this work. There was no way he could just let this go. "Fine."
They both glared at each other as they unlocked their bike chains, as she used hers to secure her purse to the back of the seat. Suddenly, while she was situating herself he cried, "A-HA! No, no you don't!"
"This isn't part of the deal!" she protested as he jerked her dress roughly out from between her and the seat. She had tucked it in to lessen the chances of anyone noticing she was going commando today. He noticed she winced when her most sensitive parts slammed against the smooth bicycle seat. Her cheeks had enough rouge to fill a Mary Kay catalogue, but it wasn't as if her dress didn't fall down to cover both her and the seat. "You only said I had to-"
"How am I supposed to 'check you out' if you're taking out insurance?" he countered. "Unless you want me to do some tucking of my own?"
And somehow, he knew, because his heart fluttered when she didn't answer. It wasn't just the "fairness" making her stipulate he ride with his barn door open - she wanted him to. And some part of her must have wanted to ride bottomless, because she was agreeing to this at all. Finally, with a shaky sigh, she said, "Fine. But I want you to remember that if EITHER of us get caught, it is definitely YOUR fault - for getting horny in the first place, for stealing my panties... for not being bright enough to make sure you're asking out the right person."
"Yeah, yeah. Saddle up, Stace."
It was her turn to wipe at her brow, nervous, and glance up and down the parking lot. Fortunately for her, it was a cloudless day with no wind to speak of. Satisfied that it was as good as it got, she picked up the foot on the ground and began to pedal. "Nnnhh..."
"There we go," he grunted as he did the same, following. He stayed a few yards behind so he was close enough to watch her every move, but within a safe distance in case she suddenly slammed on the brakes. This was a lot more exciting than anything he'd done in a long, long time - even more exciting that what had just happened in the theater. That was too confusing and unexpected for him to really enjoy... and this also had a thrilling edge to it. The dash of danger only heightened the pleasure.
Without the protection of her dress and her panties, the seat was rubbing Stacey raw, and she was moaning with pleasure. The sounds floated back to him on the breeze every so often. He was sure the rare person they passed could hear her, but to them she must have just sounded like she wasn't used to cycling and had overdone it; nobody looked twice. Max knew better; she was enjoying every minute, even if she didn't choose to. It was obscene, it was offensive... and he loved it. He felt himself growing harder, but he bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself. The pain wasn't really enough to blot it out, but it grounded him enough to keep from giving in.
"Wait," he shouted when she made to turn down Cliffdown Street. "Take the long way around!"
"What?!" she snapped, slowing down and stopping as he pedaled up beside her. "But if we skip Cliffdown, we'll have to use that winding river road! It'll take at least ten extra minutes! Why?"
"Less people," he shrugged. "Besides, I'm enjoying myself."
"I can see that," she said, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "But remember, if you do anything about it, you're not coming in and you still have to hand 'em over."
He cast a quick glance down at the seat and gritted his teeth. Max Junior was straining against one half of his fly. From a bird's eye view, and from one side if you were looking for it, his partial erection was clearly visible. "Crap... uhh, yeah, so the river road?"
"I say we do use Cliffdown," she said with a grin. "Then everybody will know that Max Goof is nothing but a sleaze-"
"Less people can hear you moaning on the river road," he countered.
Her grin slipped a notch. "Fine, we'll take it... but I'm serious, touch one hand to your groin and you lose, loverboy!"
And they were off. Several blocks flashed past, and then they came to a foot-trampled path that led into the woods surrounding Nelson River - which was really more of a stream than a river. After a while, the path emptied into a more well-worn dirt road that followed along the river on their bank, and would do so until it rejoined the road Stacey lived on. She was right, this would take longer... but that was what he wanted. The torture-slash-thrill was too good to be over just yet.
The minute they turned onto the dirt road, Max saw another reason Stacey hadn't wanted to; it wasn't paved. Only the steady trickle of vehicles kept it from being overgrown or falling into disrepair from storms. Which meant the ride wouldn't be nearly as smooth as it was on concrete.
Her moans increased in volume as their ride got bumpier. He felt it, too - on that tight muscle behind his balls Stacey had discovered for him. For a minute or two, he observed as she pedaled onward, valiantly trying not to notice the vibrations pounding against her, right up into her. Still the moans got louder, and more frequent. Then a jolt of excitement shot through him when he saw her shift positions: she bent lower over her handlebars like a racer, and her knees stuck out more. She couldn't keep the brave face up anymore.
"NnnNAAHh!" she cried, wobbling as she struggled to maintain balance and speed despite what she was enduring. "Max, I... I n-need to st-stop!"
"Keep going," he countered. "We're almost there!"
"I AM almost there!" she growled meaningfully, sitting straight up for a second before going back to her position of pleasure. "Nyaah, hnnh, please, please don't make me keep going!"
"I'll keep them if you stop!"
A whimpering cry was all he got in reply, for at that very moment she rode right over a thin tree branch - not so thick that she wrecked, but enough of an added bump that she shouted, "HAAAAIII!"
Stacey was soaking wet with sweat; they both were by this point. But when her dress drifted up on the wind due to the bump, Max didn't expect it to get stuck just a few inches up her back. Those few inches were enough, though - enough for him to see her round, plump behind on display. More than just that, he saw the tiny pinprick in the center, and the very bottom of her other opening. Everything was glistening as if she had smeared olive oil onto herself, and a drip or two fell from the bicycle seat as he watched. Max knew there was no possible way that was all sweat.
"Stacey," he gasped aloud, panting even more now than he had been. As he went over the branch himself, he was unsurprised to feel his hard-as-steel cock flop right out of his shorts and smack into the seat. "Yeah, grind it, Stacey!"
"I hate you, Max!" she half-cried, half-moaned as she rode on, drifting this way and that as she tried to get herself to the safety of her house as soon as possible. "This... this is s-so wrong, and so- so unbelievable! M-my vagina is- is-"
"I can see you," he informed her darkly; her hand automatically left one-half of the handlebars, but he shouted, "NO! Don't cover it up, just ride!"
There was nothing restrained or half-hearted at all about her moans anymore; with so much of her attention on keeping upright on the bike and what it was doing to it, she didn't have any to spare for keeping her voice down. Max watched hungrily as her muscled thighs twitched, as her back arched and unarched - as she coated that seat, pressing into it as hard as she could. That clitoris she'd shown him must have been in heaven.
"I'm cumming, Max!" she told him, unabashed in that moment. "It's like nothing I've- I'm gonna cum!"
Max knew it was so wrong, but he couldn't help it - even though she probably hated all this, in the here and now she sounded so happy. "Do it - come for me, Stacey! I'll be watching!"
Her cries of pleasure got louder and louder as she got wobblier and wobblier, and finally, exactly when they reached the long, straight stretch of the road they had both known was coming - and he suspected she had been waiting for it all along - she screamed, coasting along as juices flowed right down both sides of the seat, dripping all over her ankles and the back wheel. A trail of fresh drops of mud was left behind in her wake.
They both pedaled onward for maybe another half mile before Stacey slowly drifted to a halt, panting harder than anyone he'd ever heard - and this time he knew it WAS lack of breath.
"Hey, you stopped," he panted as he pulled up beside her. "That means-"
"Shut up!" she growled, though it lacked any punch due to the way she was still moaning. "I... I can't believe you... you're so horrible!"
"Yeah," he said, and he had to take a few more breaths before he could continue. "But you liked it. I heard you."
"Hah," she laughed as she caught sight of his open fly. "You can't deny you liked watching, either - and the world will know."
He frowned. No part of him wanted to ride onto her street the way he was. "Well, uh... the bet's off, right? You stopped."
"Max, I would have... wrecked if I didn't," she whimpered, an unshakeable honesty in her voice. "No energy. I'd rather let... you keep them than hurt myself."
Enjoyable though this was, he had no desire to see her injured. "Well, if we... leave right now and you let me put myself in my pants, I'll let you have them back anyway. That help?"
She nodded back, reserving her energy to force her feet to pedal again. It took a moment of fumbling, but he was able to get his hard-on covered, even though it had loved the feel of the breeze around its hot surface.
A few minutes brought them to Stacey's street. Luckily for her, once they had stopped and started up again, her dress had fallen into place over her behind, so she had a lot less fear than he did. Anybody who was within a few feet of them could tell he was hard, even though they couldn't actually see it. Luck willing, they could make it without blowing everything.
And they did. He caught sight of a middle-aged neighbor lady waving to Stacey from across the street, and she waved back, but the distance was probably too great for her to notice anything out of the ordinary. Stacey dropped her bike in the driveway, panting as she retrieved her purse, gratefully closing her legs at last. As Max dismounted, he watched as she picked up the garden hose laying innocently on the lawn and immediately sprayed down her mode of transportation.
"What are you doing?" he asked, wheeling his a little further in so it wouldn't get hosed.
"Cleaning it off," she told him with a glare as she adjusted the nozzle. "I don't want anybody who comes too close to it to smell... anything. Get me?"
"Yeah, I guess," he laughed. "Just... make sure it gets dried off, you don't want it to rust."
"I know." When she was satisfied that most of her juices were trickling down into the gutter, she dropped the hose, walked over and shook her bike a good bit, then put down the kickstand. "It should dry well enough in the sun. You still coming in?"
"Obviously," he laughed.
"Panties first."
Max blinked. "You... really don't trust me, do you?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Her cheeks were so red... "Give me one good reason I should."
"But your neighbors might see the transaction."
"I don't care about the-" But right then, the front door of the house next to hers made the unmistakable sound of someone unlocking it from the inside. Gulping, she snatched her keys from out of her purse and sprinted to her door. "Come on, soldier, you're still at full salute!"
How very right she was. At the exact moment he noticed someone's face appear in the opening door, he leapt onto her porch and followed her inside. She wasted no time in closing and locking the door behind them.
"Omigod," she panted, leaning back against it. "That was way, way too close for comfMMHH..."
Max couldn't even wait for her to finish the sentence before he pounced on her, tongue searching hers out, lips suckling on her bottom one. His hands passed along her shoulders as hers came to rest on his hips, and his stiffness was pushing right into her through their clothes. Stacey engaged him passionately, moaning into his mouth, desperate for their closeness. Then her hand reached down and encircled him through the denim... and gave a brutal twist.
"OWWWW!" he cried out, hopping backward; he was so off-balance that he almost nose-dived into the floor. "Holy CRAP, what'd you do THAT for?!"
"For continually taking advantage of me since this date started!" she snapped, punching him in the back of the head. This time he did land on the floor and immediately curled into a fetal position. "God, how'd you get to be such a twisted, sado-masochistic creeper?!"
"Hey," he moaned, trying to laugh and mostly failing. "You're the one who got off on a little bike ride. Don't try to pretend you didn't."
"I was embarrassed," she growled. "There was... you made it impossible for me not to think about sex." She made a noisy gulp, and he noticed a little arousal crept into her tone. "Getting a woody in the theater, the blowjob... stealing my panties. Making me show you what a clitoris is."
"You did all that stuff! You gave me the panties, you showed me your junk! You opened my pants and started sucking!" After a moment, the pain had subsided enough that he could sit upright, though he still wasn't sure he felt like standing. "And I enjoyed every minute, but don't try to pretend you're blameless."
"Max, we... I've never been this horny before," she blurted out, knees drawing together nervously as she directed her eyes off toward the couch. "Sure, I've explored my body now and then, a little, but we're in a whole new ball game. And I don't think I'm ready for- for uh..."
"Making love?"
"What 'love'?" she laughed. "We barely know each other. And you're into my best friend."
Max took a deep breath. "You're right. Stacey, I'm... why can't we stop fooling around with each other? It's bizarre, like we're slaves to hormones or something."
"Or pheromones," she said - and he noticed her chest was heaving, one of her hands absentmindedly stroking along her thigh. "Basic attraction on a prehistoric level."
"You think?"
"Isn't that what this feels like to you?" she asked, crawling toward him, tongue lolling out of her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Primal, animalistic lust? We're in heat, Max. We should be rutting in the streets!"
In that instant, there was something scary about the way Stacey was approaching him - despite how much it turned him on. But the fear was enough to get him to stand up and flee for the safety of the kitchen.
"Wait!" she cried, stumbling to her feet. He heard a thumping noise, and when she turned the corner he saw she had shed her cumbersome sandals, and between that and her sweat-soaked dress she only looked wilder. "You know, I once saw two dogs doing it. The boy dog was much taller and bigger than the girl dog; she was hanging from him as he walked away, stuck on his meat. Skewer me!"
But as she leapt at him, he took aim and fired with the spray hose of their sink. Once the freezing cold water struck her face, she stopped in her tracks, sputtered and cried out, "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Sorry!" he said earnestly. "But I think you needed a cold shower!"
He watched for a moment a she rubbed at her eyes, still making offended little noises. "Crap, I... knocked one of my contacts loose, hang on..." It was unsettling to watch her stick her finger in her eye, but Max knew she had to do it to see. "There. Okay, I'm okay. I'm okay now."
"Good," he laughed, replacing the sprayer. "Now maybe we can... calm down."
Her cheeks were burning red, but she didn't look crazed in the slightest. "Probably a good idea. You, uh... want something from the kitchen?"
They both got a couple of fruit-drink pouches out of the refrigerator and retired to her bedroom (after she'd mopped up the puddle of water they'd created). He'd never been in a girl's bedroom before, not since he was a little kid, and he was expecting to find everything decked out in pink, piles of stuffed animals in the corners and a poster of some beefcake heartthrob on the wall. Instead, Stacey's room had neat shelves of books along the walls, most of them full; a modest stack was on her nightstand. The bedsheets, wallpaper and carpeting were all earthtones, and he noticed she had track lighting around the ceiling; he decided to think about that for his own room, the effect was cool. There was a desk in one corner holding a laptop and some CDs, and a half-open closet with all her clothes hanging up - except a few that were on the floor, which she hurriedly scooped up and threw in with the rest. Max was sure to take a seat in her computer chair when she plopped down on the bed; the distance might be good for them.
"First thing's first," she said playfully. "My property?"
"Yeah, okay." He pulled out her black lace panties. On an impulse, he smelled them, and he watched her cheeks redden again. "Mmm..."
"Max..." But the next second he threw them to her, and she laughed modestly. "Thanks."
"Look," he began hesitantly as she carefully placed them behind the stack of books. "I don't know much about girls, or relationships or anything. Guess I'm kind of a dope like that. But... maybe we have something here, right? What if-"
"No, Max. Somehow I doubt it. Can you honestly say if we started going out you'd never so much as think about Roxanne again?"
The mere mention of her name brought her image swimming to the forefront of his mind, and he felt his member trying to stand up again. "Uhh..."
"Then it'll never work. I can't be with a man who's always going to be eyeing my best friend."
"Fine," he sighed, wrapping his arms around the back of the chair. "Then what are we going to do? Because I can tell you right now, I'm not sure I can ever look at you again without thinking about... stuff."
She shrugged, picking up a towel from her bedpost and mopping at her soggy hair. "From my perspective, it's very simple. We go back to our normal lives. Nothing ever happened, and nothing will happen again. When we pass each other in the halls, we'll nod and smile, and other than that nobody should ever suspect we're anything other than casual acquaintences."
"I don't think that's going to work," he sighed with a frown. "I'm sure at least Peeje will figure it out, he's my bosom compadre."
"Not if you don't give him any reason to. If he ever brings me up, just say, 'Who? Oh yeah, that chick Roxanne hangs around.' Stressless."
"You don't think Roxanne will pick up on it?"
Stacey rolled her eyes, tossing the towel back onto the floor. "Nah. I mean, maybe if she suddenly ambushed me and asked directly if I've ever fondled you in a theater - as if - I'd have a hard time covering. Otherwise, I'm certainly not going to lay any breadcrumbs."
"You didn't... tell her we were going out today, did you? 'Cause if you did, she's gonna ask-"
"No way," she snorted. "Like I said before, I could more or less tell you had wanted to ask Roxanne out; I figured if I was wrong, I'd tell her eventually, but if I was right... it'd be kind of embarrassing to gush about a mix-up like that."
"Right, right." He kicked idly at the floor, sipping from the drink pouch. "So... we just pretend today never happened? That's no way to live."
"But nothing did happen, Max." Her tone was sad; what was she thinking about? "We made some unwise choices. It's not like we have to get married just because I lubricated my bicycle seat - which I will NEVER forgive you for, by the way."
He smiled. "That was pretty intense. You sure you don't want to make a quick trip down the river road again?"
She glared daggers at him, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't think I'll ever use it as long as I live - even driving."
Max realized he'd been growing more and more nervous. Even if he and Stacey hadn't just done some unscrupulous things at the local cinema, he'd still feel funny about being alone with a girl in her bedroom - and since they had, it was that much worse. To take his mind off this, he picked up a random CD from her desk. "Powerline, huh? Who's that?"
"Oh," she laughed. "Um, kind of a dance-pop artist; started to light up the charts pretty recently. Roxanne got it for me for my birthday, I still haven't listened to it."
"Let's put it on," he said pleasantly, opening the case and removing the disc. "Do you have a stereo or anything?"
"Just use my laptop," she told him.
"You can do that?!" Max stared at the tiny slab of plastic. "This thing can play music?"
Her grin was conspiratorial. "I know, laptops aren't commercially available with internal optical drives yet, but... my father knows a guy."
"Geez, makes you wonder what 1995 will bring," he mumbled as he flipped it open; the screen lit up immediately. It didn't take him long to mess around with it and get the drive open, stick the shiny disc inside and close it. When the music began, he smiled and nodded. "Hmm..."
"Not bad," Stacey said absentmindedly as she lay back on her bed. "Catchy."
Max changed the song, and another, faster beat came to life. "Hey, I like this - let's groove!"
"Wha- OOP!"
When he pulled her to her feet, she was shocked and confused, but it only took a few minutes for her to get caught up in the excitement. They spent equal time doing a kind of smashed-together conglomerate of ballroom and swing dancing, and shimmied and shook on their own. He couldn't stop laughing - when was the last time he really let loose and had fun like this? The school year had been a nightmare of homework and chores, and then there was all the pining he did after Roxanne...
As the song faded out, he put his hands on Stacey's shoulders and chuckled, "I think this Power-whoever might be onto something!"
"Might just!" she replied breathlessly.
He smiled, brushing a stray hair out of her face, and his hand lingered on her cheek. He had just enough time to register her hands creeping up to his shirt collar before she grabbed it hard and tugged his face down onto hers, kissing him deep and strong. Her tongue sought his out, drew it to her, embraced it. Then he pushed her away, stumbling backward into a bookshelf; he heard one come loose and land on the carpet.
"N-no, what?" he gasped. "B-but we just said... and how can you just plant one on me like that?!"
"Max," she said shakily, "that's the fourth time we've kissed today. The shock value should be wearing off."
"Why are you so... I dunno! God, what are we going to do?"
"I'm going to take a cold shower after all." Stacey picked up the towel once again, and he noticed her nipples were standing at attention, cheeks rosy. "Apparently, my hormones aren't listening to my better judgment. I know we, um, shouldn't be doing this stuff at all, but I... why does it have to feel so good?"
"Yeah." Max cleared his throat and turned the music down; he wasn't sure how to turn it off exactly. Stacey was rummaging in her closet for some clothes to change into. "I, uh... I wanted to sit down and figure out how we're going to deal with this, but maybe this isn't such a great time to do that."
"Yeah, you should go," she affirmed. "You know the way out, just, um... just throw the door lock before you pull it closed behind you. I gotta..."
And then she was sweeping from the room. He heard a door just outside her door slam. With a heavy sigh, Max slowly ambled toward the front door. What was going to happen next time he saw her? They'd resolved next to nothing, just that they still felt some base attraction but neither of them were interested in going steady or anything like that. And he was supposed to simply pretend nothing happened?
No way.
Pounding his fist into his palm, he turned on heel and marched right back to where he left Stacey, picked the most likely door that would house the bathroom, and pushed it open.
"EEEK!"
He closed his eyes on impulse, but when he let one open the barest amount, he saw she was already behind the shower curtain. "What, what?!"
"GOD, Max, you scared me!" she growled, and a bottle of shampoo bounced off the floor a few inches to his left. "What are you doing in here?! I'm naked!"
"Well, I-" And Max found he'd forgotten what he was supposed to talk about. She wasn't wearing anything on the other side of that plastic sheet? Then he shook his head out. "Stacey, I decided we can't leave things like this. Maybe it's a dangerous subject, but it won't be any less dangerous if we let it, y'know, fester."
"Good to know when you think of me words such as 'fester' spring to mind." Droplets of coolness were raining down upon her body, and he could just make out its shape through the curtain. "Dude, I... this makes me really nervous, what do you want from me right now?"
"To be honest, I want everything from you right now," he blurted. Frowning, he stared down into the sink, gripping it hard with his hands to keep from falling over. "That's the problem. I'd say right away it's just because we keep getting all horny around each other, but then... I do actually like you. But things are so messed up, they- WHY are we like this? Just because I saw some boobies on the silver screen? Or is there a bigger reason, like that feel-o-mone crap?"
"Pheromones," she whispered, just loud enough so he caught it.
"What if that's what it is? That we're just... into each other, even if we don't want to raise a family together or something? How are we ever supposed to coexist in the same county?"
"I don't KNOW," she repeated, moaning. "But this isn't... we're not... we can't do this to ourselves, okay? So you just go home, and I'll just take my damn shower, and we'll feel better."
"No!" His fist slammed into the marble countertop. "You're so HOT! And I can't up and make myself pretend I don't think so!"
"Then get in here and do something about it if you're so ready to face your problems head-on," she moaned again. Why was she moaning so much?
And then he noticed the shape of her was swaying to and fro an awful lot. He gulped; his cock was already straining to escape his pants. Too much had happened, been seen, been talked about. Every part of him was ready to be with Stacey - even if his brain wasn't really in on the action. It took him maybe fifteen seconds total to lose his socks, shoes, shorts and shirt, and another five to muster the courage to jerk aside the shower curtain.
"NO!" she exclaimed, slapping one arm over her chest and another farther south - not that they weren't already more or less in those positions. "N-no, Max, God, I was kidding! I didn't m-mean for you to really- shit."
The initial shock faded enough for her to get an eyeful of him, and she took her time drinking the cut of his modest muscles, the size and shape of him. Meanwhile, he was busy following her curves with his sight, the way her ample chest fought to spill out over her forearm. Not that she knew she was doing it, but the way her tongue ran along her lips only egged him on. "I'm coming in."
"Don't," she whispered vainly as he entered the shower. It was a fairly spacious one for a hall bathroom, and they both easily fit. "Please don't do this to me, I'm not ready! Not this far, no way! There's nothing t-to protect us from each other anymore!"
"Good."
"Dammit, you don't mean that!" she squealed. "This is the part where you realize this is all huge mistake, and you back off!"
"Sorry, but I can't," he sighed, reaching down and placing a hand on her soft, damp bun even as his stiffness ground into her protective wrist. "I don't know why we need this, but... we do. And since you were just playing around a few seconds ago, I know you agree."
She glanced away shamefully, and he felt vindicated; she HAD been manipulating herself while he stood just on the other side. "I am going to regret this day for as long as I live, aren't I?"
Again they kissed, and held nothing back; lips wrestling with each other, tongues touching, breathing heavily as Max pulled her in close, both of her arms trapped between them as she clung to what was left of modesty. His lips roved down her neck, and when he reached the top of one of her mounds her hand gave way, allowing him full view of her glorious peak.
"Are they...?"
"Yeah," he breathed, allowing his lips to brush over the pink, erect nipple; she shivered and he felt it, smiled when the hand that had been protecting her chest came to rest on his back. He suckled her just long enough to get to know the sensation, and then he was dawdling in her cleavage, then moving along to the other peak. Her moan grew louder, and he felt himself twitch; his other head enjoyed this.
He moved back, his hands gliding over her chest, indulging in her trim waist and rounded behind. The hand that wasn't still covering her organ slid onto the back of his neck and stayed there, and for some reason this gave him so much comfort that he felt emboldened, glad for what he was doing. He paused to put his hand gently against the side of her head, to return the feelings - and she picked up on it, flashed him a shaky smile as her eyes closed contentedly.
"Wait," she whispered. "I... maybe we shouldn't do this here."
"Why not? Here's as good a place as any... and I'm so ready for you!"
"Mmmhhh..." He kissed her neck gently, and she melted like butter, draping along him. "But we... Max, I'm n-not going to... I won't do this unprotected!"
"But we're so- OW!"
He slammed back into the wall, but her index finger and thumb remained on either side of his nipple, twisting hard. Though she was still very obviously aroused, there was a steely note behind her words he couldn't ignore. "No freaking way am I letting you talk me out of contraception, got it? Not THIS geek girl."
"Okay, okay!" he yelped. The mood was certainly wounded, but he was starting to believe nothing on Earth could actually kill it. "And I know you're right, it's smarter to be safe than not, just... sucks."
"I know," she giggled - then, catching herself, cleared her throat. "I mean, um. Sorry."
"Where are we gonna get condoms, though?" he sighed, tracing a finger along her abdomen; she shuddered, the hand clutching at her pubis digging in for dear life. "I sure as hell wasn't expecting to need any."
"Me either. Okay, okay... ew, this is gross, but I'm positive my parents would have some."
Max's nose wrinkled. "You're right - that is gross. But I'm game. You, uh... want to finish up in here first?"
Though he wouldn't have expected it to be the case, washing each other was quite the fun activity. The silliness of the idea helped to ratchet down the hormones in the air, and though he was just about ready to burst at that point, they did make it out of the tub and into two towels without any noteworthy setbacks. Frowning, he followed her into the master bedroom.
"You sure they're not going to be coming home within the next couple hours? 'Cause I can't think of ANYTHING more awkward."
"It's a certainty, Max. Not unless we set this house on fire. Even then, I doubt my father would hurry or anything." She crept toward the bed and began rifling through the drawers on the end table; Max stood back, admiring her somewhat-covered form and droplets running down her beautiful calves. "Nothing good in Dad's. That's weird, I'd expect to find them in there... how about Mom?"
"Get real," Max laughed. "If your dad doesn't have any, what makes you think Mommy would stock that kind of-"
"MOTHERLODE!"
Max joined her to find she was very right; there were dozens of them, most of them still folded up in long ribbons, a few loose, many varieties. There were also a few tiny plastic tubes of clear fluid. Then, as he was wondering whether or not he ever wanted to find out if a vanilla-flavored one would actually taste good, Stacey extracted from the corner an easily-recognizable implement, though he'd never actually seen one.
"Wait, that... well, it's a- but no way, your mom can't be the kind of lady who... who uses a..."
"Dis-GUST-ing!" Stacey spat nastily, dropping it onto the tabletop where it bounced like a toy ball - which caused it to begin buzzing without delay. Its slow vibrations started to carry it off the table, and Max grabbed it just before it was going to land on the floor. "Crap, what- NO, don't touch that, it's b-been in- in my MOM!"
"But I can't let it hit the floor!" he cried out, ignoring the way his arm was slowly going numb - and his stomach was doing flip-flops. "If it gets dirty, she'll know we found it! God, are these things supposed to be this squishy?"
Stacey snatched it from his hands, fiddled with it until it shut off and used no small amount of brute force to replace it within the drawer. "SHEEZ, who needs the condoms when finding your own matriarch's pleasure tools is plenty contraception all by itself?! Let's go..."
Though Stacey immediately strode from the room, Max took the time to scoop a few flat, square packets of various colors into his palm before he closed the drawer and double-checked to make sure it didn't look obvious that it had been opened. They both stopped to gather their clothes from the bathroom before retiring to her bedroom, where Stacey began to fume.
"Why does she even keep Dad around if all she needs is Mr. Jellyfinger?!" she began, stomping back and forth. Max took this opportunity to slip the condoms into his jeans pocket before he tossed them to the floor. "And a hundred different kinds of clothes to dress him up in?!"
"Calm down," Max snickered. "I mean, maybe your dad doesn't, uh... get the job done."
"I do NOT want to know about this!" Her fists were pounding into her temples as she continued to pace. "This is not happening, I cannot know about their sex life!"
"Don't sweat it so much," he tried again, more earnestly. "So she has an, um, toy. So what? She's old enough to be able to go get one if she wants it!"
"I know," she gusted dejectedly, plopping down on the bed. "And this isn't really anything new, that drawer is partly why I don't have my virginity, but... come on, does it have to be so freaking OBSCENE in there? I'm surprised there weren't blow-up dolls and whips and chains!"
"It was pretty..." Wait. "Stacey... did you just... say you're not a virgin?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, kind of."
"But how?!" he demanded. "We're not old enough for you to even HAVE a prior boyfriend, let alone one you, you- you did THAT with!"
Stacey smiled a quirky smile at him. "Sure I am. But it's... not what you think."
"Try me."
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