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Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know	By : aladdinabu Category: +1 through F > A Goofy Movie Views: 20138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know
by AladdinAbu
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PART III: Banana Split
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The bell rang. It was all Max could do to make himself get out of his seat, grab his things and blunder out into the hallway. His brain was in autopilot, and even that wasn't functioning correctly.
"OOF!"
"Sorry, so sorry, I didn't-" Horror struck. He'd rather have run into Lisa's ginormous jugs and earn himself a kick in the groin than actually bump into Stacey on a day like today, when he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the past. Unfortunately, fate decided he was the whipping boy of the week.
"Excuse me," she whispered, a kind smile playing at the corner of her eye depsite the frosty tone in her voice. She dodged left to go around him, but he dodged the same way, and this time she lost one of her books, papers in the back sliding out onto the floor. "UGH! Great."
"I'm really sorry," he continued, hastily grabbing them up as she did the same. "I'm a loser." Unfortunately, one of them was by her ankle, and he accidentally tripped her up when he reached for it; she went down hard on her backside.
"OOF! Dammit, Max, you ultraklutz!" When she looked up at him, frowning, their eyes locked, and she gulped. "Stop it, I- I can pick these up myself."
Max sat back and allowed her to do so. Too bad these days, he could see her beauty right through those thick lenses of hers, knew a shapely form lie in wait beneath her bohemian clothes. Unfortunately, he must have been completely transparent, because Stacey paused briefly to glare at him, and he averted his gaze. Once she'd replaced all the papers in the back of her book, they both stood, and he handed her the purse she'd left on the floor while she collected her other things. "Here you go."
She first said "Thanks" rather loudly, then leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Meet me in the out-of-order bathroom near the principal's office right after school."
And then she was gone. Hours seperated now from then. What did she want? Was he really supposed to keep holding on, waiting for the moment to come? He'd have to. Struggling through a daze, he made it to phys-ed, where he went through the motions, doing jumping jacks and running laps, playing half-hearted games of basketball. All the while, the previous summer vacation playing like a tape loop in his mind...
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Stacey really wasn't a virgin. Was she kidding him? Her laptop computer was still playing Powerline's R&B-inspired mainstream music from the corner, the upbeat refrains a sharp contrast to the heavy subject matter he and his friend were discussing. The girl's posture became slouchy, her cheeks even redder than when she was angry. Stacey stared down at the hem of her towel-cum-makeshift-dress as she said, "When we were little... oh, come on, do I have to talk about this?"
"Yeah, you do," Max goaded. "I'm curious, now."
"Fine. Back when I was a wee little girl, Roxanne and I were playing around in the living room. Well, we grabbed the wrong VHS tape that some IDIOT babysitter had left behind, and instead of watching a happy little vignette about Donald Duck, we... we discovered pornography."
"Whoa," he gusted. "I've barely ever seen any myself, and I've gone looking! What'd it look like?"
"Like people doing the nasty, you big dope," she shot at him, folding her arms. "Well, I mean, they were doing these things to each other that neither of us understood, graphic things, but we... well, our impressionable minds fixated on the things you could do with your body. Not so much finding willing partners or anything, just... 'something that big can really go in there?' That kind of discovery. We took some time to explore our bodies."
"So wait." Max rubbed his eyes, then went back to gaping at her. "You've seen your mom's thingy before now, and used it?"
Stacey grimaced. "No, THAT is so very new - ugh. What we did find was the long, thin balloons the silly people on TV were putting on bananas." She paused to flash him an embarrassed smile. "Which we did - on actual bananas. Well, they were baby plantains, I believe. Same theme, essentially. And... we did, in fact, use those on ourselves."
Max was speechless. How could they? "I... what? No way, you're pulling my leg."
"I'm not. We tried shoving them down our throats and sucking them like popsickles, which we were both pretty good at. Guess you found that out at the cinema." Max grinned at her absentmindedly, and she giggled. "We stroked them like the porno people, rubbed them against each other's chests - which wasn't that thrilling when you're both flat as pancakes, let me tell you. Unfortunately... I was the one to take the, uh, 'plunge' first. When Roxanne saw the blood, she stopped short, scared that I was really hurt. We didn't know what a hymen was or anything, we just thought I was doing it wrong, and since we didn't want to risk further injury we gave it up. Looking back, I do sometimes regret that I was the only one to lose her hymen that day... but on the other hand, I'm glad one of us got to keep it, at least."
There wasn't much Max could think of to say. "Wow, I... I'm sorry."
"What's the matter, loverboy?" Her hand traced along his arm. "Not interested now that you know I lost my 'seal of freshness'?"
"Don't be stupid," he laughed, smiling down at her gleaming, freshly-scrubbed face. "Just... guess I never did anything like that when I was a kid. Well, there was this neighbor girl who had some dollies, and when she wasn't looking I'd lift up their skirts..."
"Ooh, you sly devil, you."
"But that's as far as I went," he finished in a rush, already feeling his face growing hotter. "So I mean... please don't think this is all some kind of practiced routine for me. I'm really playing it by ear."
"Max..." Closing her eyes, she pressed her face into his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Most of this is new to me, too. The experimenting Roxanne and I did... that was eons ago, we didn't really understand it." She sighed again, and he shivered when her breath caressed over his skin. "But you'd rather be doing what we're doing with the girl who didn't lose her virginity to a starchy tropical fruit."
Max pushed her back at arm's length, staring into her face. "What are you talking about? Hey, you know I don't think any less of you for that, right? You have to understand that, it was kid stuff, irrelevant. The Stacey of today is unbelievably sexy."
As she stared into his eyes, her own sad and straining to trust him, Max pushed her backward onto the bed, where she gasped in surprise. He waited, and she didn't move, just breathed, trying to calm herself - but when he placed his hands on her thighs and lowered his head in that direction, her breathing only picked up speed. Eventually, he reached a point where her towel was barely covering her womanhood and she whispered, "Wait, don't."
"Why?"
"I'm..." When he glanced up, he saw her noise pointed toward the ceiling over her covered chest; she was still laying down, not looking at him. "You're not just going to look this time, are you?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
She said nothing else, and he used his hands to slowly ease her legs apart, which caused her breathing to reach a hyperventilating pitch. Her beautiful folds were open to him once more, and he paused to inhale deeply. It was still heady and pungent, and he wanted to take it all into his lungs. Unsure if this was really done between man and woman, he lowered his mouth and tasted her.
"Unnhh! N-no, you can't do that, it's sick!"
"Wasn't when you did it for me," he mumbled, mostly unaware that he'd even spoken. She was salty and tangy, and her skin gave willingly to his every prodding like the petals of a flower. He dipped his tongue into her and she moaned louder, legs opening wider on their own, though he kept his hands on them, almost as enchanted by the feeling of her thigh muscles tensing and relaxing as the taste and feel of her succulent organ. Her hands clutched at the sheets and her upper torso turned slightly as her mouth hung open, gasping for breath to cool her overheating body.
"Max... you're so... are you sure you've never..."
"Only with you," he sighed contentedly, running his tongue along the firm skin surrounding the pink slit now, amazed at the difference in sensation - yet similar reaction from Stacey. Her back arched, she alternately smiled and bit her lower lip. And when his lips wrapped around the tiny dot she had informed him was named "clitoris", she spasmed so wildly he had to back up to keep from being kicked in the head.
"NNnoooo, no no no!" she managed to get out, scooting backward away from him. "That's a little too much pleasure, my friend!"
"Can there be any such thing?" Max said with a snort.
"Not sure I can handle all that," she muttered as she rubbed the toes of one foot, staring determinedly away from him. "It felt worse than when I was pedaling down the river road."
Max crawled onto the bed next to her, gently pulling her towel away and tossing it over his shoulder; she flinched, but didn't try to stop him. "Do you mean 'worse', or 'better'? I'm pretty sure you enjoyed your bike ride, even if you didn't ask for it."
"Let me explore you," she whispered as he caressed her chest, her eyes fluttering. "I... I'm too nervous right now for you to keep going on me."
"Okay, I guess."
And suddenly his towel was gone, his legs were the ones being eased apart. It felt weird, but it was okay for him to do it to her, so he had no room to complain. Delicate hands roved over his already-swollen shaft, his warm sack - which made him shiver. He wasn't expecting to feel anything when she pressed into the flesh between these and his ass, but there was a taut muslce back there that appreciated this; it felt connected to his cock. His whole body twitched when she passed a finger over the tiny opening - and then he felt one ball being enveloped by her lips and he giggled stupidly, laying back and reveling in the sensation. But one of her hands squeezed his backside gently and he gasped, "Hey!"
"You like to do it to me," she cackled, face against his genitals, which he loved for some inexplicable reason. "And yours is really firm, must be all the biking you do."
"Actually, I'm thinking of taking up skateboarding," he sighed as she licked the tip of his lower head. "It's... it's hot."
"Hot, huh? Is this hot?"
He stared open-mouthed as she used both hands to press her creamy mounts onto his cock, sandwiching it. It was incredible - almost as good as what she could do with that throat! He lay back and let her keep it going, thrusting up for her, feeling the very end of himself bumping her chin once or twice before she corrected, allowing her tongue to graze it when he was deepest. It felt so good he had to have more.
"I want you," he grunted.
"Not yet," she whispered, sliding up along the bed - not atop him, just beside. This kiss was so fevered that they'd been doing it for a few seconds before Max even registered that's what was going on, hands running all over each other's bodies, legs entwining. The music had flowed seamlessly into a sultry slow number, more appropriate to the situation, as if it had known this was going to happen. He felt his member trapped between then, and Stacey pushed her body flush with his, sliding up and down to manipulate it, give it pleasure - which he loved, the skin on her stomach was so soft and inviting against him. He groped and pulled at one of her breasts roughly and she moaned, but did not break their kiss, only hastened it. A moment later, when Max's hand found its way south to her dripping cunt, she drew back and stared at him, eyes wide as saucers.
"You like this?"
"Mmm," she moaned, hands clutching at his back as he stroked purposefully; when he found the tiny clit again he gave it a gentle pinch, and she convulsed. "AAAH!"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeahhh," she breathed as the leg not trapped under him moved upward, her knee coming to rest on his ribcage. She was giving him easier access; did that mean she wanted him to do more? When he rubbed two fingers in opposing directions, she bit his shoulder, and he found he didn't mind this in the least. He slipped the tip of his index finger just beyond the outer walls, and she spasmed, moaning loudly as she called his name. This was even better for her than for him. His member throbbed against her stomach from the knowledge that his actions were working out so well.
"I'm going deeper," he whispered. When she only nodded, he did so, pushing the single finger farther in, searching around with it. Inside, she was slick and wet, and her skin resisted his touch more than the outer lips had. Stacey's moans were becoming more frequent and less reserved, as loud as when she was on the bicycle. The feeling of the bump of her flesh under his palm was so beautiful. Finally he had gone as far in as he dared, and he wiggled the digit back and forth, coaxing more sounds from his lover. He could actually feel her toes digging into his hip as she tried to brace herself somehow, but it was useless - this was too much. She was slowly falling away from control.
"Max, it's so good," she managed to grunt, squeezing him to her. "S-so good! Do it, do it hard!"
Max chuckled. "You like this?" When she didn't respond, he slipped that finger out and slipped another one in. "How about that?"
"Nnnhh...."
She responded to this slight change in all new ways, arching her back more, tongue lolling out as she strove to compensate for his invasion of her body. Slowly, he began to notice she was pushing herself onto his hand, impaling her own cunt onto him willingly. It was beautiful and terrible, so magnificent he couldn't put words to it. Realizing his index finger was still coated from her enticing nectar, he stretched his hand out and reached back, finding her other opening.
"No, Max!" she gasped out, voice almost too weak to be convincing. "Not th- not there, I can't, that's wrong!"
He didn't respond, just simply continued to push slightly into her anus as he fingered her, brushing deep spots within her, feeling her pulsate. Her legs tensed and she convulsed as he managed to get the very tip of his finger past her rear defenses, and her fingertips dug hard into his muscles, a growl mingling with the moans in the back of her throat.
"Don't you want me inside you?"
"Too m-much stimulus," she panted, tears playing at the corners of her eyes. "In b-both."
Inspiration struck him. "Then let me put something else in you. Stacey, I-"
Out of nowhere, Stacey was springing from the bed. "No... we can't, not like this, I have to go back to my mom's room, get s-some of those... I-"
"Check my pants pockets."
She bent to do just that automatically; Max admired her form while she did so, drinking in the soft curve of her hips as they met her ample behind. The trickle of wetness running down her inner thigh made his stones ache for her. It really was a lucky thing he had grabbed a supply before they left - they had to do it, and it had to be now.
Working together, they managed to get the condom on in a minute or two, laughing at their failed attempts in the process. Neither of them had enough experience to make it a flawless transition. Then, when he was successfully shrinkwrapped, he rolled her onto her back and kneeled, staring down into her eyes.
"Quick," she whispered meekly. "Don't draw it out, I... want to be in this moment now."
"Let me know if it starts to hurt," he said, unable to keep the slight quiver out of his voice. Then he was slowly pushing himself in, watching her lips stretch out to accomodate his girth.
"AAAAH!" she screamed. "Max, you're huge, y-you- NNNNhh!"
She had thrown her head all the way back, fully possessed by the passions. Max grabbed for her knees and thrusted into her again, and she took it, letting out a fresh yelp - so he did it again. And again. She was so warm and slick around him! He'd been expecting the condom to rob him of all sensation, but it couldn't keep out the heat, the flex of her inner muscles - or the feeling of her skin on his everywhere else, on his hips, under his hands. As they found their rhythm, Max began to enjoy watching the way her breasts jiggled; he wanted to lean in and suck on them, but with his low level of experience in such matters he knew he'd end up falling off the bed for trying.
Finally, he could stand it no longer; he threw himself on top of her as he continued thrusting, mouth hungrily searching hers out, and they did kiss deeply, tongues attacking viciously, lips trying to create a vaccuum. Slowly, carefully, he kissed down her neck and she leaned back again, moaning and panting and calling out to the heavens. He was able to bend just right as to be able to continue pounding into her as he suckled her teet, rolling the nipple around inside his mouth, pressing into the flesh with his lips. Her hands moved from his back to his hair, forcing him to stay like that; she must have enjoyed this, as well.
"Max, you're so hot!" Her legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned again. "Fuck me harder - fuck me from behind!"
"Hnnuhh?" He was still lapping up her soft peak.
"Doggy-style," she panted. "Can we... try it? I want to... feel your form melted on top of mine!" When he pulled out of her obediently, she shook violently and screamed, and when he raised his eyebrows she laughed. "I, uh... I kinda came."
"Really?" he asked exhaustedly, fondling himself as he stared down at her gorgeous body. "You, uh... want a minute to recover?"
"Hell no!" she shot right back. As she painfully forced herself to roll over, she told him, "I can... come again. If you're efficient."
He scooted forward into position. This was how he'd been admiring her when she was getting the condoms - when she was on the bike. Both of her beautiful holes were glistening with her juices, and he could see her little red clitoris poking straight out, ready to be touched. He touched - and she twitched all over, looking over her shoulder at him reproachfully. Smiling, he sat up higher... and in he went.
"OOOH!" she bellowed. "Oh my God, that's- do you feel that?!"
Max did, indeed. Somehow, even though facing the other way had been good, this was just as awesome - in a new way. Same hole, same shaft, but put in upside-down, it was a completely different experience. Her moans were a higher pitch, her behind swaying and pumping, eager to satisfy both him and herself. It wouldn't take him long to finish up this way; she was too good. He was going to be done before he started. How long could he really hope to hold out when she felt so damn amazing?
Something poked the base of his cock. When he pulled halfway out and leaned back to look between their legs, he saw one of Stacey's fingers poking up from under her body, fondling her clit madly, barely able to control her actions. As he resumed thudding against her backside, he noticed her moans were even louder than before, frantic, unhinged. They were ambrosia.
"I'm... I'm almost there again," she squealed, head pushing straight down into her pillow. "Omigod, Max... Max Goof, here, on my bed, fucking me... it's so hot! It's so dirty, so beautifully dirty!"
He had to agree, shagging with Stacey was something he never thought he'd do - and therefore, it was somehow even more enticing, more wrong and erotic because of it. Then he looked down at her puckered little anus. She'd warned him to stay out of it, told him it was too much. But compared to what both of them had wanted when this date began, EVERYTHING was too much. His own tongue hanging out, chest heaving as his nuts began to tingle, he smeared one thumb with her juices and pushed it to the tiny starfish again.
"NnnN!" she yelped. "I told you not t-to, Max, come on!"
"But I want it," he said - and found he was now moaning, as well. "And I know you do, too!"
"Stay out of thAAhHHHH!" The following series of moans were frantic and strained, and from the side he could see her jaw hanging wide open, eyes round and unseeing. Thigh muscles twitched, straining to keep her aloft. He felt around inside her dark opening with the thumb, delighting in how different it was - squishier, tighter, with a more featured surface than the smooth interior of the cunt. His cock would probably fit in there, given enough time to stretch her out, but he knew he wouldn't last through the process. The way her panting briefly slowed, the absence of moans, made him wonder if she had released yet again... but a moment later she was moaning, nearly at the force she had been before he'd invaded her exhaust hatch.
"Stacey, are you... okay?" he groaned.
"If you... make me come one more time..." She cast a look of mingled shame, rage and awe over her shoulder. "That will make four in one day. Are you going to set the record that high, lover?"
Her calling him "lover" felt almost like a challenge, but it also caused his cock to pulse, his heart to thump dangerously. He laughed briefly, then began anew with a mighty thrust that sent her from elbows to face. She yelped in shock, then went back to intoning the sounds of pleasure he was beginning to enjoy almost as much as the actions that produced them. His own climax was very near - and as he built to it, thrusting faster, he took the thumb that was still inside her secondary hole and started pushing in and out slightly.
"AAAAH!" Her shrieks mingled with cries of delight. "Get out of my ass, Max, I- OOH, it's so big! All my holes, s-so BIG!"
Even though he wanted to tell her how much he cared for her, for some reason when he opened his mouth, out came, "You like it in the ass."
"No," she whimpered. "Take it out, p-please!"
"Tell me how much you like it!"
As they both moaned louder and louder, full to bursting, she pushed up enough to look over her shoulder and whispered something. Then he pushed at her already-occupied back door with his other thumb slightly, putting strain on the already-strained darker skin, and she repeated herself in a desperate sob. "I love it when you fuck my ass."
Max loosed his seed immediately and hard, the unused digits of his hands clamping down on her soft rump and holding on for dear life. As he did so, he saw and heard her do the same, felt her vibrating against him, saw her head and back whip and convulse. That scream, he was fairly sure the neighbors could hear, even if they never figured out what it was. But he would know: it was Stacey becoming a woman.
She started moaning again when he began sliding the thumb out of her ass, but the moment it left she clammed up, sighing and panting and trying to slow her heart rate. But when he tried to remove himself, as well, she whispered, "No, don't go."
"What? Why not?"
"Stay inside me for a while," she breathed. "Be with me for a while."
They rolled onto their sides, his mostly-hard self trapped within her walls of flesh. He knew he loved the feel of her, the smell of her. It was right, somehow... how could he have not known human beings fit together like this, how whole and complete they became?
"You... still want to be with Roxanne, don't you?"
Max couldn't speak. He wouldn't even dare to think about something like that at the moment; he was taking too much in, learning more than he could keep up with. But Stacey continued for him. "It's okay, Max. I... have you like this. Even if it's only today."
"Stacey-"
"I'll do what I can to help you get her," she whispered, stroking along his arm contentedly. "Without giving either of us away, of course, you understand. But don't beat yourself up about today, I mean... It's not like I can't appreciate working toward your goals, no matter what alternate paths present themselves along the way. Eye on the prize."
Max cleared his throat. "What if one of those other paths becomes... more and more appealing with every passing second?"
"It's still not what you want, though, is it?" When he couldn't answer, she sighed. "Don't pretend solely for my sake. I know you've got a pretty narrow focus in this department."
"Then what is this?" he replied quietly, nuzzling into her neck. "Just a... a joke? Because I'm not laughing."
"It's whatever you want to call it. I don't mind."
"But that makes it sound like you're nothing but-"
"I SAID I don't mind," she told him firmly. "But I don't want to hear, okay? I'm sure you can infer why."
It was bonkers, but it sounded to him like Stacey was giving him the freedom to simply walk away, no strings attached. Did he really, truly want to take her up on it? A part of him knew he still carried an Olympic-style torch for Roxanne, and always would. But here, right up against him, was this amazing girl he'd overlooked all his life, right there, waiting for him to snatch her, take her for his own.
And that's when he decided.
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They stayed huddled together in silence for almost half an hour, enjoying the shared body heat and closeness. Then, painfully, they tore themselves away from each other, took a second shower (it was very necessary at that point to minimize telling scents on their bodies), dressed, and stood just inside her front door.
"Wait," he blurted suddenly, watching her hand stop inches from the doorknob. "I can't just go home like this."
"Don't worry, your fly is zipped up," she giggled. Now her glasses were back; unlike the first time she showered, she'd taken the contacts out when she got in and had been too lazy to reinsert after. "Dad usually gets back in about fifteen minutes, twenty if he stops to pick up some fast food, so you can't-"
"Are we making a mistake?" Swallowing hard, he reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, causing her to blink rapidly up at him. "Maybe we should, I dunno... run away together, elope! Start a family, start a life togeth-"
"Don't be a moron," she snorted. "Neither of us even have a high school education. We'd be flipping burgers for the rest of our lives. That sound like the American dream to you, Cletus?"
"Not... exactly," he admitted.
"Besides, you still like Roxanne, don't you?" She leaned in slightly. "Don't you?" When he nodded, she sighed. "I know, we have something, but it's going to have to be something we can never pursue. A memory to keep us warm on the colder nights."
"If you say so. Still, I... is it normal for us to be so chill about this? We just did something out of this world, and now we're going to shelve it next to building tree-forts and playing with dollies! I'm going crazy, here, I'm not sure I can-"
Her pillowy lips dissipated his speech, blew the words right back into his head and made them vanish as she kissed him hard, expertly. It was over all too soon, and she was smiling up at him, a cocky, knowledgable smile. "Don't work yourself up so much. It's only sex."
Then he was kissing her right back, with more gusto than he'd ever whipped up in his life, and she was moaning into him, yelping in surprise through his mouth as her hands clutched at his upper arms. As he let go and backed toward her door, he said, "Only sex, huh? Yeah, okay. But we both know it was more."
And then he was outside, getting on his bike, and he glanced back at her - and she was waving from the doorway. He was glad no neighbors were outside at the moment, because any imbecile could tell from the way that she was leaning against the jamb, from her wistful, bittersweet smile, that they had shared something so intimate. He returned the wave, forcing himself not to run right back into her house and instead pedal away. It wouldn't be wise for him to return, so he promised himself he wouldn't - and he kept that promise.
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The bell rang. Max went straight to his locker and got his bag, placing his books and things inside. It was too much to think about - what did she want from him? What was going to happen when he got there? Something crazy, something risque - or were they going to have some final confrontation? What if she wanted to tell him to back off? Or, worse yet... Roxanne had figured it out? That would be an unbelievable disaster.
"Hey, man, I think we should send another vessel up to bring Starship Maximus back to Earth," PJ laughed.
"Lost cause," Bobby argued from the other side. "Our buddy the Goofster is on one righteous ride through the cosmos."
"Ahh, cut it out, you guys."
"You comin' out for pizza?" PJ said. "My dad FINALLY gave me my allowance - two weeks late - so I'll treat."
"No," he said vaguely as he shut his locker door. Then he hitched an unconcerned smile into place and continued, "I mean, uh, I gotta ask Mr. Pendergrass about something. I'll catch up with you guys later, though."
"We're losin' him, Doc," Bobby guffawed as he ran off. "Pull the plug already!"
It took him all of five minutes to get to the taped-off men's room near Principal Mazur's office; another two for him to wait until nobody was watching so he could slip under the tape and through the door. Someone had done the cherry bomb thing in one of the toilets, and the morning announcements informed the student body that it would be a few more days before they had it repaired. He crossed the empty room and placed his hands on the sink, staring at his reflection. Was he still doing the right thing, anyway? Roxanne was the unattainable goal; she was always nice to him, but he froze up whenever he tried to be nice back. He was probably kidding himself. Even with Stacey on his side, there was no way he'd ever be able to get her attention. Maybe that's why Stacey wanted to meet with him: to get him to give up the fight.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
He spun around, and Stacey was smiling at him in a serene, pleasant way - though there was a rouge to her cheeks that she didn't normally have. She was as nervous about this meeting as he was. "Uhh, hi, uh.... hi."
"That's all you've got?" she scoffed, setting her purse down on the counter as she raised her eyeglasses to look at the beginnings of dark bags under her eyes; he guessed she'd been studying extra hard or something. "An entire year goes by, and you come up with 'hi'?"
"What do you want instead? 'Good evening, Mizz. Let us retire to the Bentley and drink congac in my private hot tub.'"
"I like the sound of that a lot better," she snickered, turning to look at him as she leaned her hip into the counter's edge. "Especially the last part."
He laughed with her, hands slipping into his pockets. Then he shook his head. "Sorry. So, what's the story?"
"You tell me. All day, you keep shooting me these weird looks - weirder than usual," she qualified. "Just... wondered what was wrong."
He bit his lip for a minute. Did he dare revisit this? On most days, it was almost easy to forget everything they had gone through last Summer. "Stacey... I keep wondering if we made the right choice."
"I know. 'Excalibur' sucked."
"Don't be dumb," he snapped. "You know what I mean. And... I can never feel sure."
"We did," she assured him, arms crossed over her chest. Today, she was dressed in the usual hippie garb: long, flowy brown dress with a paisley pattern, heavy-knit button-down white sweater, sensible brown shoes with giant buckles on top. And were those love beads around her neck? "God help us, I know we made the right choice. The better choice would have been for me to keep my hands to myself."
"I'm just... not-"
"Why did you choose her, then?" she snapped, cheeks beginning to gain a more pinkish tinge. "If you're only going to waffle now, Mr. Wishy-Washy. With so many doubts, why did you choose to let me go? And don't just say 'because of Roxanne', I'm not stupid enough to think that was the whole reason."
He sighed deeply, and he wrestled with it. If he told her, it would ruin it. But she was waiting for him to say something, and she had more or less figured out he had something to say. There wasn't much point in holding out on her. "Because I knew I couldn't keep you."
That bowled her over. She blinked rapidly, and whispered, "What?"
"You're so much bigger of a person than I am," he muttered, no longer able to look at her: he focused on the toilet across from him, the ruined shards of it on the floor. "As much as Roxanne was a good cover for it - because I still dig her as much as I did then - you... you're amazing. Me trying to trap you, hold you down to one place, would be like catching a butterfly, or picking a rose. Once you try to own it, you're gonna kill it... no matter how hard you try to take care of it."
"Wow," she said in a low tone. "So I'm property now, huh? That's enthralling."
"Can you honestly say being with me wouldn't have dragged you down? Your studies, your... extracurriculars, whatever. I'm a normal guy, and you are like, some kind of super genius wonder-student. You either need to be alone, or find somebody who can keep up with you."
"This is bullshit," she told him flatly. "What makes you think I'm going to believe this line?"
"Because I KNOW it's true!" he shouted, at last turning back to her. "I could feel it with you lying next to me! All it would take was me coming over more often, calling you up, and we'd be melting all over the place! Your grades would slip down to a normal person's, and I would probably flunk right out of school entirely! You said it yourself, what kind of future is that? I... I don't really fully understand it, but somehow I just know it's the reality. Us together, it... would be the most beautiful way we could ever ruin each other's lives."
Her lip quivered slightly, but otherwise she remained calm. "And you're sure that's the only reason you never asked me out on a second date?"
"Why? Would you have said 'yes'?"
"Probably."
He blinked at her. "No way. Don't be a jerk like that, come on, no you wouldn't."
"I would have," she assured him, nodding vigorously. "I mean... well, we both kind of gave each other pretty much every good reason to avoid each other like the plague. Sex changes relationships. To be honest, it would have been kind of cool to start hanging out together as friends, but it's so unlikely to work, so why risk relapsing?" Her voice started to sound choked. "One passionate afternoon was bad enough. If we'd ever had a second, I... don't think I could have made a clean break like we did. Even knowing that, if you'd asked, I'd have accepted in a heartbeat. So yeah, you're right; you do kind of weaken me. Because all it would have taken was you staring into my eyes and smiling, and I'd have been all over you."
"I do think about it," he said softly, beginning to feel the slightest bit sweaty. "Some nights. It's... always there in my dreams, too."
"You think you're the only one?" she laughed half-heartedly. "Do you have any idea what it's like to find yourself addicted to ass-turbation because of a one-night stand?"
His head whipped around. "You WHAT?!"
"I... can't help it," she said, blushing very visibly now. "That one thumb was all it took. Now, whenever I'm - ahem - enjoying a private moment, I have to put something in there. It's really difficult to climax with an empty rectum."
"Hmm," he said - but he could feel something stirring. They were about to backslide if he wasn't careful. "Sorry, that's, um, really my fault, you didn't want me to. I apologize."
"You should. I... I went out and bought toys because of you."
"Toys?"
Suddenly, she was opening her bag. What was this?! He felt his cock twitch as she dug out another small bag, a velvet clutch. She snapped that open, and withdrew a small black thing, and a longer white implement.
"This is my backup plug," she sighed wetly, holding up the black one. "I... have another purple one, and it vibrates."
"Really?" The clutch looked pretty empty to him. "Uh... and that one's at home?" She shook her head. "Oh. So..."
An oddly sinister smile. "I'll give you three guesses."
"No way!" he exclaimed, eyes moving to her nether regions. "But... how are you keeping it in?!"
"It is a butt-PLUG," she explained, casting aside the sweater. "It stays in on its own, that's its primary function."
"So wait, you... you can't be trying to tell me you actually walk around school like that?"
Stacey's hands were playing at her hips, her breath coming in gasps. "Not usually. Not even all of today - just this final period of class. I didn't turn it on until I got in here, either."
"Then you came in here expecting something to happen," he accused her as he felt his pants pulling tight in the front; all of this was more than enough to give him a full erection. "That's what this was about all along. Why all the questions and stuff?"
"Hey, if things had gone differently, I would have just waited until you left," she sighed, hiking up her dress. He had a brief flash of her panty-clad pelvis before she whisked the panties off, allowing the dress to cover her again as she did so. "No harm, no foul... but now, one way or the other, I... I have to come, Max. I have to!"
"This is wrong," he whispered as she stroked his crotch through the jeans. "Not again, not - and we're in the school! They'll kill us if they find us here!"
"Do you have any more condoms?" she whispered hotly. "I know you took more than one, I remember."
"Yeah," he panted as her hands clawed down his chest, giving the fabric of his shirt a run for its money. "H-here."
He kept one in his wallet, now. Of course, he'd heard lots of guys did that, but now that he'd been in that situation once with Stacey, he knew he couldn't just outright dismiss the possibility that he'd suddenly find himself about to boink some girl on the spur of the moment. She ripped it open, slid it right onto him - he didn't even realize she'd opened his pants. As she stared at him, he gasped, "Are you sure w-we-"
"No," she gasped, squeezing it hard. "But I... this thing has been up my ass for like, hours - and it's been vibrating for the last few minutes of that! I'm way past the point of no return! I'd fuck that faucet if you left, and I'm not kidding!"
With strength he didn't know she possessed, she hoisted him up and sat him down on the counter, then leapt on top of him, legs spread. She hesitated for the barest moment, lip shaking mightily as she stared down at him, so apologetic.... then she began to sit.
The first thing he felt was the vibrating plug; it was firmly in her ass, that was for certain. It felt pretty good against the tip of his cock. Grinning, he hiked up her dress and craned his neck down to try for a good look at it, but she kissed him - and he kissed back, aching for the touch he'd all but forgotten, burning to be reuinted with his summer fling. He felt her guiding his cock up and into her, heard her muffled moan as she took him all the way... and was amazed at the feeling.
"That's... that's unbelievable!" he panted. "I c-can feel it vibrating against me, r-right in there!"
"AAAAHH!" He started pounding into her, but she was winding down already. "Holy mackerel, I did it, I came just like that!"
"What?!"
"Play with it!" she whispered. "Play with the plug while you fuck me!"
His head was swimming so badly that he'd have done whatever she asked, up to and including lighting himself on fire. Kissing deeply again, he slid his hand back along her creamy thigh until he found the back of her, and smiled around her lips when his fingers met the flat back of the tiny device. The electric tingle it sent up his arm was nothing compared to what his cock felt, and he could only guess at what she was feeling. Carefully, he pushed in just a little.
"NNnnnAHHH!" she cried out, upper lip curling as she pulled back from him, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "That's it, Max! More - move it around, teach my ass!"
Everything was pulsing in time with her plug as he used a finger to move it from side to side, thrusting up into her other hole with full force. This wasn't easy to do, and his arm started to ache from the atypcial position he had to maintain, but it all felt well worth it. Seconds later, he felt himself approaching climax, and could tell by the noises escacping Stacey's throat that she was close, as well.
"Come in my ass!"
"What?!" Max gasped, pulling back to gape up at his partner. "Are you freaking serious?! No way, I- we've never even tried-"
"It's all I've been able to dream about!" she moaned frantically, tears rolling down her cheeks even as she writhed in pleasure. "Every night I fantasize about you, and I regret th-that we never had another night together, be- because I-" She hiccuped a little as she reached back and pulled out her own plug, muffling her screams in his shoulder. "Because I wanna feel your excuisite cock inside my ass! I can't stop thinking about it, I want it so bad!"
He gaped as she tossed the purple monstrosity casually into the sink. Not that it was really so large, but it was certainly larger than anything he'd been expecting her to be able to handle - including the other plug. Next to this, the black one was the training wheels version.
"Stacey," he breathed as she reached over and took the white dildo from her clutch - which was about the same size as he was. "I... I don't think we should be- I think this could really hurt you! Are you absolutely sure y-"
"Shut up, Max," she ordered as she switched on the vibrator and moved it into position. "This goes in here..." And it did, easily, and she swayed visibly from its fresh ministrations. "And you go... back there. And I hate myself more than you'll ever know, but please, Max, let me have this! I need it!"
He gulped. This was way more pressure than he'd felt ever before - even more than the first time she'd started touching him in the movie theater. Not only were they about to do it in a school bathroom, risking expulsion, but it was anal sex. He didn't know enough about it other than that some people did it, so he had no idea if it worked the same way, if it was safe. But his cock throbbed when she brushed it with her hesitant behind, her eyes gave him a look as if she wanted to devour him. Reaching down, refusing to do this without being as careful as possible, he felt for the tiny slick hole.
"Nnnnhh," she breathed. "Oh yeah, do that for me!"
Wasting no time, he shoved two fingers in side by side - and Stacey's eyes popped as she took it, gyrating on him. One hand held onto the wall for support while the other held her love rocket in place. He took this opportunity to place his other hand on her backside as well, holding it up so he could more easily widen her ass. Not that he had to try very hard; the plug had widened her enough that all it took was a quick refresher and it irised open enough to admit anything he had to offer.
"Now, Max," she moaned into his ear, biting it briefly; he shivered. "Fuck it now! Sodomize me!"
He let her cheek go to grab his cock, and she swayed briefly, but then she had balanced. Smiling up at her, he glided his member along and around her sopping wet folds, lubing it up as much as possible, then positioned it at her back entrance. Quickly enough to make sure it wouldn't close, he replaced his two fingers with the head.
"Oh, that's it, isn't it?!" she gasped out. "That's your cock! It's- it's in my ass! Yeah!"
His pant was almost a laugh as he reached back with the now-free hand and held her rump firmly; he had a feeling she might not be able to maintain balance in a moment. Then, still holding onto the base of his cock, he slowly worked it upward.
"UUUHHNNH!" she cried out, and Max began to feel scared. She was whimpering a little. "Ow, it- OHHH! Oh my God, I came again, th-that's amazing!"
"You're sure?" he grunted frantically as she slipped yet lower along him. "Because it kind of sounds like I'm killing you!"
"I- I don't know if I can take it any farther," she sobbed against his face, lips weakly suckling at his as if she wanted to kiss him but couldn't spare the energy to do so. "It's so huge, I- I never tried the dildo in there!"
"Take off your dress."
Max knew he didn't have the right to ask her for that; he should be telling her he was going to stop and that she should be ashamed for asking for something this horrifyingly dangerous. Instead, the hunger that drove him reached out and took what it wanted, as it did last time. "Max, I- what if someone- if they walk in, they'll see-"
"They'll see us fucking anyway," he whispered with a cold smile. "The only people left in this school by now are the janitor and the faculty - and the women's room is between us and the offices. We're as safe as we're going to be, doing something this degrading. Take it off, I want to see you."
Her moans louder now, she reached down, cast him a would-be ashamed look that instead reeked of lust, and then pulled the dress up and over her head in one swift motion. Max looked at her perky, malleable breasts, down her trim-but-healthy waist... and stared openly at the way two huge instruments of pleasure were pounding away at her sacred openings.
"D-don't look at that," she said softly. "It makes me look like a slut."
"You are," he told her, forcing himself just a fraction of an inch further inside her ass; he was now well over halfway in, but he was hanging back out a bit, waiting for her to be ready. "You're MY slut."
"I'm not," she whined, crying freely. "I'm just... it just feels too good, and- and I don't know what else I'm supposed to do about it!"
"You're a nymphomaniac," he lied - or was he lying for her benefit? At this point, it seemed awfully true. "You pretend to find all this stuff blase and disgusting, but in truth... it's all you really care about. Getting fucked."
"Stop."
"And you're lying again," he said softly. "You don't want me to stop... you want more. And I can give you more."
"N-no, don't, I c-can't take AAAIIIHHH!!!"
That scream held some true pain within it as he rammed right up into her as far as he could go. He held very still, searching her face, and he could see that she was shocked at how much more there was, how filled she was. It was so tight in there, he couldn't believe this was working! Both her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to make herself breathe.
"It's... it burns..."
"You ready?"
"No, hang on..." She took a few deep breaths, then smiled apologetically at him. "Sorry, I... know I asked you t-to do this."
"It feels great," he assured her. "Your cunt is vibrating against my cock while it's up your back alley."
"Hnnh," she moaned, again turned on, back to being aroused rather than alarmed. "Do it. Rip my ass open, Max. Do it!"
Still smiling up at her, he felt down toward her anus, testing the skin pulled taut around his meat. When he pressed into it just a little, it gave - but barely. Stacey's strangled, fearful cry made him stop - but it was enough to tell him she had adapted to his size. If she wasn't ready for it now...
"UnnNNNGH!" she loosed, her thighs literally shaking as he pulled out. "Whoa, whoa, YAAAAHHH, stop that, fuck, AIGH!"
Max ignored her as he pushed back in - or showed every outward sign that he wasn't paying attention. In reality, he was enjoying watching her body language and comparing it to her words of protest. As he drilled into her ass repeatedly, he watched sweat rolling down her chest, smelled her perfume and natural scent mingling with the offensive odors coming from where they were joined together. Both of his hands were now clutching hard at her plump posterior, driving her straight down onto him, reaming her. And she relished it.
"I'm coming!" she shouted, dropping the hand that had been gripping her vibrator to his shoulder: a slight alteration in trajectory and his stomach was holding it in for them. "This is... it's the big one! Fucking geez, it's never been like this!"
"You want me to come, too?" he grunted, unable to keep playing the dirty boy any longer; his true feelings were showing. "R-right into your rectum, as you requested?"
"YEAH!" she shouted, moaning and writhing and flailing so wildly that he was afraid they were both bound for the floor. "I want it filled with you, Max!"
That was more or less all it took. Pounding into her fragile little oriface faster than he thought was wise, he felt pressure building inside him as Stacey screamed through her teeth. Everything was soft and hard, slick and wet, alive and glowing with pleasure. Max dug in hard and lost himself in the sensations, and seconds later, he was firing up into her cavity.
"NNNHHHHH!!"
That sound assured him that his feelings were shared. Apparently, Stacey could tell he had come just from his cock's rhythmic pulsing, and she did, also, entire body stiffening for a moment as she howled, then shaking violently. As he finished coming, he held her close to him, making sure she felt as much as possible as she experienced little aftershocks. He kissed her mouth, but she couldn't kiss back.
"Thank you," she wheezed, teardrops landing on his face. "Thank you, Max... it's so good... it's so good..."
She came twice more - smaller orgasms, brief and less intense. Then, as Max's erection slowly melted away, he slid it gently out of her backside, and she made wounded noises as he did so. Once it was out, she hurriedly yanked the other thing out of her vagina and let it join the purple one, breathing a sigh of genuine relief.
Minutes ticked by, and Max just held her, stroking over her back and hair. It happened again. They said they wouldn't, said they'd put it in the past and she'd help him pursue his one true love. But if this kept happening, was Roxanne REALLY the one he was meant to be with? Or were the fates conspiring to link him to another?
"We gotta go," she whispered, sliding unsteadily off the counter. She swayed ominously, then took off her glasses to wipe her forehead. "Somebody... what if they lock the doors at night? And our parents-"
"Yeah, I get it," he said gruffly as he joined her on the floor. "Oh God, look at that..."
His semi-hard length was covered in filth. Stacey wrinkled her nose, then chuckled. "Well, I uh, guess now you've got a banana split, don't you?"
"That's awful," he admonished as he carefuly peeled the condom off. Now the cum was on the outside, but he preferred that. "In fact, I think that's the worst joke I've ever heard. What should I do with it?"
"Wrap it in a paper towel," she said with a shrug; he did so. "They'll never notice it that way. Hopefully."
Luckily, the water to that bathroom hadn't been turned off yet, so they were able to wash up to some degree in the sinks. Max spent most of the time stealing looks at her body; it was radiant. Would he ever have an opportunity to see her like this again, or would this truly be the last time? Stacey was very careful about cleansing her toys and drying them off, then placed all three in her clutch.
"So are you going to start wearing that plug to school every day?" he asked as he took his shirt off, flapping it in the air to dry out some of the sweat.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," she teased. Her panties were already on, and she was presently replacing her dress. "After you, it won't feel quite big enough."
"Stacey, geez!"
"I'm kidding," she laughed, swatting him on the arm. "I'm not that perverted, you know. Just a low-level slut."
"You're not a slut," he admonished as he finished pulling the shirt over his head. Then, more sober, he leaned forward and placed a hand on her upper arm, caressing the skin. "You're not, you know. Forget what I said while we were doing it, that just sounds good in the moment. You're one of the coolest girls I know, with or without... this."
Her eyebrow went up. "What if I told you I was making it with the whole hockey team?"
"THAT might make you kind of a slut. Otherwise... you're just Stacey."
The brave face she had been erecting slid right off, and she sobbed into his chest, clutching at the neckline. "Max... I've felt so dirty this past year, every time I think about what we... how it just happened, and neither of us fought it, and w-we barely know each other!"
"I'd say we know each other pretty damn well by now," he interjected.
"No matter how I try to rationalize it, tell myself it was a summer fling and that all kids have them... we still go to the same school, still live in the same town. That really does make it a one-night stand. And I never figured I'd be the kind of girl to do that, you know? I expected myself to wait for marriage, to find a suitable anthropologist or a bio-chem major, settle down and maybe - MAYBE have a single child once my career was stable. What am I doing, running around in bathrooms and movie theaters?!"
"You can still do all that," Max said, gently patting her back again. He couldn't tell her how much he was enjoying her closeness; it would only sound weird. "You just won't be a virgin when you do. Hell, you weren't anyway, so nothing's changed, right? Nothing's wrong with you, nothing at all. You are still on track."
"And that makes you just a bump in the road, I guess." She looked up at him, eyes narrowed behind her glasses. "It's just... yeah, I know it's reality. I know you and I, we don't make any sense, and we wouldn't make any more sense if we gave it a legitimate try. But this undefinable 'it' we have together is so incredible! How can we up and let it go?"
"The same way we did last time," he laughed. "Cold turkey."
One more last kiss was all they could share. It was beautiful and terrible, but they needed it. Max breathed her in, memorized every single aspect of the moment; savored it to look back on. He was already dressed and ready to go, so once they had released, he began walking toward the door. They couldn't leave at the same time, or someone would notice. Once he reached it, he heard her whisper, "Max?"
He didn't want to see the tears in her eyes, or the way her lip quivered - because they both knew this was really it this time. If they shot for a third encounter, they'd never be able to stop, and it would either ruin their chances with others, or trap them in a dead-end relationship they would both come to hate. Maybe both. But he still felt his heart sing when he looked back at her, trying to smile, trying not to let herself break down. His own voice cracked when he said, "What?"
"I'll save a dance for you at Prom, okay? That's more than socially acceptable."
"Yeah, Stacey. I'll look forward to it. Later."
As Max exited the school almost an hour after the final bell, earning him a quizzical look from Miss Maples, the receptionist, he began planning and re-planning his takeover of the school assembly. Now he absolutely had to win over Roxanne as soon as he could... because it was the only way he'd be able to distract himself from the one who changed his world forever.

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