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It Takes Two To Relax	By : KingMe988 Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 48532 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends or any of its characters. They are the property of Cartoon Network, and thus I will make no money from this story.

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“Miss Francis! Miss Francis!” crackled the house intercom. “The library won’t dust itself, in case you’ve forgotten! Don’t make me remind you again! This slacking off is simply inexcusable!”

“Oh screw off, furball.” Frankie grumbled under her breath as she plodded down a hallway, with mop and bucket in hand. Why on earth Mr. Herriman seemed to be piling on the chores lately like there was no tomorrow, she honestly had no idea. All she knew that working her fingers to the bone from dawn until dusk for the last several days was really starting to take its toll on her. And simply put, she didn’t mean getting a little tired from all that work – not by a long shot.

How long had it been since she had some real stress release? A week? Two? The specifics didn’t matter anymore, anyway, for it felt like years. Thanks to her recent overload of chores, it had been impossible lately to find the spare time and privacy that she needed so desperately. Of course, it hadn’t helped at all that a certain someone had been barely showing up for the past week. Bloo had whined to her that Mac had been hit particularly hard with schoolwork this week. Frankie couldn’t care if he had to overseas to get knighted by the Queen of England – she needed some time with her special little companion, and she needed it soon.

With a frustrated sigh, Frankie bit down on her lip as she stowed away the mop in a large storage closet. Honestly, she didn’t know how long she would be able to hold out. Servicing herself late at night definitely wasn’t cutting it for her at all. It just wasn’t the same, at least not when there was someone out there who knew exactly what she liked, and was more than happy to give it to her. She sighed again and for a few seconds, the young woman just idled there in the closet doorway, lost in thought as she recalled those wonderful intimate moments she and Mac had spent together. She could almost feel it all right now – his soft little hands lovingly caressing her chest, his warm breath against her hot sex just before he was going to lick her to climax, his-

“Hi, Frankie.” Someone suddenly greeted her, which was followed by a gentle tug on her skirt.

Frankie nearly jumped out of her skin, feeling absolutely mortified that she had been interrupted in the middle of some rather steamy fantasizing. Blushing brightly, she whirled around, expecting to come face to face with a confused house resident. To her surprise though, she saw absolutely no one, at least until she felt a poke on her leg.

“Um….Frankie?” Mac inquired curiously.

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud in delight, for it was like the heavens had just answered her prayers. It had felt like so long since she had even seen him around the house, much less had some special time together. Unable to control herself, the overexcited woman squatted down and drew him close in a tight embrace.

Before the boy could say anything, she happily puckered up and planted a deep kiss. Mac was startled, but only for a flash of a second. The sensation of her warm lips pressed up tightly against him was still more than enough to make him go into a light daze. Instinctively, he started to mindlessly kiss her right back, and for a few seconds they were in utter rapture. It never took much for her to melt his resistance into nothing.

Suddenly, Frankie picked up the sounds of someone walking by, promptly shattering their bliss. Once she realized that they might be caught, she yelped, and in her panic grabbed hold of Mac, dragged him into the storage closet behind her, and shut the door tightly. Once they became immersed in total darkness, she held her breath while she listened intently. To her relief, the intruder just walked right on by, and once it became clear that they were safe, she heaved a heavy gasp.

From somewhere in the pitch black, she could hear Mac said confusedly, “…Is hiding really necessary? We could have just…you know, stopped.”

Good thing neither one of them could see a thing except the thin sliver of light shining under the door, for he would’ve spotted her blushing brightly in embarrassment yet again. He had a point – she had definitely gone a little overboard. Now here they were, crouching in a closet, and…

Frankie stopped and thought hard for a little bit. A few moments later, she found herself thanking the darkness for the second time. After all, had there been light, then Mac could’ve easily seen the devilish smile that started to sneak its away across her face. Here they were, all alone, unbeknownst to no one. This definitely sounded like an opportunity if she had even heard of one. Trying hard to stifle a giggle, she quietly started to slip off her sweater.

“Frankie?” Mac asked as he felt around blindly. “Where’s the doorknob in here? I can’t find the-“

He went mute in surprise when his hand suddenly came into contact with someone that was clearly not a doorknob. Rather, it was pleasantly soft, and quite warm to the touch, in a strangely familiar way. Unable to believe his senses, Mac tentatively reached out and felt yet another plushy object hovering right in front of him.

While he cautiously felt and squeezed, Frankie snickered in glee as she stowed her shirt and bra aside before leaning in closer, allowing him better access to her chest. As Mac started to fondle her, she moaned and blindly gave him a soft nuzzle.

“Come on,” she whispered as she knelt down on her sweater. “You know what to do.”

Indeed he did. Mac continued to rub her funbags, and as he did, he felt Frankie’s warm breath against his face, just before her lips descended from out of the blackness and onto his. No sooner had she made contact when she could feel Mac’s tongue dart into her mouth, seeking out hers. Gleefully she took up his challenge, and soon the two were playfully battling against one another as her chest lit up with jolts of pleasure.

As she kissed him furiously, Frankie’s head swam. After several days of waiting impatiently, this almost felt too good to be true. Thankfully, the pair of little hands gently caressing her breasts and the mouth locked with hers were definitely all quite real, according to the joy that contact with them gave to her.

Normally, she would drag this all out. After all, she was a young woman who preferred to be properly worked up into the mood. However, foreplay would have to wait for another time. She was already famished for real action, and terribly so. Trembling with poorly concealed anticipation, she suddenly drew away from Mac and delicately pushed him onto his back. Wasting no time, she blindly felt about for his pants, and laughed victoriously when her hands brushed up against his stiff member straining against his khakis. Working quickly she tugged his pants down, then hastily rolled up her skit and removed her soaked panties.

“Missed you.” She whispered as she grabbed hold of his meat and lovingly rubbed it as she kissed his cheek. “Oh God, how I missed you.

“You t-too.” Mac gasped as he could feel her hand slowly jerk his shaft. Practically giddy at this point, Frankie hastily straddle him, gave him a playful squeeze, then-

“Miss Frances?” an all too familiar voice boomed, making them both freeze in dismay. “Good gracious Miss Francis, are you still up here on the third floor doing the mopping? I better not catch you idling around, young lady!”

Mac whimpered softly as his ears picked up the sound of someone hopping about nearby. Frankie meanwhile went still as a statue in her horror. Dear, just what on earth was wrong with that rabbit? Could he not go so much more than fifteen minutes without barking an order at her, or treating her like a child?

Even more important though, what about their current situation? What would he do if he knew that she was being intimate with Mac right there? Even worse, what if he were to open the door and see her with his own eyes, half naked with Mac almost inside of her?

Frankie swallowed hard and trembled a little in what she thought she was fear as she….got wetter? No, no that couldn’t be right. Despite her denial, she couldn’t escape the peculiar reality of it all. Instead of being overcome with fear, her arousal was actually climbing a little. The more she actually thought about, the possibility they might be caught was, well, a little bit....exciting.

Suddenly, she didn’t want to frantically throw her clothes back on as fast as possible anymore. Actually, now she wanted to do quite the opposite.

Mac gasped softly as he suddenly felt his member become immersed in the familiar tightness and warmth. As she guide himself inside her, Frankie could hear Mr. Herriman calling for her just outside in the hallway.

“Miss Francis? Miss Francis, where in the blazes are you? Come now, I’m in no mood to play games!” he barked.

Mac wanted to cringe in fright, but found it hard to think about being afraid when the sensation of sliding into Frankie flooded his little body with pleasure, keeping him nice and hard. Meanwhile, Frankie could feel a surge of adrenalin start to flow through her. She bit down on her lip to try and stifle a giggle as she slid down Mac. The rabbit had no idea at all!

“F-Frankie?” Mac whined nervously. What was she doing? Had she gone insane? Wouldn’t Mr. Herriman hear them? At the moment, it looked like they were about to be caught red-handed in the act.

Frankie however was feeling as content as could be. For a few seconds she remained still, happily savoring both her boss’s futile cries and the delightful sensation of Mac buried deep inside of her. Finally, with a happy sigh she started to rock her hips, sending new jolts of pleasure surging into Mac’s loins and throughout the rest of his little body. Unable to control himself, Mac opened his mouth to let out an uncontrollable moan.

Without any warning, Frankie lowered herself, descending blindly into the darkness with her lips puckered. Her guess paid off, and in a moment she had successfully muffled the boy with her lips, just in time as Mr. Herriman could distinctly be heard hopping by the doorway yet again.

“Miss Frances, please!” he groaned. “Enough of this!”

Had he actually decided to open the closet right then and there, he would have laid eyes on his sole employee, on top of Mac and connected with his body from top to bottom. The thought of this thrilled Frankie to no end, and she eagerly picked up the pace, grinding and rocking against her younger friend and enjoying every moment of their shared ecstasy.

As Mac slid in and out of her, both felt the need to let loose with the usual chorus of grunts and moans. Frankie kept their lips sealed together tightly in dogged determination, stifling both she and him as best as she could. As she started to slip her tongue back into the familiar playground that was Mac’s mouth, she felt Mac to begin to rub and slowly thrust along with her in the dark, and soon the too were writhing together almost as one.

They were definitely quite lucky that Frankie managed to keep a somewhat clear head as she indulged herself in this dirty thrill. Mac was already long gone at this point, mindlessly kissing and pumping beneath her. As their passion skyrocketed, the boy reached up and felt about in the dark until he could feel her sweat-sprinkled breasts swaying back and forth. Immediately he latched on and started to fondle and squeeze.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t come downstairs to tend to the library just yet! Come now, this is absolutely absurd!” Mr. Herriman scolded out loud, whilst sanding only a few feet away from the closet where the two continued to go at it, quietly yet still like animals.

As she kissed Mac like mad, Frankie went a little lightheaded. This was so naughty, she could barely handle it. Part of her wanted Mr. Herriman to stick around, fruitlessly searching as she rode Mac silly almost directly under his nose.

Another part of her actually wanted him to open the closet door and finally find them. She could imagine it all – his monocle would pop right out as he laid eyes on them. While he would go dumb with disbelief, she would break away from the kissing, look him directly in the eye, and only smile from ear to ear, letting him know that she couldn’t care less that he was there. In fact, she would only ride Mac even harder, with scarlet hair flying about, the sweat dripping off her body, her heavy gasping filling the hall as she worked her way to her pinnacle, with her boss numbly watching on the entire time, frozen in shock.

For someone with such large ears, Mr. Herriman seemed to actually be somewhat hard of hearing. Finally, after concluding that a certain girl was nowhere to be found, he sighed in aggravation and hopped off. It was a lucky thing that he decided to leave when he did, for Frankie’s intense fantasizing in the midst of her carnal joy quickly proved to be far too much for her. She rocking, rubbed, and ground against Mac like she was possessed, and in no time she became too much for the boy to handle with her bombardment of pleasure.

As Mac tensed up and let out a ragged moan into her mouth, Frankie clenched up around him as her orgasm struck her hard. Having been denied sweet release like this for several days in a row, Frankie kissed him as hard as she possibly could, almost hurting Mac as she barely managed to muffle a hoarse, almost animalist scream as she clenched around him and sprayed them both down below with a flood of hot juices. Caught up in it all, she still pumped almost crazily, making Mac shudder and thrash below while they were temporarily lost in the throes of pleasure and passion.

Once they passed through their peaks of pleasure. Frankie simply rolled off Mac and lay beside him on the closet floor with a loud gasp. For a few moments, all she could hear in the near pitch black was both her and Mac, struggling furiously to catch their breaths. As she gulped in fresh air, she suddenly felt Mac wiggle about until he found her again, and immediately he curled up close.

As they cuddled up, Mac finally managed to gasp, “I….I don’t think I want you to do that again…”

She couldn’t help but feel at least a twinge of guilt. Sighing heavily, she started to stroke his sweat-soaked hair. “Mac, I…..I’m sorry…but…well, I….”

“You what?” he whispered curiously.

“Come on, you know we haven’t had time like this in a while.” She explained. “Mac, I…I just missed it so much, I-“

“You didn’t have to do it though.” He interrupted softly.

“I…I really don’t think I couldn’t have.” She objected. “I’ve been so wound up lately, and I-“

“No, I mean we really didn’t have to do this now.” Mac groaned. “Right when I first saw you, I was going to tell you that I got permission to sleep over here tonight.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t hear a word from her. Suddenly, he felt her tightened her squeeze on him, and in a flash he was being assaulted with kisses on his cheeks and a bombardment of loving nuzzling.

Frankie was so overjoyed, she seriously didn’t know what else to do except cuddle him silly at first. As she went to town on him, she whispered gleefully in his ear, “If that’s true…then how about we just call this round one…”

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“Miss Francis!” said Mr. Herriman a bit too loudly as he knocked on the bedroom door. “Miss Frances, are you still awake?”

He knocked on her door again and again, but before he began to grow seriously impatient finally he heard her remark, “You’re definitely up late.”

“Well, I did have a fair amount of paperwork to tend to.” He replied stiffly as he opened the door a little and peered into Frankie’s room. She met his gaze from where she lay in bed, with the covers drawn up around her.

“So what’s up?” she asked, with a bit of an odd smile adorning her face.

Brushing the odd sight aside, Mr. Herriman curtly, “I just wanted to remind you again that I was a bit displeased to have you disappear like you did earlier today. Remember, if I call for you, then-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know, come as soon as I can.” She sighed.

Satisfied, Mr. Herriman nodded and made his exit, though not without taking care to say as he closed the door, “That will be all. Good night, Miss Frances and sleep well.”

Alone again, Frankie dropped both her sheet and the act, and immediately started giggling like mad in both mischievous glee and carnal pleasure. The rabbit had looked her straight in the eye, and he didn’t suspect a single thing. She had barely been able to suppress her moans or her squirming, and still he had absolutely no idea whatsoever. While laughing wickedly in delight, she tossed her sheets off, revealing both her nude body and the little boy stationed between her thighs, still softly licking away at her snatch.

As she smirked triumphantly, Mac paused long enough to say, “Okay…you really owe me now.”

Horny as could be at this point, Frankie snickered and lovingly tousled his hair. “Well if you say so.” She sniggered.

With this she sat up, and playfully pounced, catching him off guard. For a few minutes the two playfully grappled, with her plating an odd kiss on him every now and then and him returning the favor. Finally even though she ended up on top both ended up with quite a nice prize. As the two lay interlocked, Mac clamped his lips over her clit and sucked hard, while Frankie’s head bobbed up and down his meat at a steady pace, stopping onto to teasingly kiss the head.

As they contentedly slurped and licked away on one another, she laughed around a mouthful of her friend’s meat while she mused over Mr. Herriman’s words. “Sleep well?” With everything they had planned, it would be quite a while until they got around to doing anything like that.

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