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The Pact	By : AllisonJae Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 8573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five: Blondes Have More Fun

Bubbles POV

It was just after five o'clock, and I was just getting out of the shower when I heard Blossom bellow from the bottom of the stairs. "Bubbles, there's a package for you!" she shouted.

I ran downstairs wrapped in my blue towel with my wet hair up in a towel wrap. "A package for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Bubbles, put some clothes on before you come downstairs."

"Don't be a prude, Blossom, besides I'm covered up," I said, taking the package from her.

"Yeah, just barely," she said. I ignored her and ran up to my room to open it. I put the package down on my bed and quickly unwrapped it. There was a noted inside, and I took it out and read it.

It read:

A little something to wear for our date tonight.

See you at seven,

Boomer

I quickly folded over the tissue paper and lifted it out of the box. It was a dress, but not just any dress. The top part was made of power blue angora, soft to the touch, and the skirt was a heavy cotton material in a faint pale blue, but the peculiar thing about it was there was a white poodle on the corner of the skirt. My mind was racing. I wondered where Boomer could be taking me that I would need to wear this. The thought lingered on my mind as I dropped my towel and started to get dressed. I put on my powder blue bra and matching panties. Then I slipped the dress over my head. I looked in the mirror to admire myself. I felt really nostalgic seeing as I learned all the old dances from the 50s and 60s.

I was deciding what to do with my hair. I had not warn it in pigtails for a while and thought it would be fun. I took two bows out of my top drawer and put them in my hair which had a slight twist curl in it, and then proceeded to do my makeup. I went soft tonight giving me that innocent 50s teen girl look. Then I picked out a pair of shoes. They were eggshell white with pale blue bows on the front. I also wore a pair of white ankle socks with a blue lace trim.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Boomer was just going to love it. I just wondered what he was going to be wearing. Suddenly I heard Blossom's voice again calling me from the foot of the stairs.

"Bubbles, your date's here!" she yelled.

I grabbed my little blue purse and ran down the stairs. Blossom was still there and grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, "Now remember our agreement."

"Of course, silly," I said with a laugh. "You know I always keep my promises." I headed for the door where Boomer was standing. He was wearing a leather jacket and a black t-shirt and black jeans. Hishair was slicked back like he had a lot of gel in it. Damn, he looked hot, I thought to myself. This may just have to be the one time I had to break my promise.

"Hi, Boomer," I said. I twirled around once. "So how do I look?"

"You look… Wow!" that was all he could say. It made me smile seeing him weak in the knees. He just stared at me a good long minute. "Oh, this is for you." It was a wrist corsage, a small blue orchid.

"Oh, thank you, Boomer," I said. "It's so beautiful."

He took it out of the box and put it on me. Then he led me outside. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see," he said and led me out to the car. I was a beautiful pink Cadillac convertible. It was straight out of the 1950s. It was the most beautiful car I had ever seen.

He opened the passenger's side door for me and helped me in. He was being such a gentleman. As he got in I turned to him and smiled.

"Now will you tell me where we're going?"

"No, Bubbles, it's a surprise, but I guarantee you'll love it."

"Well, okay," I said as he turned the key in the ignition. I fiddled with the radio and found the oldies classic station. I thought it was fitting since in a way we were doing a time warp tonight. I sat and enjoyed the music as Boomer drove looking back at me every now and then and smiling.

I noticed we were riding down a stretch of highway in the direction of Farmsville. I saw the sign and knew instantly Fuzzy Lumpkins' place wasn't too far off. I was more intrigued than ever to see where Boomer was taking me.

The music was blaring out of the car and the wind was blowing in my face when Boomer turned off the highway. I saw that he was driving down a dirt road and stopped at an old farmhouse. I could hear a chorus of shouting and loud music coming from the large shack.

Boomer turned off the car and looked over at me. "Come on, Bubbles, it looks like the party's already started."

"A party?" I asked. "You wanted me to wear this outfit to a party."

"Not just any party," he said. "It's a sock hop."

"Really?" I said excitedly. "Then what are we waiting for."

I practically jumped out of the car as Boomer came around. We ran towards the farmhouse and entered through the wide barn doors. As we walked inside I could see that the place was buzzing with excitement. People were dancing and laughing, and there was a stage with a DJ. I felt as if I had dropped into the movie Hairspray.

Boomer looked over at me. "Would you like to dance? He asked me, raising his voice over the noise.

"Sure," I said and he led me out onto the dance floor. We found a clear space just as the DJ started to play the Twist.

Boomer surprised me by picking me up off the floor and spinning me around. As the song continued I twisted my body to the music following Boomer's lead. I was quite impressed by how well he was dancing.

When the song ended everyone in the barn was clapping and jumping up and down. He took my hand leading me somewhere. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I thought after all that dancing you might be thirsty," he said.

"I kind of am," I said as we reached the refreshment table. There were glasses of punch already poured, and Boomer grabbed two and handed me one.

"Mmmm… this is good," I said.

"Careful, it might be spiked," he said.

"So, it's not like I never drank before," I said and he looked surprised. "It was a slumber party, one of those Truth and Lies drinking game."

"And here I thought you were all sweet and innocent," he said. "So what else don't I know about you?"

"I guess you're going to have to discover that for yourself," I said. I picked up a pastry off the dessert table. I took a bite staring into Boomer's eyes the entire time. I was teasing him. That was a given, but I had no intention of breaking the pact. Blossom would never let me live it down. Then I thought to myself that there was nothing wrong with showing a boy a little encouragement.

Suddenly we heard someone on the stage talking into the microphone. "Okay, guys and gals, it's your last chance to sign up for the 4th annual 50's Sock Hop dance Contest. First prize is this beautiful trophy and $500 worth of classic tunes from the 50s and 60s. Only ten more minutes to go."

"Cool, a dance contest," I said excitedly.

"Do you want to sign up?" Boomer asked me.

"Sure, if you do," I said.

"Then let's go," he said, and grabbed my hand. We made our way to the table by the stage, where there was woman waiting.

"Are you two wanting to sign up for the dance contest?" she asked

"Yeah," we both said at the same time.

"Names, please," she said.

"Bubbles and Boomer," I said as Boomer was holding my hand.

"Are you for real, or are those made up names?" she asked looking skeptical at us.

"They're real," Boomer said, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Fine," the woman said and handed us two large stickers with the number fifteen printed in bright red letters. We put them on each other's' backs and walked over to the refreshment table to get one last drink before the contest.

"So are you ready?" Boomer asked me.

"Yeah. I guess, but I am a little nervous," I admitted.

"Don't worry. Just relax and have fun," he said as a guy came upon stage and announced that contest was about to begin.

I took that advice as he led me out to the dance floor. The man on stage announced all the couples competing and the music began. I recognized the Chuck Berry tune and started to dance. I forgot all about the competition as Boomer had his arms around me turning and twirling our bodies to the music.

When the song was only half over six couples were already eliminated. I started to get a little nervous as I looked around to see the dance floor half empty, but I looked back at Boomer and realized this was just for fun. As the song ended he dipped me. It sent an excited chill through me. I just loved being in his arms. I forget for a moment, who I was and who he was. It didn't matter, because at that moment we were perfect. As everyone who was standing around clapped I felt exhilarated, and I don't know why but I gave Boomer a hug. He looked surprised but just smiled back at me.

"Alright, guys and gals, we have six couples left, so let the competition continue. The next song started. It was one of my favorites.

It was a fast song and fun to dance to. We were dancing our second dance when Boomer did something I didn't expect. He lifted me up in the air, and I let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Just go with it," he whispered to me as he spun me around in the air.

I slowly came down and did a few turns as the audience clapped and cheered. We continued our unrehearsed routine and three more couples were eliminated. The song ended, and Boomer picked me up again and spun me around. My legs were together and my knees were bent, and I had my arms around his neck. His movements slowed as I slowly lowered my feet to the floor. We stood there in each other's arms for a few moments. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he was just frozen in place staring at me. I felt everyone in the room was looking at us, but I didn't care. All I could see was Boomer and how handsome he looked, and the way he was making me feel at the moment.

"Okay, guys and gals," the DJ said from the stage. He liked to say that a lot. "We're down to three couples. First, couple number twelve, Amy and Alex, and couple number six, Karen and Forbes, and couple number fifteen, Bubbles and Boomer?" His voice went up at the announcement of our names. I guess everyone thought they were a little unusual. "Alright, everyone, we are going to take a ten minute break before the big dance off, and it's up to all of you to choose our winners with the help of the Clapometer." It sounded kind of lame, but not as lame as one of Mojo's take over the world schemes.

Boomer took my hand and led me over to the refreshment table. I was so thirsty after all that dancing and now I was more than ever determined to win. I also helped myself to a piece of chocolate mint mini cakes. I wasn't going to let my blood sugar go low in the finals of the dance contest. Boomer downed two cream puffs in the time it took me to eat one of the tiny cakes. We both washed our snacks down, and I excused myself to the ladies' room.

As I walked in I noticed two girls talking. "Did you see that little blonde out on the dance floor?"

"Yeah, the one with that dreamy-looking guy with the leather jacket," the other one said.

"Isn't he one of those Rowdy Ruff Boys?" the first one said. "Bad boys are so hot."

"So what's he doing with a PPG?" said the second as she put on some lipstick. I sneaked into one of the stalls before they could see me. "I mean aren't they supposed to be all virtuous and stuff?"

"Come on, everyone had a wild side," the first one said. "I think they're going to win the contest. What do you think?"

"I think it should be me out there dancing with him. Some girls get all the luck, even if they don't deserve it."

I heard the two girls walk off, their high heels clacking and the swish of the exit door open. I felt insulted. If that girl thought my Boomer would ever have any interest in her… Wait a minute. Did I just think of Boomer as mine? I had to stop thinking like that. Well, for tonight I guess he was my Boomer.

I quickly washed my hands and dried them with a paper towel and exited the bathroom. "Hey, I was about to come in and hunt you down," Boomer said to me as I came out.

"In the ladies room?" I said, trying to sound appalled.

"Hey, it's not like I've never been in one before," he said and winked at me. I was almost forgetting that I was out with a Rowdy Ruff boy. Boomer just had to remind me.

He led me over towards the dance floor where the other two couples we were competing against were standing. The woman that signed us up for the dance contest approached us holding her clipboard in her arms.

"Alright, the six of you are our finalists," she said. "Each of you will be preforming your dances separately. I just need to know if there's any music preferences."

We all made our choices, and we waited for the DJ to announce us. Boomer and I stood together holding hands as we watched the other two couples dance, They were really good which worried me a little, but I kept telling myself this was just for fun. Winning didn't matter. I just loved being here, especially with Boomer. I was falling fast for him, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

Finally it was our turn. The DJ announced us, and everyone clapped as we made our way out to the dance floor. I smiled as he took me into his arms and the music started to play. I was in another world dancing there with him. I didn't think about my moves. Instead I went with my instinct. My body just seemed to fit so well with Boomer's harmony. I forgot everything and everyone around us. All I could see was Boomer, and all I could hear was the beautiful music playing. As our dance came to an end, I felt disappointed. I could have stayed there dancing with Boomer forever. Sadly our dance did end, but it didn't stop Boomer from staring at me. I knew I was blushing, but I didn't care. I realized for the first time just how sweet he really was.

So we stood there as the DJ announced each couple. The crowd clapped loud for both the other couples. Then it came to us. When the DJ announced our names and the crowd went crazy.

"I think it's obvious we have a winner," the DJ said. "Give it up for Boomer and Bubbles, the king and queen of the Hop. Come on up here."

I was so excited as Boomer took my hand and led me up to the stage.

"Congratulations you two," the DJ said as we walked over towards him. "I've never seen such an adorable couple. So tell us what made you come out to our little party tonight?"

"Well, it's our first date," I said excitedly. Boomer put his arm around me. I thought I should be nervous about it, but at that moment it felt so right.

"This is some first date," he said as he gave us our prize. The trophy was made of gold plating over metal. It was cheap, but still I was proud that we had won it.

"So, my little dancing queen," Boomer said, as he carried our trophy. I giggled at his words. "What are you going to do with all those CDs?"

"They're half yours," I said.

"I want you to have them," he said as he led me off the stage.

"No way," I said. "We'll split them. I insist."

"Okay, but you take the trophy," he said. I was about to protest, but he stopped me before I could utter a word. "I insist. That way I have an excuse to visit you."

He never really needed one anyway, and after tonight I would be obligated to go out with him again. There was no way I could tell him I didn't have a good time. It was obvious by the way I was acting, and the truth was I wouldn't mind going out with him again. Hopefully an entire month of being forced to be on the straight and narrow might just change his whole outlook on his life. Boomer wasn't a bad guy. I knew that from the very beginning. I blamed his bad boy actions mostly on Mojo. He's the one who taught them the art of crime. I just hoped I could give Boomer a new lesson.

We danced for a while longer until the party started to wind down. I just loved dancing with Boomer. I didn't have to think about anything on the dance floor, not about who I was or who he was. We were prefect. I was starting to feel a little tired and looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost midnight.

"I think I should take you home," Boomer said and put his arm around me. I really didn't want the night to end, but it was so sweet how thoughtful he was being.

He picked up our winning and led me out to the car. He dumped the goods in the back seat and opened the passenger's side door for me. He was such a gentleman. I really was falling for him. I just hoped that he didn't figure that out.

As we drove down the road it started to rain. We weren't too far from Townsville, but I wondered if it was raining that too. The road got slippery fast and we skidded off the road. Before I knew it the car had hit a tree. The impact made me scream out, but when all was quiet I realized that I wasn't hurt.

"Bubbles, are you okay?" Boomer asked me.

"Yeah, I think so," I said as I looked around. "We were out in the middle of nowhere. Boomer tried to start the car, but it was making a weird sound and then just stalled out.

Boomer's POV

"Well, I think we're stuck," I said, looking around to see we were nowhere near civilization.

"No, we're not," I said. "We could always fly." Why did she have to say that? I had to think fast.

"But then you might catch cold." Yeah, that was a good argument. I'd say anything to have some alone time with Bubbles. "I won't have that happening, and besides, you're wearing a dress."

"Then what are we going to do?" she asked.

Damn, I had to come up with something. What a minute. Fuzzy's place was ear here. In fact, I could see his barn from where we were and it was within walking distance. "Look, Bubbles, there's a barn just over there." I pointed in the direction of the end rundown structure.

"But isn't that Fuzzy Lupkins's place?" Bubbles asked me.

"Yeah, so," I said.

"Well, he doesn't like strangers, him or his shotgun."

"Don't worry, he's in Farmsville at some county fair. I heard he's competing in the hog calling contest. He'll be gone the whole weekend. We'll just take shelter until the rain let's up. He'll never even know we were there."

"Well, okay, but just until the rain stops," she said. I got out of the car then went around the other side to help her out. We flew low to the ground up the steep hill until we reached the old barn. We were both soaking wet by the time we got there, and it didn't even take that long. I could use that to my advantage.

When we entered I noticed Bubbles was shivering. I took off my jacket and my shirt that was soaking wet. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "You should really get out of those wet clothes."

"What?" she shouted pushing me away. "I don't have anything to change into. Besides, I'll freeze."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

"Boomer, that's not funny," she said.

"I wasn't trying to be funny," I said, coming closer to her. She backed off a little which worried me. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"No, I just…" I could tell she was shaking and wondered if it was from the wet clothes or if it was me. I scanned the barn and saw some old blankets in the corner. I raced over and grabbed a few. "Here, this should do nicely."

I reached over to help her take off her wet clothes, but she back off into one of the empty horse stalls. "I can do it myself."

I just smirked at her. She had no idea that I could see her. She had her back turned. It wasn't the view I would have chosen, but she still looked like a vision. I looked through the corner of my eye, pretending that I didn't see anything. Then she turned for a moment and I caught a glimpse of her breasts. She was a goddess, my goddess. She came out with the blanket wrapped around her. I took off my clothes as well and wrapped the other blanket around my waist. I didn't want to show the goods just yet. I might have scared her off.

As she looked up at me her eyes grew wide. She was rubbing her hands on her arms so I came over to her. "Are you still cold?"

"Yeah, a little," she said as I stood behind her and rubbed my hands on her shoulders and the part of her back that was exposed.

"Feel better?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said, sounding a little flustered.

"Well, we might have to sleep here tonight. The rain is really pouring down."

"No, we can't sleep here," she said. "I already missed curfew, and if I stay out all night…"

"Don't worry. I'll take the blame. You can trust me, Bubbles. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"I know, but where are we going to sleep?"

"Well, in a barn the hay loft is always good for sleeping." I said. "Come on."

"Wait a minute," she said, hesitating for a moment. "I can't sleep up there with you."

"Bubbles, don't worry. I'll sleep on one side, and you can sleep on the other. I promise." I held up my right palm, so she could see that I was sincere.

"Well, alright," she said as I gathered our clothes. I let her go up first. I looked up at her, and it was a shame that the blanket she had wrapped around had covered her pretty well.

I was glad she made it up without stumbling though. I was close behind her and spread our clothes out to dry. "See, it's a pretty big hay loft," I said, "plenty of room for the both of us.

"Yeah," she said as she sat down on a spot in the corner. She took a bunch of hay and bunched it up as if to make a pillow. She was about to lay down when I heard her voice again. "Boomer."

I looked over at her. Her eyes were looking everyway but at me. "Something wrong, Bubbles?" I asked.

"No, I just thought we could have a kiss goodnight," she said. I saw her cheeks turn red at that moment.

"Oh, sure," I said and crawled over to her.

"Just a kiss goodnight," she said.

I smiled at her and looked deep into her eyes. My hands found their way to either side of her face. Damn, her skin was so soft. When my lips touched her it was like a bolt of electricity. I never wanted to let go of her. Her lips tasted so sweet, like cotton candy. It most have been the lip gloss she was wearing. No girl could naturally taste like that, but I didn't care. I wanted more of that sweet taste. I was surprised when she opened her mouth. I took full advantage at that. Oh, god, she tasted so good. I was even more surprised when she put her arms around my neck. Somehow the blanket she had wrapped around her had come undone. My hands came down her sides feeling the softness of her skin. I couldn't help myself. My hands glided upwards until they reached her breasts. I barely touched one when she pulled back with a slight squeak in her voice. She quickly gathered up the blanker to cover herself.

"I'm sorry, Bubbles, but did I do something wrong?" I asked her trying to reach for her.

"No, I'm just a little embarrassed," she said. "My blanket fell."

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "I think you're beautiful. I took her hand and kissed it, and when she didn't pull away, I kept on kissing her all the way up her arm until I was about the reached her lips again.

"I think we better stop," she said breathing in deep.

"Why?" I asked, gently tilting her head back and placing my lips on her neck. God, she tasted so good. I couldn't help myself as I gently glided my tongue up and down. She moaned softly, which prompted me to not be so gentle. "You taste so good," I muttered. I was slowly working my way down to her shoulders and then her chest.

"No," she suddenly said. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" I asked her looking into her eyes. She still held the blanket in front of her. "Don't you like me, Bubbles? I know I like you."

"Of course, I do, I like you a lot, and it's not that I don't want to. It's just…"

"What?" I asked. "I have protection if that what you're worried about." She had a look of relief on her face. I went for her lips again and blanket slowly dropped.

"Boomer," she said as my lips found their way once again to her neck. "We really can't do this. You see I promised my sisters that I wouldn't…" At that moment a squeezed on of her breasts, and I heard her shutter.

"What was that about your sisters?" I asked her as I lowered her down on the pile of hay. I took one her breasts in my mouth and sucked hard on it.

She let out a gasp. "Oh, never mind," she said as she removed my blanket.

I felt her hand touch the head of my cock, and I felt like I would explode. I was eager, a little too eager. I wanted to fuck her so, bad but I didn't want to get her pregnant. I stopped for a moment and reached over to my pants. I pulled out my wallet and found the condom that I always carried around.

She sat in a reclining position as she stared at me, as I crawled back over to her. She had her legs parted and I wondered if she was teasing me. I couldn't take it any longer. I ripped open the package and quickly put it on. I attacked her lips again, and glided my hand down to her pussy. She was so wet.

"Oh, Boomer, I want you so bad," I heard her whisper in my ear. I swung her legs over my shoulder and gently glided my dick inside her. I went slow at first. I had no idea if she was a virgin or not and I didn't want to hurt her. I moaned deeply. I saw the look on her face, and she was grinning. That prompted me to go faster. She gasped a few times as her body started to shake. That just turned me on even more and pumped her harder and faster until I heard her scream out. Sweat was dripping off her face. I wondered if it could be from the rain, but I didn't care. It was dark in the hayloft, but the little light coming off the moon through open window hit her face. She looked so beautiful in that light, and I was inside of her, the girl I had been fanaticizing about for years. Even if it was for this one night only, she was mine.

"I felt myself about to climax as she came for the last time and as I pulled out of her. I was exhausted. I never felt so drained after sex. I had only been with a handful of girls, but it was never like this. I saw her look over to the window.

"The rain stopped," she said as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Let's pretend it didn't," I said as my lips crashed down on hers. She sighed softly. God, I loved that sound. "What do you say?" I asked her as I wrapped my body around hers.

"Why not?" she said giggling. I saw her close her eyes and drift off to sleep. I soon followed.

Next chapter is the morning after. What will happen when the girls realize they have all broken the pact.
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