For the second morning in a row, I woke up in a guy’s arms. More amazingly, it was the same guy. Most amazingly, it was my boyfriend!

Boyfriend. Me. What a stunning turn of events this was!

I was all hunched up into Chuck’s chest when I woke up, so I kind of flicked my eyes upward to get a peek at him. He was still sleeping.

Hmm. What an opportunity, yes? That was kind of something I’d dreamed about. As I’ve said, back when I was Little Miss One-Night-Stand, sleeping over just wasn’t done. But I’d thought of it, and Amanda had often gushed about the fun of waking Jared with a morning blowjob. So, there I was, in Chuck’s arms, thinking about giving it a go. Hey, creeping monogamy or not, it would be a very Maggie Benson thing to do, wouldn’t it?

Problem was, I was so damn comfortable right where I was. Chuck was right, yesterday—when he said that it looked like I was sleeping on a cloud. It was that nice. So, I didn’t move down and go for the dick. I stayed right were I was, enjoying it.

Maggie Benson actually chose cuddling over a blowjob. Stop the fucking presses!

I was in his sleeping arms in complete bliss for about 10 minutes. Then his alarm went off. At 7 AM on a Saturday? He kind of almost woke up, grumbling, and smacked the alarm off. Then he looked down, to see me grinning at him.

He grinned back. "Good morning, Sugarlips."

"Morning yourself, Magic Tongue."

He cracked up at that one. "How long you been awake?"

"Fifteen minutes or so? Something like that. Just enjoying sleeping on my cloud." He chuckled at that. "So, why the hell do you have an alarm set on a Saturday, anyway?"

"I’ve got something to do."

"Oh. I see. We’re back to the man of mystery again."

He laughed. "Well, if you must know, I have to go pick my parents up at the airport. They’re coming home from the Bahamas this morning." He looked down at me. "Come with?"

"Show me off to the parents, huh? Sure, I’ll go."

"Good."

"Then we have to go to the class picnic."

His eyes clouded over. "I hadn’t planned on going to that."

"Why not? It’s the last big bash before finals prep, and then finals."

He took a deep breath. "I don’t do ‘class’ things much. Considering I’m not the class’s favorite person."

"Oh." How could I convince him? I really wanted to go. And I wanted him to go with me.

Turns out, I didn’t have to. "If you really want to go, Sugarlips, we can go."

"Really?"

"For you? Anything."

"Braden, you’re the best."

He let out a wry chuckle. "Do me a favor, then. Tell all your friends how wonderful I am. So they don’t look at me like I’m a axe murderer all day."

"Believe me, I plan on it," I grinned at him. "Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. What time does your parents’ flight get in?"

"Nine-fifteen."

"Damn. No time for nookie."

"That really is all you think about, isn’t it?" he laughed.

I snorted at him. "Not any more, it seems." He looked at me. "Amanda always waxes rhapsodic about the joys of waking Jared up with a blowjob. And I just had the perfect opportunity. And I passed it up, because I was too comfortable. Cuddling, of all things!" He laughed. "Don’t you dare fucking laugh at me, Chuck Braden! You’re making me gooey! I hate gooey!"

"No, you don’t," he said, still laughing. I glared at him. "Benson, listen to me. There’s no need to worry about your reputation here. I’ll never cuddle and tell." He grinned at me. "This from a girl who carried my teddy bear in her bookbag all day yesterday."

"I’m never gonna live that one down," I moaned.

"I won’t tell a soul," he grinned. "Little Miss Gooey." I buried my face in my hands. He just smiled wider. "C’mere, Sugarlips," he said, pulling me up so our lips could meet. For a nice long time. Tingle, tingle, tingle.

"OK. So maybe I don’t mind gooey," I admitted. "Least not around you," I sighed.

"That’s the spirit. But now we have to get up."

"OK."

We got dressed, then got in the car. We stopped at a fast food joint for coffee and some breakfast sandwiches.

We talked for a while. Generalities, possible college plans, favorite music and movies and stuff. You know, just getting to know one another better.

Then, she asked, "So, what are your parents like?"

I shrugged. "Parents. You know. They’re OK."

"Oh, I thought I was coming for approval or something."

"Nah. I just want them to know who the strange chick that sometimes sleeps in my bed is." She giggled. "Mostly, I just wanted you here, is all."

"Gooey," she snorted.

"Yeah. And who insisted on bringing the teddy bear along for the ride?" It was in her lap. "And I am gooey?"

"Who bought the thing?" she retorted.

I just laughed. "You know what, Sugarlips? I love you."

"I love you, too," she said softly. Then, a little louder, "Even if you do insist on making me gooey."

We were at the airport by then. We parked, and went in and found the proper gate. Shortly, thereafter, my parents got off the plane, looking tanned and happy. "Hey, Chuck!" Dad said. Mom kissed me on the cheek. I caught Maggie’s little grin at that.

"So, did you make it through the program all right?" Mom asked.

"Yeah." I turned to Maggie. "I told them Monday night that I was in it, when they called."

She grinned at me. "Did you tell them that big bad Mr. Tilling made you partner up with a girl you couldn’t stand?"

"Yeah, I think I remember mentioning that." Mom and Dad were looking at all this with interest. "Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend Maggie. Mags, these are my folks."

"Girlfriend?" Mom asked. "Is this the same girl you couldn’t stand?" she asked, grinning.

"We worked it out," I shrugged.

"He wouldn’t leave me alone." Maggie said.

"And you loved every minute of it."

She turned to my folks. "So, are you two responsible for this rapidly inflating ego of his that I have to slap down every so often?"

My parents just cracked up laughing. We went down to the luggage pickup and found the bags, and Dad and I carried them out to the car. I gave the keys to Dad, and Maggie and I climbed into the back seat.

"Hmmm. I don’t think this is mine," Mom said with a smile, holding the teddy bear back over the seat.

"Thank you," Maggie said, clearly embarrassed. "Your son bought it for me. He thought he could soften me up."

"Worked, didn’t it?" I grinned.

"Not hardly," she snorted.

"Yeah. That’s why you’ve been toting it around like your best friend for three days."

"Braden, if you try to get me all gooey in front of your parents, I’m going to slug you!"

"Promises, promises, Sugarlips." She looked at me in complete horror. Didn’t think I was going to use that nickname in front of the parental units, did she? Hee hee. Let Mom and Dad think I was talking about the upper lips. If they did, that is—they’re not stupid.

Mom and Dad were chuckling. "Do you guys have plans for the day?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, we’re going to the class picnic."

Mom turned around and looked at me. "You are going to a school event?"

"Yeah, and in the nude, even," Maggie giggled. "The Program lasts until Sunday, for school events."

"Maggie wanted to go," I shrugged. "She’s the junior class social butterfly."

"So, you’re going because Maggie wants to go," Mom said incredulously.

"Yeah, isn’t it great?" Maggie grinned. "We’ve been together less than a week, and I’ve got him sooooo whipped!" Ok, Maggie, touché. That gets me back for the Sugarlips.

"Yeah, dream on," is what I said. "I’ll just keep buying you teddy bears. And flowers. And cute little heart-shaped boxes of chocolates! I might even, for no reason whatsoever, go down to the Hallmark and buy you a really, really mushy card."

"You, Braden, are going to make me go into sugar shock, you know that, right?" she grinned. "Diabetic coma, here I come," she said to Mom, sitting in front of her. "And I’m not even diabetic. Your son is the King of Gooey."

"Fine, I’ll just take that teddy bear back then."

"Not on your life! And you’re still whipped, you know."

"You keep that up. I’ve got other ideas. Maybe even a little heart-shaped pendant. On a chain. Inscribed, to Sugarlips, love Gooey," I grinned at her.

"You’ve lost all your marbles. If you had any in the first place, that is."

"You know what, Benson? If we weren’t cooped up in these seatbelts, I’d come over there and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe."

"Hold that thought," she grinned. My parents were in absolute hysterics.

We got back to the house, and I helped Dad with the bags. We got everything in, and I said to Maggie, "When do we have to go to this picnic?"

"Well, it’s what, eleven? It starts at noon. So, we have time. I should stop in at home, I haven’t been there in three days," she laughed. I looked at my parents to see if they caught that one. Ooops. I think they did. Ah well. "But right now, I need to use the facilities."

"You know where they are."

"Be back soon," she said, and kissed me on the way. I sat down in the living room with my parents, who were still grinning.

"Chuck," Dad said, "if you’re smart—and you are—you will hold on to that young lady. Do not let her get away."

"I agree," Mom said. "She’s delightful. And she’s perfect for you."

Wow. I must say, this I didn’t expect! "Yeah, I agree with that."

"I don’t think you’ll ever be bored," Dad laughed.

"Not a chance."

Mom got a bit of a look of concern. "However, did I hear her say she hasn’t been home for three days? I take it she’s been here."

"Yeah," I admitted. "She has been calling home."

"So they know where she is."

"Yeah," I said.

"We really don’t mind, as long as her family doesn’t. You’re a big boy. She is crazy about you, you know," Mom grinned at me.

"The feeling’s kind of mutual," I grinned right back. Just then, Maggie emerged back in the room.

"We were just telling Chuck how perfect you are for each other," Mom said.

"I hope so," she grinned.

"Trust us," Mom said, "we know our son. You keep him on his toes."

"Yeah," Maggie said, a little subdued.

"You OK?" I asked her.

She sighed. "Well, I don’t know. You know how I am. I worry." She looked at Mom and Dad. "You should know certain things, since I’m dating your son."

"They don’t have to know, Maggie," I told her.

"Chuck, if something happens, they’re going to have to be the ones to deal with you," she said adamantly. She turned back to my parents. "Chuck’s my first real boyfriend. He’s not my first, if you know what I mean, and not by a long shot. I’ve never done monogamy before."

"You’ve never been in love before, you told me that," I said to her.

"True. But, you know. I just hope…you know. My mother," Maggie said haltingly.

"What about your mother?" Mom asked.

"I haven’t seen her since I was ten. What was worse is that my brother Joe was only five. She got bored, and just walked out." Her voice got a little softer. "I worry I’m like her. I’ve spent this week euphoric. I’m worried that when that wears off, I’ll hurt Chuck."

"You’re not going to, not intentionally, and you’re not anything like your mother. I’ve figured that out," I told her.

"How can you say that?" she asked.

"Amanda. Jared. Ed, Mike, Cassie. Vinnie and Joe, those most especially. When it comes to people you love, there is nobody more loyal than you are. You don’t hurt people you love, you just don’t. I’ve figured that out." He turned to his parents. "When we were driving to pick you guys up at the airport, you know what she told me? That she’s looking at colleges she can commute to, because she’s the closest thing her little brother Joe has to a mother, and she doesn’t want to go away and leave him when he’s 14, 15. Does this sound to you like someone who’d just dump someone she loved for no good reason?"

"No," Mom grinned, "not at all."

She launched herself into my lap, and buried her head into my shoulders—desperately, I could tell, trying not to cry. "Thank you," she whispered to me with a sniffle. After a minute of that, she controlled herself, pulled her head up, gave me a big grin, and said, "If you ever make me almost cry in front of your parents ever again, I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to Eddie Bauer’s dogs. Capice?"

"You’re right," I grinned at the folks. "She’s pretty much perfect, isn’t she?" I stood up from the chair—picking her up as I did. "Let’s go to a picnic, shall we?"

"Put me down!"

"You didn’t seem to mind last night, when I was carrying you to bed." She actually blushed. Mom and Dad were trying to stifle giggles. "See you tonight, folks," I said to them. "She’ll probably stay over again. If, that is, she’s still speaking to me by then." And I carried her out the door.

He’s insane. He’s crazy. He’s completely out of his mind. And he’s the most wonderful thing ever.

I don’t think I could ever properly thank him for saying what he said. It meant the world. Because he’s right. I am loyal. Sometimes I forget that.

"Braden, what is this big thing with carrying me?"

"I don’t know. I just like it." He smoothly opened the car door and deposited me inside.

"You are crazy," I said when he got into the passenger’s seat.

"Only when you’re around, strangely enough."

"Yeah, yeah. We do need to stop at my house. I need to check in with Daddy. Plus, I need suntan lotion. If I’m going to be out in the sun naked, I’m getting me an all-over tan."

"That’d be cool," he grinned. "Well, lead me to your house, Sugarlips."

We got there. Chuck met Daddy. Daddy liked him. And, then, here came Vinnie.

"Vin, this is Chuck, my boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Vinnie said, shaking Chuck’s hand. "Boyfriend? You actually tamed my sister?"

"Not possible, even a little bit," Chuck grinned. "I just convinced her to hang around the same patch of jungle."

"Oh, good answer, Braden!" I punched him on the bicep. "He’s so whipped," I told Vin.

"I just-a wanna be, your teddy bear," he sang in a half-passable Elvis. I slugged him again. "Come on, Sugarlips. Let’s hit your party."

We got in the car, I looked at him, and just started laughing. "What’s the giggles, for, Sugarlips?"

"You make me so damn happy," I admitted. Then I glared at him. "Don’t let it go to your head."

" Which head?"

"The one on your neck. You can worry about the other one later," I grinned.

"How about I let you worry about the other one later? I’ll be too busy getting me some honey," he leered.

"I won’t complain."

"I’ll make sure that you never do."

"I’m holding you to that, Braden."

We got to the lake where they held the class picnics every year. The seniors went first, because they got out of school earlier. Then the freshmen and sophomores. The juniors had theirs last, a week before finals. It was a lovely setting. There was, as I said, a lake, perfect for swimming, even in June. There was a clearing, where volleyball nets were set up. Shade with picnic tables, and shaded areas on the grass. One of the shaded areas on the grass is where I found the crew.

We were obviously last to get there. Jared and Amanda were there, as were Mike and Lily, Ed and Natalie, Frankie and Cassie, and Missy and Dave. We took off our clothes and just threw them into Chuck’s car. The gang called out to me, and we walked over. I could see the quizzical expressions on everyone’s faces when they saw Chuck with me—except for Amanda, who knew what was up. It was time to be the sweet, supporting girlfriend. I took Chuck’s hand—he was obviously nervous—and said, "Don’t worry, honey. It’ll be fine." He gave me half a smile.

"Maggie," Ed called out. "Now the party can begin!"

"You bet your ass. Hey, you all know my new boyfriend Chuck, right?" I grinned. It took a minute. Then I saw the absolute stunned look on most of the faces in the group.

"You," Ed gasped, "have a boyfriend? As in monogamous? One guy? Just you and him?"

"Yup," I grinned.

"Congratulations," Ed said. "You must be a miracle worker," he said to Chuck. "What’s gonna happen next, the earth stop spinning on its axis?"

"Natalie will forget how to draw?" Cassie said.

"Ed will stop being funny?" Nat said.

"Jared will forget how to suck pussy?" Amanda giggled.

"Frankie will actually throw a fastball?" Mike teased.

"The Red Sox will win the World Series?" Lily offered.

"Oh, come on now, Lily, let’s not be ridiculous, huh?" Ed said. "Maggie actually sticking to one guy is a lot less far-fetched than that."

"Fuck you," Lily said. We all cracked up laughing.

Amanda, just then, seemed to realize Chuck and I were naked. "Oh, yeah, this counts as part of the program week for you, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah," Chuck said. I should’ve known what was coming next. Amanda got a little gleam in her eye, and looked at Jared. Their clothes came off remarkably quickly. Missy and David, who had also discovered the joys of nudity, followed suit.

"When in Rome…" Mike giggled, and took his clothes off—then reached for Lily’s shirt. She laughed and let him take her clothes off. Frankie, Cassie, Ed and Natalie quickly followed suit. All 12 of us were there, as naked as they day we were born, laughing and ragging on one another.

"I’ve been noticing this all week," Amanda said with a little sly grin. "Chuck Braden, you are fine." Chuck actually blushed! "Hey, Maggie ogles Jared every chance she gets."

"She’s slept with Jared," Chuck said, bemused. Jared looked upset—until he saw the look on Chuck’s face. He was teasing! "Which completely boggles my mind. She’s as tight as a drum." He looked at me. "How in hell did you ever fit him in?"

"Oh, you don’t even know the half of it," I grinned at him.

"I don’t want to know, do I?" he said.

I was still grinning. "Jared’s been in the rear entrance."

"GET OUT!" he yelled.

"That’s what I said. But only after I came. Before that, I was enjoying myself just fine."

"I’ll just bet," he chuckled.

"Believe me, Chuck, she’s the only one that’s been able to ever do that," Jared said.

"I’m working on it," Amanda grinned. Jared and Amanda, being how they were, were cool—but everyone else was looking at us in amazement during this discussion. It was Missy who said something.

"Chuck. You mean you can talk about—it doesn’t bother you that, you know, Maggie’s been…."

"Hey. The past is the past," he said. "If I got all upset every time Maggie came in contact with someone that she once slept with, I’d be upset a whole hell of a lot."

"True story," I grinned.

"Besides," he grinned, "her best friend just told me how fine I was. That ought to keep her in check."

"You hope, Braden. You just hope."

"Shut up and kiss me." Who can refuse an invitation like that? The rest of the crew giggled. I broke the kiss and glared at the rest of them. "You know, we are all couples here. Chuck and I don’t own the kissing concession."

"We’re waiting for after lunch, so we can play spin the bottle," Ed joked.

"You can play spin the bottle. I am going to be playing spin the catcher," Lily said.

"And Braden over here needs to play put the suntan lotion on his girlfriend," I grinned. I handed him the lotion. He did a very thorough job. I’m sure someone would’ve chortled and made rude remarks—starting with Ed and continuing with Lily, no doubt—except all the other girls thought I had a dynamite idea and were getting lotion spread on them by their guys.

There are times when nudity is just too much fun!

Shortly after the lotion-fest was over—and, yes, I had a little quiet cum from Magic Fingers--they announced that the food was ready. We all got in line to get some. Some of the rest of the class was staring at us in our nakedness, but we didn’t care. A couple of guys were blatantly staring at Amanda—and she thrust her tits out at them. She can do that, she has tits. Ah, well. I had to console myself with playing grab-ass with Chuck as I stood behind him in line. Sonuvabitch barely reacted—just turned to me and said, "Payback’s a bitch, Sugarlips."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Go down on you in front of the whole junior class?" he threatened.

"You forget who you’re dealing with. I’d like that."

"Oh, yeah. Good point. I’ll think of something. Give you a dozen roses in front of the whole class in bio next week."

"OK, now you’re playing dirty!"

We got our food and went back where we were, eating and chatting and generally having a good time. My friends were accepting Chuck, as I had hoped. They’d figured if he was good enough to snare me, he must be OK. Loyalty goes both ways. This group taught me that.

Just then, Mr. Tilling happened over, looking very relaxed in a tee-shirt and shorts.

"Hey, if it isn’t Bob The Matchmaker Tilling!" Ed yelled. "Look, Mr. Tilling—the results of your painstaking program partner pairups. All this luuuuuv."

"That wasn’t the intention," he laughed. "It’s a nice side-effect, but it wasn’t the intention. I actually would have only predicted one of these pairings to eventually end up in a romance." He sat down with us, eating his hamburger.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Jared and Amanda. I kind of suspected that one might burst into flames," he said. The rest of us went ‘whoo-hooo’ while those two just blushed. "Though I probably would have predicted Mike and Lily if I had known Lily better when she got put in The Program."

"The rest of us?" Ed asked.

"Actually, Ed, I thought you and Natalie were both too gun-shy. I thought that Frankie and Cassie were too close as friends. I thought that Dave was too nice for Missy, because I didn’t know, deep down, Missy very well. And as for Maggie—I didn’t think she’d end up with an actual one-guy-one-girl romance even if I fixed her up with the most perfect man in the world." Everybody howled at that one—OK, me included. "Hey, there’s been a lot of kids go through The Program this year. You twelve are the only ones I know that hooked up. Friendships, yeah—and I’m sure there’s been some extracurricular activities." We all hooted at that one. "But The Program wasn’t meant to be a dating service. Believe me, that you guys found people out of it thrills me to no end."

"Just us, huh?" Ed said. Then he raised his coke. "To us. The PCC. The Program Couples Club!"

"Hear hear!"

"Hey, school ends in two weeks. We got to get together this summer," Amanda said.

"Absolutely," I agreed. "Six Flags."

"Trips to the beach," Chuck added.

"A party or two," Mike said

"A minor league baseball game!" Lily enthused.

"Yeah, and we can come back here!" Dave added.

"Nude mall-walking!" Cassie said.

"GROUP SEX!" That was Ed, of course. Natalie hit him, of course!

You know what? I was having a good time.

Now I know why Maggie was so loyal to these people. They’re good people. And they’re loyal to her right back.

The afternoon progressed. We played a little volleyball. We went swimming. First time ever for me skinny-dipping! Of course, when we got out of the water, Maggie needed her lotion reapplied. I didn’t mind at all!

We were there until the sun went down. Then we headed out, all of us making plans to get together again after school got out.

Maggie and I got in the car, and headed out. "Am I taking you home?"

"No," she snorted. "What are you, nuts?"

"Just making sure. You know, I’m a little rusty on boyfriend etiquette."

"Well, you know, so am I," she said, chagrined. "Are you sure this is OK with your parents?"

"Yes. Positive."

"Good. Then you’re taking me to your bed, and you’re making mad love to me."

"Your wish is my command."

"And don’t you forget it!"

We drove in silence for a little while, and then I said, "Maggie? Thanks."

"For what?"

"For convincing me to come to the picnic. I had a very good time. I didn’t feel like an outsider for once."

"And you never will again," she promised. "You’re mine, so you’re one of us. Period."

"I know. It means a lot."

She smiled and rubbed my arm. Then she laughed. "You know, we never did bother putting our clothes back on. Should we do so before we go in your house?"

"Nah. My parents won’t freak. You did get a nice tan, by the way."

"I’ve got some Italian in me, I tan pretty well."

We got to my house, and grabbed our clothes—Maggie grabbed her purse—and we walked in. Mom was there. She saw us nude and grinned.

"Well, hello. Did you drive back from the lake like that?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, we did. Maggie’s got some cool friends. It was an excellent time."

"Y’see?" Maggie butt in. "Maggie’s always right."

"Oh, Chuck, you have got your hands full with this one."

"I think I can handle her." I, of course, picked her up again. "Good night."

"Good night," Mom said, laughing heartily, as I carried a squealing Maggie up the stairs.

After Chuck ended Saturday night by licking, sucking, and fucking me right out of my mind, we both fell into a deep sleep. I woke up again first on Sunday morning.

Hmmm, I thought. Well, alternating would be cool, right? I cuddled yesterday morning. Today? Wake-up-blowjob time!

I had my head snuggled up into his chest again, so I didn’t have far to go. And he was half-hard, I could feel it up against my stomach. I slid down, quietly—and, when I did, his dick dragged along one of my boobs. Hmmmmm! That’s the one thing about being not-so-well-endowed—no tittie fucking. Ah well.

I slid down and sucked him right into my mouth. Let’s see how long he could stay asleep with this going on! Well, he started moaning in a hurry—but I think he was still asleep, or at least mostly asleep. I just kept doing what I was doing. After a few minutes, I heard, "Mmmm, Sugarlips!" I looked up and he was grinning at me. "Decided against cuddling this morning, eh?"

I disengaged. "Complaining?"

"Not on your life."

"That’s what I thought," I laughed. "As for my choice, I figured I’d alternate. Cuddling yesterday, blowjob today, and so on."

"Ah. Does that mean the lady plans on spending a lot of time in my bed?"

"Only if the lady is invited." I grimaced. "Well, after the next two weeks. I really do have to study for finals."

"Ditto. As for the other thing, the lady is always invited."

"I like that idea," I grinned—then lowered my mouth back to his stiffie. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then drew the head into my mouth, sucking up and down a few inches. I did that for a bit, enjoying his groans, and then did my special trick—I deep-throated him and started humming. He exploded, sending nice satisfying blasts of semen careening down my throat. Oh, I love it when I do that!

I climbed up next to him. He was sweating, and panting, and had his eyes closed, and gasping for air, and all that good stuff. I looked at him and said, "My gosh! I done slayed my man!"

He opened one eye, glared at me, and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back. There was a hand in my pussy, another one on a tittie, and I was being kissed to within an inch of my life. He broke the kiss and growled, "Not hardly," and then went back to it.

Wow. His hands were all over me, his tongue was spearing into my mouth. Boy, did I get him going! His fingers were in my pussy, rubbing all over my G-spot. His other hand was all over my boob, the thumb dragging over my nipple. And he was nibbling my lips, sucking my tongue. Oh man. That was an orgasm that really snuck up on me. All of a sudden--BLAM! And it was a good one, too.

He, of course, knew I went off—I ain’t quiet—and was grinning at me. I grabbed his face, looked into his eyes, and snarled, "Fuck me! Now!" As much as I love his cunny-lapping, I was too worked up too fast for that right now. I needed a fuck.

He obliged. With a vengeance. He slammed into me, one stroke, bottomed right out. I howled like a banshee. He’d been gentle before this. He taught me how wonderful gentle could be, actually. He wasn’t gentle this morning. I wasn’t complaining! I was, however, trying very hard not to scream, because I remembered that his parents were home. I succeeded. Mostly. Luckily, I didn’t have to do it for too long, because I came nice and fast, and so did he, slamming himself into me and moaning as he squirted into me.

I gasped for air and tried to re-focus my eyes. I looked up and saw him grinning at me. I grinned back. Then I realized something. Actually, I think we both realized it at the same time.

He was still hard. He looked down at where his still rock-hard rod was buried in my pussy, and laughed. "Jesus. How the hell did that happen? I’ve cum twice in the past half-hour!"

I broke up laughing, and then went, "OOOOooooohhh!"

"What?"

"When I laugh with you in me like that, it feels real good," I told him. I shouldn’t have. He started tickling me! I was giggling and moaning simultaneously.

Then he stopped tickling me—and started moving in and out of me again, slow and easy this time. "Oh, God, Chuck," I moaned.

"Hang on, Sugarlips. Since I’ve gone twice already this morning, this could take a while."

"Oh goody!" And, man, he wasn’t kidding. Wow! He slowly slipped in and out of me for a good long time. Oh, it was glorious! I can’t remember how many times I came.

Afterwards, we went down and joined his parents for breakfast. His mother was giving me these little grins all the time. I guess I was louder than I thought I was!

We hung around a bit, then I asked him to take me home. As much as I hated to admit it, I did have to get some studying in. He agreed, and took me home.

He must’ve gone to the mall after he dropped me off, because it was the next morning that he did it. I was early for school, and standing outside, just chatting with the crew. Then I feel hands on the back of my neck, along with something tickling my neck and down to my chest. Before I can react, there he is, kissing the breath out of me. He broke the kiss, said, "See you later, Sugarlips", and headed into the school.

I looked down. A fucking pendant. A gold heart, on a gold chain. The heart was inscribed "Chuck loves Maggie." It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It sparkled in the sunlight as I made my way towards school. And, oh man, it made me completely fucking gooey.

Damn him. He made me get weepy in front of my friends! Jesus. Ed Bauer’s going to tease me about this one until we’re occupying adjacent rooms in the old age home. Damn!

I headed into school, thinking up ways I could torture him when we were alone. Damn. A gold heart on a chain, and he gives it to me in public. I could kill him.

Oh, man, I could really get used to this. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?

--The end—