Scott sighed, as if he had sensed that she had awaken. His arms tightened around her briefly before he sighed again and rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms up above his head. Angela smiled, moving away from him and sitting up with the sheets still wrapped over her body. It wasn’t long before she felt Scott’s presence close behind her, his kisses dancing over her shoulder.
“’Morning.” He sighed, his lips still attached to her skin.
Angela reached her hand back, intertwining her fingers in his disheveled hair. He moaned softly, kissing a line along her shoulder to her neck. He only had one thing on his mind at that moment. Angela sensed this when his hands went to caress her breasts through the thin sheet that concealed them.
“I have to go.” She begrudged, looking at the clock beside the bed.
“No…” he whined, sitting back and severing contact with her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he didn’t. He already had a morning erection that was twice it’s size due to her presence.
Angela smiled, biting into her lip and gazing back at him. She could most certainly do this everyday for the rest of her life.
* * *
After getting dressed and brushing their teeth together, Scott and Angela slipped down the stairs to the kitchen; the house still seemed to be sleeping.
“Mmmm… wait.” Scott said before she attempted to touch the door handle.
He spun her into his arms, smirking briefly before kissing her fervently. Angela giggled, conforming her arms to his neck and parting her lips to him as he pleaded her to with flicks of his tongue. Sweeping into the moment, his hand crept up to her chest, groping her through the fabric of his “Dazed and Confused” tee-shirt. His lips moved down her neck and all he could think about was shoving her up against one of the counters and entering her right then and there.
Angela gasped, feeling his still-rock-hard erection pressing into her lower stomach. She tunneled her fingers in his shaggy hair, keeping them there as he pulled back and studied her eyes.
“Last night was so amazing.” He said softly, going back to kissing her.
“Yes, it was.” Angela whispered against his neck.
He moved his hands down to her waist, wanting to feel her skin before she had to go. As his hands got halfway up her shirt, the clearing of a throat sounded, signaling that the two were not alone. Angela’s eyes shot open and Scott turned part-way around, only to see Frank seated at the kitchen table in his dark blue and red pajamas, reading the newspaper.
“Good morning you two.” He said knowingly.
“Ummm… good morning Mr. Moffatt.” Angela said quietly, blushing furiously. She looked up at Scott. “I should get going. My parents are going to work soon.”
Scott frowned. “Okay.” He said reluctantly. “Uhhh… I’ll call you tonight when we get to Toronto?” he suggested.
She nodded, glancing back at Frank before deciding it wouldn’t be best to kiss him right then.
“I’ll drive Ben’s car to him.” She said, touching her boyfriend’s hand.
Knowing his father had something to say, Scott nodded, kissing her briefly on the lips. “I love you.” He whispered as she opened the door.
“I love you too.” She mouthed, leaving the house and breaking into the beautiful day unfolding outside…
“Please don’t say anything.” Scott requested after shutting the door.
Frank grinned, returning his eyes to the comics before him. He would fulfill his son’s wishes then, but in time, the lecture would come.
* * *
A few hours later, Bob traipsed into the living room only to see the television on and Timber half-asleep on the couch under a blanket.
“I was looking for you.” He announced, going to sit down beside her. “You weren’t there this morning.”
She looked up at his through big brown eyes, moving her feet for him to sit down beside her. Her hair was tangled gracefully around her face and her eyes sleepy and only half open. “I figured you and Carmen wanted privacy.” She explained, yawning. “Speaking of, is Miss Humpalot still in bed?” she asked with a grin as she sat up.
Bob sat down where her head was then pulled her by her shoulders so she laid her head in his lap. “Sorry.” He said, knowing she must have noticed him and his girlfriend fooling around the night before when they thought she was asleep.
Timber shook her head. “I’m already scarred for life.” She dismissed, pulling the blanket up over her legs.
Bob brushed her soft strands of hair back. “Retard.” He said affectionately.
“Crackbaby.” She shot back softly.
“I love you kiddo.” He chuckled.
“I know.” Timber sighed, wishing he knew how much she loved him. “Where is Carmen anyway?” she asked.
“Somewhere upstairs.” Bob replied. “I swear that girl won’t take no for an answer. She keeps trying to like… rape me. It’s scary.”
“Oh you like it!” Timber accused, giggling at his description.
“Sometimes I like it, but sometimes Mr. Chubby needs a break. Damn. I’m not the bionic man or something… though I do have skills.” He smirk arrogantly.
Timber just grinned. “Dude, I don’t need to know this.” She informed him.
Bob just chuckled. “Just so you know who you’re friends with. I’m hungry, you want anything?”
“No, I’m not too hungry.” Timber replied.
“Why am I not surprised.” Bob snickered, getting up off the couch when she sat up to allow him mobility.
Timber sighed as he left.
“Your new body-wash smells nice.” He called to her from the kitchen.
She was slightly surprised he noticed something so trivial, but at the same time, that was Bob. He noticed everything. While seeming so completely detached, he was actually incredibly perceptive of things.
“Thanks.” She called back. “I got four new ones. I’m trying them out to see which one I like best.”
“What scent is that?” he asked. “It smells like Vanilla, or like coconut or something. But I know it’s not coconut because you hate coconut.” He stated, appearing in the archway with a small bowl.
“Warm Vanilla Sugar.” She recited from the festive label, thinking back to the clear bottle filled with maple colored fluid.
“It smells so good.” Bob commented, sitting down beside her with a bowl full of four hard-boiled eggs. He proceeded to pick the hard shell off.
“You like eggs?” she asked, slightly surprised. “Since when?” Bob was the same brother who usually refused to eat eggs unless scrambled a certain way.
“No, I just like to peel off the shell.” He admitted. “It’s fun.”
“Lemme try.” Timber requested, taking one out and beginning to crack off the shell.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, watching music videos and peeling hard-boiled eggs.
“Buckets of fun, eh?” Bob smirked, nudging her.
“Buckets.” Timber grinned.
“Bo-ob…” Carmen sang, peeking into the room from the hallway.
“The Bionic Woman.” Bob said so only Timber could hear.
Carmen pranced over to the two, standing in front of the couch to obstruct Bob’s view of the television. “I need you… and I need this.” She said, grabbing Bob by the arm, then grabbing a hard-boiled egg from the bowl. “Come on.”
Bob looked at Timber helplessly as he was dragged off the couch. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“No you won’t.” Carmen smirked.
Timber just rolled her eyes as her best friend was dragged out of the room.
Moments later, as she had just snuggled up on the couch again to watch the latest Madonna video, Clint strolled into the room, pausing with a pleased smile when he saw her.
“Were you here all night?” he asked.
The sound of his voice startled her, and she sat up immediately.
“Oh, hey.” She breathed. “Pretty much, Bob and Carmen were playing tug of war---“
“With the sheets?” Clint interrupted, jumping over the couch and landing on her legs deliberately.
“Not exactly.” Timber replied, tugging them back from under his hind regions.
“Ahhhh…” Clint smirked. “With his di---“
“Yeah Clint.” She cut him off, sparing herself. “That.”
“Well, you shoulda come to my room.” He informed her, putting the blankets over his legs too.
She studied his face as he stared at the television, trying to decipher his motives as she had been doing for a while. With everyone alerting her of his feelings towards her, she couldn’t help but entertain the thought that he possibly could be interested. The notion alone would open a whole flood gate of mixed emotions that she really didn’t want to think about at the time.
“What?” he asked, noticing that she had been staring.
Timber just chuckled, shaking her head at her ridiculousness. Clint had always acted like that towards her. They were friends, nothing more, nothing less. She was making things far more complicated than they had to be, and she was certainly giving herself a little too much credit. She frankly didn’t feel she deserved any of it.
“Nothing.” She replied, sitting back.
“Where is everyone anyway?” Clint asked, leaning back into the seat.
“Well, Bob and Carmen went for another round of good lovin’ a few minutes ago; Dave’s asleep; Ben’s with Dave, Jeanine and Kelly are crashing in the guest room; Angela went home a few hours ago, and Scott ran up to his room right after. He hasn’t been down since.” She relayed, keeping her eyes glued on the television.
“Angela spent the night?” Clint asked in near disbelief.
“I guess so.” Timber replied slowly. “Or maybe she went home last night, came back early this morning and left at seven forty-five. “ she shrugged.
Clint grinned. “Smart-ass.”
“Thanks honey, I love you too.” She said dryly.
“I’m going to get some cereal. You want anything?” he asked.
“No thanks.”
* * *
Carmen marched Bob up the steps, shoving him into his bedroom on the left side of the hallway and shutting the door. She promptly slammed him up against it, kissing him ferociously. He hummed his appreciation, not able to keep the thought that this process had become rather hackneyed from entering his mind. The typical game of cat and mouse, except for the fact that he was the one rejecting her countless times. She would pursue him and try to convince him that sex was the only way to go from that point, and he would continuously think of new ways to tell her no. It was a vicious cycle, it was a rut they had settled into… it was getting boring.
“You can’t resist me this time.” Carmen informed him, her voice penetrating his thoughts and catching his attention.
Bob felt the urge to roll his eyes. He could and he would.
“I know what your thinking.” She said sweetly, gazing up into his brown eyes and smiling. “But this time that’s not going to happen.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked dryly.
“Come here.” She said softly, tugging on his hand.
She led him to his desk chair, sitting him down and tugging the chair on it’s wheels to the spot just in front of the bed. Bob watched her suspiciously as she sat back in the middle of the bed and held the egg up for him to see. He leaned back into his chair, fantasizing about chipping the shell off the egg then throwing it as hard as he could against the wall and seeing the yellow yolk on the inside streak the white expanse.
Carmen slowly put the egg to her lips, jutting her tongue out to lick the pristine white shell. She smiled alluringly at him as she gently ran the round surface down her chin and throat, gyrating it in a small circle on her Adam’s apple. She released a sigh, raising her legs and spreading them to show him that she wore no underwear under her black tee-shirt. His eyebrow perked.
She released a taunting moan, running the egg down the center of her chest between her breasts and over her stomach, eventually running the cold hardness up her left thigh all the way to the knee. Her heavy green eyes opened and she smiled at him, deliberately moaning loudly to spark his interest. She ever-so-slowly ran the egg down her inner thigh, allowing the tee shirt to slip back around her waist as the egg further progressed to her nether regions. His eyes dropped to the what object against the pink skin, curious as to what she was about to do.
Thinking that the egg had better be hard-boiled, Carmen rolled it seductively to her opening, gauging his reaction as she gentle gave it a push, slowly suctioning it into the great abyss that was her vagina.
Bob’s eyes widened, watching the egg disappear between the two, wet folds of skin also known as her cunt. She began to moan, this time not on purpose, but because the sensation and pressure of the egg was so great inside her. The whiteness dissolved into a pink fire and Bob’s jaw was on the floor. The egg was all the way inside her. She screamed almost as rapturously as she did when her fingered her, or touched her in any way for that matter. But this time, hearing her rapturous cries was turning him on just as much as it was her.
She moaned, beginning to push the egg out of her by means of her vaginal muscles. Bob’s eyes continued to watch as the white head of the egg appeared. The feeling of the object sliding from her vagina caused her to cum right on the spot, slickening the white shell with the shiny solvent and lubricating it enough to have it slide with ease from within her. After a moment of self composition, she held it up and smiled.
“Hungry?”
* * *
After much needed alone-time in his bedroom, Scott emerged, prancing into the kitchen to see Clint at the stove. Finding this occurrence rather unusual, he paused, approaching slowly and peeking over his brother’s shoulder.
“What are you doing man?” he asked calmly, seeing a mess of eggs in the frying pan.
“AGHHHHH!!!!” Clint shouted, jumping and sautéing the pan. “Dude!” he scolded. “Don’t do that shit man! You scared my ass off!”
Scott just grinned. “Sorry bro. What’re you cooking anyhow?” he asked.
“Scrambled eggs.” Clint smiled proudly, tipping the pan and pouring the fluffy egg chunks onto a plate. “Try some!” he requested avidly.
“What smells like my ass in here?” Ben asked, stalking into the room after Dave. He paused immediately, looking at Scott carefully. “You had sex last night!” he accused.
“What?” Scott asked, blushing a deep shade of red.
“Oh cut the crap. You had sex last night. You totally did.” Ben said suredly, tugging at the waistband of his low hanging boxers, the only thing he wore at that moment.
“Is that true Scott?” Clint asked, not able to contain his smile.
“What makes you say that?” Scott asked Ben carefully.
“Dude, afterglow.” Ben replied, leaning against the counter while Dave silently got everyone orange juice.
“So you did?” Clint asked, eyes widening.
“Did what?” Bob asked. “Who did what?” he elaborated, as he entered from the hallway, catching the tail end of the conversation while peeling the shell off a hard-boiled egg.
“Scott and Angela fucked.” Ben said.
“WHAT?!” Bob asked. “Dude! That’s HUGE!”
“You guys are losers.” Scott said, smirking. “Pure, utter losers.”
“When were you gonna tell us?!?!” Bob asked.
“It happened last night.” Ben informed him.
“You guys, I didn’t even say anything! You’re totally relying on your imagination right now.” The eldest Moffatt haughtily informed his friends.
“Oh bull-shit Scott. I know an afterglow when I see one.” Ben said, not bothering to censor the scratching of his balls.
“I can’t believe you fucked her.” Clint said, putting the pan in the sink. “That’s so cool!” he giggled.
“Dude, I never told you a thing! You could be speaking pure shit right now!” Scott reinforced.
“Yeah, whatever, you guys fucked.” Bob said, rolling his eyes at the way his brother was trying to act cool about the situation.
“They totally fucked.” Ben agreed.
“They fucked.” Clint accorded, nodding.
“We did NOT fuck!!” Scott finally exploded. “We made love, there’s a difference! And Clint! I could eat a box of animal crackers and shit out something that tastes better than this CRAP you call scrambled eggs. Do you taste your own food or--- what?!?!” he shouted, noticing the twins and Ben were giving him an adoring look. “Cut that out! It’s weird!”
“You said ‘made love.’” Bob stated. “Dude, if that’s not PW-ed, I can’t imagine what is.”
“PW-ed?” Timber asked, slinking in her pajamas of a white wife-beater and a pair of dark blue BVD’s.
“Pussy-whipped.” The five guys chorused, thinking nothing of her entrance.
“Nice.” Timber nodded.
“And you guys will call it ‘making love’ too when--- if you actually experience it. Don’t worry, you’ll see.” Scott assured them defensively.
“Okay, okay.” Clint comforted his brother, knowing his patronizing tone would only irritate Scott.
“Shut up man! I’m serious.” Scott exclaimed. “Look, I’m not talking about this!”
“Okay, okay sweetie. It’s okay.” Clint continued soothingly.
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!” Scott fumed, his face as red as a tomato.
“What smells so good in here?” Sheila asked, strolling into the kitchen briskly. “Wow, it’s an underwear party in here.” She smirked.
Timber just smiled. “I think I’ll go catch a shower.” She said softly.
“I’m right behind you.” Clint smiled, cocking his head to get a good view of her ass in the tiny underwear she wore as he started to follow.
“I don’t think so.” Sheila said, giving her stepson a warning look and catching his sleeve as he passed her.
Clint blushed. “I was kidding.” He lied.
“Yeah right.” Dave muttered, grabbing an apple and leaving the room. He had a lot to think about right then, and with his whole family in the room, it wouldn’t be easy.
“I gotta bounce.” Ben announced, yawning, but deciding not to scratch his balls again with Sheila in the room.
“Angela took your car to you.” Scott said. “I’ll give you a ride.”
“Thanks man.” Ben said, smirking. “Are Jeanine and Kelly up yet? We’re supposed to go job hunting sometime today.”
“They’re in the bathroom getting ready.” Sheila replied before trying some of Clint’s eggs.
Scott cringed.
“SHUT UP! MY EGGS ARE DAMN GOOD!” Clint shouted before anyone could say anything.
* * *
By the time Timber turned off the shower, most of the group was gone, including Clint and Dave who went over to Ben’s house for video games. Peeking her head out of the shower, she saw Bob standing in front of the mirror inspecting a zit that was in the process of surfacing. He looked up seeing her.
“Sorry man.” He said. “I’ll jet.”
“No, it’s okay.” She bit into her lip shyly. “I know it sounds kinda weird but… could you… help me?”
Bob paused, looking back at her. “With what?” he asked carefully.
“I really think I cracked a rib last night.” She informed him. “I was trying not to say anything, but I can barely breathe now, it really kills.”
Bob knew that Timber admitting to feeling pain and actually request help meant she was in serious agony.
“Will you hand me a towel?” she asked slowly, clinging to the shower curtain.
“Sure. Here ya go.” He said, passing her his navy-blue towel.
She accepted it with a ‘thank you’ and disappeared behind the foggy-clear curtain, emerging again wrapped in the towel and shivering.
“Where does it hurt?” Bob asked.
“On my side… here… um…” she stuttered, maneuvering the towel so it still concealed all private areas but exposed the whole right side of her body to him. “Do I have a bruise?” she asked.
Bob cringed at the sight of the dark blue bruising on her rich skin. “Yeah, I think you should get an x-ray. Get dressed. I’ll take you to the emergency room.” He said.
“No, I think I should just put ice on it…”
“I’m not taking no for an answer.” He informed her.
Timber sighed, wincing at the punishment she received for doing so. “I’ll be ready in five.”
* * *
“Dude, look at what that chick can do with her ass!” Clint exclaimed, sitting next to Ben on his bed and sharing a bowl of nachos with him. “That’s amazing.”
“She’s hot as hell too… check that out! I don’t think she’s wearing a bra! Those tassels are the only thing between her titties and our view!” Ben rhapsodized, elbowing Clint to get him to look.
“Can you see her nipple?” Clint asked, peering closely.
“I can’t believe he fucked her.” Dave spoke up from where he lay across the foot of the bed by their feet.
“I doubt he did, I think Ricky Martin might be gay.” Clint evaluated. “I mean, he has all those hot chics in his video… and he isn’t looking at any of them! That’s impossible. He has to be gay! And I think I heard that in a magazine. I wouldn’t be surprised. The guy is kinda flaming.”
“Is that bad?” Ben asked carefully, mixing his fingers on the bowl.
“What bad?” Clint asked, not tearing his eyes from the ‘Shake Your Bon-Bon’ video.
“If he was gay.” Ben replied.
Clint shrugged. “I don’t care who he fucks.” He said passively, genuinely not seeming to have a disgusted view on the topic. “Dude, I just want to see her nipple!”
He arced his head towards Ben so it was nearly on his shoulder as he tried to get a view of the dancer clad in sparkling tassels. Ben didn’t say anything.
“I wasn’t talking about Ricky Martin.” Dave stated miserably. “I’m talking about Scott and Angela.”
“Damn! It’s over and I didn’t get to see her nipple!” Clint cursed, popping more cheese covered chips into his mouth. “You say somethin’ Dave?” he asked.
“Scott fucked Angela!!! It’s not fair!”
Clint rolled his eyes. “Are you still hung up on her? Dude, she’s with Scott. Shut the hell up. They’re in love, they screwed, they’re going to be together forever and get married and all that good shit. Don’t try to stir shit up again, get with Jeanine.”
“Why is everyone wanting me to get with Jeanine?!?!” Dave shouted angrily.
“Because she’s suspended from your nuts on a very short string.” Ben replied.
Dave just rolled his eyes. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know the kind of love he knew.
“Hey man, we gotta make like a tree and leave; like a banana and split. I haveta pack my shit for Toronto.” Clint mentioned, starting to get up from the bed. In order to get to the other side, he climbed over Ben. “Excuse me.” He smirked.
Dave sighed, getting up off the bed and following his triplet. “See ya Ben.”
“Later dude.”
* * *
After an X-ray at the hospital, Timber was diagnosed with a minor cracked rib. She was set free from the Emergency Ward within a half hour with a roll of tan bandaging to wrap around her venter. As Bob drove the two back home in Frank’s just-repaired Expedition, he sung along with the radio while she watched the scenery slip by the window.
“Scott and Angela had sex.” Bob stated, turning the radio down as he was in the mood for conversation. “I can’t believe it.”
“I can’t believe they waited a year. They’re always all over each other.” Timber put in, sitting back in the seat and staring straight ahead.
“Yeah… but still. Sex. I mean, whoa. That’s a big deal.”
Timber looked over at him. “You would know.” She said with a chuckle, but winced as her lungs expanded and pressed on her injury.
Bob glanced at her, his eyes shielded by the brim of his white college baseball cap which read: ‘Hookers (Los Angeles University).’ “What?” he asked.
“Well, I mean, you and Carmen… you guys have been doing it for a while… right?” Timber asked, suddenly confused.
She adjusted the seat belt so it wasn’t pressing to hard against her side then returned her hands to her khaki-covered lap, fingering the package of tape.
“Me and Carmen?” Bob asked, then chuckled. “No sweetie. I think you have it ass backwards. Carmen and I are NOT having sex.” He said as if the idea was completely distasteful. “Noooo, nooo, nooo. No sex.”
“You aren’t?” Timber was both relieved and shocked to hear this information.
“Nope.”
“Seriously?”
“Serious-fucking-ly.” He smirked, using his best friend’s term. “I’m just not interested in having sex with her. I mean, sex is special, sex is a big deal, and Carmen’s already done it a ton of times with a ton of guys. I’m no aiming to be another notch on her headboard. In the words of Jeanine Alba herself, I’m easy, not sleezy.”
Timber snorted a laugh, elbowing her friend and cringing as she felt more intense shots of pain. “So you’re just never going to have sex with Carmen?” she asked.
“Well, I will. But I’m not going to yet. I mean, it’s like this.” He began to explain. “I’ve always imagined my first time to be with someone who was also a virgin. In this day and age, I was living under the fallacy that that wasn’t too unrealistic.” He snickered.
“Well, it’s not.”
“I guess you’re right… but I always thought sex was going to be this super-special event and I want it to be with someone I’m positive I love with all of my heart so I don’t look back on the demise of my virginity and say: ‘Damn. I shouldn’t have done that.’ You know what I mean?”
“So are you waiting till you’re married?” Timber asked, wondering why they had never had that conversation before.
Bob stopped the car at a red traffic light, drumming on the steering wheel. He looked over at her in the passenger’s seat. “No. I’m just waiting for the right girl.” He said.
Timber felt her heart stop as she secretly wished with all of the decency the world had to offer that she could be that right girl. Knowing it never was going to happen made her sink lower in her seat and stare out the passenger’s side window. She realized through that conversation that though she was waiting until marriage, a part of her knew that if Bob wanted to make love to her, she would certainly oblige. She loved him. She had never felt that way about anyone, and she knew she never would. But love was strange in the fact that it didn’t always happen simultaneously. Sometimes she wished it did…
“What’s wrong man?” Bob asked, patting her thigh to catch her attention.
“Hmmm?” she asked, looking up at him. She tried to fight the despondent look on her face but it was nearly impossible.
“Don’t feel bad. I mean, I know Carmen’s your friend, she’s my friend too. Hell, she’s my girlfriend… it’s not that I don’t… love her… or whatever, I do, and I would have sex with her, but I’m really not interested in coital relations right now. You know? But I will have sex with Carmen. She’ll probably be my first unless something happens and the world ends tomorrow… or she dies or something.”
Timber chuckled, though she felt her heart slowly shatter at his explanation. “If she dies… Bob, you’re one…”
“Tough cookie? Yeah, I know. That’s why you love me.” He beamed.
She sighed, looking back towards the window. “I suppose it is.”
* * *