"Oh, lemme help you." He murmured, closing the gap between them on the carpet and unwedging the wine bottle from underneath her arm. He smiled softly as he plucked the bag of gummy bears from between her teeth.
"Thank you." Angela smiled, her eyes locking with his. She took notice of the rose tint his skin achieved as he glanced out of her stare.
Dave turned fully away from her, placing the items he had rescued from her grip onto the desktop. His eyes roamed over the canvases cluttering her walls. He had been staring at them after she had left, studying the intricacy of each design and the diversity of the artwork as a whole. "Did you do these?" he asked, motioning slightly with a grand wave of his hand towards the paintings on the wall behind her desk.
She was closer to him this time. "Yes, I actually did." She admitted.
He turned around slowly, looking down at her neutral face. A lump formed in his throat; why, he did not know. He suddenly felt a wave of guilt for being there with her when her boyfriend was at home, most likely thinking about her. Angela held the glass in her left hand out towards him.
Dave swallowed roughly, trying to force the lump back down to where he didn't notice it at all. "Thanks." He said, accepting the glass and putting it to his lips.
She watched him with intensity as he sipped the red wine delicately.
He removed the glass from his lips almost immediately and smiled. "This is really good." He commented.
"Drink up." Angela advised, silently wishing he would just chug the glass down.
Dave took another drink that lasted much longer than the first. He tipped his head back slightly, allowing the liquid to splash down his throat. When he removed the glass from his lips, only half the wine remained. Angela was satisfied and stepped past him, thinking nothing when her shoulder grazed his upper arm. He flinched.
"How's it coming?" she asked.
"Slowly." Dave chuckled uneasily, burying his eyes in another sip of wine.
She too took one from her own glass, setting it on the desk and focusing on the computer screen. "What's it doing?" she asked.
"Well," Dave approached, setting his glass beside hers. "Right now, your internet service is downloading. After that, there are a few programs that need to download, then I can show you how to do little things... like changing your desk top picture and stuff like that. It's really easy, it should only take a minute." He rambled. He seemed so much more relaxed when he was in the process of speaking. "I'll be out of your way in a little bit."
Angela smiled, turning to face him, sitting back against her desk. "Why... do you have to be home at a certain time?" she asked, her fingers tapping on the sturdy wood.
"Well... no, but I've kinda overstayed my welcome." He replied, blushing for the second time within two minutes.
Angela giggled. "Dave, friends can never overstay their welcome. You're welcome here anytime you want." She assured him, searching to get a view of his melting mocha eyes, but they were lowered from her face.
"Well... thanks Angela. That--- that means a lot to me." He admitted slowly, looking up at her face.
The light illuminated her sharp features, banishing any shadows that threatened to creep upon her cheeks. He sighed gently, wishing he could relax with her, but knowing it wasn't that easy. He was well aware that their encounters would be fresh on his mind the next morning.
"Dave?" she nearly whispered.
"Yes?"
"I want you to take me, right here, right now."
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening.
Angela's featured changed in surprise. She raised the bag up gummy bears up by her face as if she were advertising them. "I asked if you wanted any gummy bears." She repeated, smiling crookedly with confusion for his sudden reaction.
She crossed the room, passing him again with the scent of lilies beckoning him to follow. Sitting down on the bed, she shifted until she was seated in the center, then tore the bag down the side. "I love gummy bears." She grinned at him. "So does Patti, so we always have a lot in the house." She explained.
Dave stood, studying her from across the room near the desk. Angela just smiled as she placed a red bear into her mouth. She patted the spot across from her.
"Come sit."
Dave didn't need to be asked more than once.
* * *
Scott sloppily poured another glass of vodka, thrusting across the island counter at Timber. "Bottoms up little lady!" he exclaimed, giggling despite himself as he downed some of the liquid from the bottle.
"No, no wait!" Bob interjected, sitting at the end of the counter. He was wearing a pair of pink shorts and a white Modern English tee-shirt. On his head was a pair of ski goggles, pushed up his forehead to hold his hair back. The infrared lenses glowed in the light from the overhead fixtures in the kitchen. "No, get on the counter." He instructed his friend who was clad in his hockey jersey and a pair of his blue boxers.
Timber began to giggle mindlessly. "Get on the counter?!?!" she exclaimed as if it were one big joke.
"COUNTER!" Clint shouted authoritatively, lying on his back on the kitchen table with his head hanging off the edge. "Take it like a man!" he grinned.
Timber smirked. "Counter it is!" she agreed, swinging her knee onto the kitchen counter as her hands pulled her up upon the surface. Getting situated, her left hand skidded and slipped in a puddle of clear liquid on the counter top. She quickly regained her balance. "Okay, counter." She said with seriousness, breaking it with a giggle.
"Now bend over and suck it up." Scott directed, stealing another swig from the bottle of Absolut Mandarin.
Timber was on all fours, dark splotches of liquid soaked into the jersey. She bent over to take the rim of the glass between her lips, sucking it back slowly before jerking her whole head backward and having the liquid burn it's way down.
"Wooo!!!" Clint shouted. "Tupac forever!"
The foursome had abandoned the television in outrage when a Mandy Moore music video appeared on the screen. For lack of better activities to engage in, Scott had suggested alcohol. Sustained.
"That's my third shot." Timber smirked. "I thinks... I should not not shot." She slurred slightly, sitting back on the counter with a thump.
"Wooo!" Clint shouted again, thrusting his arms towards the ceiling with gusto.
Scott downed another swing. "Shut the fuck up Clint. Dad's gonna hear you!" he scolded.
"Your mom." Bob chuckled. "Let's get outta here man." he proposed, hopping down off the counter and staggering. "Whoa." He commented, grinning. "Come on!" he shouted authoritatively. "To the living room!" he commanded, stabbing his finger upwards.
"Gee Willikers Bat Man!" Scott continued with the spoof.
Clint, not wishing to be left behind, struggled onto his stomach and slithered forward, his hands catching his fall as he walked them across the floor to slide his feet off the table. Most of the tablecloth followed along with him, but he didn't pay any attention to it as it slid to the floor. He staggered to his feet, hop skipping before dashing through the archway to the living room.
"HEEEEEEEY!!!" Timber whined, poking her bottom lip out and stepping down from the counter as if it were very high. She chased after the boys.
* * *
"It's kinda messy." Ben warned Kelly, flicking on the light at the top of the stairs and leading the way down to the basement.
She grinned, tagging behind him, her tread heavy on the thinly carpeted steps. "It's always messy Ben." She reminded him.
"Yeah... well... I might have cleaned." He defended himself before snorting a laugh. "Then again, I might have not."
Like always, his bedroom was chaos. Ben strolled over to the large bed that took up a good part of the area and flopped onto his back, looking up at Kelly innocently. "So..." he trailed off. "What's up?" He asked, insinuating foul play with the lifting of an eyebrow.
"I have to be home soon." Kelly informed him coolly, clasping her hands in front of her and glancing at the articles of clothing tucked in a large pile in the corner.
Ben nodded slowly, his eyes shifting. He reached out and grabbed the remote control from the foot of the bed, sitting up completely. "Okay. Let's watch TV then." He suggested, dictating that he truly did not care one way or another.
Kelly's eyes widened in horror. "What happened to sex?!" she demanded, hands on her hips.
Ben looked back up at her. "Oh..." he said slowly. "I thought you had to go soon." He reminded her, confused.
"Yeah, that means we have to hurry up and get down to business." She said, shaking her head at his idiocy.
* * *
"We can dance if we wanna! We can leave your friends behind!" Scott sang, twirling around the living room and giggling like a sheltered schoolgirl.
Timber flailed her arms behind him, the sleeves of Bob's massive hockey jersey loosely floating over her bony limbs. Scott suddenly stopped, causing her to run into him. He began to gyrate his backside into her crotch, equipping his motions with lewd sound effects. Timber laughed harder, spanking him wildly.
Bob was jumping up and down to the music on the couch, watching the poorly directed music video playing out on the big screen. "Cause if your friends don't dance and if they don't dance well they ain't no friends of mine!" he continued, ceasing his hopping to shake his backside in a rather blissful motion. "I say, we can go where we wanna! A place where they will never find! And we can act like we come from out of this world, leave the real one far behind!"
"We can dance if we wanna!" Clint joined in, leaping semi-gracefully for Scott and plowing into him and Timber.
Timber toppled to the floor and screamed with laughter, holding her stomach and rolling on her back. Clint had tackled Scott onto the carpet and both were tangled, giggling madly. Clint, on top of the debacle, propped himself up with his hands on either side of Scott's head. He started to make humping motions against his brother. "Cause if your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, well they ain't no friend of mine!" he sang in Scott's face. Scott merely laughed; his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to control himself.
"Safety Dance!" Timber exclaimed, rolling to a doggy-style position and crawling to Clint. She climbed over him and sat on his back as if she were perching herself upon a horse. Rocking back and forth, she gripped handfuls of his shirt and reached back to smack his behind. "Wooo! Giddyup!" she laughed.
"COITUS!" Bob exclaimed, diving off the couch and knocking Timber off of his brother. "No sex in the champagne room man! No sex!" he slurred with wide and darting eyes.
"No sex in my ass man, quit humping me Clint!" Scott exclaimed. "Get off me man!"
"Oooooh Scoooooott... You're sooooo gooooood in bedddd..." Clint moaned, closing his eyes and pretending to get sexual pleasure from his older sibling.
Scott's eyes went wide. "Get the fuck off me!" he exclaimed, his hands planted firmly on Clint's chest as he shoved his gaunt body away and sat up. "I'll need some more vodka for that man, just a lil' more!" he chuckled.
"Safety dance! Safety Dance! Safety Dance!" Timber began to chant, strewn flat on her back on the floor. "Cause..." she built up. "WE CAN DANCE IF WE WANNA! WE CAN LEAVE YOUR FRIENDS BEHIND!"
"Shhhh!" Scott gasped, nearly diving across to her and smacking his hands over her mouth. "SHHH! I heard something!" he whispered.
"How can you hear over the TV?!" Bob exclaimed, crawling towards the coffee table where one empty bottle of Absolut Mandarin lay and another mostly full bottle of Captain Morgan's Ginger Rum sat upright. He unscrewed the top and took a swig. "I mean, IT'S LOUD!" he informed them, raising his voice to emphasize. His face had taken on a deep blush and was glossy with excreted perspiration. He panted breaths, his deep brown eyes still wide.
"Shhhh! Dad's upstairs." Scott whispered, paranoid. He kept his hand clasped over Timber's mouth and attempted to stretch and reach the coffee table that was at least five feet away from him for the remote control.
"Dad's sleeping!" Clint chuckled, sitting back in the couch. "Man, I'm gonna hurl so bad." He grinned. "I'll be puking up my ass!"
Bob began to giggle. "I'll be puking my nuts!"
Scott grinned as well, wanting to join the game. "I'll be puking my foreskin!" he contributed.
"You don't have any." Clint reminded him, a smirk playing on his red lips.
"My point exactly!" Scott guffawed, forgetting about Timber and clapping his hands together as he rocked back onto his backside.
"I'll be puking my virginity!" Timber added.
"Not if I take it first!" Clint exclaimed, a joke too good in his opinion to keep at an indoor voice.
"Then you'll have two!" Scott shot back, wide eyed and chuckling.
"Seriously guys, I'm not even drunk, just tipsy." Bob tried to explain, gesturing very intricately with his finger drawing out his words in front of him.
Clint spat a hollering laugh. "My foreskin Bob! You just superman dived off this frickin couch ya hoser. Yer drunk as Canadian bacon." He exclaimed, his Canadian accent strongly amplified by the vodka.
Timber started giggling. "Safety Dance!" she exclaimed.
"No man, I'm not drunk at all!" Bob objected, shaking his head for a moment too long.
"Shut up man, yer abote as dreunk as a skeunk!" Clint chuckled.
Timber was quiet, seeming to be in a deep state of thought. "Hey Scott, com'ere." She directed, waving him towards her.
Scott just giggled; flailing onto his back so his head was right by her left knee. He arched his back and looked into her glassy eyes, chuckling. "Heeeeeeey." He sang.
"Bob! Com'ere!" Timber commanded, giggling over her plan and holding her stomach.
"I'm NOT drunk!" Bob shouted, pushing off the table and onto his feet. "Look! I can walk in a line."
Apparently Bob hadn't meant a straight line. He footsteps cut into one another and he staggered towards Timber, rum bottle in hand. "What's up? I'm not drunk. What's up?" he asked.
"Yer wasted mahn!" Clint shouted, finding it fun to play with his navel.
"I'm not!" Bob said firmly, sitting down on the edge of the coffee table, but missing and landing flat on his ass on the floor. "I'm not." He reinforced, opening the bottle again and downing a swig.
"If you're not drunk, then prove it." Timber said slowly, biting into her lip. "Kiss Scott on the mouth."
Bob poked his nose in the air. "I'm not drunk." He commented.
"Then kiss him."
"Fine! I'm NOT drunk!" Bob emphasized, looking wide-eyed at her.
Scott was still lying on the floor smiling dazedly. Bob leaned over him and quickly pecked him on his wet lips. As he pulled up he paused. "Man... I'm so drunk!" he chuckled, kissing Scott again and falling beside his eldest brother on his back.
Timber had fallen on her back guffawing, waving her legs in the air. "Payback's a bitch!!!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"You guys 'er such loooosers man, I don't even frickin know you." Clint babbled on, shaking his head.
"Who's a hoser now Canadian boy?!?!" Timber shouted, struggling to lie near Scott and Bob.
"Whatch yer mothe man, watch yer mothe."
* * * Kelly panted vigorously, her palms sweaty and flat against the wall behind Ben's bed. He was leaning his back against that same wall, his head between her hands, his breath released in sputtering gusts. He sat calmly, looking into her face, watching the sweat leak from her pores and dribble over her forehead. She straddled his hips, her legs bent sharply at her knees which collided with the wall upon each thrust forward of his hips. Ben's hands were listlessly planted on the soft but damp skin of her thighs, tightening as she drove herself over him.
"Fuck Ben... FUCK!" she cried lightly, lolling her head back and causing her hair to splash over her shoulder blades. "Ugnhh... harder..." she moaned. "Give it to me." She growled.
Ben slid his hands to her hips, slithering them over her tailbone and cramming her forcefully over his throbbing prick. She slipped onto him like a glove, sliding back with the same ease. This constant, lubricated, rhythmic motion caused a bubble of heat to form in the lower part of his stomach. He gasped lightly, smacking her backside with the flat palm of his right hand, producing a flattering noise over the hum of rap music from his stereo across the room.
"Ughh... Ben..." she whispered, still feeling the need to curtail her gratified noises. Her whimpers were extremely soft, even with her head thrown back in passion.
"Shit Baby..." Ben breathed. "You feel so good every time... Come on... come on..." he panted, finding the warm bubble to be rather painful in a way that made him feel lightheaded and blissful.
"I'm so close..." Kelly whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and thudding her forehead against his. Their skulls seemed to crack together, but she didn't notice with the sudden airiness she was sensing.
A warm rush spread between her legs and she shuddered, her breath ragged against his face. She felt the liquid flood out of her and all around his tool, coating the latex condom between their raw, burning flesh. Ben grunted, tightening his grip on her cheeks and squeezing her backside in release. He gasped at the intensity of his orgasm, the feeling coming as a shock to him each time.
"Fuck..." Kelly breathed. "My God... That was good."
"Fuck yeah..." Ben sighed, still trying to collect his right mind from where it had been thrown in confetti up towards his ceiling.
Silence ensued, both beings just panting and feeling their hearts thud as one. Kelly was first to sever contact, rising on her knees and slipping his shrinking organ out of her. Naked, raw, relaxed, she rolled over onto the bed beside him, steepling her left knee and fanning her face with the waving of her hands by her cheeks.
"How did we rate?" she asked casually.
He slid the stretched condom off of his penis and tossed it carelessly into the trashcan beside his bed. Looking back to her, his eyes scanned her large breasts, lying against her chest, before meeting her eye.
"Two thumbs up, fine family fun." He smirked.
Kelly laughed, looking back at him.
"Spend the night." Ben requested, knowing she wouldn't, but trying his luck anyways. He figured if he was going to fuck her, they should at least pretend to be something more than they actually were.
"I can't." she replied. "I have to get home in a few." She explained.
Ben pouted. "I feel cheap and used." He commented, glancing up at her.
"Good." Kelly smirked.
* * *
"... and like... I sometimes think that... wait... what was I talking about?" Timber slurred on, lying perpendicular to Scott on the floor.
"Shhhhidunno." Bob croaked, somewhere on the other side of the coffee table from her, but within hearing range.
Scott burped loudly. Timber began to laugh. Bob took another swig of rum. Clint called them all 'hosers.'
"Shut the hell up you friggin... maple leaf!" Timber exclaimed, giggling.
Scott burped again and Timber raised her head with much effort off of his stomach. "Dude, that like, resonates inside you when you do that." She informed him.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" Bob sighed loudly. "Let's sing another song." He requested, studying the intricate ceiling.
"We can dance if we wanna!" Timber started up.
"No, no, no!!" Bob shouted. "See, no one ever understands me. I hate it." He commented. "I mean, I always have these cool thoughts and stuff and no one ever gets it!"
"No one gets me either." Clint agreed. "Like, I like my waffles golden. I mean, Scott, the hoser, sticks them in the toaster for like ten minutes! They're like, black! And then he wastes them... then Dave overcooks them... man, you guys are so stupid. Golden. Easy concept."
"Ughhh, shut up Clint! Damn!" Bob shouted. He was lying in front of the couch and swung his arm up to hit Clint, who was lying on across the couch cushions, in the face.
"Hey!" Clint whined. "Fuckin' hoser."
"Say hoser one more time! Say! I'll... man... I'll just.... ARGHHHH!!!!" Scott shouted, balling his fists with blind rage.
"I got one!" Timber exclaimed. "I gots a song!"
"Let's here it." Bob relented.
"Okay, ready?" Timber asked, then cleared her throat with two coughing grunts. "AND IIIIIIIIII-EEEIIIII!!!!! WILLL ALWAYS LOOOOVE YOU-OUUUUU!!!!" she belted at the top of her lungs.
"Shhhhhh!!!" the three Moffatt boys hissed in unison. "You'll wake fucking... the man upstairs!" Scott chuckled, covering her mouth.
"God?" Timber asked.
"Worse, Dad." Bob responded.
As if the middle triplet's words had summoned their father, heavy treading was heard on the steps.
"Shit..."
"What are you kids doing in here?" Frank asked, turning the corner to the living room.
It was empty.
* * *
Timber giggled childishly, holding her hand over Bob's hand, which was over her mouth.
"Keep her quiet!" Scott hissed, peeking around the corner of the sliding door and peaking into his kitchen. "Fuck. Dad's in the kitchen... shit! He found the Absolut! Damnit! Clint, it was your duty to get the bottles!"
"Hey mahn, you stope with yer trebble starting mahn, I don't hahve ta take this. You told us all to cehm ote here, ahnd I grahbbed what I saw, so don't get all mahd. Ya know? Yer one bahd piece of Canadian bacon mahn, one bahd piece."
Timber crumbled down to the floor against Bob's legs, covering her own mouth to suppress hysterical giggling. Her laughter caused quite a ruckus, interspersed with occasional snorts that were very unlike her.
"Do you see anything?" Bob whispered.
Scott turned away from the window, standing flat against the brick wall. He looked at Bob with intense eyes. "Bob..." he said regretfully. "What are we looking for again?" he asked, his tone changing to confused.
Timber snorted again, giggling. Clint unscrewed the cap to the Captain Morgan's bottle and took a long drink. "Wow mahn, thaht really hit the spoht."
"You have a girly voice." Timber informed him in a sudden surge of clear thought. "Like... it's really girly. In fact, all four of you have girly voices."
Bob and Scott, standing against the wall both looked down at her simultaneously.
"What?!" Timber exclaimed defensively. "I mean, my voice is deeper than yours! I should start talking with a high voice. Like this!" she giggled, taking her voice up a few octaves. "I mean, I don't want to be the manliest one of the outfit."
Scott turned to Bob. "Shut her up." He instructed casually.
Timber smirked. "Hey guys, fuck off! I have a plan!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper, sitting haphazardly on floor of the back deck. "Listen!" she urged, though the others were all looking at her. "It's legit! I swear."
"Shhhh! What?" Bob asked, crouching down beside her. He motioned with his hand for Scott to crouch down too.
"So this is what we have to do." Timber said, her eyes large. "We take three pigs, grease them up and write one, two, and four on them respectively. Then we send them inside. That way, you're dad will be so occupied looking for the third pig, that we can just sneak in!"
Bob, clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a loud laugh that exploded from him anyways. Scott, too, held his stomach as he began to laugh quietly, then much louder.
Clint stared down at his brothers and best friend. "You guys are such loooosers mahn. What's yer problem?"
"Awww, Clint, are you mad?" Timber cooed, looking at Bob and snorting.
"Ya, I'm prehtty pissed off mahn! I hahd to come ote here with you hosers and I don't even know what yer talking abote."
"Don't you mean 'aboot?'" Scott teased, holding on to Timber as he chuckled.
"Hey, hey, Clint! Are you pissed off?" Timber restated, holding Scott's knee as she prepared for the punch line of her query.
"Ya!" Clint exclaimed, now standing in plain site of the window.
"Well--- well that's better than being pissed on!" Timber exclaimed, breaking into hysterics.
Bob and Scott followed, crumbling into somewhat of a pile as they joined in their laughter.
"Hosers." Clint muttered belligerently.
"Hose my dick!" Scott shouted randomly.
"Shhh!!!" Bob chided, giggling and covering his brother's mouth. "We gotta go somewhere."
"Let's go to Ben's house!" Timber exclaimed in the same hoarse whisper.
* * *
It wasn't long before Angela's computer was forgotten and Dave was completely relaxed, laying on his back on her bed and staring at the ceiling while she munched on gummy bears and chattered one-sidedly with him.
"And... my father's the youngest one with four older sisters. There's... Isabella, the oldest. She lives in Madrid with my grandparents. And then on that side, there's Carolina, Nina, and Lupe. They live in Madrid too." Angela changed positions from Indian style to lying on her stomach directly beside him. "On my mother's side... she has a brother Antonio, and a sister Selma. Selma is the only other one in the family who lives outside Madrid. She lives in Pamplona... you know Pamplona. That is the bull running. Well actually... of course, Maria lives here. She is my mother's youngest sister." She put another gummy bear in her mouth. "I loved living in Madrid. The atmosphere was so amazing. I am glad I moved, but I still miss Spain very much."
Dave turned his head to face her, studying her features as she spoke. Her eyes were fixated on the bag of gummy bears in front of her, but she was well aware of his movements.
"Dave..." she began slowly, glancing up at him with only her eyes.
"Yeah?" he nearly whispered, his hands rested on his stomach as his chest rose and fell heavily. He felt like reaching out to her at that moment. All he wanted was one taste of her lips, one caress of her skin...
"Did you mean what you said?" she asked softly, slowly, apprehensively. Her eyes finally met his in a firm stare, trying to read his thoughts, trying to test for any sign of untruthfulness.
Dave was confused for a moment. "When I said what?" he asked in the same calm tone as the placidity of the night engulfed them both.
She squeezed a gummy bear between her fingers, biting into her lip before meeting his eye for the final time, this time it would linger. "When you said you loved me."
He audibly gasped, shocked at her straightforwardness. An awkward moment stole the air from the room.
"Because... I am sixteen years old... and sometimes I feel like no one does." She said softly, a blush creeping over her round cheeks. "And then... then I met you..."
Dave choked in a breath, filling his need for air at that moment. "Angela..." he exhaled, his fingers twitching as he longed to reach out and touch her beautiful face. He had to make her sure; he had to let her know.
He spends his nights in California, watching the stars on the big screen...
"... Angela..." he breathed again, his heart overfilling and causing his chest to tighten. "God... I love you even more every... every second I'm around you... I just... I love you so much..." he admitted in a delicate whisper.
Then he lies awake and he wonders, why can't that be me...
Angela scrutinized him for a moment, her eyes warming with a crease in her brow. Before, she had had different intentions... but suddenly, it all seemed right.
Dave kept his eyes glued into hers of a similar hue. She was so close, yet at the same time, she wasn't close enough.
Cause in his life he's filled with all these good intentions... He's left a lot of things he'd rather not mention right now
She kissed him. She kissed him gently, just testing the feel of his lips for a moment. He remained perfectly still, his eyes fluttering closed and his heart thudding in his ears with excruciating rapidity. Their lips touched so softly, it was almost as if she were merely brushing hers over his, caressing his mouth with her own. Her eyes were partially open, but carefully shut as she finally fully settled her lips on his, leaning over him on the white duvet of her bed.
But just before he says goodnight, he looks up with a little smile at me and he says...
She slowly settled her weight onto him, her hand poised but relaxed against his chest. Dave sighed, not able to handle it anymore. He was swelling from the inside and his knees were tingling amorously. He gently touched her shoulder, pausing before he rested his palm against the heavenly gauze of her pajamas.
Tonight, she was his angel.
If I could be like that, I would give anything, just to live one day in those shoes. If I could be like that, what would I do, what would I do...
Angela retreated with her mouth, hovering a barely decipherable space away from him before she lowered her mouth to his again, brushing her lips on his before slowly parting them and kissing him with a slightly opened mouth. She gently tasted him, trying to remember the differences, classifying his distinct feel. Her hand rotated gently on his chest, feeling over his thudding heart, realizing hers was beating as fast as his. She felt love resonate from him as their lips slowly mingled, sucking desperately at one another's. His hand slipped over her waist and she reciprocated by rolling further on top of him.
She spends her days up in the NorthPark, watching the people as they pass...
Dave released a gently moan against her mouth, threading his tongue across her lips, his head gyrating with hers in a sensual motion. Angela responded, stroking his tongue with her own, feeling its softness, savoring the difference, enjoying the delicacy with which he treated her.
And all she wants is a little piece of this dream... is that so much to ask...
Somehow, between the gentle fascinations they shared with one another, they began a round of violent, desperate kisses, her hands tugging at his tee-shirt, pulling it up over his stomach. Dave calmly stroked her back, relaxed with euphoria to the point of deliriousness.
"Dave..." she whispered, severing her thought and sliding her hands over the front of his jeans.
Dave gasped, his eyes opening with shock. He studied her face, searching for signs of falseness. Her dark eyes looked into his and there was desperation behind them that he could not ignore. He grazed his fingers back through her hair.
"I--- I need you Dave..." she almost whimpered, laying off him so she was on her side and could look down his body, starting blindly on the buttons of his jeans while her eyes rimmed with tears.
With a safe home, and a warm bed, on a quiet little street... All she wants is that something to hold on to, that's all she needs...
She systematically unbuttoned his jeans, reaching her hand inside and smoothing it over his manhood, rubbing him up and down for a brief moment. Her hand retracted from his pants, scaling the small area of stomach underneath his navel and tugging up at his tee shirt.
Dave raised his back off the bed, allowing her to remove it before he settled back down, licking his lips and exhaling softly, his right hand crossing his body to her hip, pulling her closer down on top of him. He wanted to feel her lips again.
Angela obediently replied to his oral offering, slipping her tongue along his, his hands coming to support her on the bed on either side of his head. He softly gripped her forearms, holding her to him, trying to ease the pace that was setting, just enjoying the feel of her. He needed her with every breath he took. He had waited what seemed like an eternity in the hell of seeing her with another man...
"I want this to last all night..." he sighed gently; rising to kiss her soft lips once more.
If I could be like that, I would give anything, just to live one day in those shoes...
"For the rest of my life..."
If I could be like that... what would I do, what would I do...
She moved her hands over his chest, her breath taking an uneasy pace as the hot reum started down her cheeks, trickling over his lips when she lowered her face to aid her hands in removing his pants.
He was hard and it was showing. She was vulnerable, and it was showing just as much. Dave strummed his fingers in her curls, silently pleading with her to take things slow, begging her to relax and let the night guide them. He took the lead, maneuvering her onto her back and slipping on top of her.
"I love you." He whispered against her ear before his lips gently caressed her jaw, leading to her throat. He traipsed over her collar, covering the expanse of her chest that was exposed by her undone buttons. His fingers nimbly made their way to undo those that were clasped.
I'm falling into this... in dreams we run away...
"Ohhhh... Dave..." Angela whispered as he worked her panties down on her thighs, burying his head between them.
He attached his lips to her womanhood, improvising due to lack of experience, and sucking against the warm and thin skin. She was so warm compared to the rest of her body. He trickled his fingers on the smoothness of her thighs, his head bobbing gently and slowly, showing her the pace he wanted her to love him with.
The sweet taste was overwhelming and he became aware of her fidgeting above him, her toes curling with abandon. His lips deviated from their target, dropping soft pecks along to inner ridge of her thighs and back up along her stomach. The coolness of the small buttons remaining clasped dissipated under the warmth of his heated lips, changing to the temperature of the thin cotton fabric. He inhaled the scent of her neck and she stretched her arms above her head, letting him take her.
Falling in... I'm falling in to this again...
His fingers carefully slipped the buttons from their holes, exposing more tanned skin to him. Her breaths were coming out in airy gasps.
"I want you so bad." Dave admitted, allowing her to push him over onto his back and mount him.
Her shirt hung open, showing the space of flawless peach between her breasts. He was rock hard by then, straining to break through the button on his boxer shorts. She leaned down over him, crushing her lips against his, her hands scraping up and down his chest. He hummed in pent up enthusiasm, feeling extremely lightheaded and dizzy. Angela left his lips, sucking over them before licking his chin, sucking the bone in her jaw, nibbling at his neck. Her small hands gripped his prick and tugged him upwards.
"Oh God!" Dave moaned, arching his back.
He opened his eyes again, looking down at her licking and nibbling his stomach. Her shirt hung open and her breasts swung freely. He dropped his head back again, moaning as her lips moved back up to his nipples, her hand tugging and stroking his length.
Her lips were near his ear when she whispered, "Do you have a condom?" knowing that she had plenty, but wanting to alert him of her intentions.
Dave's eyes widened, squinting immediately at the blurriness of the ceiling and blinking. "Wait..." he whispered as she started back down his chest with her mouth and hands, her dark curls of hair brushing his burning skin. "Slow down baby..." he breathed.
Angela raised her eyes to him, pausing.
Dave looked back at her innocently; his dark eyes blinking and fluttering dark lashes against tanned skin. "It's... it's my first time." He admitted quietly, blushing.
She remained silent and still, staring into his face. As if nothing had been said, her lips continued over his navel. He was poking out of his boxer shorts. She pulled the waistband downwards, causing him to be concealed for a moment before flapping up to hit his stomach. Angela lowered her lips over him delicately, sucking him down into her mouth. One hand gripping him at the base, the other rested on the soft duvet beside his hip, she blew him with the intentions of finishing him off. Her previous plans left her mind.
Dave's back arched until the top of his head was pressed back into the mattress. His hands snatched fistfuls of her duvet, all of his muscles tightening as he moaned.
"Wait... Angela..." he gasped, his voice strained. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Angela!" he whimpered, his legs tightening to the point of cramping as he spewed his hot cream into her mouth. Spurt for spurt, he was lifted further into oblivion. The dizziness overtook him and he passed out.
Angela slipped her lips off of his soggy erection, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and swallowing. She raised her eyes to his face to see that he was out cold. She pulled the sheets back from the head of the bed and sandwiched them over him.
"I'm sorry Dave." She whispered almost silently, the tears beginning to fall once more.
She sobbed once, climbing off the bed. She sobbed again as her fingers fumbled with the front of her shirt, trying to get the buttons back into place.
"I'm sorry..."
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"Cli-int..." Timber sang, poking her head around the corner from the foyer.
"Cli-int..." Bob sang in the same key, poking his head over her.
"Cli-int..." Scott followed, his head appearing above Bob's.
The eldest brother stepped around the other two and entered the room, clad only in his white Santa Clause boxer shorts. "Do do-do do, ugnh ugnh ugnh!" he began to sing, shimmying to block the television.
"Pow! Ugnh, yeah-yeah-yeah!" Bob continued his song, walking in with the same drama and grace. He was down to his boxers and tee-shirt.
"Whatchaaaa, oooh-oooh doodely-bop-pop!" Timber joined, prancing into the room and standing in front of the big screen, set forward between Bob and Scott. She had shed Bob's jersey and was wearing the same boxers with a tight black tank top.
"I'm J.Lo!" Bob announced proudly, pulling off his tee-shirt to expose the word 'J.Lo' written in red lipstick across his abs.
"I'm Bootylicious!" Scott announced, turning around and tugging down his boxer shorts in the back to show that 'booty' was written on his left butt-cheek, and 'licious' was written on the right.
"And I'm..." Timber turned around to show the writing on her shoulder blades. "Your Mom!" she exclaimed with the same pep, yet seriousness of the other two. Scott tugged his pants up, turning back around and putting his arm around Timber's shoulders, Bob doing the same, but hanging lazily on his friend.
"And we're Destiny's Child!" Timber announced, her right arm around Scott. She used her right hand to make a peace sign.
Clint glared at the three and rolled his eyes. "Losers." He grumbled, still fiddling with the rubrics cube he had found upon their reentry to the kitchen.
The three broke their stance.
"Come on Clint! You can play too." Scott urged. "You can be 'Bootylicious Two.'"
"No! He can be 'Too Bootylicious!'" Timber cackled, doubling over with Bob in laughter.
"Or be 'Hoser Boy,' we don't care! I'm J.Lo!" Bob encouraged.
Clint chucked the rubrics cube at his brother. "Get out of my face." He belligerently ordered.
"Wow Clint. You're mean when you're drunk." Timber commented.
"Yeah, you're mean..." Bob agreed, putting his arm around Timber again.
Scott joined on the other side and grinned.
"But we're Destiny's Child."
"Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya." Scott added, wiggling his hips for emphasis.
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