Author name: Chris Kenworthy
Title: Not Written Yet
Coupling/Genre: Kyle/Tess, later Max/Liz and possibly others.
Disclaimer: I didn't create 'Roswell', I didn't make it a TV series, I didn't originate the plot of 'End of the world' or any others -- I'm just adapting them.
Summary: Something triggers Liz's suspicions about Future Max's mission, and Tess learns what it really means to trim the lamp.
Author's comment: I hope many people like this... it might be the start of an ongoing series, 'Kismet Unchained.' Expect the unusual.
Wednesday, October 25th, 2000. 6:57 pm.
"He can figure it out on his own, they all can," Tess Harding insisted, pacing the length of the room, next to Kyle's bed... or was it her bed, now? She shook her head dismissively, a simple blonde ponytail bobbing about behind her. "They didn't even know where the *pod chamber* was until I came along." She looked Kyle in the eyes for a brief moment before turning away in frustration. "I hate this life!"
With that, Tess collapsed to sit on the corner of her bed, palms resting heavily on her knees, torso bent forward, and let out a deep sigh, then a more normal breath. "I feel better."
Kyle was pushing his knuckles lightly against his cheek, near the corner of his mouth, in a nervous gesture he didn't even notice for staring at her. "You look really great when you're pissed," he blurted out. He linked the fingers of his hands together in front of him, stepping one pace closer to her.
She barely paid that any attention. "Yeah, right."
"No, I'm serious," Kyle insisted. "I feel, like, all this energy coming from you. 'In order to trim the lamp of wisdom,'" he quoted, spreading his hands out flat against each other, "'we must attend to our bodily needs.'"
That got Tess' attention, and she looked up at Kyle out of the corner of her face, a quirky expression transforming itself into quiet amusement, and then reserved interest. With sudden resolve she took to her feet again, standing quite close to Kyle, her eyes focusing steadily on his face.
At that moment, more or less, Liz Parker was stepping up to the door of the Valenti househould, and about to ring a bell, when a rather pensive and weighty expression came to fall upon her own features. She toyed with some important new thought for only a few seconds, and then turned around, without announcing herself after all. Kyle and Tess, therefore never knew that she had been so close to their proximity, and so nearly about to interrupt the scene that was playing itself out in the bedroom.
"Let me tell you something, Buddha-boy," Tess breathed throatily, shifting her weight slightly from foot to foot. "I got a lamp that needs some SERIOUS trimming."
He looked back into her face for a few seconds, gathering up his nerve and hoping that Tess wasn't playing some obscure joke on him, as she seemed so often to be doing. But the avid look she was shooting back at him seemed sincere, and when Kyle bent forward, tilting his head slightly and putting his hands lightly on her forearms, she met him, passively but acquiescent, and their lips met.
Compared to her standoffish body language in the instant leaning up to it, Tess' kiss itself was anything but indifferent. Something indefinable sparked between them in that instant, a searing fervor born of the sudden discovery in each of them, of someone who was drawn to them, fascinated and intrigued.
The clinch quickly deepened and grew more passionate, Tess instinctively letting her lips part for Kyle's questing tongue, coming through to meet with hers. Kyle's hands traced their way up her arms, across Tess' shoulders and upper back, meeting to stroke her skin lightly at the base of her neck, while Tess reached her own arms around Kyle's body and clasped them at the small of his back.
As the frenching got more and more serious, there were balance problems, each of which seemed to make the next one more precarious. Eventually, Tess backed away, at an angle, and sat herself back down on the corner of the bed. This meant, as it happened, that Kyle was wrenched forward into an awkward crouch, his lips still up against hers, and her arms still circling around him.
He let go of the kiss at that point, mumbling something which definitely did not qualify as english, but succeeded in conveying the problem to his make-out partner. Whether the solution was also mentioned in Kyle's untranscribable palaver, or something that Tess hit on herself, was something that no-one will ever know, but it was solved quickly enough: Tess let go with her arms and turned herself at a slight angle on the edge of the bed, so that Kyle could sit down next to her and kiss her again. He did so, quite quickly.
The soft mattress underneath their seats and upper thighs was comfortable, and encouraged Tess to experiment. She sucked on his upper lip softly, and then began the tongue play herself, stroking the face of his front teeth and the inside of his lip with her soft pink organ. Kyle's hands were in motion again, his left hand stroking her back through her multicolored silk sweater, and the fingers of his right were softly running through her hair, between forehead and ear, sending a tingle through her. Wanting to return the favor, she ran her palm along his chest, and then daringly dived underneath the bottom edge of his grey t-shirt (which had come untucked at some point or another,) to tickle his flat, sleek stomach.
The breath was forced out of Tess all at once, and she realized that Kyle had laid back on the bed, stretching out his legs, and pulling her onto him with that one hand, which was still flat on her back. Her weight was mostly resting on him... her chest, or the left half of it at any rate, pressing down firmly against his, and each of them had one hip pretty much pressing against the other's crotch. The sudden intimacy of contact was tremendously exciting, and she could feel her heart rate pick up... heck, she could feel his heart rate pick up, they were so close, not to mention a few other bodily changes; the stiffening of a bulge in Kyle's pants and of sensitive nubs, snugly encased inside her bra, and a semi-familiar twinge of activity further down.
Tess' ponytail was falling down past her head to graze Kyle's chin, and she was aware of a strong and masculine scent filling her lungs. Kyle smiled nervously up at her, and began to rub the side of her torso, up and down, (well, towards her head and towards her feet, which wasn't really up and down at the moment, since she was mostly horizontal,) with all of his hand. Tess' breath caught as the repeated tug this way and that on her shirt began to further stimulate her ardent breast...
Her breast -- which Kyle's hand was creeping slowly closer to as he repeated his motion. Tess froze for a second, and then smiled, encouraging him on...
"Hey, where are you two??" The voice called, calm and strong, up the hall, and Tess practically spun over Kyle and off the bed, nearly losing her balance and grabbing the small dresser underneath the window with both hands. Kyle sat up in concern, offering a helpful hand, but his face was full of panic as he recognized his father's voice.
Tess shot him a look that was supportive, mutually guilty, and supressing a laugh all at once, and they stayed very quiet, trying to calm their overactive hormones as much as possible before answering Jim Valenti. When he started saying hello again, Kyle replied "Yeah, dad, I'm in here. Tess was... was asking my opinion on doing a little redecorating."
Footsteps came up the hall, and Jim opened the door -- Tess gave him a tiny wave hello, though she seemed to be trying to make her cheeks pale by sheer force of will. Jim didn't seem to pay much attention to anything but the irregularly shaped blotch of pink color over the head of the bed though.
"Maybe something else, alright??" he said softly. "The grain of the wood on these walls is so naturally beautiful, why would you want to cover it up? Maybe a stain??"
"Umm... sure, alright," Tess managed to choke out.
"Nothing on for dinner?" Jim continued. "It was your turn I think Kyle."
"Erh... I kinda got distracted," he muttered.
"Well, I guess we could order in some delivery," the Sheriff mused. "Mexican sound good?"
"Sure," Tess breathed, and her knees shook once Jim was out of sight. Kyle, who seemed to have recovered more of his composure, laid a finger silently across her lips, his eyes straying to notice how full and luscious they were, and smiled. The expression in his eyes promised that this was not over or finished, simply postponed for a more appropriate time and place.
She smiled shyly at the thought and followed him out of the room, ducking into the bathroom as Kyle headed out to the living room.
Streets of Roswell.
Anyone who followed Liz Parker as she left the Valenti place would have been somewhat puzzled as to her agenda. But there was no such person, unless you think of yourself as 'following' her through this narrative, which is entirely up to you.
She first hurried back through the long avenues towards downtown, but not quite back to her home at, (strictly speaking, above) the Crashdown Cafe. She hurried quickly up the street opposite, paying intense interest on a particular darkened storefront, then after walking past it for perhaps thirty seconds, she did an abrupt about-face, hurried back and let herself in with the largest key on the flying saucer keyring that Amy DeLuca had given her two years before.
She closed the door of the congressional office behind her quickly and scanned the interior carefully... worried about something. But whatever, or whoever, she was looking for was definitively not present, and so quickly she began to search the premises, abstracting a second set of keys from a small drawer and using it to inspect every part of every room as quickly as she could.
Once she had found one particular item, though, Liz stopped almost instantly. She tried to slip the heavy black device into her pants pocket, but there was no way that it would fit, so she grabbed a nondescript black purse, stuffed it inside, and left the office at a dash. She looked around as she left, nearly in a panic, and hurried down to second street, wondering when the next eastward bus would come.
It took about ten minutes to arrive, without much incident, and she rode all the way to Wrangler street, the nearest stop to Max's house, and also the end of the line where the bus turned about to head back across town. Liz walked up the street, and then did a sudden double-take, grabbed the purse and looked at it. She found a hedge and managed to make a hole where she could put the entire bag without it being obvious unless you knew exactly where to look for it. Something seemed to be nagging at her about leaving it behind though, and she opened up the purse, looking through what all had been inside it before she made her own addition.
She was in luck, apparently. There was paper and two black pens, and she sketched the designs from the top face of the black device onto a sheet of typing paper, then folded up the paper and put in, and a pen, into her pocket. Then she re-stowed the purse and ran up to Max's door.
Max's father answered the door, but he was at home, and soon the two of them were in the Evans' back yard. "What's this about, Liz?" Max asked nervously. "You seem really upset about something."
"It... well, it's complicated," she muttered. "I... you remember that black pentagon device Brody Davis had at the UFO center?"
"I just found one in Whittaker's office."
Max's eyes widened for a second. "Oh. So maybe those things are connected with our enemies... with the skins. One may have lost his or gotten killed, and that's how Brody got his hands on it."
She nodded. "I didn't fool around with it much, but there seems to be a way to adjust it to any of five settings. That has to have been why it blasted Michael but not you... Davis fiddles with his every so often, and it was on a stun setting for Michael and a nonresponsive setting for you."
Max nodded, and she brought out her paper. "I sketched the designs onto here," she mentioned, showing him the rough five-segmented shape. "There's a blue bar on the side which I think indicates the active setting. Do you have any idea which setting symbol it was on when you saw it??"
Max frowned. "I'm not sure if I even noticed a blue bar."
"Concentrate, Max. This could be important."
He paused for a long few seconds. "Could be this one," he said, tapping one of the five glyphs, "or maybe this. I can't be certain of anything, though." Liz scowled, and then quickly wiped the expression off of her face. "Why is this so important, anyway? I admit, it could be a useful weapon - IF it affects the skins the same way it does us. But..."
"Oh, never mind," Liz mumbled, making a few tiny marks on the paper with her pen and folding it up again. "I'm sorry I bothered you with this."
"No, I'm glad you told me." Max sighed. "Liz, I have tickets for a Gomez concert in Santa Fe, this Friday. I'd really like it if you could go with me."
Liz blinked in surprise, and a low whine escaped from the back of her throat an instant before she could clamp it off. "Max, I... I'll have to think about it."
"Alright," he told her. "Tell me by tomorrow, if you can."
She smiled, and started to hurry off. "Hey, can I give you a lift back downtown??" Max asked. "I was thinking of eating at the Crash anyway."
"Of course you were," Liz muttered under her breath. She weighed the situation carefully for a few moments. "Alright."
When Max dropped her off in the parking lot, she said thanks and quickly hurried up the street, then crossed it and back down. When she came back into Whittaker's office, HE was there this time.
"What the hell is going on?" he growled. "Tess was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He already went inside."
"I don't think she's coming," Liz said flatly. "I didn't go and get Tess after all."
His face... Max Evans' face, more than a dozen years older, twisted into cold anger. "And why, exactly, not??"
"I, uh, I... I'm having a lot of problems with this so-called 'plan' of yours!!" Liz squeaked, suddenly afraid. "You say that Tess is the key, that if she'd been with you, you could have won. But it doesn't sound like you've even seen her since she left Roswell, which was, what, at least thirteen years ago your time. How can you be sure?"
"She's the only chance that we've got left," Future Max growled. "And I have other sources of information... sources that I can't tell you about because it would disrupt the timeline. You cannot know too much, or the disruption might be even greater than the good of the mission I'm trying to complete here. I'm walking on a knife edge!!"
"I'm sorry about that," Liz told him flatly. "But you're going to have to give me *something* more if you want to convince me to go ahead with this plan. There has to be some other way, some other ally that could give you at least as much power as Tess could. And even if it's all up to Tess, there has to be some other way to convince her to stay in Roswell... some other way to make her bond as a part of the group without tearing my life and Max's life apart, for the good of the world!!"
Future Max was just staring at her. "He asked me to go see Gomez today," she sighed. "I want to go with him SO much, and I really don't see why it should be up to me to have to sacrifice that."
"I didn't think it was this early," Future Max said with a small smile. "I remember asking you to Gomez... you turned me down, and I was crushed, yet again. That night, I stayed in Roswell myself, not using any of the tickets. I came to your balcony, and..."
"Oh my god," Liz breathed. "What happened??" Future Max didn't answer. "That's what you meant about changing, and growing deeper, isn't it?" She stared up into his eyes. "You made love to me?"
"We made love together," Future Max corrected, with a slight smile. "And yes, that's when it started. It didn't take Tess long to notice that something had changed with us. She ran away before December."
Liz shook her head, frustrated with how he kept bringing the subject back to Tess. "Well, what if I just agree to go to Gomez, and leave the hot sex for later??"
"DO YOU THINK THAT THIS IS A JOKE, LIZ??" he roared, waving his hands expansively. Something seemed to tug at one of Liz's legs, and it nearly slipped out from under her. She managed to make her way to a chair and sit down.
"You could have hurt me," she said loudly, taking special care to let the surprise and disappointment show in her voice. "How is it possible, that you, of *all* people, could hurt me??"
"I didn't mean to," Future Max insisted, hurrying over and bending down as if to look at her leg.
"I'm fine," she insisted, shooing him away. He sat up on the edge of a table and looked down into her face.
"I never thought I could hurt you myself," he admitted. "But... Michael and Isabel were killed. Things looked bad for you, and Serina and the rest of the people I care for, at the time that I left. I swore to myself that I would NOT let that happen again."
"I don't think that hurting and threatening me is going to help you much," she muttered, "and killing me would be especially counterproductive. Maybe you should just try to find someone else to pull of your plan - I just can't do it, Max!! I promise that I won't try to interfere, if you do."
"It's got to be you, no-one else," he insisted. "Maybe... if I tell you what I can, will you keep an open mind, think about what I'm telling you? I'm no more eager to give up everything that I remember, about you and I, but I really do think that it's necessary."
"Hmmm." Liz thought. "Alright. What can you tell me about our life together? Did we get married??"
"We got married in Vegas," Future Max said, and chuckled to himself as Liz's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
Liz made time that evening, after making sure that Future Max had gone away to wherever he was staying when he wasn't trying to destroy her life and wasn't following her, to visit Michael and talk to him about about the alien pentagon as well. He seemed very irritable and frustrated, and didn't have much that he could tell her, since he had never gotten close enough to get a good look at Brody's pentagon when it had zapped him.
When she got back to the Crashdown, it was getting late and not many people were around. Alex was sitting in a booth and he waved Liz over as soon as he saw her... as she got closer she noticed that he was nursing a root beer float. "Not a good sign."
"Hey, Parker," Alex smiled tightly. "Have you heard the latest?"
"Ummm... what do you... did you see..." Liz shrugged to herself and shut up. "I'm not sure. What is it?"
"About Michael, and Maria, and Courtney??" Liz thought for a moment.
"I don't think so, assuming the latest is less than a week old or so."
"Oh well then..." Alex sighed, and Liz realized that he was really upset about this. "Let's see. Courtney hanging around the kitchen, kinda flirting with Michael, right? And completely in front of Maria."
"That's old news," Liz said, sighing.
"Just setting the stage. Michael says that he's still suspicious about her, the way she just kinda showed up in town this summer, the fact that Whittaker had pictures of her. He thought there was something more about the way she was so 'interested' in him all the time, like maybe she had a notion that he was..." Liz nodded. "Well, Maria kinda broke into her locker here at the cafe while no-one was around, and found a circle of 'our three friends'..." The way he said that last phrase was clearly emphasized, "and Michael's face was circled. She got a little freaked and started asking if anyone knew where Courtney left when her shift was over, and Jose said that Michael gave her a ride home on the bike."
"Oh, man." Liz groaned.
"Yeah. She gets over there, and Michael says that he's just trying to get to the bottom of things, and then Courtney comes into the room wearing a towel and nothing else. Maria freaked out and left at that point."
"Hmmm." Liz thought about that. "Well, I can understand why she's upset, and knowing Michael he's probably being a usual dumbass about it. but I'm not sure he's entirely in the wrong. I mean... what if he really WAS just trying to go undercover, as it were. Pretending he's interested in her as a guy hot for a girl, trying to use that to figure out her secret." She sighed.
"Yeah, I thought about that too." Alex nodded. "But I'm not sure if it's a good idea to tell Maria that... she's REALLY upset about the whole thing."
"Hmmm. Maybe that's the best reason to try to broach the subject with her." Liz stayed silent a moment, pensively. "I know that it would tear me up inside if it were Max who had to do something like this... to try to get close to some girl by dating her, kissing her, what have you. But if I knew he were doing it for the right reasons, I think I could manage. Because I would know that he's thinking about me, inside. I can't believe that Michael really feels more for this Courtney girl than he does for Maria."
"No, not when you put it like that maybe," Alex said. "But I'm not sure I'd put it past him to fool around with a pretty girl for a passing diversion, because she's less high maintenance than Maria is." Liz frowned at that thought.
Edge of town.
"I'm not really sure that this is a good idea," Tess muttered, slowing down to take the unmarked turn-off that Kyle had pointed out.
"Come on, Venus-girl," he whispered. "Trust the earthborn. This sort of situation is exactly why there's a makeout point in every town in America with at least three teenagers, or so." He thought about that a second. "Well, not precisely this sort of situation, in that usually the kind of people who are sneaking out and doing what we're wanting to do are not living under the same roof and worried about the same parental figure finding them, but that's a harmless anomaly. Umm, where was I?"
"Trying to convince me that the best place to trim our lamps is in my car," Tess replied with a bit of a sardonic edge.
"Well, umm, first off, to be precise, trimming the lamp of wisdom is the part that comes after," Kyle clarified. "We should probably keep that straight. And to be honest, I'm not sure how far we're going to be able to get towards 'satisfying the urges of the body' here... but it's better than trying to do it at home with my dad hanging around all evening. And -- well, do we really have any alternative venues available?"
"Hmmm... well, there's... no, probably not. Or we could, ehh, that's probably not a good idea either." She sighed. "Well, we *could* go back to my dad's house... it wouldn't take too long to fix up a little love nest or something... and I'm sure there's not much chance that a killer alien would really come back there. It was probably just Whittaker who broke in and searched the place, and she's dead now." She shot a predatory grin over at Kyle. "The element of fear will probably just make it hotter."
Kyle blanched a little. "Uhh, well, I'm up for it if you are!"
Tess thought. "Nah, we can try that tomorrow. For tonight, I'm content to do it the human way." She laughed, and parked the car in an available clear space, a little away from anything else, though they could see some other cars nearby. "This good?"
Kyle thought. "Yeah... not a primo view, but then I can just look over at you." He chuckled, and Tess blushed a little. "We don't really need scenery, do we?"
"I guess not."
Kyle turned on the interior light to its dimmest setting and looked speculatively at Tess for a few seconds. "You really don't have much experience with this, do you? What, was that time you and Evans made out in the rain your first kiss?"
"Kyle!!" she exlaimed in sudden mortification. "Technically, the second, but the first was so pitiful that I really wish he *was* the first."
That set Kyle back for a second. "What was your life like, before you came here to Roswell, anyway? I mean, I know you and Noriega moved around a lot, but did you go to school like a normal person?"
"Almost like a normal person," she bit back. "I, I dunno, I guess I just--"
"Didn't mix socially with the inferior homo sapiens much??" he asked softly. Tess looked over at him and nodded sadly.
"Well, I have to admit, I'd never have guessed it from that kiss you gave me back in the room... or kisses, I suppose. You got moves, girl; must be a natural. But, well, I have to say I have a little experience in this area, so let me show me a few things. Come on." He opened his door a crack.
"What, where are you going??" she asked. "I thought we were going to..."
"Back seat," he explained. "More comfortable. No gearshift or other stuff in the way. Does it recline all the way back, by the way??"
"Umm, I think so," she said, getting out of the drivers' seat herself.
Once the reclination had been arranged, they sat next to each other on the vaguely-flat back seat, and Kyle kissed her again, gently and sweetly, and broke off, looking deep into her eyes in the dim light. He brought his lips back to hers again, but this time they didn't stay there, instead making their way up the side of her face to her ear, and then down her throat to the smooth skin of her neck. Tess gasped at the sensation, her eyes glazing over slightly, her breathing becoming deeper and more regular.
Kyle once again moved off a little and looked at Tess, grinning to himself. "Never felt anything like that before, huh??" She caught his eyes and shook her head a little, still gasping softly. "Necking. Another 'homo sapiens' classic pastime. Well, we explored first base pretty thoroughly this afternoon... wanna give second a try??"
"Second... second base?"
"Yep. You've heard of it I assume?"
"Well, yes, but never been sure exactly what it..."
"Then let me demonstrate," Kyle chuckled, "and tell me if I'm going too far." His fingers suddenly began to work, quickly and with no apparent lack of ease, on the tiny buttons running down the front of the plain blue cotton shirt she was wearing. Kyle had told her to change before they left, and she was also wearing a fairly short pleated skirt, and had decided to let down her hair. She smiled as he unfastened the last one in what seemed like record time, and shrugged the material off of her arms and tossed it into the front seat with gusto. Kyle wasted no time in tugging up the hem of the next layer down, a dark gray linen camisole undershirt, and Tess laughed softly as she lifted her hands above her head so that Kyle could remove that as well.
Kyle seemed to beam as he watched her for a moment, only wearing a pale pink lycra demibra above the waist, but didn't make any move to remove it immediately, to Tess' obvious surprise. Instead, he focused his attention on the pale flesh that had been exposed already... stroking and caressing her trim belly and lower back, bending over to nuzzle and nibble affectionately around the skin of her shoulder and collarbone.
It might have been a diversionary tactic. Tess was so absorbed in the sensations of these simple caresses that she missed the moment when the clasps holding straps together behind her were popped open, and gazed up at Kyle pulling the cups gently away from her bosom as if he were a magician pulling a string of colored hankerchiefs out of her mouth. Kyle smiled, and moved his head up to kiss her again, adoring her tongue with his own as his fingers traced the bare curve of her breasts for the first time. The first time, for *any* fingers -- well, except her own.
The impact of Kyle's ministrations was beginning to hit Tess more and more solidly... her eyes were screwed up in the delicious intensity, and her body was already rocking back and forth on the seat in restless anticipation. His talented fingers teased their way along the undersides of her firm titties, up the sensitive line of her cleavage, and then he released the french kiss, taking in every bit of the beautiful sight before him, tucking a lock of Tess' loose hair behind her ear. He kissed her again, this time with his lips closed. His mouth turned up into a smirk of anticipation.
Kyle then directed the attention of his hands for the first time to her nipples... well, the right singular in point of fact. First brushing his fingertips over it so lightly that she could barely feel them, then touching more definitely and retreating, then stroking the swelled nub softly, and rubbing it more firmly. Her rich pink node, already indirectly stimulated from the previous foreplay, reacted by redoubling its growth and sensitivity, and Tess moaned clearly around his lips. Kyle tweaked the sweet node playfully, then pinched it delicately, and then bent down, leaving a trail of kisses and soft licks along Tess' upper torso until his lips could pay worship to the temple of her bosom directly.
He licked and sucked at the center of her right breast first, while working the left nipple with his fingers to allow it to play catch-up, and Tess had just about enough clarity of mind left to lean back at what she hoped was a helpful angle, supporting the weight of her upper torso on one arm and the interior side of the car as well as she could. Kyle responded by alternating quickly between the left breast and the right, astounding her with the variety of his tricks, now blowing gently on the smooth sensitive flesh and making her shiver, now nibbling, and lapping at the slightly more textured skin of one areola and finally, sending her over the edge of madness by taking her left nubbin between his teeth and chewing on it, ever so carefully.
"That's it, enough teasing," she babbled. "It always feels like it's plenty, plenty to bring me over and content me, just from what you're doing there at second base, but it never is. Please, Kyle, finish me!"
He smiled that smile at her that promised such devious delight. "Lie back down, all the way, and pull up your skirt."
Tess giggled to herself happily as she followed her instructions, and then did one other thing. Waving her hand in the vicinity of the pink thong panties she had put on, the material suddenly seperated from itself and fell away. Kyle's mouth dropped open.
"Handy little talent," he muttered, shaking his head with a broad smile. But it didn't take long for him to move in, beginning to manipulate her slick lips and proud little mountain with his suppple, attentive fingers, and then bending over to attack her venus peak with his tongue and lips, licking softly at first, and then sucking at her clit and getting more inventive with it.
Kyle gasped in confused surprise, but continued on, and it didn't take long for Tess to explode, her body convulsing and a wave of moisture emerging from the depths of her crevice, which Kyle tasted eagerly, then licking and nuzzling her inner thighs as she came down. "How was that?" he asked her after a long moment, smug as a cheshire cat.
"You were amazing," she said, quickly moving to try to put herself into some kind of better order. Kyle reached out a hand to restrain her. "I like you better looking just like that."
She blushed, and contented herself with cleaning up the seat from the little pools of sweat and other fluids that had gotten onto it, using a tiny box of tissue paper that seemed to have emerged from nowhere. "You... did something happen to you, just before I..." she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I kinda... I saw something, though I'm not sure I know what it was. I'd rather not talk about that, right now, is that alright?" he mumbled.
"Okay, sure. Well, now, as I understand earth customs, it's appropriate for me to return the favor now??" Her face seemed to gleam in anticipation.
"Up to you... I certainly wouldn't object. How do you want me?" After a second, he added, "Do you, I mean, know what to do, or would you like me to lead you through it??"
"I think I have a few n-notions I'd like to try out," she stammered. "I've never been this far before in person, as you know, but I've... well, I did a little research over the net this summer. Didn't want to be left behind." There was a pause, and then she blurted out, "I mean, I don't know exactly what Max has done with Liz, but..."
"Hey, here's an idea," Kyle broke in softly. "Why don't we just not talk about Max like that, when we're together, huh?? I don't think that leads to anywhere good."
"Alright," she said, "I'll do my best. Now, why don't you just lean back and, umm, open up -- and let me know if I'm doing something wrong or missing anything obvious, all right."
"Okay. Like this??" Kyle tried lying across the back seat crosswise to the length of the car, and it seemed to work pretty well, unzipped his pants and took his member out of his boxers, shrugging both them and the jeans down a little way. It wasn't hard to see, even in the dim light, that his general was not at full attention, and Tess chose the same technique that Kyle had used on her to remedy that problem - begin the foreplay in other areas. She bent her head down over his at an angle, kissing him lustily, her bare breasts pressing against his still-clothed chest. Laughing nervously, she ran her hands all through his hair, disarraying it and caressing his scalp everywhere that she could, and teasingly used her knee to check if his cock was ready for her attention. It felt stiff and stupendous.
"Ready for it?" she asked him in a soft purr.
"Ohh, I think I'm ready. You're doing very well so far, I have to say." Kyle chortled to himself.
Tess rearranged herself, orienting on his hefty erection, first devouring it with her eyes, and then exploring it with hands and fingertips, trying an experimental pump and feeling the soft trace of sticky lubricant adhere to her skin. Daringly, she brought her mouth into play quickly, sticking out her tongue to lick the head. Kyle's enthusiastic groaning encouraged her to continue tonguing her way up and down the shaft several times, and then she took his head between her lips, sucking hard, licking the tip of his member within her mouth, and swallowing as much as she could, letting the length of his rod go back to the edge of her throat again as her hair fell about his upper thighs and right hip. She inhaled quickly and then gave him another hard suck.
"YEAARHHHH!!!" The discharge of thick sticky paste in the back of her mouth caught her by surprise, but also quickened her heartbeat in a good way, and she swallowed the knot of salty cream instinctively, pulling back a little and letting her tongue curl about his meat. Bllamm -- there was a second eruption of come, and she had to open the corners of her mouth to try to take another breath before even attempting to swallow again, and the sensation of cool air hitting the saliva his rod was bathed in made Kyle's anatomy let go of another half discharge. Tess swallowed gamely, traces of semen already leaking out of the corners of her mouth, but some of the viscous mass tried to go down the wrong way and she coughed violently, with the result that a tiny spot of mixed sperm and phlegm landed on the back of the passenger seat headrest. Kyle quickly removed his sensitive flesh from the vicinity of Tess' teeth, afraid that something might go wrong.
"Ooooh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tess muttered, picking up the box of tissues again and wiping away the evidence of her misdeed. "I know, I know that was not the right thing to..."
"It's okay," Kyle insisted, putting his hands on hers, and gathering the blonde girl into his embrace. "It's not like this was on purpose, and frankly I wouldn't have been that offended if you'd spit out intentionally. That's not so important. What does matter is... you give a hell of a hummer, girl!"
She tittered nervously. "You really liked it?"
"Of course I did!" He tucked his equipment back inside the boxer shorts, and took a tissue to wipe away the spots at the corners of her mouth. "Well, you've come, I've come, and it's getting pretty late. We should be heading back, or the fuhrer's going to wonder what's up."
"In a minute, okay?" she told him. "I just want to sit here for a bit, and besides I'm not sure if my brain and muscles are getting enough blood yet for safe driving."
So they rested in the back seat, arms around each other.
A car door opened, and Liz crept out of her mother's car. Her mother's car, which she was not allowed to drive, especially not without asking, and past her curfew. But her mother was asleep already, her father would be watching television for at least another forty-five minutes, and she had one small matter to attend to.
She waited until the traffic across Second was clear, (muttering to herself that she should have braved the left turn and parked on the north side if she weren't a wuss,) and hurried over towards the stretch of greenery near the bus stop.
"Yes!!" she muttered, finding the object of her search still undisturbed -- Whittaker's purse. "Can't believe I forgot this when Max asked to drive me back downtown," she muttered under her breath on her way back. "Though I kinda did need to go with him, and couldn't risk picking it up and having it close to him when I still don't know what setting it's on. But I could have come back here earlier maybe."
Sighing, she got back behind the steering wheel and realized that she would need to make a left after all, to get back on the street heading back west towards home. "Damnit."
TO BE CONTINUED...