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Chapter 30
The days quickly flew by for the entire group of friends. Day by day, they all eventually returned to Boston until all were reunited on New Years Eve. Isabel organized an impromptu party at Max and Michael’s apartment, complete with alcohol, confetti, streamers, noise makers, food and silly hats.
“Liz, would you please put the champagne to chill” Isabel requested as she hauled around decorations from one side of the living room to the other. Behind her trailed Alex who picked up everything she kept dropping along the way.
“Sure thing” Liz easily agreed and grabbed the four bottles from the coffee table. “What are you doing?” she scolded as she walked into the kitchen and found both Michael and Max snacking on the appetizers Isabel made. “Isabel is gonna kill you if you eat all of those” she warned and nearly laughed at loud when their faces took on expressions of apprehension.
Isabel was famous for her planning but she was also famous for her temper if someone didn’t cooperate with her. Michael and Max both knew this fact well enough and quickly pushed the tray away.
“Here, let me help you” Max offered and grabbed two of the bottles from Liz’s arms while Michael walked out, leaving the two alone.
“Thanks” Liz smiled and bent down to place the bottles on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. Just as she rose up again, Max pulled her against his hard body, effectively making his erection known. “Max…” Liz moaned and felt her panties soak with the knowledge that he was hard and ready for her. She loved how she hardly had to do anything to arouse him.
“You shouldn’t bend down in such a short skirt” he whispered against her ear, causing an excited shiver to run up Liz’s spine.
Gracefully turning in his arms, Liz tossed him a sexy smirk as she wound her arms around his neck. “Maybe you should teach me a lesson” she invited and didn’t bother to hold back a pleased grin when Max lowered his mouth to her collarbone. He placed several, open mouthed kisses to her smooth skin before trailing his lips up to nip on her earlobe.
“I want to baby…” Max quietly breathed. “But we can’t. Not with everyone here” he stated, knowing that it was almost impossible for the two to be quiet during sex.
“I don’t care” Liz shook her head and tugged on Max’s arm until he followed her to the small pantry door. “I’m so horny for you right now” she moaned and firmly pressed her lips to his.
Max was helpless to her ministrations and quickly got swept up in the kiss.
“God I love you so much” he murmured and hefted her up into his arms. Liz’s grin turned into a look of ecstasy as Max pushed the tiny g-string away and plunged two fingers deep into her drenched pussy. “You’re so wet for me baby” he said in approval and let out his own groan as Liz sucked on the skin just below his collar.
Liz’s fingers stumbled as they tried to pull his jeans open and nearly called out in triumph when they finally slid down his hips. “Fuck me” she demanded and moaned in bliss when he pulled her down onto his large cock.
“With pleasure” Max muttered and thrust up hard into her waiting pussy. Both hissed in satisfaction as he bounced her on his thick cock.
In an effort to stay quiet, they fused their mouths together in a hungry kiss full of passion. Skillfully, Liz clenched her muscles tightly around him then swallowed his groans of pleasure. “Baby, your dick feels so good” she whispered against his mouth and felt him twitch inside her. “Fuck me harder Max” she pleaded and tightly held onto his neck when he did just that.
“Are you close?” Max whispered in her ear and was awarded a loud breathy moan in response.
Gracelessly, Max pushed her top up to reveal her braless breasts and quickly latched his mouth onto one stiff nipple. “Oh god… that’s it… I’m so close” Liz whimpered as he roughly sucked the tip before switched to her right nipple. “I’m coming….Max” Liz said from where her face was buried against his neck.
Two strokes later and Max followed her into completion, groaning her name against her chest.
“Hmmm… that was so good” Liz said as he lowered her onto the ground.
Max didn’t bother to hold back a smirk at the compliment and easily returned the sentiment. “Do you think anyone heard?” he wondered as they hastily straightened up their clothes and fixed their mussed hair.
“There’s no way” Liz stated confidently. “We were completely quiet” she explained and offered Max a sexy smile before stepping out of the pantry.
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“I think I’m scared for life” Isabel stated from where her head rested beneath a thick pillow.
Michael, who held Maria in his lap, tried not to laugh at her dramatics. For the two of them, hearing Max and Liz have sex was no big deal since it wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Tess and Kyle who had also done their share of noise making and hearing were also unaffected by the whole thing but Isabel was Max’s sister and completely disgusted.
“Urg! I hate my brother”
~&~&~&~&~&
Later that night, the group of eight sat around the living room. They had broken up into groups either playing a board game, watching movie on TV or lounging around watching everyone else.
It was a strange occurrence since five of them were a part of the Greek society and could have easily attended more than a dozen different parties but it seemed that it wasn’t so important anymore. Kyle and Liz’s life of late parties, random flings and casual sex was long gone while both Isabel and Tess were more open and fun loving. Maria had always been a drifter. She partied if her friends were at a party or she was a homebody if everyone just wanted to stay home.
Another fun fact was how well everyone got along with each other. Kyle was a popular athlete that joked around Alex, the computer nerd. Michael, the rebellious stonewall watched cartoons with Liz, the social butterfly, whenever she was around on a Saturday morning. Together, they made a strange group but… it worked.
“Okay guys, we have exactly… forty five seconds” Isabel announced and quickly handed out the bags of confetti and noise makers.
“Did I remember to tell you how cute you look?” Max asked as he teasingly shifted the cardboard crown Liz wore. It was gold and glittery while Max’s top hat has decorated with blue sequence. All their hats were either shiny or feathery like accessories for some old fashioned harlequin party.
“You just did” Liz murmured and lifted her chin to receive a kiss when Isabel’s voice wafted to their ears.
“Save it for midnight” she scolded, all the while never away from the television where Dick Clark stood in Times Square. Neither bothered to wonder how she knew that they were about to kiss. They didn’t have to… it was Isabel.
10…9…8…
Liz and Max stood together with noise makers propped in their mouths and confetti in their hands.
7…6….5…
Michael refused to get up and pulled Maria down against him. As the count continued to wind down, their lips met in a fiery kiss.
4…3…2…
Tess stood, unconsciously playing with the locket around her neck. Behind her stood Kyle who tightly wrapped his arms around her small frame and placed little butterfly kisses along her neck. Valiantly, she tried to hold in a giggle at the ticklish feeling.
1…
Isabel tossed a handful of confetti in the air and placed her lips against Alex’s as the brightly colored paper rained down around them.
The other couples began to kiss, all the while never noticing that both Michael and Maria were suspiciously missing.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Harder Michael… god yes… hmmm…” Maria moaned and continued to push back against him. A feeling of euphoria quickly traveled up her body as Michael removed one hand from her hip and quickly started to rub fast circles against her aching clit. “More…” she pleaded and wailed in ecstasy when he began to thrust harder into her dripping pussy.
Free to let go, Michael pushed inside her several times before letting go and releasing a river of cum into her drenched core.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Seriously… is it too much to ask that a couple waits until they’re alone before… going at it?!” Isabel questioned, incredulously as they heard Maria reach her peak. The sounds of her loud cries were quickly followed by Michael’s answering groan.
Hearing the two got off seemed to do something to both Kyle and Tess who quickly made up an excuse to leave and hurried back to the Delta house for some alone time. Amidst their hasty departure was laughter from both Max and Liz who realized exactly what they’re friends were in a hurry to go do.
~&~&~&~&~&
The next morning, Liz was helping Max clean up the living room when his cell phone sprang to life, filling the room with an old John Lennon song. Liz recognized the ringer as the one belonging to Diane and walked into the kitchen to give him some privacy.
There were still dirty dishes in the sink and leftover food on the counter. Quickly, Liz got to work storing the food away in Tupperware containers to be refrigerator and was just loading the dishwasher when Max walked in, wearing a strange expression. “What is it?” Liz immediately asked. “Is everyone okay?”
“What? Oh… everything’s fine” Max stated though he still wore a dazed expression.
“Okay Max, you’re starting to scare me” Liz admitted and watched several emotions appear in his eyes before realization finally landed.
“I’m sorry” Max apologized and opened his arms to Liz who quickly walked into his embrace. Together, they sat on one of the dining chairs, basking in each other’s presence as he began his story. “That was my mom” he stated unnecessarily. “She was calling from Paris. Her and my dad got back together” he said, dismayed while Liz hoped he would be happy for them when he finally got over his shock.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Hmmm… Alex” Isabel moaned as her hands drifted down to tunnel through his soft, dark locks. “That feels so good” she panted and when his hands trailed up to her large breasts and skillfully began to tug on her nipples. “Ah… Alex” she whimpered as his tongue continued to dip in and out of her wet core.
Alex felt his cock harden even more, if that was possible, at the sexy sounds she was making. Desperate to hear his name on her lips like that again, he attached his mouth to her engorged clit and sucked until she came apart, chanting his name in satisfaction.
As she tried to calm her harsh pants and rapidly beating heart, Alex kissed his way up her body until his painfully hard cock was lined up with her drenched pussy. Just as he was about to thrust inside, her phone started ringing. “Ignore it” Isabel pleaded and readied herself for an incredible round of sex when the machine picked up and her mother’s voice flooded the room.
Isabel shot her boyfriend an apologetic look and reached for the phone. Unfortunately, it was impossible for Isabel to have sex while she knew her mom was on the line… talking.
Calendar Boys (Adult) 3/13/05 Ch.38 [WIP]
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Chapter 31
“Alright ladies, to be fair, we are only allowing six of our members to be featured on this term’s calendar” Vicky stated as she paced in front of a living room full of Deltas. “If you’d like to be considered for the positions, sign up on the bulletin board today and the Sigmas will choose our six by the end of the week. Any questions so far?” she asked.
“What’s the wardrobe like?” one of the freshman, Ruby, queried. She and one other girl were usually the only ones in their class that ever spoke up during meetings which at times annoyed and impressed Vicky.
“Once the twelve girls have been chosen, the group will make a decision whether or not they want to wear swimsuits or lingerie” Vicky replied and quickly moved forward before anyone had a chance to ask another question. “Now, I’d like to open the floor for suggestions on our other six girls.”
“My lab partner can be one of the smart girls” Liz suggested, thinking of Laurie, the sweet blonde who was always willing to volunteer for anything charitable. If memory served, she had even worked two double shifts for the Science club booth during the Winter Carnival.
“Great… next” Vicky called out.
Slowly but surely they picked several girls who might be willing to pose for the calendar. For diversity sake, they picked Hannah the cheerleader to Vanessa, the student council president and just hoped everyone would say yes.
“Wonderful… now since everything worked out so well the last time, the same people will be in charge of the same stations and will have the same jobs you had last semester. Will make changes as needed assuming any of you choose to submit your names for the Sigma’s consideration” Vicky went on to explain followed by another short list of instructions and expectations. “That’s it, you’re all dismissed.”
While the majority of the girls either went upstairs to their rooms or left the house, there was a small group who milled around the bulletin board list.
“Don’t bother with the list, Liz, as the reigning queen you automatically have to appear on the calendar” Vicky stated as she breezed by and as usual, didn’t wait for a response before she disappeared.
“Do you think she’ll let me out of it if I tell her that I had no intention of signing up?” she asked Tess who merely laughed at the idea.
“Excuse me… did you just meet our esteemed president, Vicky?” Tess deadpanned. “There’s no way she’s gonna let you out of it. After all… you are our queen” she said while batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.
“Dork” Liz laughed and playfully shoved her best friend away.
After all the sadness they went through around Christmas time, Liz was glad that Tess was back to her old self. She had no doubt that Kyle and Christmas with the Valenti’s had been just what her friend needed to get back on her track.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Maria questioned as Isabel dropped down on the couch beside her. The small outburst drew a few gazes but the other three ignored it in favor of finding out what was going on with the tall blonde.
“Food poisoning” Isabel stated miserably. “Alex and I went to a pub last night and I think I had a bowl of bad clam chowder” she explained, all the while clutching her stomach tightly. “I just wanna crawl into bed and sleep until it goes away” she pouted and barely mustered a small grateful look when Maria pushed the hair from her face.
“Come on” Tess encouraged and grabbed one arm while Liz took hold of the other. “You’re going upstairs missy and we’re going to take care of you” she stated in firm, no nonsense voice.
Together, the three tugged Isabel up the stairs and proceeded to tuck her into bed with the remote, a large glass of water a small stack of chick flicks. From that point on, the four spent the rest of the morning gossiping, watching movies and entertaining their sick friend.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Hey doll, what are you getting all dressed up for?” Liz asked later that evening as she walked into Tess’ room and flopped down across her pillow covered mattress. After a long day, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night cuddled up with Max in his apartment but his TA duties were preventing it from happening.
“Kyle and I are going to the sports banquet” Tess answered and twirled around in front of Liz. “Too much or not enough?” she asked.
Appraisingly, Liz studied the slinky red dress before raising her eyes to her friend’s inquisitive one. “Well that all depends. Are you going there as a guest or as the entertainment?” she asked and received a mock glare for her comment.
“Fine… it’s too much” Tess muttered and pulled the dress from her frame.
Closing her eyes, Liz thought back to the dinner she had had with Max the night before while Tess busied herself in the closet, trying to find another, more suitable, dress.
“You wash, I’ll dry” Liz offered and rose from the small table, carrying both of their plates. Around them, pots and pans were stacked up from their little experiment called dinner.
“I told you that it wouldn’t be easy to make our pot pies” Max stated with a small smirk as he carried the rest of the dishes from the table. “I mean, in theory, it seems like a good idea. You just cook the chicken, steam the vegetables and bake it all together in a simple crust. Easy as that. However, there are several things that could go wrong” he continued, ignorant or unaffected by the glare she was shooting him. “Vegetables could burn, chicken could be undercooked and the crust might come out all soggy.”
“Alright Evans, I get it” Liz finally interrupted him. “I’ll stick to scrambled eggs and frozen pizza” she muttered under her breath.
“You know, you’re not a bad cook” Max stated and comfortingly wrapped his arms around her waist. “You just need to tackle one thing at a time” he advised and placed several little kisses along her neck to soften his words.
“What about this one?” Tess queried, holding out a blue silk sheath. It matched perfectly with her eyes but her hair was styled completely wrong for the cut of the dress.
Rather than answer, Liz simply scrunched up her nose and let her eyes flutter closed again as Tess stepped back into the closet.
“I heard from dad today” Max stated though he kept his eyes trained on the suds in front of him, missing the curious glance Liz shot him. “My mom is teaching him French and he loves the food.”
There was something about the way he said that led Liz to believe he was still feeling ill at ease with the new development. Truthfully, it had never occurred to her that either Max or Isabel would have a problem with their parents getting back together but it seemed she was wrong and both seemed less than enthusiastic.
Eventually, Isabel’s romantic side won it and she was really happy for her parents. Max, on the other hand, didn’t say much on the subject and when he did, it was always in this strange tone that Liz had never heard him use before.
“You know, ever since your mom called you a month ago, you’ve been… different, at least when you’re talking about them” Liz stated, deciding that enough time had past. Max needed to get out whatever was bothering him and had it not been for their differing schedules, and his ability to completely divert the subject, she would have forced the issue a lot sooner. “Max?”
“It’s just kind of weird” he finally admitted. “I am happy for them but… but it was really hard when they first separated. Isabel and I went through so much because of their fighting and I guess I’m just wary that it’ll happen again and the peace they’ve been able to build over the years will all come tumbling down” he quietly explained.
“Come here” Liz said and pulled Max into her arms. He didn’t notice that his sudsy hands were getting her shirt all wet. Liz noticed but she didn’t care. “You and I don’t know the details of their divorce and we don’t know the details of their reconciliation but we do know that they love each other. Focus on, what if they live happily ever after instead of focusing on, what if they split up again” she explained and felt his arms tighten around her body.
“How about this one?” Tess asked of the forest green halter she held out. The neckline wasn’t too low and neither was the back, making the dress look sexy rather than slutty.
“Perfect” Liz replied and once again closed her eyes as Tess shimmied into the satin dress.
“Do you have…?”
“In my closet” Liz added.
“Thanks”
Gently, Max framed her face between his hands and lowered his mouth until it was only a whisper away from her lips. “I love you. Please don’t ever forget that” he murmured softly.
“Please don’t ever stop” Liz whispered, seconds before he closed the distance and caressed her lips with his.
“You’re wearing the ‘I just got laid look’ Tess stated, effectively pulling Liz out of her memory. “Please don’t tell me you’re fantasizing about Max right now. I just washed those sheets” she teased and nearly fell over as she got a face full of pillow. “Watch the hair!” she yelled and pelted Liz right back.
“Uh uh, watch it Tess, or I won’t let you borrow my green stappy shoes” Liz warned and watched Tess slowly lower the pillow.
“How old are you?” Tess muttered darkly but conceded none the less.
~&~&~&~&~&
After a late night call from Max and a steamy round of phone sex, Liz fell into a blissful sleep filled with dreams of her very wonderful boyfriend. Around five that morning, she was brought out of the peaceful slumber by the horrible sound of someone sick and crying.
Quickly, Liz hurried out of her room and in the direction she heard the noise. It was no surprise that she’d heard everything so well because it was coming from right across the hallway. More pitiful cries met her ears as Liz pushed the door open and found Isabel slumped on the ground as she emptied the contents of her stomach out into the toilet.
At the sight of her friend looking so sick, Liz quickly leapt into action by closing the door behind her and hurrying forward to pull the blonde locks away from Isabel’s face. “It’s okay sweetie. I’m here” she murmured and soothingly rubbed Isabel’s lower back, hoping to provide some sort of comfort.
By the time Isabel was done, her hair was matted down to her clammy skin. “Thanks” she whispered in a raspy voice, causing Liz to leave her long enough to grab a glass of cold water to soothe Isabel’s parched throat.
“Is she okay?” Serena asked as she poked her head in through the slightly opened doorway. Apparently Liz wasn’t the only one who heard something.
“She’s fine” Liz assured and offered her friend a small smile before the door quietly closed behind her. “She’s fine” Liz whispered again and sat, holding Isabel’s hand as the blonde’s head rested against her shoulder.
Chapter 31
“Alright ladies, to be fair, we are only allowing six of our members to be featured on this term’s calendar” Vicky stated as she paced in front of a living room full of Deltas. “If you’d like to be considered for the positions, sign up on the bulletin board today and the Sigmas will choose our six by the end of the week. Any questions so far?” she asked.
“What’s the wardrobe like?” one of the freshman, Ruby, queried. She and one other girl were usually the only ones in their class that ever spoke up during meetings which at times annoyed and impressed Vicky.
“Once the twelve girls have been chosen, the group will make a decision whether or not they want to wear swimsuits or lingerie” Vicky replied and quickly moved forward before anyone had a chance to ask another question. “Now, I’d like to open the floor for suggestions on our other six girls.”
“My lab partner can be one of the smart girls” Liz suggested, thinking of Laurie, the sweet blonde who was always willing to volunteer for anything charitable. If memory served, she had even worked two double shifts for the Science club booth during the Winter Carnival.
“Great… next” Vicky called out.
Slowly but surely they picked several girls who might be willing to pose for the calendar. For diversity sake, they picked Hannah the cheerleader to Vanessa, the student council president and just hoped everyone would say yes.
“Wonderful… now since everything worked out so well the last time, the same people will be in charge of the same stations and will have the same jobs you had last semester. Will make changes as needed assuming any of you choose to submit your names for the Sigma’s consideration” Vicky went on to explain followed by another short list of instructions and expectations. “That’s it, you’re all dismissed.”
While the majority of the girls either went upstairs to their rooms or left the house, there was a small group who milled around the bulletin board list.
“Don’t bother with the list, Liz, as the reigning queen you automatically have to appear on the calendar” Vicky stated as she breezed by and as usual, didn’t wait for a response before she disappeared.
“Do you think she’ll let me out of it if I tell her that I had no intention of signing up?” she asked Tess who merely laughed at the idea.
“Excuse me… did you just meet our esteemed president, Vicky?” Tess deadpanned. “There’s no way she’s gonna let you out of it. After all… you are our queen” she said while batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.
“Dork” Liz laughed and playfully shoved her best friend away.
After all the sadness they went through around Christmas time, Liz was glad that Tess was back to her old self. She had no doubt that Kyle and Christmas with the Valenti’s had been just what her friend needed to get back on her track.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Maria questioned as Isabel dropped down on the couch beside her. The small outburst drew a few gazes but the other three ignored it in favor of finding out what was going on with the tall blonde.
“Food poisoning” Isabel stated miserably. “Alex and I went to a pub last night and I think I had a bowl of bad clam chowder” she explained, all the while clutching her stomach tightly. “I just wanna crawl into bed and sleep until it goes away” she pouted and barely mustered a small grateful look when Maria pushed the hair from her face.
“Come on” Tess encouraged and grabbed one arm while Liz took hold of the other. “You’re going upstairs missy and we’re going to take care of you” she stated in firm, no nonsense voice.
Together, the three tugged Isabel up the stairs and proceeded to tuck her into bed with the remote, a large glass of water a small stack of chick flicks. From that point on, the four spent the rest of the morning gossiping, watching movies and entertaining their sick friend.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Hey doll, what are you getting all dressed up for?” Liz asked later that evening as she walked into Tess’ room and flopped down across her pillow covered mattress. After a long day, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night cuddled up with Max in his apartment but his TA duties were preventing it from happening.
“Kyle and I are going to the sports banquet” Tess answered and twirled around in front of Liz. “Too much or not enough?” she asked.
Appraisingly, Liz studied the slinky red dress before raising her eyes to her friend’s inquisitive one. “Well that all depends. Are you going there as a guest or as the entertainment?” she asked and received a mock glare for her comment.
“Fine… it’s too much” Tess muttered and pulled the dress from her frame.
Closing her eyes, Liz thought back to the dinner she had had with Max the night before while Tess busied herself in the closet, trying to find another, more suitable, dress.
“You wash, I’ll dry” Liz offered and rose from the small table, carrying both of their plates. Around them, pots and pans were stacked up from their little experiment called dinner.
“I told you that it wouldn’t be easy to make our pot pies” Max stated with a small smirk as he carried the rest of the dishes from the table. “I mean, in theory, it seems like a good idea. You just cook the chicken, steam the vegetables and bake it all together in a simple crust. Easy as that. However, there are several things that could go wrong” he continued, ignorant or unaffected by the glare she was shooting him. “Vegetables could burn, chicken could be undercooked and the crust might come out all soggy.”
“Alright Evans, I get it” Liz finally interrupted him. “I’ll stick to scrambled eggs and frozen pizza” she muttered under her breath.
“You know, you’re not a bad cook” Max stated and comfortingly wrapped his arms around her waist. “You just need to tackle one thing at a time” he advised and placed several little kisses along her neck to soften his words.
“What about this one?” Tess queried, holding out a blue silk sheath. It matched perfectly with her eyes but her hair was styled completely wrong for the cut of the dress.
Rather than answer, Liz simply scrunched up her nose and let her eyes flutter closed again as Tess stepped back into the closet.
“I heard from dad today” Max stated though he kept his eyes trained on the suds in front of him, missing the curious glance Liz shot him. “My mom is teaching him French and he loves the food.”
There was something about the way he said that led Liz to believe he was still feeling ill at ease with the new development. Truthfully, it had never occurred to her that either Max or Isabel would have a problem with their parents getting back together but it seemed she was wrong and both seemed less than enthusiastic.
Eventually, Isabel’s romantic side won it and she was really happy for her parents. Max, on the other hand, didn’t say much on the subject and when he did, it was always in this strange tone that Liz had never heard him use before.
“You know, ever since your mom called you a month ago, you’ve been… different, at least when you’re talking about them” Liz stated, deciding that enough time had past. Max needed to get out whatever was bothering him and had it not been for their differing schedules, and his ability to completely divert the subject, she would have forced the issue a lot sooner. “Max?”
“It’s just kind of weird” he finally admitted. “I am happy for them but… but it was really hard when they first separated. Isabel and I went through so much because of their fighting and I guess I’m just wary that it’ll happen again and the peace they’ve been able to build over the years will all come tumbling down” he quietly explained.
“Come here” Liz said and pulled Max into her arms. He didn’t notice that his sudsy hands were getting her shirt all wet. Liz noticed but she didn’t care. “You and I don’t know the details of their divorce and we don’t know the details of their reconciliation but we do know that they love each other. Focus on, what if they live happily ever after instead of focusing on, what if they split up again” she explained and felt his arms tighten around her body.
“How about this one?” Tess asked of the forest green halter she held out. The neckline wasn’t too low and neither was the back, making the dress look sexy rather than slutty.
“Perfect” Liz replied and once again closed her eyes as Tess shimmied into the satin dress.
“Do you have…?”
“In my closet” Liz added.
“Thanks”
Gently, Max framed her face between his hands and lowered his mouth until it was only a whisper away from her lips. “I love you. Please don’t ever forget that” he murmured softly.
“Please don’t ever stop” Liz whispered, seconds before he closed the distance and caressed her lips with his.
“You’re wearing the ‘I just got laid look’ Tess stated, effectively pulling Liz out of her memory. “Please don’t tell me you’re fantasizing about Max right now. I just washed those sheets” she teased and nearly fell over as she got a face full of pillow. “Watch the hair!” she yelled and pelted Liz right back.
“Uh uh, watch it Tess, or I won’t let you borrow my green stappy shoes” Liz warned and watched Tess slowly lower the pillow.
“How old are you?” Tess muttered darkly but conceded none the less.
~&~&~&~&~&
After a late night call from Max and a steamy round of phone sex, Liz fell into a blissful sleep filled with dreams of her very wonderful boyfriend. Around five that morning, she was brought out of the peaceful slumber by the horrible sound of someone sick and crying.
Quickly, Liz hurried out of her room and in the direction she heard the noise. It was no surprise that she’d heard everything so well because it was coming from right across the hallway. More pitiful cries met her ears as Liz pushed the door open and found Isabel slumped on the ground as she emptied the contents of her stomach out into the toilet.
At the sight of her friend looking so sick, Liz quickly leapt into action by closing the door behind her and hurrying forward to pull the blonde locks away from Isabel’s face. “It’s okay sweetie. I’m here” she murmured and soothingly rubbed Isabel’s lower back, hoping to provide some sort of comfort.
By the time Isabel was done, her hair was matted down to her clammy skin. “Thanks” she whispered in a raspy voice, causing Liz to leave her long enough to grab a glass of cold water to soothe Isabel’s parched throat.
“Is she okay?” Serena asked as she poked her head in through the slightly opened doorway. Apparently Liz wasn’t the only one who heard something.
“She’s fine” Liz assured and offered her friend a small smile before the door quietly closed behind her. “She’s fine” Liz whispered again and sat, holding Isabel’s hand as the blonde’s head rested against her shoulder.
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Chapter 32
After two days and no improvement, the girls decided it was time for Isabel to go see a doctor. Convincing her of that was another story entirely. Her stubbornness had never been more apparent as Isabel whole heartedly believed that her recent condition was most likely some sort of stomach flu and decided that seeing a doctor was just a waste of time.
Needless to say, it took all three girls, plus Serena and the threat of bodily harm before Isabel finally agreed to make an appointment for a check-up at the Student Health Center.
“I still don’t see what the big deal is” Isabel stated mutinously. “It’s just a little bug and in a couple days it’ll be gone” she declared with complete certainty.
Beside her, Serena rolled her eyes and ignored the childish pout her friend wore. While Tess and Maria couldn’t understand Isabel’s extreme hesitance, Serena and Liz had a theory that it was more about denial than reluctance. Both believed there was a good chance that the blonde’s stomach bug was more along the lines of morning sickness. Neither would have been surprised to find out that Isabel was harboring the same theory.
“Isabel Evans” called out a nurse nearly fifteen minutes later. “Come this way please” the scrub clad woman instructed as she held the office door open. Sitting, Serena offered Isabel an encouraging smile as the blonde followed the nurse into the examining area.
After getting weighed and having her temperature taken, Isabel spent the next few minutes cluing the nurse in on her symptoms.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later when she was alone in the room, waiting for the doctor to arrive that she allowed her mind to wander to restricted places. First and foremost, despite all her arguments, Isabel knew there was a possibility that her sickness was more of the nine month kind but hoped that if she continued to deny it, it would simply be false.
“Good morning Miss Evans. I’m Doctor Marsh. What seems to be the problem today” the doctor breezed in and asked. She seemed youthful which quickly set Isabel at ease as she began, once again, to relay her symptoms. “Alright Miss Evans, I just have a questions or two and then we’ll run a couple of tests. First off, are you sexually active and if so, have you had sex within the last month and a half?” she queried, all the while studying the information before her.
“Yes… to both questions” Isabel replied with baited breath as she waited for the doctor to mention the possibility of pregnancy.
“Alright then” Doctor Marsh returned. “Follow me” she directed, rising from her seat. Wordlessly, Isabel nodded and dutifully followed behind as more nervous butterflies played a game of soccer inside her stomach.
~&~&~&~&~&
On the other side of campus, Liz participated in a group discussion on whether or not to pose in lingerie or bathing suits. Thankfully, enough of the women who were asked had agreed to the Calendar idea though that was where the acquiesce stopped. It seemed that they all had very different reasons for their opinions, causing Liz to understand why Vicky was always abrupt when leading sorority meetings. The only way to get anything done, it seemed, was to take charge, herself.
“Okay… it’s obvious that some of you are a little less than comfortable with the wardrobe choice” she stated while beside her, Maria muttered darkly. “However” she continued, ignoring her friend’s annoyance. “Maybe we can come to some sort of compromise. How about we wear the boxers that the guys wore, paired with cute bras or something?” she suggested smartly.
The expressions on their faces were clear indicators that they were considering and liking her idea. One by one, they all agreed, deciding that Liz’s suggestion would be less revealing than their two prior choices.
From that point on, the girls called it a day while Liz and Maria, the only two senior sorority members, stayed behind to finalize the remaining details.
“So I’m guessing you’ll want to be Miss February” Maria teased as she jotted down the list of every month and girl. “I know I don’t want any of the other girls wearing Michael’s boxers” she added and scribbled her name down beside October.
Liz had to laugh at her friend and couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement as Maria double underlined her name with a neon green highlighter. “I don’t know Maria, maybe you should highlight it one more time. One of the girls might not see the five lines that are already there” she exaggerated and simply returned Maria’s glare with a lighthearted grin.
“You know… I’m surprised that Tess didn’t sign up, considering that Kyle was in the calendar, last semester” Maria commented, drawing Liz’s attention. While the question seemed innocent enough, Liz knew that it was just her friend’s way of putting Isabel’s situation out of her mind.
What many didn’t know was that Maria and Isabel were just as close as Liz was to Tess. Now, the idea that something could be wrong with their friend had all of them, Serena included, worried. “Are you kidding?” Liz asked in mock surprise. “Tess is already stressing about her graduate school test. Besides allotting some time for Kyle and meetings, she’s pretty much booked until March” she informed, briefly looking up from her own list to toss Maria a quick look of mock exasperation.
“I can’t imagine why anyone would want to go to school for more than four years” Maria returned, dramatically. “As it is, I’m ready to get out now” she stated with a hint of teasing.
The funny thing was that no matter how much she vehemently denied it, they all knew how much Maria enjoyed school and her music classes. She was an ace on stage, something that she proved over and again during the annual talent show and on top of that, they knew how much she really would miss all of it when she graduated.
“And speaking of, what about you and Max. Where does he want to go to law school and are you going with him?” Maria queried, oblivious to the way Liz momentarily stiffened.
Presently, neither had brought up the subject and while Liz occasionally wondered about it, she had refrained from putting too much thought into it. As far as she knew, Max was shooting towards Georgetown or Columbia though he was still a few months shy of finding out which wanted him. The unfortunate thing was that neither of those schools were in Boston, where Liz wished to stay and attend graduate school at Harvard.
“You about ready to go?” Michael ambled in, successfully preventing Liz from having to answer her friend’s question.
“I’ll be out in just a sec” Maria winked and waited until Michael was out of earshot before turning her gaze back on Liz. “We have a date tonight but if you hear from Isabel before I do, would you just…”
“Of course” Liz quickly agreed before Maria had even finished her sentence.
“Thanks” Maria smiled as she packed up the last of her stuff. “See you tomorrow” she tossed out, referring to the meeting the two would have to have with the other senior coordinators to get everything set up for the photo shoot.
Liz returned the smile as she watched her friend walk out and meet up with her boyfriend. Longing and a desire to see Max set in, causing Liz to quickly finish the last of her tasks and head out. She didn’t want to think about the possibility of being split up by school, she didn’t want to think about the hundreds of tomorrows, she just wanted to lose herself in him as they enjoyed the night.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Max…” came Liz’s throaty moan as his nimble fingers trailed down and buried themselves between her slick folds. She was beautiful, he couldn’t help but think and fused his lips to hers, groaning at the skillful way her tongue played and dueled with his. “Hmm… yes” she breathed out as his thumb hit its mark with incredible accuracy.
With her hands clutching his shoulders, Liz rode out the tumultuous waves of ecstasy, all the while craving more of his expert ministrations.
Their mouths met and mated in a fiery kiss full of lust and uninhibited passion. Hands sought out sweat slicked skin as their bodies caressed one another. A soft keening sound fell from Liz’s lips when his hard erection grazed her wet heat. “I want you so much” she murmured and the two wrestled around in an erotic dance until she won, and rose up above him.
Neither was in the mood to wait or prolog the bliss they each knew they would feel. Gracefully, Liz lifted her hips before plunging down on his thick cock. It was complete ecstasy to feel him fill her while Max took pleasure in the way her tight, silken walls gripped him.
It was too good to even think of taking things slow. Beginning at a rapid pace, Liz rose and fell on his hard cock, moaning at the incredible sensations. “Oh god…Max…” she whimpered softly.
Immediately, Max placed his hands on her hips, hoping to aid her movements. “Faster” he managed to pant and unable to resist, palmed the soft weight of her breasts in his hands.
“Yes” she moaned when his fingers found and pinched her nipples, tugging them into hardened peaks. Her juices dripped down his cock as she felt the beginning spasms of an intense orgasm. Desperately, she began to bounce faster and faster then threw her head back and called his name out in pure satisfaction as ripples of pleasure coursed through her body.
Aware that he had yet to cum, Liz continued the pace she set, riding him as hard and fast as he begged her to until she felt him lengthen and explode inside her.
Tired and harshly panting, the two collapsed together as they both tried to recover from the incredibly passionate experience.
~&~&~&~&~&
A day and a half past with no mention of Isabel’s doctor appointment. While she still felt queasy, as time past, she began to truly believe that her illness really was a simple stomach bug. She even managed to convince Alex of the same thing though her friends were a completely different story.
“Are you feeling any better today?” Tess queried as the four gobbled down hamburgers and French fries at a nearby diner. While there hadn’t been a lot of time to just stop and go out together, the girls decided it was time to make time and managed to juggle their schedules around accordingly.
“Will you please stop worrying about me” Isabel patiently requested. “Honestly, I don’t understand why each of you thinks I’m knocking on death’s door or something” she chastised. “Now can we please forget that I was ever sick and just enjoy our lunch?” she asked, filling each of them with guilt for their hovering and mother hen routine.
“Well then why don’t we talk about Valentines Day?” Tess suggested, diplomatically. “Does anyone know what their plans are yet?” she asked, looking at each girl before popping a ketchup covered fry in her mouth.
“I don’t know but Michael better make it something good” Maria returned with a tough expression though rather than intimidate, it just made all the girls laugh. No matter how many times she gave hard looks or pretended to be angry with Michael, they all knew it was just that… an act. She loved him and they believed that as long as he remembered the holiday at all, Maria would be happy.
“What about you, Liz?” Tess wondered as she turned her blue gaze to her best friend.
“If it’s anything sexual, I don’t wanna hear it” Isabel quickly intervened, causing each girl to laugh at her swift response.
“Actually…” Liz trailed off teasingly though their laughter was cut short as Isabel’s cell phone began to ring. Tossing each girl an apologetic look, she rose from her seat and walked off to speak to the caller. “You know… she does look better today” she commented, wearing a thoughtful expression.
“I guess maybe we did overreact a bit” Tess admitted while across from her, Maria nodded in agreement.
“Told you I was healthy” Isabel stated as she returned to the table. “Doctor said so herself” she informed and quickly resumed their previous conversation before any of the girls had an opportunity to ask what, exactly, the doctor said.
Chapter 32
After two days and no improvement, the girls decided it was time for Isabel to go see a doctor. Convincing her of that was another story entirely. Her stubbornness had never been more apparent as Isabel whole heartedly believed that her recent condition was most likely some sort of stomach flu and decided that seeing a doctor was just a waste of time.
Needless to say, it took all three girls, plus Serena and the threat of bodily harm before Isabel finally agreed to make an appointment for a check-up at the Student Health Center.
“I still don’t see what the big deal is” Isabel stated mutinously. “It’s just a little bug and in a couple days it’ll be gone” she declared with complete certainty.
Beside her, Serena rolled her eyes and ignored the childish pout her friend wore. While Tess and Maria couldn’t understand Isabel’s extreme hesitance, Serena and Liz had a theory that it was more about denial than reluctance. Both believed there was a good chance that the blonde’s stomach bug was more along the lines of morning sickness. Neither would have been surprised to find out that Isabel was harboring the same theory.
“Isabel Evans” called out a nurse nearly fifteen minutes later. “Come this way please” the scrub clad woman instructed as she held the office door open. Sitting, Serena offered Isabel an encouraging smile as the blonde followed the nurse into the examining area.
After getting weighed and having her temperature taken, Isabel spent the next few minutes cluing the nurse in on her symptoms.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later when she was alone in the room, waiting for the doctor to arrive that she allowed her mind to wander to restricted places. First and foremost, despite all her arguments, Isabel knew there was a possibility that her sickness was more of the nine month kind but hoped that if she continued to deny it, it would simply be false.
“Good morning Miss Evans. I’m Doctor Marsh. What seems to be the problem today” the doctor breezed in and asked. She seemed youthful which quickly set Isabel at ease as she began, once again, to relay her symptoms. “Alright Miss Evans, I just have a questions or two and then we’ll run a couple of tests. First off, are you sexually active and if so, have you had sex within the last month and a half?” she queried, all the while studying the information before her.
“Yes… to both questions” Isabel replied with baited breath as she waited for the doctor to mention the possibility of pregnancy.
“Alright then” Doctor Marsh returned. “Follow me” she directed, rising from her seat. Wordlessly, Isabel nodded and dutifully followed behind as more nervous butterflies played a game of soccer inside her stomach.
~&~&~&~&~&
On the other side of campus, Liz participated in a group discussion on whether or not to pose in lingerie or bathing suits. Thankfully, enough of the women who were asked had agreed to the Calendar idea though that was where the acquiesce stopped. It seemed that they all had very different reasons for their opinions, causing Liz to understand why Vicky was always abrupt when leading sorority meetings. The only way to get anything done, it seemed, was to take charge, herself.
“Okay… it’s obvious that some of you are a little less than comfortable with the wardrobe choice” she stated while beside her, Maria muttered darkly. “However” she continued, ignoring her friend’s annoyance. “Maybe we can come to some sort of compromise. How about we wear the boxers that the guys wore, paired with cute bras or something?” she suggested smartly.
The expressions on their faces were clear indicators that they were considering and liking her idea. One by one, they all agreed, deciding that Liz’s suggestion would be less revealing than their two prior choices.
From that point on, the girls called it a day while Liz and Maria, the only two senior sorority members, stayed behind to finalize the remaining details.
“So I’m guessing you’ll want to be Miss February” Maria teased as she jotted down the list of every month and girl. “I know I don’t want any of the other girls wearing Michael’s boxers” she added and scribbled her name down beside October.
Liz had to laugh at her friend and couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement as Maria double underlined her name with a neon green highlighter. “I don’t know Maria, maybe you should highlight it one more time. One of the girls might not see the five lines that are already there” she exaggerated and simply returned Maria’s glare with a lighthearted grin.
“You know… I’m surprised that Tess didn’t sign up, considering that Kyle was in the calendar, last semester” Maria commented, drawing Liz’s attention. While the question seemed innocent enough, Liz knew that it was just her friend’s way of putting Isabel’s situation out of her mind.
What many didn’t know was that Maria and Isabel were just as close as Liz was to Tess. Now, the idea that something could be wrong with their friend had all of them, Serena included, worried. “Are you kidding?” Liz asked in mock surprise. “Tess is already stressing about her graduate school test. Besides allotting some time for Kyle and meetings, she’s pretty much booked until March” she informed, briefly looking up from her own list to toss Maria a quick look of mock exasperation.
“I can’t imagine why anyone would want to go to school for more than four years” Maria returned, dramatically. “As it is, I’m ready to get out now” she stated with a hint of teasing.
The funny thing was that no matter how much she vehemently denied it, they all knew how much Maria enjoyed school and her music classes. She was an ace on stage, something that she proved over and again during the annual talent show and on top of that, they knew how much she really would miss all of it when she graduated.
“And speaking of, what about you and Max. Where does he want to go to law school and are you going with him?” Maria queried, oblivious to the way Liz momentarily stiffened.
Presently, neither had brought up the subject and while Liz occasionally wondered about it, she had refrained from putting too much thought into it. As far as she knew, Max was shooting towards Georgetown or Columbia though he was still a few months shy of finding out which wanted him. The unfortunate thing was that neither of those schools were in Boston, where Liz wished to stay and attend graduate school at Harvard.
“You about ready to go?” Michael ambled in, successfully preventing Liz from having to answer her friend’s question.
“I’ll be out in just a sec” Maria winked and waited until Michael was out of earshot before turning her gaze back on Liz. “We have a date tonight but if you hear from Isabel before I do, would you just…”
“Of course” Liz quickly agreed before Maria had even finished her sentence.
“Thanks” Maria smiled as she packed up the last of her stuff. “See you tomorrow” she tossed out, referring to the meeting the two would have to have with the other senior coordinators to get everything set up for the photo shoot.
Liz returned the smile as she watched her friend walk out and meet up with her boyfriend. Longing and a desire to see Max set in, causing Liz to quickly finish the last of her tasks and head out. She didn’t want to think about the possibility of being split up by school, she didn’t want to think about the hundreds of tomorrows, she just wanted to lose herself in him as they enjoyed the night.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Max…” came Liz’s throaty moan as his nimble fingers trailed down and buried themselves between her slick folds. She was beautiful, he couldn’t help but think and fused his lips to hers, groaning at the skillful way her tongue played and dueled with his. “Hmm… yes” she breathed out as his thumb hit its mark with incredible accuracy.
With her hands clutching his shoulders, Liz rode out the tumultuous waves of ecstasy, all the while craving more of his expert ministrations.
Their mouths met and mated in a fiery kiss full of lust and uninhibited passion. Hands sought out sweat slicked skin as their bodies caressed one another. A soft keening sound fell from Liz’s lips when his hard erection grazed her wet heat. “I want you so much” she murmured and the two wrestled around in an erotic dance until she won, and rose up above him.
Neither was in the mood to wait or prolog the bliss they each knew they would feel. Gracefully, Liz lifted her hips before plunging down on his thick cock. It was complete ecstasy to feel him fill her while Max took pleasure in the way her tight, silken walls gripped him.
It was too good to even think of taking things slow. Beginning at a rapid pace, Liz rose and fell on his hard cock, moaning at the incredible sensations. “Oh god…Max…” she whimpered softly.
Immediately, Max placed his hands on her hips, hoping to aid her movements. “Faster” he managed to pant and unable to resist, palmed the soft weight of her breasts in his hands.
“Yes” she moaned when his fingers found and pinched her nipples, tugging them into hardened peaks. Her juices dripped down his cock as she felt the beginning spasms of an intense orgasm. Desperately, she began to bounce faster and faster then threw her head back and called his name out in pure satisfaction as ripples of pleasure coursed through her body.
Aware that he had yet to cum, Liz continued the pace she set, riding him as hard and fast as he begged her to until she felt him lengthen and explode inside her.
Tired and harshly panting, the two collapsed together as they both tried to recover from the incredibly passionate experience.
~&~&~&~&~&
A day and a half past with no mention of Isabel’s doctor appointment. While she still felt queasy, as time past, she began to truly believe that her illness really was a simple stomach bug. She even managed to convince Alex of the same thing though her friends were a completely different story.
“Are you feeling any better today?” Tess queried as the four gobbled down hamburgers and French fries at a nearby diner. While there hadn’t been a lot of time to just stop and go out together, the girls decided it was time to make time and managed to juggle their schedules around accordingly.
“Will you please stop worrying about me” Isabel patiently requested. “Honestly, I don’t understand why each of you thinks I’m knocking on death’s door or something” she chastised. “Now can we please forget that I was ever sick and just enjoy our lunch?” she asked, filling each of them with guilt for their hovering and mother hen routine.
“Well then why don’t we talk about Valentines Day?” Tess suggested, diplomatically. “Does anyone know what their plans are yet?” she asked, looking at each girl before popping a ketchup covered fry in her mouth.
“I don’t know but Michael better make it something good” Maria returned with a tough expression though rather than intimidate, it just made all the girls laugh. No matter how many times she gave hard looks or pretended to be angry with Michael, they all knew it was just that… an act. She loved him and they believed that as long as he remembered the holiday at all, Maria would be happy.
“What about you, Liz?” Tess wondered as she turned her blue gaze to her best friend.
“If it’s anything sexual, I don’t wanna hear it” Isabel quickly intervened, causing each girl to laugh at her swift response.
“Actually…” Liz trailed off teasingly though their laughter was cut short as Isabel’s cell phone began to ring. Tossing each girl an apologetic look, she rose from her seat and walked off to speak to the caller. “You know… she does look better today” she commented, wearing a thoughtful expression.
“I guess maybe we did overreact a bit” Tess admitted while across from her, Maria nodded in agreement.
“Told you I was healthy” Isabel stated as she returned to the table. “Doctor said so herself” she informed and quickly resumed their previous conversation before any of the girls had an opportunity to ask what, exactly, the doctor said.
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I am so sorry for taking so long. I am having a serious case of writer's block with all WIP's. Thank you, though, to everyone for your great feedback, it's always appreciated!!! Warning, there will be some angst in this chapter and the next but hopefully you'll stick with me. Thanks again 
Chapter 33
He wasn’t jealous or bothered by what she was doing. He understood, after all, he had done it too. He just wanted to see her… to watch as she strutted around in the same pair of boxers he had worn months before. It wasn’t territorial, so to speak, but Max had to admit that there was something incredibly sexy about watching a woman walk around in man’s shirt or in a pair of his boxers.
“I think you’re enjoying this just a little too much” Liz commented as she appeared from behind the curtain of her dressing room. An amused grin lit her face as she watched Max study her body from beneath hooded lids. “Hey college boy, my mind is up here” she teased and all but purred when his lust filled eyes met hers.
“You look amazing” Max complimented and attempted to pull her closer when Vicky appeared out of nowhere and tugged Liz along with her.
“Sorry” she mouthed as the blonde continued pulling and didn’t stop until Liz was in front of the camera. “Gee, thanks Vicky. I don’t know how I would have ever found the picture area without you” she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“No problem, darling” Vicky returned with a mocking smile and quickly stepped away. “I saw that” she added, calling out just as Liz rolled her eyes and childishly stuck her tongue out.
Max stifled a laugh at their antics before his expression turned serious again. The photographer’s assistant had begun positioning Liz so that she straddled a black, metal chair. Next, he pushed her long, chestnut locks away from her face and pushed her forward so that her breasts gently pressed against the back of the cold metal.
Unlike a few moments before, it was a groan Max was now trying to stifle as he watched his beautiful girlfriend smile dazzlingly at the camera before replacing her toothy grin with a bored look that had his blood boiling and a certain part of his anatomy stirring to life.
“That’s it doll… a little to the left… right there.”
Liz did what she was told as the photographer took several shots before concluding she had done brilliantly and called for the next girl. “Oh, you’ve got it bad” Maria whispered in Max’s ear as she confidently strode forward to take Liz’s place in front of the camera.
“So how’d I do?” Liz queried, innocently as she sauntered up to her boyfriend. She loved the way his eyes followed her every step and lingered on her hips and breasts. “Were the two minutes of photography worth giving up your free afternoon?” she wondered and felt heat creep up her skin as he pulled her close to his hot body, making it impossible to not feel the erection he was sporting. “Hmm… is that for me?”
“Only you, baby” Max replied and tugged his gaze away long enough to scour the area for a private spot to show her just how much he had enjoyed her two minute stint in front of the camera.
“Dressing room” Liz whispered against his ear before giving it a playful nip.
“You read my mind” Max stated as the two tried and most likely, failed, to discretely slip into the deserted room. “You looked so sexy sitting up there in this tiny scrap of lace” he said and lightly fingered her hard nipples through the flimsy material, effectively eliciting a quiet moan of approval.
“No teasing” Liz stated and quickly got to work freeing Max from the stiff confines of his denim jeans. “I just want this inside of me” she purred and reached into his pants to stroke his hard, thick cock. “Hmmm… baby, you’re so hard for me. Do you want to fuck me?” she teased and shivered in excitement when he plunged two fingers into her dripping, wet center.
“I wanna make you scream my name” Max whispered while trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck. Liz wasn’t sure where this adventurous desire was coming from but she couldn’t wait to feel his pulsating cock, fucking her senseless while the others worked outside the curtain. “Do you want that? Do you wanna scream my name while I make you cum?” he murmured and smiled against her skin as he heard her whimper in desire.
“Yes… god, yes. Fuck me Max” Liz demanded and groaned in pleasure when he turned her around to face the wall and slowly began to caress her legs. Each pass brought him closer to where she wanted him most and all but growled when he continued to skim past it.
“I love you” he murmured and plunged deep into her hot pussy. Both let out simultaneous groans of pleasure as he started a slow, steady rhythm. With hands splayed out wide across her stomach, he pulled and pushed her away from his body with each thrust. “I love you” he murmured again, pressing a single kiss to her shoulder as he began longer, deeper strokes.
“Love you” Liz whispered and leant her head back against his sweat slicked chest. “More… please” she whimpered and bit her lip to hold in the loud cries of enjoyment threatening to spill from her mouth as he bent her forward and continued to give her what she craved… fast, hard thrusts. “Oh… that’s it… harder baby” she pleaded and let loose a low moan of ecstasy when he raised his hands to tug gently on her nipples.
Their hips moved in together in a rapid race to fulfillment. All noises faded out until the only sound left was the harsh pants each emitted with every stroke. “Ah… Liz, baby… you feel so, so good.” His muscles bunched as he held tight to her body, all the while never ceasing the movements of his hips against hers.
“Baby, I’m so close” Liz panted and firmly planted her hands against the wall in front of her as he began to hammer her pussy with his thick cock. “Oh god… oh that’s it… yes, yes… MAX!” she called out in bliss and continued to ride his prick from behind until his call of satisfaction echoed after hers.
With her juices coating his cock, Max slipped out of her hot body as the two collapsed against the single chair in the small, square place.
“Elizabeth Parker…Get your fully clothed ass out here right now!!!” came the angered voice of one Vicky Delaney
~&~&~&~&~&
I got an e-mail from mom yesterday” Isabel mentioned, two days later as she and Max walked from the library to his apartment. After nearly a half hour of begging, she finally agreed to help him plan something for his Valentines Day with Liz, only if he agreed to talk her through the literature homework she had been assigned.
Isabel always wondered how her brother ended up with the ability to excel at any subject he tried his hand at while she always had to work so hard for her good grades. Either way, his achievements were going to come in handy on her Steinbeck essay.
“Yeah… what’d it say?” Max queried, wondering if his mom had anything different to say than his father had in the last e-mail he received the week before. From what he remembered of the letter, they were still enjoying the sights and going out every night, either to work functions or dinner at new restraints and cafés.
“Not much, just that…” Isabel trailed off as a sharp pain assaulted her stomach. The force of it was sudden and mind numbing, causing her to double over as she clutched her stomach in agony. “Max…” she whimpered while he wrapped his arm around her weak body and attempted to help her up.
“Come on, Izzy” he coached and looked all around him for some help when he spotted Liz hurrying over.
“What’s wrong?!” she questioned and dropped to her knees beside the siblings.
“I don’t know” Max answered with a tinge of fear in his voice. “Stay with her, I’m gonna go get the jeep” he advised and shot off in a dead sprint as Liz cradled the blonde in her arms.
“It’s okay sweetie… I’m here” she murmured and stroked her long, blonde hair. A dozen different scenarios raced through her mind as she worried over what could be wrong with her friend but it was the tears she felt against her skin that drew her back to the present. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you to a doctor” she assured when Isabel’s whimper broke through her reassurances.
“The baby… it hurts, Liz… my baby hurts” Isabel cried just as Max pulled up in the jeep.
Carefully, the two managed to place Isabel in the backseat where she immediately curled up with her head in Liz’s lap. Just as she had on the sidewalk, Liz continued to stroke her hair and whisper in her ear in an effort to keep her focus off of Isabel’s muttered statement about a baby. “We’ll be there soon” she comforted as Max sped towards the health center.
Everything seemed to happen so fast. In the blink of an eye, they had pulled up to the curb and Max was pulling Isabel out of her lap. Another blink later and Isabel was in with the doctor while Max paced around the waiting room. Blinking back the tears she hadn’t before noticed, Liz took three tentative steps towards her boyfriend, only to be enveloped within his strong embrace.
“Max...” she whispered in his ear but couldn’t bring herself to repeat the words Isabel had uttered. Instead, she held him tighter and whispered the same assurances she had given his sister.
“We should probably give everyone a call” he eventually remembered and hesitantly lowered his arms. “Izzy will probably want to see Alex when she gets out” he added with a weak smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“I um… you’re right, she probably will” Liz agreed and pulled out her cell phone while Max went to badger one of the nurses for some information.
After hearing numerous stories over the months of dating, one in particular stood out in Liz’s mind and it was Max’s declaration that he and Isabel never get sick. She imagined that without knowing the possibility that Isabel was pregnant, Max had to be worrying himself sick that his sister had collapsed in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Miss… but you’ll have to take your phone call outside” a receptionist directed with a firm look as she gestured towards the door Liz and Max had just walked in through.
“Sorry” Liz muttered and with one last glance at Max, she walked out into the cool sunshine to call her friends.
~&~&~&~&~&
Tess was the only other one sitting in the waiting room when a nurse came out with some news. “It seems that your sister has just suffered a miscarriage. She was only a few weeks along and we have reason to believe that there won’t be any problems conceiving in the future” she explained as Alex walked through the door and heard the tail end of the conversation.
“What did you just say?” Alex questioned with a look of horror on his face that mirrored the expressions Max, Liz and Tess all wore.
“Excuse me sir, but this is a private matter” the nurse stated and attempted to walk back into the examining area when Alex’s voice rang out again, demanding an answer.
“I’m her boyfriend and… apparently a father” Alex stated. “Tell me what happened.”
“Your name, sir?”
“Alex… Alex Whitman” he answered as his eyes stared, unseeing at the scrub clad woman who fixed her sympathetic gaze on him. While Liz held Max’s hand firmly within her own, Tess stepped forward and attempted to wrap a comforting arm around Alex’s lanky form. “No” he shrugged at the first touch. “Just tell me what happened” he repeated in voice filled with forced control.
“Why don’t you come with me sir? You can see Miss Evans” the nurse suggested and led him away. As the door slammed shut behind them, Maria and Michael burst in through another. Both took one look at the remaining group before Maria threw her arms around anyone she could reach.
“What happened?” she demanded and avidly listened to Tess, who filled her in while Liz followed Max outside.
“Max! Max!” she called out as he jumped in his jeep and sped off, ignoring her cries for him to stop. Helplessly, she dropped down on her knees and buried her face in her hands as she cried for boyfriend, her close friend, and the child that would never be born. She cried herself hoarse and when her legs fell asleep and her body felt weak from the force of her sobs, she felt a comforting arm wrap around her body.
“Why don’t you go talk to him” Tess suggested as she wiped at her best friend’s tears. “Maria, Michael and I will stay here for Alex and Isabel.”
“Will you call if…”
“You know I will” she promised.
Liz nodded her thanks and gruffly pushed the remaining, stray tears away. “Thanks, Tess” she stated and wracked her brain, trying to figure out where Max could have run off to before it hit her. With no more than a quick ‘thanks’ called out over her shoulder, Liz rushed off to the Delta House where her car was parked.
Chapter 33
He wasn’t jealous or bothered by what she was doing. He understood, after all, he had done it too. He just wanted to see her… to watch as she strutted around in the same pair of boxers he had worn months before. It wasn’t territorial, so to speak, but Max had to admit that there was something incredibly sexy about watching a woman walk around in man’s shirt or in a pair of his boxers.
“I think you’re enjoying this just a little too much” Liz commented as she appeared from behind the curtain of her dressing room. An amused grin lit her face as she watched Max study her body from beneath hooded lids. “Hey college boy, my mind is up here” she teased and all but purred when his lust filled eyes met hers.
“You look amazing” Max complimented and attempted to pull her closer when Vicky appeared out of nowhere and tugged Liz along with her.
“Sorry” she mouthed as the blonde continued pulling and didn’t stop until Liz was in front of the camera. “Gee, thanks Vicky. I don’t know how I would have ever found the picture area without you” she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“No problem, darling” Vicky returned with a mocking smile and quickly stepped away. “I saw that” she added, calling out just as Liz rolled her eyes and childishly stuck her tongue out.
Max stifled a laugh at their antics before his expression turned serious again. The photographer’s assistant had begun positioning Liz so that she straddled a black, metal chair. Next, he pushed her long, chestnut locks away from her face and pushed her forward so that her breasts gently pressed against the back of the cold metal.
Unlike a few moments before, it was a groan Max was now trying to stifle as he watched his beautiful girlfriend smile dazzlingly at the camera before replacing her toothy grin with a bored look that had his blood boiling and a certain part of his anatomy stirring to life.
“That’s it doll… a little to the left… right there.”
Liz did what she was told as the photographer took several shots before concluding she had done brilliantly and called for the next girl. “Oh, you’ve got it bad” Maria whispered in Max’s ear as she confidently strode forward to take Liz’s place in front of the camera.
“So how’d I do?” Liz queried, innocently as she sauntered up to her boyfriend. She loved the way his eyes followed her every step and lingered on her hips and breasts. “Were the two minutes of photography worth giving up your free afternoon?” she wondered and felt heat creep up her skin as he pulled her close to his hot body, making it impossible to not feel the erection he was sporting. “Hmm… is that for me?”
“Only you, baby” Max replied and tugged his gaze away long enough to scour the area for a private spot to show her just how much he had enjoyed her two minute stint in front of the camera.
“Dressing room” Liz whispered against his ear before giving it a playful nip.
“You read my mind” Max stated as the two tried and most likely, failed, to discretely slip into the deserted room. “You looked so sexy sitting up there in this tiny scrap of lace” he said and lightly fingered her hard nipples through the flimsy material, effectively eliciting a quiet moan of approval.
“No teasing” Liz stated and quickly got to work freeing Max from the stiff confines of his denim jeans. “I just want this inside of me” she purred and reached into his pants to stroke his hard, thick cock. “Hmmm… baby, you’re so hard for me. Do you want to fuck me?” she teased and shivered in excitement when he plunged two fingers into her dripping, wet center.
“I wanna make you scream my name” Max whispered while trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck. Liz wasn’t sure where this adventurous desire was coming from but she couldn’t wait to feel his pulsating cock, fucking her senseless while the others worked outside the curtain. “Do you want that? Do you wanna scream my name while I make you cum?” he murmured and smiled against her skin as he heard her whimper in desire.
“Yes… god, yes. Fuck me Max” Liz demanded and groaned in pleasure when he turned her around to face the wall and slowly began to caress her legs. Each pass brought him closer to where she wanted him most and all but growled when he continued to skim past it.
“I love you” he murmured and plunged deep into her hot pussy. Both let out simultaneous groans of pleasure as he started a slow, steady rhythm. With hands splayed out wide across her stomach, he pulled and pushed her away from his body with each thrust. “I love you” he murmured again, pressing a single kiss to her shoulder as he began longer, deeper strokes.
“Love you” Liz whispered and leant her head back against his sweat slicked chest. “More… please” she whimpered and bit her lip to hold in the loud cries of enjoyment threatening to spill from her mouth as he bent her forward and continued to give her what she craved… fast, hard thrusts. “Oh… that’s it… harder baby” she pleaded and let loose a low moan of ecstasy when he raised his hands to tug gently on her nipples.
Their hips moved in together in a rapid race to fulfillment. All noises faded out until the only sound left was the harsh pants each emitted with every stroke. “Ah… Liz, baby… you feel so, so good.” His muscles bunched as he held tight to her body, all the while never ceasing the movements of his hips against hers.
“Baby, I’m so close” Liz panted and firmly planted her hands against the wall in front of her as he began to hammer her pussy with his thick cock. “Oh god… oh that’s it… yes, yes… MAX!” she called out in bliss and continued to ride his prick from behind until his call of satisfaction echoed after hers.
With her juices coating his cock, Max slipped out of her hot body as the two collapsed against the single chair in the small, square place.
“Elizabeth Parker…Get your fully clothed ass out here right now!!!” came the angered voice of one Vicky Delaney
~&~&~&~&~&
I got an e-mail from mom yesterday” Isabel mentioned, two days later as she and Max walked from the library to his apartment. After nearly a half hour of begging, she finally agreed to help him plan something for his Valentines Day with Liz, only if he agreed to talk her through the literature homework she had been assigned.
Isabel always wondered how her brother ended up with the ability to excel at any subject he tried his hand at while she always had to work so hard for her good grades. Either way, his achievements were going to come in handy on her Steinbeck essay.
“Yeah… what’d it say?” Max queried, wondering if his mom had anything different to say than his father had in the last e-mail he received the week before. From what he remembered of the letter, they were still enjoying the sights and going out every night, either to work functions or dinner at new restraints and cafés.
“Not much, just that…” Isabel trailed off as a sharp pain assaulted her stomach. The force of it was sudden and mind numbing, causing her to double over as she clutched her stomach in agony. “Max…” she whimpered while he wrapped his arm around her weak body and attempted to help her up.
“Come on, Izzy” he coached and looked all around him for some help when he spotted Liz hurrying over.
“What’s wrong?!” she questioned and dropped to her knees beside the siblings.
“I don’t know” Max answered with a tinge of fear in his voice. “Stay with her, I’m gonna go get the jeep” he advised and shot off in a dead sprint as Liz cradled the blonde in her arms.
“It’s okay sweetie… I’m here” she murmured and stroked her long, blonde hair. A dozen different scenarios raced through her mind as she worried over what could be wrong with her friend but it was the tears she felt against her skin that drew her back to the present. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you to a doctor” she assured when Isabel’s whimper broke through her reassurances.
“The baby… it hurts, Liz… my baby hurts” Isabel cried just as Max pulled up in the jeep.
Carefully, the two managed to place Isabel in the backseat where she immediately curled up with her head in Liz’s lap. Just as she had on the sidewalk, Liz continued to stroke her hair and whisper in her ear in an effort to keep her focus off of Isabel’s muttered statement about a baby. “We’ll be there soon” she comforted as Max sped towards the health center.
Everything seemed to happen so fast. In the blink of an eye, they had pulled up to the curb and Max was pulling Isabel out of her lap. Another blink later and Isabel was in with the doctor while Max paced around the waiting room. Blinking back the tears she hadn’t before noticed, Liz took three tentative steps towards her boyfriend, only to be enveloped within his strong embrace.
“Max...” she whispered in his ear but couldn’t bring herself to repeat the words Isabel had uttered. Instead, she held him tighter and whispered the same assurances she had given his sister.
“We should probably give everyone a call” he eventually remembered and hesitantly lowered his arms. “Izzy will probably want to see Alex when she gets out” he added with a weak smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“I um… you’re right, she probably will” Liz agreed and pulled out her cell phone while Max went to badger one of the nurses for some information.
After hearing numerous stories over the months of dating, one in particular stood out in Liz’s mind and it was Max’s declaration that he and Isabel never get sick. She imagined that without knowing the possibility that Isabel was pregnant, Max had to be worrying himself sick that his sister had collapsed in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Miss… but you’ll have to take your phone call outside” a receptionist directed with a firm look as she gestured towards the door Liz and Max had just walked in through.
“Sorry” Liz muttered and with one last glance at Max, she walked out into the cool sunshine to call her friends.
~&~&~&~&~&
Tess was the only other one sitting in the waiting room when a nurse came out with some news. “It seems that your sister has just suffered a miscarriage. She was only a few weeks along and we have reason to believe that there won’t be any problems conceiving in the future” she explained as Alex walked through the door and heard the tail end of the conversation.
“What did you just say?” Alex questioned with a look of horror on his face that mirrored the expressions Max, Liz and Tess all wore.
“Excuse me sir, but this is a private matter” the nurse stated and attempted to walk back into the examining area when Alex’s voice rang out again, demanding an answer.
“I’m her boyfriend and… apparently a father” Alex stated. “Tell me what happened.”
“Your name, sir?”
“Alex… Alex Whitman” he answered as his eyes stared, unseeing at the scrub clad woman who fixed her sympathetic gaze on him. While Liz held Max’s hand firmly within her own, Tess stepped forward and attempted to wrap a comforting arm around Alex’s lanky form. “No” he shrugged at the first touch. “Just tell me what happened” he repeated in voice filled with forced control.
“Why don’t you come with me sir? You can see Miss Evans” the nurse suggested and led him away. As the door slammed shut behind them, Maria and Michael burst in through another. Both took one look at the remaining group before Maria threw her arms around anyone she could reach.
“What happened?” she demanded and avidly listened to Tess, who filled her in while Liz followed Max outside.
“Max! Max!” she called out as he jumped in his jeep and sped off, ignoring her cries for him to stop. Helplessly, she dropped down on her knees and buried her face in her hands as she cried for boyfriend, her close friend, and the child that would never be born. She cried herself hoarse and when her legs fell asleep and her body felt weak from the force of her sobs, she felt a comforting arm wrap around her body.
“Why don’t you go talk to him” Tess suggested as she wiped at her best friend’s tears. “Maria, Michael and I will stay here for Alex and Isabel.”
“Will you call if…”
“You know I will” she promised.
Liz nodded her thanks and gruffly pushed the remaining, stray tears away. “Thanks, Tess” she stated and wracked her brain, trying to figure out where Max could have run off to before it hit her. With no more than a quick ‘thanks’ called out over her shoulder, Liz rushed off to the Delta House where her car was parked.
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Chapter 34
With an empty detachment, Isabel stared at the window at all the passing students. Some were laughing, others seemed deep in conversation and many just walked alone and silent. They talked on their cell phones, studied class notes or mentally calculated what kind of grade they would need on their next exam. Hadn’t she done those same things just the day before? Now she felt different… changed. Not a single thought would have brought even a ghost of a smile to her face. There was just too much pain inside.
He opened the door, quiet and slow, but she didn’t turn, deciding it was just another nurse or orderly.
“Izzy” he whispered and watched as her eyes slowly turned to lock on his. He watched her bite her lip and bravely try to hold in her tears. His first instinct was to rush forward and comfort her but he was too scared to. The sadness he felt was consuming and he feared he would lose the weak grip on sanity he was holding on to if he stepped any closer.
“I’m so sorry, Alex” she murmured and tightly wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the cold chill which refused to leave her bones.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked though his voice was devoid of the accusation she feared his tone would hold.
“I wasn’t ready” Isabel replied and struggled to come up with the right words when it was obvious that her answer wasn’t good enough. “I was scared. I wasn’t ready to be a mom and I just… panicked. I was starting to get used to the idea, though. I wanted to tell you on Valentines Day.”
“Are you okay…physically, I mean. Are you okay?” Alex questioned and released a small sigh of relief he hadn’t known he was holding. “The others are in the waiting room. They’ll want to see you soon if that’s okay” he added as nervousness had him fidgeting in his spot.
“I don’t really feel like seeing anyone right now” Isabel stated and was disappointed when Alex merely nodded and walked out. She wanted to call out to him… to tell him that she hadn’t meant him but it was too late and he was gone.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You know, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a gardener” Max stated as he looked up from one of the books, lying haphazardly on the other end of Liz’s study table.
“Yeah” Liz smiled and put her pen down for a moment. After two hours of research, she needed a break and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than being around Max, listening to his sexy, husky voice. “Tell me about it” she encouraged and leaned back in her seat as she settled in to hear his tale.
“When I was about… seven, I guess, my mom had this huge rose bush that she treated like a third child” said Max with a sarcastic eye roll that had Liz’s laughing and a nearby group loudly shushing them. “Anyway, this one time, I got in trouble for… I don’t know, pulling Isabel’s hair or something, so my punishment was to go outside, everyday, and help my mom take care of her garden.”
“Let me guess” Liz intervened. “You had a green thumb and fell in love with gardening??”
“More like a red and pink thumb from all the times a thorn pricked me” Max corrected with a slight cringe in remembrance. “Anyway, I was completely horrible at it which made me want to prove I could do it, if I worked hard enough” he shrugged again and Liz realized it wasn’t about plants and flowers, it was about his ambition.
“Interesting story” she murmured with a soft smile.
“It would have been a better story if I had actually stuck with it and became a gardener” Max stated. “But that’s okay. I still sit outside and help my mom whenever I visit and whenever I have some free time, I like going down to the Boston Public Garden. It’s quiet and a great place to think.”
Like a driver in the Indie500, Liz sped through town in her effort to get to Max. It didn’t even occur to her that she had the wrong place in mind and when she finally pulled into the parking lot and spotted his jeep, her only thought was wondering what part of the garden he had gone to.
Deciding he probably wouldn’t answer his cell, she opted to walk around, hoping that she would somehow find him.
~&~&~&~&~&
Despite Alex’s warnings otherwise, Maria and Tess decided they were going to see Isabel and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Quietly, the two stepped into the room and found a sobbing Isabel curled up into a ball. Sharing a glance, Tess nodded her head and Maria stepped forward to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
Immediately, Isabel turned and buried her head in her friend’s lap. The action was all it took for the damn to burst and all three women began to cry silent tears for the tragic loss they all seemed to feel. “Shh… we’re here for you sweetie” Maria soothed. “We’re not going anywhere” she promised and continued to stroke the blonde’s head as Tess stood, watching and desperately wishing there was something she could do to ease her friend’s pain.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Max!” Liz called out as she saw him hunched forward on a stone bench. With his head lowered, it was impossible for her to see the expression on his face, but as he lifted his head, she was momentarily struck by the shining glint of tears in his eyes.
~&~&~&~&~&
As he roamed around, Alex found himself standing in front of one of the Student Religious Centers. He had never considered himself religious before but, for whatever reason, found himself taking the last few steps up the stairs to the entrance doors.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You found me” Max stated though he didn’t sound as surprised as he should have been. Silently, Liz walked forward and took a seat beside him. Max scooted over to make room and offered her a weak smile.
“I’ll always find you” Liz softly replied.
Tentatively, he reached over and took her hand in his. Instinctively, their fingers laced together as the two sat, staring ahead at the flowers surrounding them and the people walking by. “When we were kids and Isabel would have a bad dream… she would always run to my room first. Then after our parents split up and we lived in different places, I used to get late night calls and SOS e-mails. I’m not really sure why, I guess maybe it was a twin thing” he quietly mused as Liz opted to just lean into him and silently listen.
“I’ve always been able to protect her… to make the pain and sadness go away and I just… I just feel so helpless right now. I can’t fix this. I can’t make it better and it hurts to know that she finally found a pain I can’t cure” he declared with anger and self loathing in his voice.
Without a second thought in mind, Liz released Max’s hand and wrapped her arms tightly around his body. She knew it wasn’t the same thing but it really hurt her, that there was a pain he was feeling, that she couldn’t cure.
~&~&~&~&~&
“I’m scared” Isabel admitted and stared down at her hands in embarrassment. “I need Alex… I need him with me and I’m scared that because I kept the truth from him, he’s gonna hate me.”
“That’s not possible” Tess stated with a sharp nod that had her blonde curls flaying around wildly. “Alex loves you Isabel. He’s in love with you. Just… just give him some time” she advised wisely and shot Maria a helpless look when her words didn’t seem to penetrate Isabel’s worries and concerns.
“Okay… listen sweetie” Maria stated and steeled her resolve before speaking her mind. “Alex is finding everything out in one day. He has to get used to the fact that he was about to become a father and now… well, all I’m saying as that you need to give him time. He’ll come around and he will be here for you but just give him some time.”
~&~&~&~&~&
As he dropped to his knees, sobs began to wrack his body. Alone, with only lit candles and stained glass as light, he let his carefully held in tears, out and cried for the life of his unborn child.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You know… back at the health center, I sort of got the impression that maybe… well maybe there was more to… shit” Liz muttered under her breath as she couldn’t seem to find the right way to tell Max what she was thinking. “Never mind… sorry I mentioned anything” she quickly apologized when his voice, gruff from his earlier emotional break, finished her sentence for her.
“More to my emotional turmoil than the well being of my sister.”
When put that way, Liz cringed at the thought and quickly opened her mouth to deny his statement when she realized he hadn’t sounded angry or even upset by the observation.
“Maybe” she admitted instead.
“Maybe… maybe there was more to it.”
~&~&~&~&~&
As the day grew dark, Maria and Tess finally succumbed to Isabel’s urgings and left her alone to think. She couldn’t believe that in the span of minutes, she went from being a mom to… not a mom. She hated herself for not telling Alex sooner and for taking away his chance to revel in the idea that he was going to be a dad. She had just been so scared that everything around her was going to change with her body as the days and months past.
Outside her door, she heard the squeaking of rubber soles on the plain white tile as someone pushed a med cart across the floor. The steady hum of the air condition mingled with the high pitched beeps of nearby monitors all filled her ears as she desperately tried to block out the excruciating pain she continued to feel.
It was going to be a long night; she only wished that Alex could have been there with her.”
~&~&~&~&~&
“Look Max, I know she’s your sister but… but you can’t even begin to imagine what this feels like for me” Alex stated, trying and failing to keep the stinging bite out of his tone. “So I would really appreciate it if you would just…”
“Megan Foster”
“What?” Alex questioned as the anger on his face turned into confusion.
“Megan Foster. She was my girlfriend in high school and the first girl I ever slept with” Max stated and quit pacing to sit down on the chair across from Alex. “Half way through our junior year, she got pregnant and before she told me anything, she had an abortion.” It had been a hard thing to live through once, which was why he never told anyone about it before that afternoon when he opened up to Liz. She had been the one who suggested Max tell it one more time, if only to help his sister and her boyfriend through a trying experience that no one else knew how to help them with.
“Wow” Alex commented. While he wanted to ask what happened, how Max found out and what happened to the girl, he held back, unwilling to pry into a situation that was obviously extremely personal.
“There was another girl, Dana, who was Megan’s best friend. She um… she tried to talk Megan into saying something to me before she did something she couldn’t take back but when Megan didn’t listen, Dana came to me instead” Max continued as he felt anger well up inside him once again as he remembered the irreparable pain he felt at the naïve age of seventeen. “I tried to stop her but by the time I got to the clinic… it was too late. She had already done it and… my child was gone before I ever found out I was going to be a dad.”
“So how’d you get through it?” Alex asked, now that his temper had calmed significantly.
“Dana helped but… there was only so much she could say” Max shrugged. “I never told anyone else… not even Isabel. It was just too hard to talk about so I kind of just buried it away and tried to pretend that it was some nightmare and not something I actually lived through. Sometimes it works, other times, like today, it doesn’t.”
Alex nodded to show he understood while his own thoughts began to swirl. He knew they were two different situations. Isabel hadn’t intentionally done anything wrong… she had just been scared. The look in her eyes earlier that afternoon had clearly conveyed how sorry she was and how torn up inside she was over the loss.
No. Isabel wasn’t like Megan but Max did understand what Alex was going through. He had also mourned the loss of a child and maybe with time, they’d both heal from the emotional scars such a loss would leave.
“Thanks” Alex said. It was the only thing he could think to say. Max didn’t have to share something so personal but he had in order to help and even if Alex did have the eloquent words, he was appreciative of the gesture.
~&~&~&~&~&
Later that night, just as Isabel began to finally drift off, a soft light filled her room. Through dazed eyes, she turned towards the intrusions just as Alex stepped into the cold, sterile room.
With only a look passed between them, he walked forward and enveloped her in his arms.
It wasn’t over. The pain was still strong and harsh, but they were together and together, they would make it through their sadness. Because in the end, Alex was just grateful that Isabel was alive and healthy.
Chapter 34
With an empty detachment, Isabel stared at the window at all the passing students. Some were laughing, others seemed deep in conversation and many just walked alone and silent. They talked on their cell phones, studied class notes or mentally calculated what kind of grade they would need on their next exam. Hadn’t she done those same things just the day before? Now she felt different… changed. Not a single thought would have brought even a ghost of a smile to her face. There was just too much pain inside.
He opened the door, quiet and slow, but she didn’t turn, deciding it was just another nurse or orderly.
“Izzy” he whispered and watched as her eyes slowly turned to lock on his. He watched her bite her lip and bravely try to hold in her tears. His first instinct was to rush forward and comfort her but he was too scared to. The sadness he felt was consuming and he feared he would lose the weak grip on sanity he was holding on to if he stepped any closer.
“I’m so sorry, Alex” she murmured and tightly wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the cold chill which refused to leave her bones.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked though his voice was devoid of the accusation she feared his tone would hold.
“I wasn’t ready” Isabel replied and struggled to come up with the right words when it was obvious that her answer wasn’t good enough. “I was scared. I wasn’t ready to be a mom and I just… panicked. I was starting to get used to the idea, though. I wanted to tell you on Valentines Day.”
“Are you okay…physically, I mean. Are you okay?” Alex questioned and released a small sigh of relief he hadn’t known he was holding. “The others are in the waiting room. They’ll want to see you soon if that’s okay” he added as nervousness had him fidgeting in his spot.
“I don’t really feel like seeing anyone right now” Isabel stated and was disappointed when Alex merely nodded and walked out. She wanted to call out to him… to tell him that she hadn’t meant him but it was too late and he was gone.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You know, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a gardener” Max stated as he looked up from one of the books, lying haphazardly on the other end of Liz’s study table.
“Yeah” Liz smiled and put her pen down for a moment. After two hours of research, she needed a break and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than being around Max, listening to his sexy, husky voice. “Tell me about it” she encouraged and leaned back in her seat as she settled in to hear his tale.
“When I was about… seven, I guess, my mom had this huge rose bush that she treated like a third child” said Max with a sarcastic eye roll that had Liz’s laughing and a nearby group loudly shushing them. “Anyway, this one time, I got in trouble for… I don’t know, pulling Isabel’s hair or something, so my punishment was to go outside, everyday, and help my mom take care of her garden.”
“Let me guess” Liz intervened. “You had a green thumb and fell in love with gardening??”
“More like a red and pink thumb from all the times a thorn pricked me” Max corrected with a slight cringe in remembrance. “Anyway, I was completely horrible at it which made me want to prove I could do it, if I worked hard enough” he shrugged again and Liz realized it wasn’t about plants and flowers, it was about his ambition.
“Interesting story” she murmured with a soft smile.
“It would have been a better story if I had actually stuck with it and became a gardener” Max stated. “But that’s okay. I still sit outside and help my mom whenever I visit and whenever I have some free time, I like going down to the Boston Public Garden. It’s quiet and a great place to think.”
Like a driver in the Indie500, Liz sped through town in her effort to get to Max. It didn’t even occur to her that she had the wrong place in mind and when she finally pulled into the parking lot and spotted his jeep, her only thought was wondering what part of the garden he had gone to.
Deciding he probably wouldn’t answer his cell, she opted to walk around, hoping that she would somehow find him.
~&~&~&~&~&
Despite Alex’s warnings otherwise, Maria and Tess decided they were going to see Isabel and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Quietly, the two stepped into the room and found a sobbing Isabel curled up into a ball. Sharing a glance, Tess nodded her head and Maria stepped forward to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
Immediately, Isabel turned and buried her head in her friend’s lap. The action was all it took for the damn to burst and all three women began to cry silent tears for the tragic loss they all seemed to feel. “Shh… we’re here for you sweetie” Maria soothed. “We’re not going anywhere” she promised and continued to stroke the blonde’s head as Tess stood, watching and desperately wishing there was something she could do to ease her friend’s pain.
~&~&~&~&~&
“Max!” Liz called out as she saw him hunched forward on a stone bench. With his head lowered, it was impossible for her to see the expression on his face, but as he lifted his head, she was momentarily struck by the shining glint of tears in his eyes.
~&~&~&~&~&
As he roamed around, Alex found himself standing in front of one of the Student Religious Centers. He had never considered himself religious before but, for whatever reason, found himself taking the last few steps up the stairs to the entrance doors.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You found me” Max stated though he didn’t sound as surprised as he should have been. Silently, Liz walked forward and took a seat beside him. Max scooted over to make room and offered her a weak smile.
“I’ll always find you” Liz softly replied.
Tentatively, he reached over and took her hand in his. Instinctively, their fingers laced together as the two sat, staring ahead at the flowers surrounding them and the people walking by. “When we were kids and Isabel would have a bad dream… she would always run to my room first. Then after our parents split up and we lived in different places, I used to get late night calls and SOS e-mails. I’m not really sure why, I guess maybe it was a twin thing” he quietly mused as Liz opted to just lean into him and silently listen.
“I’ve always been able to protect her… to make the pain and sadness go away and I just… I just feel so helpless right now. I can’t fix this. I can’t make it better and it hurts to know that she finally found a pain I can’t cure” he declared with anger and self loathing in his voice.
Without a second thought in mind, Liz released Max’s hand and wrapped her arms tightly around his body. She knew it wasn’t the same thing but it really hurt her, that there was a pain he was feeling, that she couldn’t cure.
~&~&~&~&~&
“I’m scared” Isabel admitted and stared down at her hands in embarrassment. “I need Alex… I need him with me and I’m scared that because I kept the truth from him, he’s gonna hate me.”
“That’s not possible” Tess stated with a sharp nod that had her blonde curls flaying around wildly. “Alex loves you Isabel. He’s in love with you. Just… just give him some time” she advised wisely and shot Maria a helpless look when her words didn’t seem to penetrate Isabel’s worries and concerns.
“Okay… listen sweetie” Maria stated and steeled her resolve before speaking her mind. “Alex is finding everything out in one day. He has to get used to the fact that he was about to become a father and now… well, all I’m saying as that you need to give him time. He’ll come around and he will be here for you but just give him some time.”
~&~&~&~&~&
As he dropped to his knees, sobs began to wrack his body. Alone, with only lit candles and stained glass as light, he let his carefully held in tears, out and cried for the life of his unborn child.
~&~&~&~&~&
“You know… back at the health center, I sort of got the impression that maybe… well maybe there was more to… shit” Liz muttered under her breath as she couldn’t seem to find the right way to tell Max what she was thinking. “Never mind… sorry I mentioned anything” she quickly apologized when his voice, gruff from his earlier emotional break, finished her sentence for her.
“More to my emotional turmoil than the well being of my sister.”
When put that way, Liz cringed at the thought and quickly opened her mouth to deny his statement when she realized he hadn’t sounded angry or even upset by the observation.
“Maybe” she admitted instead.
“Maybe… maybe there was more to it.”
~&~&~&~&~&
As the day grew dark, Maria and Tess finally succumbed to Isabel’s urgings and left her alone to think. She couldn’t believe that in the span of minutes, she went from being a mom to… not a mom. She hated herself for not telling Alex sooner and for taking away his chance to revel in the idea that he was going to be a dad. She had just been so scared that everything around her was going to change with her body as the days and months past.
Outside her door, she heard the squeaking of rubber soles on the plain white tile as someone pushed a med cart across the floor. The steady hum of the air condition mingled with the high pitched beeps of nearby monitors all filled her ears as she desperately tried to block out the excruciating pain she continued to feel.
It was going to be a long night; she only wished that Alex could have been there with her.”
~&~&~&~&~&
“Look Max, I know she’s your sister but… but you can’t even begin to imagine what this feels like for me” Alex stated, trying and failing to keep the stinging bite out of his tone. “So I would really appreciate it if you would just…”
“Megan Foster”
“What?” Alex questioned as the anger on his face turned into confusion.
“Megan Foster. She was my girlfriend in high school and the first girl I ever slept with” Max stated and quit pacing to sit down on the chair across from Alex. “Half way through our junior year, she got pregnant and before she told me anything, she had an abortion.” It had been a hard thing to live through once, which was why he never told anyone about it before that afternoon when he opened up to Liz. She had been the one who suggested Max tell it one more time, if only to help his sister and her boyfriend through a trying experience that no one else knew how to help them with.
“Wow” Alex commented. While he wanted to ask what happened, how Max found out and what happened to the girl, he held back, unwilling to pry into a situation that was obviously extremely personal.
“There was another girl, Dana, who was Megan’s best friend. She um… she tried to talk Megan into saying something to me before she did something she couldn’t take back but when Megan didn’t listen, Dana came to me instead” Max continued as he felt anger well up inside him once again as he remembered the irreparable pain he felt at the naïve age of seventeen. “I tried to stop her but by the time I got to the clinic… it was too late. She had already done it and… my child was gone before I ever found out I was going to be a dad.”
“So how’d you get through it?” Alex asked, now that his temper had calmed significantly.
“Dana helped but… there was only so much she could say” Max shrugged. “I never told anyone else… not even Isabel. It was just too hard to talk about so I kind of just buried it away and tried to pretend that it was some nightmare and not something I actually lived through. Sometimes it works, other times, like today, it doesn’t.”
Alex nodded to show he understood while his own thoughts began to swirl. He knew they were two different situations. Isabel hadn’t intentionally done anything wrong… she had just been scared. The look in her eyes earlier that afternoon had clearly conveyed how sorry she was and how torn up inside she was over the loss.
No. Isabel wasn’t like Megan but Max did understand what Alex was going through. He had also mourned the loss of a child and maybe with time, they’d both heal from the emotional scars such a loss would leave.
“Thanks” Alex said. It was the only thing he could think to say. Max didn’t have to share something so personal but he had in order to help and even if Alex did have the eloquent words, he was appreciative of the gesture.
~&~&~&~&~&
Later that night, just as Isabel began to finally drift off, a soft light filled her room. Through dazed eyes, she turned towards the intrusions just as Alex stepped into the cold, sterile room.
With only a look passed between them, he walked forward and enveloped her in his arms.
It wasn’t over. The pain was still strong and harsh, but they were together and together, they would make it through their sadness. Because in the end, Alex was just grateful that Isabel was alive and healthy.
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Chapter 35
Isabel wasn’t ready to face the girls at the Delta House, though the only ones who had been told were Vicky and Serena. For whatever reason, she believed that they would all just take one look at her and know something had happened. Whether her fear was unfounded or not, Max offered her his apartment as a place to stay. Michael easily agreed and even cleaned up a bit before she arrived.
As the days passed by and Liz or Maria or Tess walked around, either acting normal or walking on pins and needles, Isabel continued to smile indulgently and waited until she was alone with her brother before finally letting the smile fall away.
“They don’t expect you to be happy or okay” Max commented as he watched her curl up into an arm chair and wrap her arms around her body. “Being a friend means never having to pretend.”
From beneath lowered lashes, Isabel studied her brother and couldn’t help but remember the story Alex had told the week before. It hadn’t been intentional or even planned, but when she asked what made him come around, Alex admitted that it had been her brother and his own heartaches that made him finally face his own.
To say that Isabel had been surprised would have been an understatement but now, she wondered how he managed to hide such a horrible experience from everyone, for so long.
“You know… I never liked Megan” Isabel stated out of the blue. She nearly smiled when she noticed that his expression remained unchanged and decided he was going to make an excellent lawyer. He had a perfected poker face. “No one, not even Tess, is that passive. Then there was that giggle. I swear, every time someone opened their mouth to tell a joke, I had to restrain myself from begging them not to make her laugh.”
“You never did like any of the girls I dated” Max replied as a smirk played at his lips.
“I like Liz” Isabel stated and watched the smirk turn into a goofy looking grin. Anytime someone mentioned the petite brunette, Max’s expression always changed to one that mirrored a kid at Christmas. “You can put the cheese away, she has class all afternoon” she added in reference to the cheesy smile he wore.
Childishly, Max stuck his tongue out at her, reminding Isabel of their childhood antics. Whenever they got in trouble as kids, their parents used to separate and order them to their respective corners. Isabel truly believed her parents were actually raised in the dark ages and just time traveled to the future when they issued punishment. Seriously, whose parents made you kneel down in a corner to think about what you had done?
Isabel never had much of a problem staying still for any length of time but Max, on the other hand, used to fidget around like an anxious puppy whose about to be taken home from the pet store. So to even the score up a bit, he used to try everything under the sun to make her laugh and break their forced vow of silence.
Funny faces… crossed eyes… anything he could think of, which was saying a lot. Max had always been really creative.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Isabel asked with an abrupt change of subject, at least is seemed that way to Max.
“Sure” he shrugged easily. “For instance, I’m thinking of eating Pizza tonight and tomorrow, I’ll probably go to class.”
“smart ass” Isabel muttered darkly. “No, dipshit, I don’t mean tonight or tomorrow, I’m talking about three months from now. I’m talking about after graduation and after graduate school. I’m talking about… months and years and decades away. Do you think about it? Do you wonder where you’ll be, what you’ll be doing? Who you’ll be married to?”
“Only little girls dream about their weddings, Isabel” Max retorted though she knew he was just dancing away from the subject. He had thought about his future, she knew he had, he just didn’t seem to want to admit it.
“And what do you dream about, Peter Pan?” she fired back. “Do you think about little brunettes with big brown eyes and enough spit and vinegar to match you? Or isn’t she a part of your future plans?” She hit a nerve, she saw it when his jaw ticked involuntarily. It wasn’t her mission to make him mad, she just wanted him to acknowledge the unknown. The last few days had given Isabel enough perspective to at least know that shutting things away and pretending they weren’t there, didn’t make it real. Make believe and hiding in the dark didn’t solve problems, it only postponed them.
“What the hell is your problem, Isabel?” Max demanded as he gazed at his sister furiously. Isabel wasn’t scared, if anything she welcomed his ire. She didn’t want anyone to walk on eggshells around her, she wanted to go back to normal and a sibling squabble was about as normal as she could get. The plus side was that it would help the both of them for different reasons.
“You do know that Liz chose Harvard for graduate school, right?” she queried, noting that the look on his face clearly indicated her news wasn’t new to him. “The possibility that she might not get in, just isn’t there. She’s personable, she has tons of extracurriculars and definitely has the grades” she felt the need to point out. “You, on the other hand, chose Columbia or Georgetown long before you met the lovely Miss Parker. You are also a shoe in to both those schools so the questions is… what do you see in your future?”
Max leaned back, wearing a contemplative expression though the direction he chose was something he carefully held hidden. “What exactly is it that you want me to tell you?” Max wondered and fixed her with a mildly curious look. “Do you want me to tell you that I have some sort of ace up my sleeve? Do you want me to tell you that I’m not at all worried about my future with Liz because I have a plan?”
“Do you… have a plan, I mean?” Isabel queried and again, studied her brother, looking for some answer in either direction but found herself facing a completely blasé expression. “Well?” she demanded, aggravated.
After several more silent seconds, Max finally relented and offered her the minimalist of answers. “I love Liz and… loosing her isn’t something I’m willing to let happen. Let’s just leave it at that for now.”
Isabel opened her mouth to protest then snapped it shut. She knew her brother, he wasn’t an easy shell to crack and right now he was in a difficult mood which would make it even more difficult. Reluctantly, she curled up again and gave him an irritated stare. “Fine… for now.”
~&~&~&~&~&
With Isabel sleeping in his bed, Max decided to go over to the Delta House to see his girlfriend who he really starting to miss. Considering the circumstances, they hadn’t really had much of opportunity to see one another, much less talk, since that day in the garden. “She should be upstairs in her room” Serena directed when opened the door.
With a nod and a quick thank you smile, Max took the steps two at a time until he found himself standing outside Liz’s bedroom door. The jazz-like/bluesy drum beat that drifted out from beneath the door told Max his girlfriend was working on something creative. Whenever she had science homework, the music Liz listened to was always slightly heavy with a fast beat. She said the music gave her a rush and perfectly fitted her mood.
When the assignment was some sort of paper, essay or English composition, she tended to listen to blues, jazz or indie rock because she said the beats got her creative juices flowing.
Usually, Max just gave her an indulgent smile which usually led to one of her indignant huffs. Soon enough they were fooling around and then falling into bed together.
With that in mind, he slowly pushed the door opened and found his beautiful girlfriend sitting cross legged on the carpet as she pounded away at her laptop keys. With every drum beat, her head bobbed up and down as her eyes stared, unblinking, at the monitor screen. “The Fugees again, huh? What is it… history paper or English essay?” he queried and watched as her eyes lit up at him.
“This is a pleasant surprise” Liz returned as she pushed the computer away. “And you’re wrong on both counts. It’s my Biology thesis paper.” Her answer caused Max to quirk a curious brow as he made himself at home on her bed. “But the damn thing is so technical that I needed my creative music. Shut up!” she added with mock indigence as Max gave a quiet snort in response.
“Why don’t you come here and make me” he propositioned and while Liz was extremely tempted, she knew that her work would be forgotten for the night if she stepped any closer to the Adonis on her bed.
“Hmm… don’t tempt me” Liz murmured as she stared at the muscles in his arms and the way his shirt pulled across a very broad and muscular chest. “Have I ever told you how incredibly hot you are?” she asked and watched with a small smile as a slight blush crept up his cheeks. It amused her how he could be this hot lover and dominate her body in ways she never before experienced, yet at other times, he still retained some of the same shyness he first showed her.
“Then I guess we make the perfect couple” Max recovered. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
The last strains of “Killing Me Softly” faded into the background as Sarah McLachlan began to sing her song.
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
Suddenly, working on an assignment she still had weeks to complete, didn’t seem so important anymore. Offering Max a soft smile, Liz rose from the carpet and swayed her hips as she sauntered up to him. Instantly, his hands came to rest on her hips as she stared down at him with love in her eyes.
No words past in the silence as she lowered her mouth to his in a kiss that spoke volumes. Dazed and aroused, Max clutched the material of the thin, ribbed tank she wore and pulled her closer.
His tongue grazed hers, causing an aroused shiver to dance up her spine. Their breathing mixed and mingled as she climbed onto her the bed and straddled his lap, bringing their aching centers into close contact. Both let out hungry moans of anticipation as their hips danced together, desperately trying to get closer until nothing short of air could have past between their heaving bodies
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears
Breaking away from her lips, Max trailed his lips down the smooth column of her throat and pressed several, small, open mouthed kisses to her heated skin. Hands pushed at the material of her top until he met the silk of her flesh and still, pressed her closer.
“Max…” she panted quietly in his ear and tugged the sensitive lobe into her mouth. Frantically, their hands grappled until both sat topless on the bed. The feel his muscled chest pressing into her breasts had Liz’s nipples jutting out in arousal. As though reading her mind, Max took the hard nubs between his fingers and gently tugged as Liz writhed around on his lap.
“So beautiful” he whispered against her skin and nudged her body back far enough to take one pink nipple in his mouth. With a mouth didn’t know how to disappoint, he sucked and gently scraped his teeth against the puckered nub. A loud, pleased moan was his reward while Liz’s hands fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans.
Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
As the two fell back against the mattress, Liz climbed down Max’s body, pulling his jeans along with her. Quickly, she worked to divest him of all his clothes until he lay before her completely bare. “So fucking hot” she murmured and licked her lips in anticipation. “Hmmm…” she moaned when his large hands pulled her close to return the favor.
Naked, both tightly wrapped their arms around one another as their lips caressed and devoured.
Teasingly, Max trailed one hand to rest between Liz’s silky thighs. Instantly, she opened up for him as his fingers began to pleasure her dripping core. “You’re so wet, Liz” he murmured against their kiss. Her answer was another, drawn out moan as he added another finger and plunged them in and out at a rapidly satisfying pace.
“Max… yes… hmm…” she whimpered as he brought her closer to the edge of her peak. Pushing her onto her back, Max leaned down to take a succulent nipple into his mouth and sucked until she came apart, wildly chanting his name.
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let be the calm you seek
Rolling over, Liz pushed Max onto his back and rose above him on her knees. Teasingly, she stroked his cock up and down, quickly building a fire between them would eventually consume both. “How do you feel baby? Does this feel good?” she asked and coated his dick with the cum dripping from the mushroom tip.
“Please…” he replies as his hips buck up in an effort to get closer to her dripping pussy.
With an impish grin crossing her features, Liz lifts her hips enough to position his thick cock between her legs. Slowly… teasingly, she sinks down, inch by inch until his hard shaft is buried to the hilt.
Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away
With her hands braced against his chest, Liz begins to slowly rise up before roughly sinking down again. Her action causes and deep groan to rumble from Max’s lips as he reaches up to palm her bouncing breasts. Again and again, she rides him until both are left gasping for air.
Wild and uninhibited, Liz begins bouncing harder so that his thick cock rubs against her clit with every motion. “Max…” she whimpered when he grasped onto her hips and pushed and pulled her on his prick, creating so much delicious friction that her juices began to drip down his wonderful cock.
Caressing and tugging her own nipples, Liz goes wild on his lap as he hammers upwards.
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
Their hot, sweaty motions are a stark contrast to the music playing around them which is quickly drowned out by the loud pants and pleasured moans each emit. His name falls from his lips as she peaks and holds his dick tight within her spasming pussy.
Still painfully hard and horny as hell, Max lifts Liz up and nudges her onto her hands and knees. Grabbing onto the bars of her head board, Liz turned to give Max another impish grin as he positioned himself behind her. He wanted to tease her but couldn’t bring himself to hold out any longer and plunged into her silken heat.
Quickly finding their rhythm, hips slammed together in tandem as his thick cock brought them both pleasure.
Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away
With the headboard banging against the wall, Max and Liz continued to fuck like bunnies as both searched for the release. His hands palmed her breasts as he leaned over her, rapidly pushing in and out of her tight opening. “I’m so close” he murmured and placed several, loving kisses against her spine.
“Do it, Max. Fuck me baby” Liz encouraged and roughly pushed back against him.
Moments later, his hot cum bathed her walls, causing Liz to find her second release. Both fell back in ecstasy with Max still buried deep inside her wet center and his arms tightly wrapped around her body. “I love you” he whispered and heard the smile in her voice as she whispered back, “And I love you.”
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
As it seemed to be the recent trait, moments later, a loud banging sounded on the wall as Tess noisily protested being awakened by a late night bout of sex that did not involve herself and Kyle.
but thank you for sharing. Thanks again, everyone!!!Chapter 35
Isabel wasn’t ready to face the girls at the Delta House, though the only ones who had been told were Vicky and Serena. For whatever reason, she believed that they would all just take one look at her and know something had happened. Whether her fear was unfounded or not, Max offered her his apartment as a place to stay. Michael easily agreed and even cleaned up a bit before she arrived.
As the days passed by and Liz or Maria or Tess walked around, either acting normal or walking on pins and needles, Isabel continued to smile indulgently and waited until she was alone with her brother before finally letting the smile fall away.
“They don’t expect you to be happy or okay” Max commented as he watched her curl up into an arm chair and wrap her arms around her body. “Being a friend means never having to pretend.”
From beneath lowered lashes, Isabel studied her brother and couldn’t help but remember the story Alex had told the week before. It hadn’t been intentional or even planned, but when she asked what made him come around, Alex admitted that it had been her brother and his own heartaches that made him finally face his own.
To say that Isabel had been surprised would have been an understatement but now, she wondered how he managed to hide such a horrible experience from everyone, for so long.
“You know… I never liked Megan” Isabel stated out of the blue. She nearly smiled when she noticed that his expression remained unchanged and decided he was going to make an excellent lawyer. He had a perfected poker face. “No one, not even Tess, is that passive. Then there was that giggle. I swear, every time someone opened their mouth to tell a joke, I had to restrain myself from begging them not to make her laugh.”
“You never did like any of the girls I dated” Max replied as a smirk played at his lips.
“I like Liz” Isabel stated and watched the smirk turn into a goofy looking grin. Anytime someone mentioned the petite brunette, Max’s expression always changed to one that mirrored a kid at Christmas. “You can put the cheese away, she has class all afternoon” she added in reference to the cheesy smile he wore.
Childishly, Max stuck his tongue out at her, reminding Isabel of their childhood antics. Whenever they got in trouble as kids, their parents used to separate and order them to their respective corners. Isabel truly believed her parents were actually raised in the dark ages and just time traveled to the future when they issued punishment. Seriously, whose parents made you kneel down in a corner to think about what you had done?
Isabel never had much of a problem staying still for any length of time but Max, on the other hand, used to fidget around like an anxious puppy whose about to be taken home from the pet store. So to even the score up a bit, he used to try everything under the sun to make her laugh and break their forced vow of silence.
Funny faces… crossed eyes… anything he could think of, which was saying a lot. Max had always been really creative.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Isabel asked with an abrupt change of subject, at least is seemed that way to Max.
“Sure” he shrugged easily. “For instance, I’m thinking of eating Pizza tonight and tomorrow, I’ll probably go to class.”
“smart ass” Isabel muttered darkly. “No, dipshit, I don’t mean tonight or tomorrow, I’m talking about three months from now. I’m talking about after graduation and after graduate school. I’m talking about… months and years and decades away. Do you think about it? Do you wonder where you’ll be, what you’ll be doing? Who you’ll be married to?”
“Only little girls dream about their weddings, Isabel” Max retorted though she knew he was just dancing away from the subject. He had thought about his future, she knew he had, he just didn’t seem to want to admit it.
“And what do you dream about, Peter Pan?” she fired back. “Do you think about little brunettes with big brown eyes and enough spit and vinegar to match you? Or isn’t she a part of your future plans?” She hit a nerve, she saw it when his jaw ticked involuntarily. It wasn’t her mission to make him mad, she just wanted him to acknowledge the unknown. The last few days had given Isabel enough perspective to at least know that shutting things away and pretending they weren’t there, didn’t make it real. Make believe and hiding in the dark didn’t solve problems, it only postponed them.
“What the hell is your problem, Isabel?” Max demanded as he gazed at his sister furiously. Isabel wasn’t scared, if anything she welcomed his ire. She didn’t want anyone to walk on eggshells around her, she wanted to go back to normal and a sibling squabble was about as normal as she could get. The plus side was that it would help the both of them for different reasons.
“You do know that Liz chose Harvard for graduate school, right?” she queried, noting that the look on his face clearly indicated her news wasn’t new to him. “The possibility that she might not get in, just isn’t there. She’s personable, she has tons of extracurriculars and definitely has the grades” she felt the need to point out. “You, on the other hand, chose Columbia or Georgetown long before you met the lovely Miss Parker. You are also a shoe in to both those schools so the questions is… what do you see in your future?”
Max leaned back, wearing a contemplative expression though the direction he chose was something he carefully held hidden. “What exactly is it that you want me to tell you?” Max wondered and fixed her with a mildly curious look. “Do you want me to tell you that I have some sort of ace up my sleeve? Do you want me to tell you that I’m not at all worried about my future with Liz because I have a plan?”
“Do you… have a plan, I mean?” Isabel queried and again, studied her brother, looking for some answer in either direction but found herself facing a completely blasé expression. “Well?” she demanded, aggravated.
After several more silent seconds, Max finally relented and offered her the minimalist of answers. “I love Liz and… loosing her isn’t something I’m willing to let happen. Let’s just leave it at that for now.”
Isabel opened her mouth to protest then snapped it shut. She knew her brother, he wasn’t an easy shell to crack and right now he was in a difficult mood which would make it even more difficult. Reluctantly, she curled up again and gave him an irritated stare. “Fine… for now.”
~&~&~&~&~&
With Isabel sleeping in his bed, Max decided to go over to the Delta House to see his girlfriend who he really starting to miss. Considering the circumstances, they hadn’t really had much of opportunity to see one another, much less talk, since that day in the garden. “She should be upstairs in her room” Serena directed when opened the door.
With a nod and a quick thank you smile, Max took the steps two at a time until he found himself standing outside Liz’s bedroom door. The jazz-like/bluesy drum beat that drifted out from beneath the door told Max his girlfriend was working on something creative. Whenever she had science homework, the music Liz listened to was always slightly heavy with a fast beat. She said the music gave her a rush and perfectly fitted her mood.
When the assignment was some sort of paper, essay or English composition, she tended to listen to blues, jazz or indie rock because she said the beats got her creative juices flowing.
Usually, Max just gave her an indulgent smile which usually led to one of her indignant huffs. Soon enough they were fooling around and then falling into bed together.
With that in mind, he slowly pushed the door opened and found his beautiful girlfriend sitting cross legged on the carpet as she pounded away at her laptop keys. With every drum beat, her head bobbed up and down as her eyes stared, unblinking, at the monitor screen. “The Fugees again, huh? What is it… history paper or English essay?” he queried and watched as her eyes lit up at him.
“This is a pleasant surprise” Liz returned as she pushed the computer away. “And you’re wrong on both counts. It’s my Biology thesis paper.” Her answer caused Max to quirk a curious brow as he made himself at home on her bed. “But the damn thing is so technical that I needed my creative music. Shut up!” she added with mock indigence as Max gave a quiet snort in response.
“Why don’t you come here and make me” he propositioned and while Liz was extremely tempted, she knew that her work would be forgotten for the night if she stepped any closer to the Adonis on her bed.
“Hmm… don’t tempt me” Liz murmured as she stared at the muscles in his arms and the way his shirt pulled across a very broad and muscular chest. “Have I ever told you how incredibly hot you are?” she asked and watched with a small smile as a slight blush crept up his cheeks. It amused her how he could be this hot lover and dominate her body in ways she never before experienced, yet at other times, he still retained some of the same shyness he first showed her.
“Then I guess we make the perfect couple” Max recovered. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
The last strains of “Killing Me Softly” faded into the background as Sarah McLachlan began to sing her song.
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
Suddenly, working on an assignment she still had weeks to complete, didn’t seem so important anymore. Offering Max a soft smile, Liz rose from the carpet and swayed her hips as she sauntered up to him. Instantly, his hands came to rest on her hips as she stared down at him with love in her eyes.
No words past in the silence as she lowered her mouth to his in a kiss that spoke volumes. Dazed and aroused, Max clutched the material of the thin, ribbed tank she wore and pulled her closer.
His tongue grazed hers, causing an aroused shiver to dance up her spine. Their breathing mixed and mingled as she climbed onto her the bed and straddled his lap, bringing their aching centers into close contact. Both let out hungry moans of anticipation as their hips danced together, desperately trying to get closer until nothing short of air could have past between their heaving bodies
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears
Breaking away from her lips, Max trailed his lips down the smooth column of her throat and pressed several, small, open mouthed kisses to her heated skin. Hands pushed at the material of her top until he met the silk of her flesh and still, pressed her closer.
“Max…” she panted quietly in his ear and tugged the sensitive lobe into her mouth. Frantically, their hands grappled until both sat topless on the bed. The feel his muscled chest pressing into her breasts had Liz’s nipples jutting out in arousal. As though reading her mind, Max took the hard nubs between his fingers and gently tugged as Liz writhed around on his lap.
“So beautiful” he whispered against her skin and nudged her body back far enough to take one pink nipple in his mouth. With a mouth didn’t know how to disappoint, he sucked and gently scraped his teeth against the puckered nub. A loud, pleased moan was his reward while Liz’s hands fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans.
Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
As the two fell back against the mattress, Liz climbed down Max’s body, pulling his jeans along with her. Quickly, she worked to divest him of all his clothes until he lay before her completely bare. “So fucking hot” she murmured and licked her lips in anticipation. “Hmmm…” she moaned when his large hands pulled her close to return the favor.
Naked, both tightly wrapped their arms around one another as their lips caressed and devoured.
Teasingly, Max trailed one hand to rest between Liz’s silky thighs. Instantly, she opened up for him as his fingers began to pleasure her dripping core. “You’re so wet, Liz” he murmured against their kiss. Her answer was another, drawn out moan as he added another finger and plunged them in and out at a rapidly satisfying pace.
“Max… yes… hmm…” she whimpered as he brought her closer to the edge of her peak. Pushing her onto her back, Max leaned down to take a succulent nipple into his mouth and sucked until she came apart, wildly chanting his name.
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let be the calm you seek
Rolling over, Liz pushed Max onto his back and rose above him on her knees. Teasingly, she stroked his cock up and down, quickly building a fire between them would eventually consume both. “How do you feel baby? Does this feel good?” she asked and coated his dick with the cum dripping from the mushroom tip.
“Please…” he replies as his hips buck up in an effort to get closer to her dripping pussy.
With an impish grin crossing her features, Liz lifts her hips enough to position his thick cock between her legs. Slowly… teasingly, she sinks down, inch by inch until his hard shaft is buried to the hilt.
Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away
With her hands braced against his chest, Liz begins to slowly rise up before roughly sinking down again. Her action causes and deep groan to rumble from Max’s lips as he reaches up to palm her bouncing breasts. Again and again, she rides him until both are left gasping for air.
Wild and uninhibited, Liz begins bouncing harder so that his thick cock rubs against her clit with every motion. “Max…” she whimpered when he grasped onto her hips and pushed and pulled her on his prick, creating so much delicious friction that her juices began to drip down his wonderful cock.
Caressing and tugging her own nipples, Liz goes wild on his lap as he hammers upwards.
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
Their hot, sweaty motions are a stark contrast to the music playing around them which is quickly drowned out by the loud pants and pleasured moans each emit. His name falls from his lips as she peaks and holds his dick tight within her spasming pussy.
Still painfully hard and horny as hell, Max lifts Liz up and nudges her onto her hands and knees. Grabbing onto the bars of her head board, Liz turned to give Max another impish grin as he positioned himself behind her. He wanted to tease her but couldn’t bring himself to hold out any longer and plunged into her silken heat.
Quickly finding their rhythm, hips slammed together in tandem as his thick cock brought them both pleasure.
Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away
With the headboard banging against the wall, Max and Liz continued to fuck like bunnies as both searched for the release. His hands palmed her breasts as he leaned over her, rapidly pushing in and out of her tight opening. “I’m so close” he murmured and placed several, loving kisses against her spine.
“Do it, Max. Fuck me baby” Liz encouraged and roughly pushed back against him.
Moments later, his hot cum bathed her walls, causing Liz to find her second release. Both fell back in ecstasy with Max still buried deep inside her wet center and his arms tightly wrapped around her body. “I love you” he whispered and heard the smile in her voice as she whispered back, “And I love you.”
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
As it seemed to be the recent trait, moments later, a loud banging sounded on the wall as Tess noisily protested being awakened by a late night bout of sex that did not involve herself and Kyle.
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Thanks everyone! This next part will be posted in four parts, each one is a Valentines night with a different couple. This one wasn't exactly what I wanted but... I hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 36A
Earlier that day, when Maria showed up carting a black, leather garment bag and pair of ruby red shoes, Isabel merely quirked a brow and silently watched her friend assemble the outfit. “You realize that you’re never going to fit into my dress, right?” she queried, still not realizing that the outfit was for her.
“Okay sweetie, I think that living with Michael is making you stupid” Maria replied and tossed Isabel a hairbrush. “You, my dear, are going to put on this beautiful dress, because we all know Alex loves you in red, I’m going to help you with your hair and then you’re going to return the favor” she explained and walked out before Isabel could argue.
Moments later, she appeared with another garment bag holding a white, knee length halter dress.
Isabel bit her lip in nervousness. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out with Alex, it was just that every time they had seen each other since the miscarriage consisted of ‘how are you’ conversations on both their parts. She honestly wouldn’t have even remembered it was Valentines Day if it wasn’t for Max who left an hour before to get his night ready.
As though sensing where her thoughts were heading, Maria took Isabel’s chin in her hand, forcing the blonde to look into her eyes. “It’s been really rough on you and Alex lately. You’ve both been through more than anyone ever deserves but for one night, don’t think about the sadness, think about each other. Let him woo you” she advised and pulled Isabel into a hug as tears formed in their eyes.
Nodding, Isabel tossed her friend a grateful smile and allowed herself to be ordered around by Maria who made it her job to make them both beautiful.
Curlers… lipstick… high heels… earrings… powder….
Finally, over an hour later, the two stood in front of Max’s dresser mirror, critically studying their reflections. “I am such a babe” Maria commented. “You’re alright too” she added with teasing grin. Promptly, Isabel rolled her eyes just as a knock sounded on the closed bedroom door. “Come in” she invited.
“Hey, you ready?” Michael asked as he stared at the both with an expectant look.
“Well…?”
“Well what?” he asked, seemingly confused by what his girlfriend was asking.
“Urg! Never mind” Maria replied and began to stomp off, only to be pushed back in place by a grinning Michael. “What?” she demanded, irritated by his smug expression.
“You look beautiful” Michael commented and watched Maria’s irate eyes soften. “I love you” he murmured and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Are you ready to go?” he repeated, this time in a sweeter, gentler voice. Wordlessly, Maria nodded and offered him another smile as the two turned to walk out. “Isabel… you look really nice too” he added, uncomfortably while she simply smiled an amused smile back.
Thankfully, she didn’t have a lot of time to let her mind wander to other things as soon enough, there was another knock on the door, this time revealing a tuxedo clad Alex Whitman. “God you’re breathtaking” he murmured as she stood before him, wearing a red, strapless floor length dress. Like any good gentleman, he took her hand in his and pressed a soft kiss to her smooth skin.
Isabel smiled brilliantly in thanks and offered her own compliments. “So where are we going?” she asked, minutes later as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“Well… I thought a lot about what we could do and in light of… well, everything, I came up with an idea” Alex stated, nervously as he chanced a quick glance at Isabel. “I hope you aren’t really disappointed but we’re going to my apartment.” If he noticed the slight way she stiffened, he didn’t mention it as he maneuvered in and out of traffic.
Since the miscarriage, sex hadn’t even been an issue for either. It wasn’t that they silently decided not to do it, it was just that the occasion or mood had never arisen since. The thought that it might be what Alex wanted or even expected briefly crossed Isabel’s mind as her nerves began to run crazily in her stomach.
The rest of the drive was spent silently and when they finally pulled up to Alex’s apartment, Isabel immediately noticed that there was no light in the windows.
Gallantly, Alex walked around to open Isabel’s door for her and carefully tucked her hand in the crook of his arm as he led her up the front walk to the doorway. Whatever Isabel expected, she should have known better and silently chided herself as Alex’s opened the door, revealing a beautiful set-up.
A table had been pulled into the far corner of the living room, covered in a white linen table cloth with a single candle lit in the center. There were several other candles lit throughout the room and the soft strains of guitar music played gently in the background. “These are for you” Alex quietly spoke and handed Isabel fifteen red roses. “I choose the number because it’s the date of our anniversary. We started going dating on the 15th of September” he explained as a slight blush crept up his cheeks.
Isabel couldn’t help but smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”
Smiling, Alex led her over to the table and politely pulled out her chair. “I didn’t cook it” he admitted as Isabel noticed the dinner of grilled chicken, wild rice and steamed vegetables. “But Ray did so it should be pretty good” he added with another nervous smile as he sat down across from his blonde girlfriend.
The rest of dinner past with idle conversation and polite comments. While Isabel enjoyed the meal and her time with Alex, she hated that things still seemed so strained between them. He didn’t blame her, she at least knew that, but he was still grieving too and the sadness seemed to hang over them both like a dark cloud.
Afterwards, once the meal was eaten and the candle blown out, Alex took Isabel’s hand and led her to the couch. With a single kiss to her palm, he took a step back and retrieved an old, acoustic guitar. Isabel watched, mesmerized by the way his fingers gently strummed the strings. Soft strains filled the room as he opened his mouth and sang straight to her heart.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
Isabel loved the sound of his voice. When he sang, he put a piece of himself into every word, every sound until he was a part of the song. She loved that about him and relished the sound of his masculine voice, singing to her now.
I can’t keep up
And I can’t back down
I’ve been losing so much time
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
They heard this song on their first date. It played on the radio when he drove her home and she mentioned how she adored the words. She remembered once watching an interview with Jason Wade where he explained that the song was written for someone special in his life. Isabel couldn’t help but see the romance in that and found the same heart fluttering feeling now as Alex sang it for someone special in his life.
What are the things that I want to say
Just aren’t coming out right
I’m tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here
As the words continued to flow from his mouth, he looked up at her, silently telling her that he meant the words he had just sung. He once told her that she made him dizzy… made his head spin and made the butterflies flutter in his stomach every time he saw her.
Isabel had smiled and tried to push down the bubble of happiness she felt at his admission. He treated her like a princess, someone he loved and adored but what she loved was that he didn’t put her on a pedestal. He saw her faults and loved her in spite of and because of them.
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
There’s something about you now
I can’t quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
Tears fell from her eyes though for the first time in a long time, they were happy tears. She allowed them to fall freely and didn’t bother to wipe them away as they were a sign of the incredible things Alex made her feel inside.
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
What day is it and in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
He put the guitar down and slowly sat down beside her. Instantly, she came into his arms and felt like she was finally home again. She cried against him as he stroked her hair and murmured words of love in her ear. Afterwards, the two shared a sweet kiss that sparked a quiet fire in both.
Each knew that they weren’t ready yet, but it was a start.
Later, after blowing out all the candles, the two curled up on the couch and watched Pretty Woman. Snuggled together, beneath the blankets, they eventually fell asleep, content in the fact that slowly, but surely, they were healing and would continue to do it together.
Chapter 36A
Earlier that day, when Maria showed up carting a black, leather garment bag and pair of ruby red shoes, Isabel merely quirked a brow and silently watched her friend assemble the outfit. “You realize that you’re never going to fit into my dress, right?” she queried, still not realizing that the outfit was for her.
“Okay sweetie, I think that living with Michael is making you stupid” Maria replied and tossed Isabel a hairbrush. “You, my dear, are going to put on this beautiful dress, because we all know Alex loves you in red, I’m going to help you with your hair and then you’re going to return the favor” she explained and walked out before Isabel could argue.
Moments later, she appeared with another garment bag holding a white, knee length halter dress.
Isabel bit her lip in nervousness. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out with Alex, it was just that every time they had seen each other since the miscarriage consisted of ‘how are you’ conversations on both their parts. She honestly wouldn’t have even remembered it was Valentines Day if it wasn’t for Max who left an hour before to get his night ready.
As though sensing where her thoughts were heading, Maria took Isabel’s chin in her hand, forcing the blonde to look into her eyes. “It’s been really rough on you and Alex lately. You’ve both been through more than anyone ever deserves but for one night, don’t think about the sadness, think about each other. Let him woo you” she advised and pulled Isabel into a hug as tears formed in their eyes.
Nodding, Isabel tossed her friend a grateful smile and allowed herself to be ordered around by Maria who made it her job to make them both beautiful.
Curlers… lipstick… high heels… earrings… powder….
Finally, over an hour later, the two stood in front of Max’s dresser mirror, critically studying their reflections. “I am such a babe” Maria commented. “You’re alright too” she added with teasing grin. Promptly, Isabel rolled her eyes just as a knock sounded on the closed bedroom door. “Come in” she invited.
“Hey, you ready?” Michael asked as he stared at the both with an expectant look.
“Well…?”
“Well what?” he asked, seemingly confused by what his girlfriend was asking.
“Urg! Never mind” Maria replied and began to stomp off, only to be pushed back in place by a grinning Michael. “What?” she demanded, irritated by his smug expression.
“You look beautiful” Michael commented and watched Maria’s irate eyes soften. “I love you” he murmured and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Are you ready to go?” he repeated, this time in a sweeter, gentler voice. Wordlessly, Maria nodded and offered him another smile as the two turned to walk out. “Isabel… you look really nice too” he added, uncomfortably while she simply smiled an amused smile back.
Thankfully, she didn’t have a lot of time to let her mind wander to other things as soon enough, there was another knock on the door, this time revealing a tuxedo clad Alex Whitman. “God you’re breathtaking” he murmured as she stood before him, wearing a red, strapless floor length dress. Like any good gentleman, he took her hand in his and pressed a soft kiss to her smooth skin.
Isabel smiled brilliantly in thanks and offered her own compliments. “So where are we going?” she asked, minutes later as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“Well… I thought a lot about what we could do and in light of… well, everything, I came up with an idea” Alex stated, nervously as he chanced a quick glance at Isabel. “I hope you aren’t really disappointed but we’re going to my apartment.” If he noticed the slight way she stiffened, he didn’t mention it as he maneuvered in and out of traffic.
Since the miscarriage, sex hadn’t even been an issue for either. It wasn’t that they silently decided not to do it, it was just that the occasion or mood had never arisen since. The thought that it might be what Alex wanted or even expected briefly crossed Isabel’s mind as her nerves began to run crazily in her stomach.
The rest of the drive was spent silently and when they finally pulled up to Alex’s apartment, Isabel immediately noticed that there was no light in the windows.
Gallantly, Alex walked around to open Isabel’s door for her and carefully tucked her hand in the crook of his arm as he led her up the front walk to the doorway. Whatever Isabel expected, she should have known better and silently chided herself as Alex’s opened the door, revealing a beautiful set-up.
A table had been pulled into the far corner of the living room, covered in a white linen table cloth with a single candle lit in the center. There were several other candles lit throughout the room and the soft strains of guitar music played gently in the background. “These are for you” Alex quietly spoke and handed Isabel fifteen red roses. “I choose the number because it’s the date of our anniversary. We started going dating on the 15th of September” he explained as a slight blush crept up his cheeks.
Isabel couldn’t help but smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”
Smiling, Alex led her over to the table and politely pulled out her chair. “I didn’t cook it” he admitted as Isabel noticed the dinner of grilled chicken, wild rice and steamed vegetables. “But Ray did so it should be pretty good” he added with another nervous smile as he sat down across from his blonde girlfriend.
The rest of dinner past with idle conversation and polite comments. While Isabel enjoyed the meal and her time with Alex, she hated that things still seemed so strained between them. He didn’t blame her, she at least knew that, but he was still grieving too and the sadness seemed to hang over them both like a dark cloud.
Afterwards, once the meal was eaten and the candle blown out, Alex took Isabel’s hand and led her to the couch. With a single kiss to her palm, he took a step back and retrieved an old, acoustic guitar. Isabel watched, mesmerized by the way his fingers gently strummed the strings. Soft strains filled the room as he opened his mouth and sang straight to her heart.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
Isabel loved the sound of his voice. When he sang, he put a piece of himself into every word, every sound until he was a part of the song. She loved that about him and relished the sound of his masculine voice, singing to her now.
I can’t keep up
And I can’t back down
I’ve been losing so much time
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
They heard this song on their first date. It played on the radio when he drove her home and she mentioned how she adored the words. She remembered once watching an interview with Jason Wade where he explained that the song was written for someone special in his life. Isabel couldn’t help but see the romance in that and found the same heart fluttering feeling now as Alex sang it for someone special in his life.
What are the things that I want to say
Just aren’t coming out right
I’m tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here
As the words continued to flow from his mouth, he looked up at her, silently telling her that he meant the words he had just sung. He once told her that she made him dizzy… made his head spin and made the butterflies flutter in his stomach every time he saw her.
Isabel had smiled and tried to push down the bubble of happiness she felt at his admission. He treated her like a princess, someone he loved and adored but what she loved was that he didn’t put her on a pedestal. He saw her faults and loved her in spite of and because of them.
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
There’s something about you now
I can’t quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
Tears fell from her eyes though for the first time in a long time, they were happy tears. She allowed them to fall freely and didn’t bother to wipe them away as they were a sign of the incredible things Alex made her feel inside.
Cuz it’s you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you and me
And all of the people
And nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me
And all of the people
And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
What day is it and in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
He put the guitar down and slowly sat down beside her. Instantly, she came into his arms and felt like she was finally home again. She cried against him as he stroked her hair and murmured words of love in her ear. Afterwards, the two shared a sweet kiss that sparked a quiet fire in both.
Each knew that they weren’t ready yet, but it was a start.
Later, after blowing out all the candles, the two curled up on the couch and watched Pretty Woman. Snuggled together, beneath the blankets, they eventually fell asleep, content in the fact that slowly, but surely, they were healing and would continue to do it together.
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Hi everyone! Thanks for the feedback and I'm sorry I took so long. I'll try to get the next couple parts of this chapter out ASAP! Thanks again for your patience! Happy Halloween!
Chapter 36B
Throughout the entire car ride, Maria attempted, to no avail, to weasel the destination of their date out of Michael. Much to her displeasure, the cool expression never left his face as he continued to evade all her questions until Maria finally gave up. Huffing in mock anger, she slumped against the seat and took to staring out the window in an effort to find some clue as to where he was taking her.
Finally, they arrived at some swanky little blues club on the edge of the city. Maria instantly recognized the name as one she heard about from a girl in her music theory class. Instantly, she began to wrack her brain, trying to remember when, if ever, she had mentioned the place to Michael. “You did” he stated, as though reading her mind. “Come on” he invited.
Maria shot him a curious look but quietly complied. Together, with her hand clasped in his, they journeyed to the front door and were instantly seated by the hostess. A small, square “Reserved” card stood on the table top, causing Maria to smile happily. Not only did he bring her to a place she would really enjoy, but he obviously thought and planned the evening out.
“What can I get you to drink?” the waitress queried as she handed both a menu.
“Rum and coke. Um… two.”
“So what do you think, so far?” Michael wondered, almost successfully concealing the uncertainty in his tone.
Maria smiled again and gently squeezed his hand. While a lot of girls would have been disappointed, preferring to instead be taken out to some French restaurant or a classy dance club, Maria was immensely satisfied. She liked frills on occasion but his choice showed that he had been thinking solely of her. She loved old vinyl records with music sung by Etta James and the great Sashmo or instrumentals by Winton and Ellis Marsalis. Blues and Jazz were her musical passion. Michael knew that about her and chose an atmosphere she could really enjoy.
“I think it’s perfect” Maria replied just as the waitress returned with their drinks, ready to take their meal orders.
Conversation flowed between the couple as an older woman stepped up on stage and began to sing a beautiful rendition of “Stormy Weather.” Maria couldn’t help but slightly sway with the fluid vocals as she explained the beauty of the song to a mesmerized Michael. He listened with a small smile playing on the corners of his lips as she lost herself in the details of composition, key, pitch and countless other things.
It should have been strange. She was literally dissecting the song, all the while listening to each word as though the woman was singing to her. Michael found himself awestruck at the radiance that lit her face as she allowed herself to gently move with the song.
Afterwards, when the plates were cleared and the smoky haze engulfed the room, a gentleman in his mid-sixties stepped up to the microphone. With no more than a simple nod at the musicians behind him, the beginning strains of an old Percy Sledge tune filled the darkened room.
“You know I’m not very good at it but… would you dance with me?” Michael offered, only to be awarded a soft grin from Maria.
“It would be my pleasure” she replied and placed her hand in his outstretched palm. Few couples littered the dance floor as Michael and Maria took their place among them. With her arms resting across around his shoulders, the two began to sway, just as the words fell from the elderly man’s mouth.
When a man loves a woman
Can’t keep his mind on nothing else
He’ll trade the world
For the good thing he’s found
If she is bad he can’t see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down
If prompted, Maria would never have been able to express what she felt in that moment. The men that littered her past ranged from insensitive to self-centered then from demanding to selfish. Michael Guerin, while gruff and rough around the edges, was the first that truly made her feel special.
He didn’t have the eloquence to spout poetry or the voice to sing her a song, but he did it in every gesture. His touches were always gentle and she couldn’t remember that last time he had looked at her, and didn’t display the love he felt.
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
He’d give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that’s the way it ought to be
When a man loves a woman
I’d give you anything I have
Trying to hold on
To your precious love
Baby, please don’t treat me bad
As they leaned into each other, Maria’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt Michael press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. She loved the feel of his lips on her skin and nearly purred in contentment as he repeated the action.
The song sped up as the trumpets filled the air. Maria let him lead her in a small circle across the floor, floating between the few couples that danced around them. Unconsciously, she rested her head against his chest and drowned out the music as his heartbeat lulled her.
When a man loves a woman
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He’s the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
Cause baby, baby, baby
When a man loves a woman
When a man loves a woman
One song drifted into the next as they continued to glide through smoky club. The minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like minutes as the two remained locked in a loving, dancing embrace. Maria couldn’t have asked for a better evening and soon enough, the old pewter clock on the wall struck the hour of eleven.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Michael asked in a husky voice that sounded even deeper from remaining quiet for so long.
Maria shivered at the sexy timber and quickly nodded yes in response. The atmosphere was an effective aphrodisiac on her senses and the idea of spending the rest of her night alone with Michael sounded like the perfect ending to a wonderful evening.
Her hand remained in his throughout the drive back to the apartment. His thumb caressed her knuckles, though she would have bet he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. The heat of his palm warmed her chilled skin as the heater stuttered briefly before blowing out a small gust of hot air that circulated and evaporated around them.
Outside, traffic seemed to have thinned as they flew down the highway headed back into the city. Soon enough, Michael was pulling into the parking lot. Briefly, Maria noticed that Max’s jeep was nowhere around and hoped it meant they would have the entire apartment to themselves for the night.
Quickly, they climbed out and hurried inside as one strong gust of freezing air whipped by, shaking the leaves on the trees and scattering the ones strewn over the pavement. “Ah” Maria sighed as they stepped into the warm apartment. She and Michael shed their coats and stared at one another, almost timidly, for just a moment before they naturally came together.
His lips drank from hers as he lifted her up into his arms. Legs instantly wrapped around and griped his body against hers. Wrapped up in their embrace, Michael carried her into his bedroom, a normally messy space that had been tidied up simply for Maria.
He thought she wanted slow and romantic, but it was Maria who frantically tugged on the tie he hated but wore, none the less. Her nimble fingers poked the buttons of his shirt through their holes and it was her hands that fumbled and grasped at his belt, desperately trying to free him from the restricting black khaki.
Taking a page from her book, Michael’s hands searched for and found the zipper holding the beautiful satin to her body. The sound reverberated in the quiet room as she helped him push the material down until it slithered in a pool around her ankles. Left only in a small, lace thong and a pair of white stiletto heels, Maria moaned in Michael’s mouth as his rough palms caressed her perky breasts.
Wrestling around, the two ended up against the wall as they fiercely kissed one another. “Now” she murmured against his lips and squealed softly as he hefted her up to rest between the solid surface of the wall and his body. In one quick plunge, he brought Maria down onto his hard erection as quite sighs fell from their lips.
With their bodies tightly pressed together and their mouths hungrily fused, he began to thrust up and nearly cried out as she clenched her muscles around him. Despite the hastiness they began with, his strokes were long and slow. He wanted to build her up until she could hardly breathe and then hold her as she plunged head first into ecstasy.
She was soft and smooth everywhere, he thought. Hands trailed down until he cupped her ass in his hands and began to drag her up and down his body pleasurably. Gasping, she wrenched her mouth away and let loose a string of moans and groans as he slid in and out. “Michael…” she whispered and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned into him.
From where they were joined, up, not an inch of skin remained untouched as they caressed, loved and held tight.
All too soon, Maria felt the beginning tingle creep up her body. Desperate, she began to move harder, clenching tighter while her breath came out in short pants.
Sensing her distress, Michael began to thrust faster. Short and fast as spasms of pleasure flooded their bodies. Mouths fused together again in a heated kiss that only fanned the flame burning between them. “Yes… yes, Michael!!” she screamed in shear bliss and rode out her waves of pleasure as he continued his rapid strokes.
He was so close, he could feel it and grasped her securely as he pushed away from the wall and carried her to the bed. Falling over together, they lay haphazardly as he raised her legs and began to plunge into her wet depths, over and again until he finally found his release.
Calling out in ecstasy, he pumped his seed into her waiting body while she began to convulse again in completion as he sparked her second orgasm. Whimpering his name, she writhed around until they both came down from their high. Tired and breathing hard, the two collapsed side by side on the thick mattress.
“Happy Valentines Day” Maria whispered, several moments later.
“Happy Valentines Day” Michael returned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Later, as their breathing eventually settled and their bodies cooled, they slipped under the blankets and slept for several hours before waking up, rolling over and having a repeat performance.
Chapter 36B
Throughout the entire car ride, Maria attempted, to no avail, to weasel the destination of their date out of Michael. Much to her displeasure, the cool expression never left his face as he continued to evade all her questions until Maria finally gave up. Huffing in mock anger, she slumped against the seat and took to staring out the window in an effort to find some clue as to where he was taking her.
Finally, they arrived at some swanky little blues club on the edge of the city. Maria instantly recognized the name as one she heard about from a girl in her music theory class. Instantly, she began to wrack her brain, trying to remember when, if ever, she had mentioned the place to Michael. “You did” he stated, as though reading her mind. “Come on” he invited.
Maria shot him a curious look but quietly complied. Together, with her hand clasped in his, they journeyed to the front door and were instantly seated by the hostess. A small, square “Reserved” card stood on the table top, causing Maria to smile happily. Not only did he bring her to a place she would really enjoy, but he obviously thought and planned the evening out.
“What can I get you to drink?” the waitress queried as she handed both a menu.
“Rum and coke. Um… two.”
“So what do you think, so far?” Michael wondered, almost successfully concealing the uncertainty in his tone.
Maria smiled again and gently squeezed his hand. While a lot of girls would have been disappointed, preferring to instead be taken out to some French restaurant or a classy dance club, Maria was immensely satisfied. She liked frills on occasion but his choice showed that he had been thinking solely of her. She loved old vinyl records with music sung by Etta James and the great Sashmo or instrumentals by Winton and Ellis Marsalis. Blues and Jazz were her musical passion. Michael knew that about her and chose an atmosphere she could really enjoy.
“I think it’s perfect” Maria replied just as the waitress returned with their drinks, ready to take their meal orders.
Conversation flowed between the couple as an older woman stepped up on stage and began to sing a beautiful rendition of “Stormy Weather.” Maria couldn’t help but slightly sway with the fluid vocals as she explained the beauty of the song to a mesmerized Michael. He listened with a small smile playing on the corners of his lips as she lost herself in the details of composition, key, pitch and countless other things.
It should have been strange. She was literally dissecting the song, all the while listening to each word as though the woman was singing to her. Michael found himself awestruck at the radiance that lit her face as she allowed herself to gently move with the song.
Afterwards, when the plates were cleared and the smoky haze engulfed the room, a gentleman in his mid-sixties stepped up to the microphone. With no more than a simple nod at the musicians behind him, the beginning strains of an old Percy Sledge tune filled the darkened room.
“You know I’m not very good at it but… would you dance with me?” Michael offered, only to be awarded a soft grin from Maria.
“It would be my pleasure” she replied and placed her hand in his outstretched palm. Few couples littered the dance floor as Michael and Maria took their place among them. With her arms resting across around his shoulders, the two began to sway, just as the words fell from the elderly man’s mouth.
When a man loves a woman
Can’t keep his mind on nothing else
He’ll trade the world
For the good thing he’s found
If she is bad he can’t see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down
If prompted, Maria would never have been able to express what she felt in that moment. The men that littered her past ranged from insensitive to self-centered then from demanding to selfish. Michael Guerin, while gruff and rough around the edges, was the first that truly made her feel special.
He didn’t have the eloquence to spout poetry or the voice to sing her a song, but he did it in every gesture. His touches were always gentle and she couldn’t remember that last time he had looked at her, and didn’t display the love he felt.
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
He’d give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that’s the way it ought to be
When a man loves a woman
I’d give you anything I have
Trying to hold on
To your precious love
Baby, please don’t treat me bad
As they leaned into each other, Maria’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt Michael press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. She loved the feel of his lips on her skin and nearly purred in contentment as he repeated the action.
The song sped up as the trumpets filled the air. Maria let him lead her in a small circle across the floor, floating between the few couples that danced around them. Unconsciously, she rested her head against his chest and drowned out the music as his heartbeat lulled her.
When a man loves a woman
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He’s the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
Cause baby, baby, baby
When a man loves a woman
When a man loves a woman
One song drifted into the next as they continued to glide through smoky club. The minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like minutes as the two remained locked in a loving, dancing embrace. Maria couldn’t have asked for a better evening and soon enough, the old pewter clock on the wall struck the hour of eleven.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Michael asked in a husky voice that sounded even deeper from remaining quiet for so long.
Maria shivered at the sexy timber and quickly nodded yes in response. The atmosphere was an effective aphrodisiac on her senses and the idea of spending the rest of her night alone with Michael sounded like the perfect ending to a wonderful evening.
Her hand remained in his throughout the drive back to the apartment. His thumb caressed her knuckles, though she would have bet he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. The heat of his palm warmed her chilled skin as the heater stuttered briefly before blowing out a small gust of hot air that circulated and evaporated around them.
Outside, traffic seemed to have thinned as they flew down the highway headed back into the city. Soon enough, Michael was pulling into the parking lot. Briefly, Maria noticed that Max’s jeep was nowhere around and hoped it meant they would have the entire apartment to themselves for the night.
Quickly, they climbed out and hurried inside as one strong gust of freezing air whipped by, shaking the leaves on the trees and scattering the ones strewn over the pavement. “Ah” Maria sighed as they stepped into the warm apartment. She and Michael shed their coats and stared at one another, almost timidly, for just a moment before they naturally came together.
His lips drank from hers as he lifted her up into his arms. Legs instantly wrapped around and griped his body against hers. Wrapped up in their embrace, Michael carried her into his bedroom, a normally messy space that had been tidied up simply for Maria.
He thought she wanted slow and romantic, but it was Maria who frantically tugged on the tie he hated but wore, none the less. Her nimble fingers poked the buttons of his shirt through their holes and it was her hands that fumbled and grasped at his belt, desperately trying to free him from the restricting black khaki.
Taking a page from her book, Michael’s hands searched for and found the zipper holding the beautiful satin to her body. The sound reverberated in the quiet room as she helped him push the material down until it slithered in a pool around her ankles. Left only in a small, lace thong and a pair of white stiletto heels, Maria moaned in Michael’s mouth as his rough palms caressed her perky breasts.
Wrestling around, the two ended up against the wall as they fiercely kissed one another. “Now” she murmured against his lips and squealed softly as he hefted her up to rest between the solid surface of the wall and his body. In one quick plunge, he brought Maria down onto his hard erection as quite sighs fell from their lips.
With their bodies tightly pressed together and their mouths hungrily fused, he began to thrust up and nearly cried out as she clenched her muscles around him. Despite the hastiness they began with, his strokes were long and slow. He wanted to build her up until she could hardly breathe and then hold her as she plunged head first into ecstasy.
She was soft and smooth everywhere, he thought. Hands trailed down until he cupped her ass in his hands and began to drag her up and down his body pleasurably. Gasping, she wrenched her mouth away and let loose a string of moans and groans as he slid in and out. “Michael…” she whispered and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned into him.
From where they were joined, up, not an inch of skin remained untouched as they caressed, loved and held tight.
All too soon, Maria felt the beginning tingle creep up her body. Desperate, she began to move harder, clenching tighter while her breath came out in short pants.
Sensing her distress, Michael began to thrust faster. Short and fast as spasms of pleasure flooded their bodies. Mouths fused together again in a heated kiss that only fanned the flame burning between them. “Yes… yes, Michael!!” she screamed in shear bliss and rode out her waves of pleasure as he continued his rapid strokes.
He was so close, he could feel it and grasped her securely as he pushed away from the wall and carried her to the bed. Falling over together, they lay haphazardly as he raised her legs and began to plunge into her wet depths, over and again until he finally found his release.
Calling out in ecstasy, he pumped his seed into her waiting body while she began to convulse again in completion as he sparked her second orgasm. Whimpering his name, she writhed around until they both came down from their high. Tired and breathing hard, the two collapsed side by side on the thick mattress.
“Happy Valentines Day” Maria whispered, several moments later.
“Happy Valentines Day” Michael returned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Later, as their breathing eventually settled and their bodies cooled, they slipped under the blankets and slept for several hours before waking up, rolling over and having a repeat performance.
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Hi! Sorry everyone for taking so long. I have no excuse but here's a little Tess and Kyle and i'll try to get the M/L part out ASAP!!!! Thanks again for your patience. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 36C
“So how do I look?” Tess queried as she twirled around. The skirt of her ice pink dress fanned out, causing Liz to giggle quietly. “What… what’s wrong with it?” she immediately questioned and hurried to the mirror to inspect her reflection.
“Nothing sweetie, it’s just that… well just make sure to hold your dress down if there’s a gust of wind” Liz advised helpfully. “Otherwise the whole world is gonna see your bare ass” she added in reference to the little g-string Tess wore. “But other than that, you’re a total babe” she complimented and began checking over her own reflection.
“Well Max Evans is a very lucky guy” Kyle commented as he stood in the doorway, watching both ladies primp. “Though not as lucky as I am” he murmured as he took in Tess’ appearance. “You look gorgeous, Tess.”
A wide smile lit her face as she walked forward and accepted a chaste kiss against her cheek. “You look great too” she complimented and grabbed her jacket and purse. “Have a nice night, honey” she added to Liz as Kyle led her down the steps. Below them, several girls sat, waiting for their own dates while those who weren’t going out were clad in pajamas, eating popcorn and gossiping.
“So where are we going?” Tess queried as Kyle held the door to his mustang open for her. Smiling, she climbed in and waited until he was seated beside her before looking over with an expectant expression.
Kyle, who had asked Liz for advice on the night, merely smiled and hoped his friend had been right. “You’ll find out soon enough” he replied and tried to distract Tess with idle chit chat about classes then his family and hers. For the most part, Tess just sat back and enjoyed the idea of a surprise.
In the past, the guys she dated hadn’t exactly been as thoughtful as Kyle. Now she couldn’t help the anxious butterflies in her stomach at the idea of him planning something special for her. It was amazing that after months of dating, she still clung onto every little gesture of care he showed her. Simply put, he’d grown to be such a huge part of her life that Tess couldn’t imagine being any happier than she was when she was with Kyle.
“Okay… almost there” Kyle murmured as he maneuvered out of traffic and pulled up to the curb of a very classy restaurant. Instantly, a valet approached the driver’s side as another one stepped forward to open Tess’ door. “Thanks” he told the guy as Tess took his offered arm. “Is this okay?” he asked her as they entered.
He looked so nervous that Tess couldn’t help but smile. “It’s perfect” she quietly murmured with a dazzling smile lighting her beautiful features.
Kyle gave a silent thanks to Liz as the hostess led them to their table. She mentioned that when it came to romance, deep down Tess was just a traditional girl that liked being wooed in traditional ways.
Her advice had been a candlit dinner in a nice restaurant followed by some dancing or a drive through the city. So far she had been right about her first suggestion. Now Kyle would just have to wait and see whether or not her other suggestions panned out.
Soft music filled the restaurant as they began looking over their menus. Each table was occupied by one couple or another while a soft glow from their candles and a single crystal chandelier provided the only source of light in the room. Tess found the place incredibly romantic and couldn’t resist the urge to place a sweet kiss to Kyle’s lips. “I love you, you know that.”
“I love you” Kyle grinned and waited until Tess had turned back to her menu before silently pursuing his own.
After each had ordered their drinks and choice of food, Kyle took Tess’ hand in his and slowly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. The action caused a pleasurable chill to shoot through Tess as she smiled at her handsome boyfriend. “I can’t believe that I kept saying no to you for so long” she found herself saying then blushed prettily when she realized she’d voiced the words aloud.
Laughing, Kyle was quick to reassure. “It doesn’t matter how many times you said no. It matters that you finally said yes” he stated and this time he was the one who leaned forward to press his lips to hers. Instantly, Tess responded and poked her tongue out to duel with his. Quickly, the two got lost in the passion flaring between them until a discreet throat cleared itself above them.
Blushing again, Tess pulled back as a waiter set their plates down in front of them. “Thank you” she murmured and glared mockingly when Kyle shot her an amused grin.
Neither really talked much throughout the meal, commenting only here and there about one thing or another. Tess appreciated the silence though. She was glad that they could just sit together without having to worry about coming up with something to say. In fact, she thought it said a lot about them as a couple.
“Here, try this” Kyle offered and nearly growled as Tess’ eyes fluttered closed and moaned in pleasure over the delectable morsel she sampled. For her part, Tess knew exactly what she was doing and barely held in a mischievous smirk when she saw Kyle shift around uncomfortably.
Later, as they shared a slice of chocolate cake, she repeated the action with every bite in hopes that Kyle would take her home sooner.
While the evening thus far had been incredibly romantic, Kyle’s thoughtfulness had somehow completely turned her on. There was something about sweet guys that Tess found sexy, even more so than bad boys as far as she was concerned. Now that they had dressed up, gone out and had a nice, quiet meal, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night in bed with Kyle. Sleep, however, wasn’t on the agenda.
Kyle, unfortunately, had other plans in mind as they left the restaurant and he drove even further away from the campus. “There’s this new dance club Grant told me about” he stated when he noticed the quizzical expression Tess wore. “I thought you might want to check it out but if you wanted to do something else, we could…”
“Yes” Tess cut him off and placed her hand on his knee. “There is definitely something else I want to do” she said and trailed her hand dangerously high, making sure Kyle understood her proposal.
Gulping, Kyle cut a quick U-ie and sped off towards the school while a feline smile formed on Tess’ lips.
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“Hmmm… Kyle. That feels so good” Tess moaned in ecstasy. With his face buried between her thighs, Kyle licked and sucked until Tess was screaming for more. Using his fingers to open her up wide, Kyle used his tongue to pleasure her dripping core. He brought her to the brink of ecstasy before sucking her clit hungrily between his lips. “Ah… KYLE!” she screamed as her body shook in satisfaction.
Crawling up her body, Kyle positioned himself between her thighs and teasingly rubbed his cock against her clit. “Hmm…” she said as another string of moans fell from her mouth.
“Do you like that?” he asked, wearing a knowing smirk as he continued to tease. Dipping in and out of her drenched core, Kyle soon found that he was the one panting for more. Wasting no time, he plunged deep inside her inviting pussy and barely held in a pleasured groan at the feel of her wet walls enclosing him.
“Hurry Kyle” Tess urged and bucked her hips up to get closer. His teasing had done wonders and Tess was halfway to her second orgasm when Kyle began to move. “Oh god, yes” she called out, grateful when he immediately began taking her hard and fast. It was just the way she wanted it and let him know by constantly moaning and placing kisses wherever she could reach.
Up on his knees, Kyle pushed her legs far apart and continued his even thrusts. Tess was so wet and coated his thick cock with ever stroke inside her creamy depths. With one hand, he trailed it up her body to cup one bouncing breast. Instantly, his fingers found her erect nipples and began pinching in time with his thrusts.
“Harder… please” Tess whimpered and reached behind her to grip the thick bars of his headboard. Using it as leverage, she frantically bucked up against him so that he sunk deeper inside with ever thrust.
Hammering his prick into her wet depths, Kyle could feel his balls tighten in preparation for an explosive orgasm. With both hands on her hips, he began to thrust faster, using a circular motion to rub her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous as Tess began screaming in release.
She felt so tight around him that Kyle couldn’t hold off any longer and released a river of cum in her already drenched core.
The big surprise, at least to Kyle, was that after the orgasm Tess had just given him, he was still painfully hard and rearing to go another round. Quickly pulling out, Kyle nudged Tess over onto her stomach and waited for her to raise up on hands and knees. Excitement flooded her senses as she felt Kyle gently probing her wet lips with his thick cock.
“Ah… that feels… so good” Tess panted and grasped onto the headboard as he began to pound inside of her. Reaching over, Kyle grabbed her nipples and gave them a little tug, all the while never stopping the motions of his lower body. “Baby… faster” she moaned and pushed back roughly against him.
Emitting a loud groan, Kyle did as she asked and hammered her wet lips faster. Sweat slicked their bodies as they roughly came together while only the sounds of loud, pleasured moans and skin slapping together filled the room. “Oh, that’s it… harder… harder… Kyle!” Tess screamed in bliss as she came.
“Hmmm… Tess” Kyle groaned and pumped twice more before spilling his seed.
Completely drained of energy, Kyle pulled out and collapsed against his mattress. “See what happens when you’re a nice boy… you get rewarded” Tess couldn’t help but tease, drawing a half-hearted chuckle for a very tired, Kyle.
Chapter 36C
“So how do I look?” Tess queried as she twirled around. The skirt of her ice pink dress fanned out, causing Liz to giggle quietly. “What… what’s wrong with it?” she immediately questioned and hurried to the mirror to inspect her reflection.
“Nothing sweetie, it’s just that… well just make sure to hold your dress down if there’s a gust of wind” Liz advised helpfully. “Otherwise the whole world is gonna see your bare ass” she added in reference to the little g-string Tess wore. “But other than that, you’re a total babe” she complimented and began checking over her own reflection.
“Well Max Evans is a very lucky guy” Kyle commented as he stood in the doorway, watching both ladies primp. “Though not as lucky as I am” he murmured as he took in Tess’ appearance. “You look gorgeous, Tess.”
A wide smile lit her face as she walked forward and accepted a chaste kiss against her cheek. “You look great too” she complimented and grabbed her jacket and purse. “Have a nice night, honey” she added to Liz as Kyle led her down the steps. Below them, several girls sat, waiting for their own dates while those who weren’t going out were clad in pajamas, eating popcorn and gossiping.
“So where are we going?” Tess queried as Kyle held the door to his mustang open for her. Smiling, she climbed in and waited until he was seated beside her before looking over with an expectant expression.
Kyle, who had asked Liz for advice on the night, merely smiled and hoped his friend had been right. “You’ll find out soon enough” he replied and tried to distract Tess with idle chit chat about classes then his family and hers. For the most part, Tess just sat back and enjoyed the idea of a surprise.
In the past, the guys she dated hadn’t exactly been as thoughtful as Kyle. Now she couldn’t help the anxious butterflies in her stomach at the idea of him planning something special for her. It was amazing that after months of dating, she still clung onto every little gesture of care he showed her. Simply put, he’d grown to be such a huge part of her life that Tess couldn’t imagine being any happier than she was when she was with Kyle.
“Okay… almost there” Kyle murmured as he maneuvered out of traffic and pulled up to the curb of a very classy restaurant. Instantly, a valet approached the driver’s side as another one stepped forward to open Tess’ door. “Thanks” he told the guy as Tess took his offered arm. “Is this okay?” he asked her as they entered.
He looked so nervous that Tess couldn’t help but smile. “It’s perfect” she quietly murmured with a dazzling smile lighting her beautiful features.
Kyle gave a silent thanks to Liz as the hostess led them to their table. She mentioned that when it came to romance, deep down Tess was just a traditional girl that liked being wooed in traditional ways.
Her advice had been a candlit dinner in a nice restaurant followed by some dancing or a drive through the city. So far she had been right about her first suggestion. Now Kyle would just have to wait and see whether or not her other suggestions panned out.
Soft music filled the restaurant as they began looking over their menus. Each table was occupied by one couple or another while a soft glow from their candles and a single crystal chandelier provided the only source of light in the room. Tess found the place incredibly romantic and couldn’t resist the urge to place a sweet kiss to Kyle’s lips. “I love you, you know that.”
“I love you” Kyle grinned and waited until Tess had turned back to her menu before silently pursuing his own.
After each had ordered their drinks and choice of food, Kyle took Tess’ hand in his and slowly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. The action caused a pleasurable chill to shoot through Tess as she smiled at her handsome boyfriend. “I can’t believe that I kept saying no to you for so long” she found herself saying then blushed prettily when she realized she’d voiced the words aloud.
Laughing, Kyle was quick to reassure. “It doesn’t matter how many times you said no. It matters that you finally said yes” he stated and this time he was the one who leaned forward to press his lips to hers. Instantly, Tess responded and poked her tongue out to duel with his. Quickly, the two got lost in the passion flaring between them until a discreet throat cleared itself above them.
Blushing again, Tess pulled back as a waiter set their plates down in front of them. “Thank you” she murmured and glared mockingly when Kyle shot her an amused grin.
Neither really talked much throughout the meal, commenting only here and there about one thing or another. Tess appreciated the silence though. She was glad that they could just sit together without having to worry about coming up with something to say. In fact, she thought it said a lot about them as a couple.
“Here, try this” Kyle offered and nearly growled as Tess’ eyes fluttered closed and moaned in pleasure over the delectable morsel she sampled. For her part, Tess knew exactly what she was doing and barely held in a mischievous smirk when she saw Kyle shift around uncomfortably.
Later, as they shared a slice of chocolate cake, she repeated the action with every bite in hopes that Kyle would take her home sooner.
While the evening thus far had been incredibly romantic, Kyle’s thoughtfulness had somehow completely turned her on. There was something about sweet guys that Tess found sexy, even more so than bad boys as far as she was concerned. Now that they had dressed up, gone out and had a nice, quiet meal, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night in bed with Kyle. Sleep, however, wasn’t on the agenda.
Kyle, unfortunately, had other plans in mind as they left the restaurant and he drove even further away from the campus. “There’s this new dance club Grant told me about” he stated when he noticed the quizzical expression Tess wore. “I thought you might want to check it out but if you wanted to do something else, we could…”
“Yes” Tess cut him off and placed her hand on his knee. “There is definitely something else I want to do” she said and trailed her hand dangerously high, making sure Kyle understood her proposal.
Gulping, Kyle cut a quick U-ie and sped off towards the school while a feline smile formed on Tess’ lips.
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“Hmmm… Kyle. That feels so good” Tess moaned in ecstasy. With his face buried between her thighs, Kyle licked and sucked until Tess was screaming for more. Using his fingers to open her up wide, Kyle used his tongue to pleasure her dripping core. He brought her to the brink of ecstasy before sucking her clit hungrily between his lips. “Ah… KYLE!” she screamed as her body shook in satisfaction.
Crawling up her body, Kyle positioned himself between her thighs and teasingly rubbed his cock against her clit. “Hmm…” she said as another string of moans fell from her mouth.
“Do you like that?” he asked, wearing a knowing smirk as he continued to tease. Dipping in and out of her drenched core, Kyle soon found that he was the one panting for more. Wasting no time, he plunged deep inside her inviting pussy and barely held in a pleasured groan at the feel of her wet walls enclosing him.
“Hurry Kyle” Tess urged and bucked her hips up to get closer. His teasing had done wonders and Tess was halfway to her second orgasm when Kyle began to move. “Oh god, yes” she called out, grateful when he immediately began taking her hard and fast. It was just the way she wanted it and let him know by constantly moaning and placing kisses wherever she could reach.
Up on his knees, Kyle pushed her legs far apart and continued his even thrusts. Tess was so wet and coated his thick cock with ever stroke inside her creamy depths. With one hand, he trailed it up her body to cup one bouncing breast. Instantly, his fingers found her erect nipples and began pinching in time with his thrusts.
“Harder… please” Tess whimpered and reached behind her to grip the thick bars of his headboard. Using it as leverage, she frantically bucked up against him so that he sunk deeper inside with ever thrust.
Hammering his prick into her wet depths, Kyle could feel his balls tighten in preparation for an explosive orgasm. With both hands on her hips, he began to thrust faster, using a circular motion to rub her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous as Tess began screaming in release.
She felt so tight around him that Kyle couldn’t hold off any longer and released a river of cum in her already drenched core.
The big surprise, at least to Kyle, was that after the orgasm Tess had just given him, he was still painfully hard and rearing to go another round. Quickly pulling out, Kyle nudged Tess over onto her stomach and waited for her to raise up on hands and knees. Excitement flooded her senses as she felt Kyle gently probing her wet lips with his thick cock.
“Ah… that feels… so good” Tess panted and grasped onto the headboard as he began to pound inside of her. Reaching over, Kyle grabbed her nipples and gave them a little tug, all the while never stopping the motions of his lower body. “Baby… faster” she moaned and pushed back roughly against him.
Emitting a loud groan, Kyle did as she asked and hammered her wet lips faster. Sweat slicked their bodies as they roughly came together while only the sounds of loud, pleasured moans and skin slapping together filled the room. “Oh, that’s it… harder… harder… Kyle!” Tess screamed in bliss as she came.
“Hmmm… Tess” Kyle groaned and pumped twice more before spilling his seed.
Completely drained of energy, Kyle pulled out and collapsed against his mattress. “See what happens when you’re a nice boy… you get rewarded” Tess couldn’t help but tease, drawing a half-hearted chuckle for a very tired, Kyle.
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Hi everyone! First off, thank you to everyone for your feedback and patience. I've had a lot of trouble with their Valentines Day but I hope you like this next part... the DREAMER part!! Okay, I also got quite a shock this morning when I found out that I actually won something. So thank you to everyone who voted for and nominated me. It is greately appreciated and I'm glad you like the girls here. Congrats to all other winners and nominees!!!
Chapter 36D
Liz was flipping through the new Science Weekly when a soft knock sounded on her door. Moments later, Max appeared, dressed in a crisp white, button down shirt and pressed black slacks. He wore a silky black necktie and finished the look off with a black leather jacket. It made him look less like a professor and sexy as hell as far as Liz was concerned. “You look amazing” she said, appreciatively.
“That’s supposed to be my line” Max returned smoothly as his eyes raked over her curves, concealed only by a knee length, black halter dress. Her hair was pinned up in a messy twist as wisps of hair escaped the confining clip. “You are… enchanting” he complimented and produced a single white rose from behind his back.
Daintily, Liz sniffed the bloom as she looked up at Max with hooded eyes. “Thank you” she softly replied. Gallantly, he offered his arm for her to take as Max led the way downstairs. A few of the girls looked up at them with smiles on their lips though neither Max nor Liz noticed as their eyes were focused on one another. It was obvious that they were both love struck as everything faded away except each other.
When they walked outside, Liz was surprised when she didn’t see his jeep parked anywhere around. “This way” Max directed, as though reading her mind. Liz tossed him a questioning glance but didn’t voice it aloud they continued walking. “Hope you don’t mind” he added when Isabel’s cute little convertible came into view. “I thought this might be a bit more… suitable” he explained and like a true gentleman, helped her inside.
Curiously, Liz watched him walk around the car until he sunk down into the driver’s seat. She bit back another question as he pulled onto the street, knowing that even if she asked, he wouldn’t tell her what their plans for the night wore.
Instead, Liz quietly sung along with the radio, oblivious to the looks of adoration Max shot her way. Though winter would soon fade into spring, it was a cold night and Liz scooted over a bit to snuggle against Max’s warmth. Halted at a red light, Max couldn’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to her lips. “I love you” he murmured and gently caressed her face.
Liz awarded him a smile for his sweet words and took his right hand between both of hers as he drove on.
After several passing minutes, it became apparent to Liz where they were headed. Still, she remained quiet and continued to hum along to the songs on the radio as Max maneuvered in and out of traffic. When he finally rolled to a stop, Liz opened her eyes and stared up at the large entrance sign.
Boston Public Garden
“Come on” Max encouraged and offered Liz a quick grin before climbing out of the car. Immediately, he walked around to open her door and gently took her hand in his. Liz found herself looking around, observing the beautiful land she had been too preoccupied to take notice of the first time. All the while, Max used his free hand to pull out several items from the trunk of the car.
“Here, let me carry something” Liz offered and reached out to pluck one of the items from his hand when he pulled it back.
“No, I got it” he smiled and winked teasingly. Rolling her eyes, Liz twined her arm around his and followed his lead. Apparently Max knew exactly where he was going and quickly led them to a little grassy knoll that overlooked half of the garden. In no time at all, he had a flannel blanket laid out on the grass and propped the wicker basket down on top of it before lending his hand to Liz.
While Liz had worn a light jacket, she hadn’t been prepared for an outing like this and was thankful when Max produced another blanket. Tenderly, he wrapped the warm material around her shoulders and then pulled her close so that she was once again snuggled against his side. “So what’d you bring?” Liz asked and attempted to peek into the basket.
“Your favorites” Max stated and pulled out several, clear containers. Liz smiled in delight as several of her favorite foods were revealed to her. Noticing the hungry expression she wore, Max couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, glad that she was open to the whole picnic idea.
With conversation flowing between them, Max and Liz ate their dinner among laughter and memories. While there was so much that they knew about one another, there were still years of things to learn and the two easily found plenty to share. “I want you to know something” Max stated and nearly groaned aloud as Liz poked her tongue out to swipe at a drop of strawberry juice on her lip. Teasingly, she fed him one of the chocolate covered fruits and waited for him to finish his story. “We could have gone to a fancy restaurant or a glitzy club but I wanted to bring you somewhere that meant something to me. I love sharing my life with you. I love that you share your life with me and I love being here with you.”
“I love you, Max… more than I ever imagined I could” Liz replied and pressed her lips to his.
The kiss was one meant to convey the deepest emotions each felt for the other. It wasn’t about hunger or taking, it was about giving and receiving. “I love you” he murmured against her lips and couldn’t resist bestowing her with one more, lingering kiss.
The gardens were a beautiful sight during the day but were spectacular at night. Twinkle lights rested above them like a canopy of stars while the colorful blooms were illuminated perfectly. Soft, quiet music played in the background, almost like an elevator tune. It was then, that Max pulled out a small music player from within the basket.
“Would you dance with me?” he asked and felt, rather than saw, Liz nod against him. Effortlessly, he lifted her up and fiddled with the dials until a song began to play clearly, filling their air with music.
If I could paint
I’d paint a portrait of you
The sunlight in your eyes a masterpiece of truth
And a single tear like a silent prayer
That’s shining so much brighter than a diamond ever dared
If I could do anything at all, I’d do it for you
Fluidly, they glided around in small circles. Liz rested her head against his shoulder and quietly sighed as he pulled her even closer than she already stood. His heart pounded beneath her ear and easily lulled Liz into a sense of peacefulness.
Years spent dating random guys had seemed like a fate that would forever befall her. Liz didn’t and couldn’t imagine ever finding one person that made her feel a hundred things at once but Max did that. Max made everything better, livelier, and so much more fulfilling. Now that she had him in her life, Liz couldn’t imagine a time when she would ever be willing to let him go.
If I could write
I’d write a book for you
A tale of hidden treasures with an IOU
And a million words couldn’t say a thing
That won’t be said in three words
Where love’s the central thing
If I could do anything at all, I’d do it for you
Dancing beneath the stars, the two became lost in one another. Neither noticed the small group of people passing by who stopped to gaze up at the couple. Quiet murmurs were spoken between them, commenting on how in love Max and Liz obviously were.
Gently, Max ran his hand up and down the length of her spine. He couldn’t keep his hands still as they craved the feel of her silky soft skin.
Liz turned her face upward and placed a small kiss against the crook of his neck. “This is perfect” she said tried to get even closer. She never felt close enough and wondered if it was normal to love someone as much as she loved Max. “Thank you.”
His response was a quiet whisper that easily could have been carried away by the breeze and lost in the night but Liz heard his voice anyway. “Thank you.”
Darling can’t you see
What you mean to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do, I’d do it for you
Later that night, Liz rested back against the comfortable seat and closed her eyes as Max drove them back to campus… at least she thought that was where he was going. Instead, Liz was surprised when Max pulled up to a very expensive looking hotel and cut the engine. “The night isn’t over” he stated and left Liz feeling gobsmacked by the change of events while he went around to the trunk and produced two overnight bags.
“I hope you don’t mind but I had Tess pack a bag for you” Max added when Liz finally joined him. Together, they walked through the marble floored lobby and straight towards one of the ornately decorated elevators. The attendant pressed the button for the twelfth floor and throughout the entire ride, Liz remained quiet.
The room was exquisite. Goose down pillows and comforter, candles lighting the beautiful space and rose petals strewn across the carpeted floor. A bucket of ice rested beside the bed with a chilling bottle of Champagne inside and a small platter of strawberries and whipped cream sat beside it. It was obvious that Max had gone to a lot of trouble to make everything so special and Liz couldn’t help the small tears that filled her eyes. “It’s beautiful” she murmured.
“The room is nice” Max acknowledged and pulled Liz up against his body. “But beauty is a word I only associate with you.”
“Cheese ball” Liz teased and watched Max smile in response. When he suggested she slip into something more comfortable, Liz gave him a curious look but carried the bag into the adjoining bathroom none the less.
The moment Liz opened the bag, she saw a small, pink slip of paper resting on top of her clothes.
Lizzie:
When Max called me two days ago and told me what his plan was, I couldn’t help but smile. You have a wonderful man who loves you very much but more than that, you deserve him, you deserve each other. He asked me to pack up a few things for you and at first, I was at a loss as to what you would need. But then I came to my senses and knowing your skanky ass, I picked the hot little black number in the bag. Enjoy darling!
<center> Lots of Love,
Tess</center>
Liz shook her head in amusement and retrieved a black, lace teddy from within the bag. Quickly, she slipped out of her dress and pulled the flimsy lace material up her body. After a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror, she began pulling out all the pins holding her hair up and allowed her silky locks to tumble around her shoulders in sinuous waves.
Sometimes I feel so second-rate
Seems loving you was my greatest mistake
I know I’m insecure
And love don’t keep score
But I wish I could give you more
Max was sitting on the bed, clad in only a pair of boxer shorts, when Liz stepped out of the bathroom. Hungrily, his eyes raked over her body, lingering at her breasts and her barely visible nipples before continuing down to her hips. Silently, he beckoned her forward so that she stood in between his legs.
Slowly, he ran his hands up the backs of her legs as she rested her hands on his bare shoulders. “I love you more than anything” Max said and bent his head forward so that it rested against her stomach. His breath was warm as it teased her through the lace garment and Liz felt herself shiver in response. “There isn’t anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for you.”
Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair, quietly listening to his even breathing. “There isn’t anything in this world that I would do for you” she repeated and nudged his face away so that she could kiss his lips.
Soft and slow at first, their lips caressed as their hands tentatively explored. Feather light, Max glided his hands up to the thin straps of her teddy and eased them down her shoulders. Inch by inch, he peeled the material away until Liz stood before him, completely naked and completely exposed. “Beautiful” he murmured and slowly touched the tip of his tongue to her core.
“Max” she quietly whimpered as his tongue wreaked havoc on her body. Slowly, he continued to lick up and down her wet slit while Liz dug her nails into his shoulders. His hands gripped her hips, bringing her closer and pulling her away with each stroke of his tongue.
Her eyes closed in obvious pleasure. She was pliant and so responsive as he dipped in and out of her drenched core. She began to shake and whimper as her breath came out in short pants. She needed more and very nearly begged for it just as he attached his lips to her engorged clit and sucked.
Liz came apart in his arms, chanting his name like a reverent prayer as her body attempted to recover from the onslaught of passion swirling between them. The simplest of touches were always so much, too much almost as wave after tumultuous wave coursed up and down her body. He could do this to her. He was the only one who could this and he was the only one she ever wanted to do this.
If I could play
I’d play up a storm for you
A raging sea of passion that you never knew
Every whispered sound would touch your heart
And maybe for a moment I could be your favorite star
If I could do anything all
If I could, I’d give you more
If I could do anything at all…I’d do it for you
The fell against the bed, legs tangled, hands searching. Their lips came together again and Liz quickly recognized her taste on his lips. Together, they laid, holding and kissing for several, timeless moments. It wasn’t about a rush to the finish line or gratification, it was about expressing the love they felt for one another.
When air became an issue, the mutually pulled back and Liz made quick work of Max’s boxers. Rolling around a bit, she ended up beneath him, pinned to the mattress. Looking up at him, she twined her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his kiss.
Both became lost in the delicious sensations their kisses caused. A sigh fell from Liz’s lips as he slipped between her wet folds. A low, almost imperceptible groan sounded in the back of his throat as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. With his arms pillowing his body, he slowly began to move. One long, deliriously slow stroke had both keening in pleasure.
Liz lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and threw her head back in ecstasy as each stroke caused his thick erection to graze her clit. “Max… hmm…” she purred in obvious arousal and brought his mouth down to hers. Every inch of their bodies touched as he slowly moved within her. She writhed around, aching and desperate to get closer. His kisses swallowed her moans of enjoyment as he began to move quicker.
Darling can’t you see
What you mean to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do, I’d do it for you
Max took her hands and held them above her head. Liz arched up into him as her pleasure quickly built. “So beautiful” he murmured against her ear and placed several little kisses against her skin. The action tickled but laughter died in her throat as Max began to move in longer, quicker strokes.
“More… please more” she all but begged and lifted her hips against him. His mouth took hers again in a fiery kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the movements of their lower bodies. Liz welcomed both intrusions and began to pant in sheer bliss as heat crept up her body. “So close” she muttered and tightly gripped the headboard as Max pushed deeper. “Oh god… Max…” she moaned and as heat coiled, centered on where they were joined.
Lowering his head, Max took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked. Teeth gently scraping the pink bud, he laved it with his tongue until she came apart, moaning his name in satisfaction.
Rising onto his knees, he brought Liz up with him so that she straddled his legs and held tight to her body as he began to thrust up into her drenched depths. Liz writhed on his lap and used her knees to push up and down on his thick erection. Their bodies were tightly pressed together as they moved as one. Rocking and pumping up and down, Max waited for her to fall over one more time before letting go.
Hot spurts of his essence coated her inner walls as he came, groaning loudly in pleasure.
Together, they fell back onto the comforter. Max pulled Liz against him so that she laid, sprawled against his chest. As their hearts steadied and their bodies cooled, he placed a chaste kiss against her forehead. She was a sleep already and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips at the sight of her. Quietly, he murmured her ear. “I’m going to Harvard.”
And darling can’t you see
You mean the world to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you
I’ll do it, do it for you
Chapter 36D
Liz was flipping through the new Science Weekly when a soft knock sounded on her door. Moments later, Max appeared, dressed in a crisp white, button down shirt and pressed black slacks. He wore a silky black necktie and finished the look off with a black leather jacket. It made him look less like a professor and sexy as hell as far as Liz was concerned. “You look amazing” she said, appreciatively.
“That’s supposed to be my line” Max returned smoothly as his eyes raked over her curves, concealed only by a knee length, black halter dress. Her hair was pinned up in a messy twist as wisps of hair escaped the confining clip. “You are… enchanting” he complimented and produced a single white rose from behind his back.
Daintily, Liz sniffed the bloom as she looked up at Max with hooded eyes. “Thank you” she softly replied. Gallantly, he offered his arm for her to take as Max led the way downstairs. A few of the girls looked up at them with smiles on their lips though neither Max nor Liz noticed as their eyes were focused on one another. It was obvious that they were both love struck as everything faded away except each other.
When they walked outside, Liz was surprised when she didn’t see his jeep parked anywhere around. “This way” Max directed, as though reading her mind. Liz tossed him a questioning glance but didn’t voice it aloud they continued walking. “Hope you don’t mind” he added when Isabel’s cute little convertible came into view. “I thought this might be a bit more… suitable” he explained and like a true gentleman, helped her inside.
Curiously, Liz watched him walk around the car until he sunk down into the driver’s seat. She bit back another question as he pulled onto the street, knowing that even if she asked, he wouldn’t tell her what their plans for the night wore.
Instead, Liz quietly sung along with the radio, oblivious to the looks of adoration Max shot her way. Though winter would soon fade into spring, it was a cold night and Liz scooted over a bit to snuggle against Max’s warmth. Halted at a red light, Max couldn’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to her lips. “I love you” he murmured and gently caressed her face.
Liz awarded him a smile for his sweet words and took his right hand between both of hers as he drove on.
After several passing minutes, it became apparent to Liz where they were headed. Still, she remained quiet and continued to hum along to the songs on the radio as Max maneuvered in and out of traffic. When he finally rolled to a stop, Liz opened her eyes and stared up at the large entrance sign.
Boston Public Garden
“Come on” Max encouraged and offered Liz a quick grin before climbing out of the car. Immediately, he walked around to open her door and gently took her hand in his. Liz found herself looking around, observing the beautiful land she had been too preoccupied to take notice of the first time. All the while, Max used his free hand to pull out several items from the trunk of the car.
“Here, let me carry something” Liz offered and reached out to pluck one of the items from his hand when he pulled it back.
“No, I got it” he smiled and winked teasingly. Rolling her eyes, Liz twined her arm around his and followed his lead. Apparently Max knew exactly where he was going and quickly led them to a little grassy knoll that overlooked half of the garden. In no time at all, he had a flannel blanket laid out on the grass and propped the wicker basket down on top of it before lending his hand to Liz.
While Liz had worn a light jacket, she hadn’t been prepared for an outing like this and was thankful when Max produced another blanket. Tenderly, he wrapped the warm material around her shoulders and then pulled her close so that she was once again snuggled against his side. “So what’d you bring?” Liz asked and attempted to peek into the basket.
“Your favorites” Max stated and pulled out several, clear containers. Liz smiled in delight as several of her favorite foods were revealed to her. Noticing the hungry expression she wore, Max couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, glad that she was open to the whole picnic idea.
With conversation flowing between them, Max and Liz ate their dinner among laughter and memories. While there was so much that they knew about one another, there were still years of things to learn and the two easily found plenty to share. “I want you to know something” Max stated and nearly groaned aloud as Liz poked her tongue out to swipe at a drop of strawberry juice on her lip. Teasingly, she fed him one of the chocolate covered fruits and waited for him to finish his story. “We could have gone to a fancy restaurant or a glitzy club but I wanted to bring you somewhere that meant something to me. I love sharing my life with you. I love that you share your life with me and I love being here with you.”
“I love you, Max… more than I ever imagined I could” Liz replied and pressed her lips to his.
The kiss was one meant to convey the deepest emotions each felt for the other. It wasn’t about hunger or taking, it was about giving and receiving. “I love you” he murmured against her lips and couldn’t resist bestowing her with one more, lingering kiss.
The gardens were a beautiful sight during the day but were spectacular at night. Twinkle lights rested above them like a canopy of stars while the colorful blooms were illuminated perfectly. Soft, quiet music played in the background, almost like an elevator tune. It was then, that Max pulled out a small music player from within the basket.
“Would you dance with me?” he asked and felt, rather than saw, Liz nod against him. Effortlessly, he lifted her up and fiddled with the dials until a song began to play clearly, filling their air with music.
If I could paint
I’d paint a portrait of you
The sunlight in your eyes a masterpiece of truth
And a single tear like a silent prayer
That’s shining so much brighter than a diamond ever dared
If I could do anything at all, I’d do it for you
Fluidly, they glided around in small circles. Liz rested her head against his shoulder and quietly sighed as he pulled her even closer than she already stood. His heart pounded beneath her ear and easily lulled Liz into a sense of peacefulness.
Years spent dating random guys had seemed like a fate that would forever befall her. Liz didn’t and couldn’t imagine ever finding one person that made her feel a hundred things at once but Max did that. Max made everything better, livelier, and so much more fulfilling. Now that she had him in her life, Liz couldn’t imagine a time when she would ever be willing to let him go.
If I could write
I’d write a book for you
A tale of hidden treasures with an IOU
And a million words couldn’t say a thing
That won’t be said in three words
Where love’s the central thing
If I could do anything at all, I’d do it for you
Dancing beneath the stars, the two became lost in one another. Neither noticed the small group of people passing by who stopped to gaze up at the couple. Quiet murmurs were spoken between them, commenting on how in love Max and Liz obviously were.
Gently, Max ran his hand up and down the length of her spine. He couldn’t keep his hands still as they craved the feel of her silky soft skin.
Liz turned her face upward and placed a small kiss against the crook of his neck. “This is perfect” she said tried to get even closer. She never felt close enough and wondered if it was normal to love someone as much as she loved Max. “Thank you.”
His response was a quiet whisper that easily could have been carried away by the breeze and lost in the night but Liz heard his voice anyway. “Thank you.”
Darling can’t you see
What you mean to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do, I’d do it for you
Later that night, Liz rested back against the comfortable seat and closed her eyes as Max drove them back to campus… at least she thought that was where he was going. Instead, Liz was surprised when Max pulled up to a very expensive looking hotel and cut the engine. “The night isn’t over” he stated and left Liz feeling gobsmacked by the change of events while he went around to the trunk and produced two overnight bags.
“I hope you don’t mind but I had Tess pack a bag for you” Max added when Liz finally joined him. Together, they walked through the marble floored lobby and straight towards one of the ornately decorated elevators. The attendant pressed the button for the twelfth floor and throughout the entire ride, Liz remained quiet.
The room was exquisite. Goose down pillows and comforter, candles lighting the beautiful space and rose petals strewn across the carpeted floor. A bucket of ice rested beside the bed with a chilling bottle of Champagne inside and a small platter of strawberries and whipped cream sat beside it. It was obvious that Max had gone to a lot of trouble to make everything so special and Liz couldn’t help the small tears that filled her eyes. “It’s beautiful” she murmured.
“The room is nice” Max acknowledged and pulled Liz up against his body. “But beauty is a word I only associate with you.”
“Cheese ball” Liz teased and watched Max smile in response. When he suggested she slip into something more comfortable, Liz gave him a curious look but carried the bag into the adjoining bathroom none the less.
The moment Liz opened the bag, she saw a small, pink slip of paper resting on top of her clothes.
Lizzie:
When Max called me two days ago and told me what his plan was, I couldn’t help but smile. You have a wonderful man who loves you very much but more than that, you deserve him, you deserve each other. He asked me to pack up a few things for you and at first, I was at a loss as to what you would need. But then I came to my senses and knowing your skanky ass, I picked the hot little black number in the bag. Enjoy darling!
<center> Lots of Love,
Tess</center>
Liz shook her head in amusement and retrieved a black, lace teddy from within the bag. Quickly, she slipped out of her dress and pulled the flimsy lace material up her body. After a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror, she began pulling out all the pins holding her hair up and allowed her silky locks to tumble around her shoulders in sinuous waves.
Sometimes I feel so second-rate
Seems loving you was my greatest mistake
I know I’m insecure
And love don’t keep score
But I wish I could give you more
Max was sitting on the bed, clad in only a pair of boxer shorts, when Liz stepped out of the bathroom. Hungrily, his eyes raked over her body, lingering at her breasts and her barely visible nipples before continuing down to her hips. Silently, he beckoned her forward so that she stood in between his legs.
Slowly, he ran his hands up the backs of her legs as she rested her hands on his bare shoulders. “I love you more than anything” Max said and bent his head forward so that it rested against her stomach. His breath was warm as it teased her through the lace garment and Liz felt herself shiver in response. “There isn’t anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for you.”
Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair, quietly listening to his even breathing. “There isn’t anything in this world that I would do for you” she repeated and nudged his face away so that she could kiss his lips.
Soft and slow at first, their lips caressed as their hands tentatively explored. Feather light, Max glided his hands up to the thin straps of her teddy and eased them down her shoulders. Inch by inch, he peeled the material away until Liz stood before him, completely naked and completely exposed. “Beautiful” he murmured and slowly touched the tip of his tongue to her core.
“Max” she quietly whimpered as his tongue wreaked havoc on her body. Slowly, he continued to lick up and down her wet slit while Liz dug her nails into his shoulders. His hands gripped her hips, bringing her closer and pulling her away with each stroke of his tongue.
Her eyes closed in obvious pleasure. She was pliant and so responsive as he dipped in and out of her drenched core. She began to shake and whimper as her breath came out in short pants. She needed more and very nearly begged for it just as he attached his lips to her engorged clit and sucked.
Liz came apart in his arms, chanting his name like a reverent prayer as her body attempted to recover from the onslaught of passion swirling between them. The simplest of touches were always so much, too much almost as wave after tumultuous wave coursed up and down her body. He could do this to her. He was the only one who could this and he was the only one she ever wanted to do this.
If I could play
I’d play up a storm for you
A raging sea of passion that you never knew
Every whispered sound would touch your heart
And maybe for a moment I could be your favorite star
If I could do anything all
If I could, I’d give you more
If I could do anything at all…I’d do it for you
The fell against the bed, legs tangled, hands searching. Their lips came together again and Liz quickly recognized her taste on his lips. Together, they laid, holding and kissing for several, timeless moments. It wasn’t about a rush to the finish line or gratification, it was about expressing the love they felt for one another.
When air became an issue, the mutually pulled back and Liz made quick work of Max’s boxers. Rolling around a bit, she ended up beneath him, pinned to the mattress. Looking up at him, she twined her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his kiss.
Both became lost in the delicious sensations their kisses caused. A sigh fell from Liz’s lips as he slipped between her wet folds. A low, almost imperceptible groan sounded in the back of his throat as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. With his arms pillowing his body, he slowly began to move. One long, deliriously slow stroke had both keening in pleasure.
Liz lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and threw her head back in ecstasy as each stroke caused his thick erection to graze her clit. “Max… hmm…” she purred in obvious arousal and brought his mouth down to hers. Every inch of their bodies touched as he slowly moved within her. She writhed around, aching and desperate to get closer. His kisses swallowed her moans of enjoyment as he began to move quicker.
Darling can’t you see
What you mean to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do, I’d do it for you
Max took her hands and held them above her head. Liz arched up into him as her pleasure quickly built. “So beautiful” he murmured against her ear and placed several little kisses against her skin. The action tickled but laughter died in her throat as Max began to move in longer, quicker strokes.
“More… please more” she all but begged and lifted her hips against him. His mouth took hers again in a fiery kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the movements of their lower bodies. Liz welcomed both intrusions and began to pant in sheer bliss as heat crept up her body. “So close” she muttered and tightly gripped the headboard as Max pushed deeper. “Oh god… Max…” she moaned and as heat coiled, centered on where they were joined.
Lowering his head, Max took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked. Teeth gently scraping the pink bud, he laved it with his tongue until she came apart, moaning his name in satisfaction.
Rising onto his knees, he brought Liz up with him so that she straddled his legs and held tight to her body as he began to thrust up into her drenched depths. Liz writhed on his lap and used her knees to push up and down on his thick erection. Their bodies were tightly pressed together as they moved as one. Rocking and pumping up and down, Max waited for her to fall over one more time before letting go.
Hot spurts of his essence coated her inner walls as he came, groaning loudly in pleasure.
Together, they fell back onto the comforter. Max pulled Liz against him so that she laid, sprawled against his chest. As their hearts steadied and their bodies cooled, he placed a chaste kiss against her forehead. She was a sleep already and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips at the sight of her. Quietly, he murmured her ear. “I’m going to Harvard.”
And darling can’t you see
You mean the world to me
Anything that I can do I’ll do it for you
And darling don’t you know
Just how far I’d go
Anything that I can do I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you
I’ll do it, do it for you
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