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A/N-I'm sending out this update a day early so everyone can have a chance to read before my author's chat tomorrow evening at Roswell Heaven. If you aren't already signed up please do so and join us to discuss this story, Every Picture Tells a Story, and Just What I Wanted. I hope to see you there.
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“Explain to me how you just happened to have some bubble bath lying around?” Liz teased as she climbed into the tub, settling herself between Max’s spread legs in the candlelit room.
“I think I belonged to one of Michael’s ex-girlfriends—she kept it under the bathroom sink—didn’t take it with her when she left, ” Max smirked as he wet a bath sponge and showered the water down onto Liz’s chest, thereby revealing her rosy nipples as the bubbles washed away.
Noting his playful game, Liz grabbed a fistful of the frothy foam and swiped at Max’s nose, leaving him with bubbles dangling from it. He smiled as he swiped them away with the sponge.
“I’m glad she did,” Liz commented in self-satisfaction, “So we could have our first bubble bath together,” she said with a touch of pride.
“Actually Liz…” Max hedged, “This isn’t our first bath together,” he confessed.
“Excuse me?” Liz questioned, wondering when in the hell she had taken a bath with Max Evans without her knowledge.
Max heaved a heavy sigh as Liz turned halfway to face him.
“Well, when Michael and I were six and you were three, I came over to spend the night—,”
“Of course,” Liz chimed in.
“Well, it was getting late, and Michael and I wanted to play Navy SEALS in the bathtub, so we hauled in all the action figures and plastic boats we could find, used up the last of your Mr. Bubble, climbed in the tub and started planning our covert ops,” Max recalled with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Ok…” Liz encouraged.
“So, anyway, there’s some commotion going on downstairs, apparently, then deputy Valenti had come in, told Agnes he had picked up her underage daughter out at Buckley Point with some drunk college guys, and she needed to come down to the station right away and bail her out. So your mom hollers at Michael and me to watch you, but she didn’t know we were in the bathtub.”
“This still doesn’t explain how I wound up in the tub with you,” Liz’s eyebrows rose in disbelief.
“I’m getting to that,” Max chuckled. “So Michael and I are busy saving the world from evil, watery regimes, and you come in, insisting that you want to take a bath too, and you start taking all your clothes off.”
“Quite the exhibitionist wasn’t I?” Liz flirtatiously batted her eyelashes at Max.
“Yes, you were,” he teased, “So, Michael is shouting at you to get out, but you insist that it is time for your bath, and you climb on in the middle of the tub, splashing and playing like it was the most natural thing in the world. You grabbed Michael’s favorite G.I. Joe and stuck him in one of the little boats and started making motorboat sounds with your tongue and lips.”
“I can still do that—wanna’ see?” Liz teased lasciviously.
“Maybe later,” Max laughed, continuing his story.
“Your brother, of course, gets pissed, so he grabs a towel and troops downstairs to complain to your mother that you are naked in the bathtub with us. Well, your mom is busy cause a busload of tourists had just ordered and she couldn’t come back up. Naturally, Michael won’t take no for an answer, so he keeps shouting from the bottom steps, dripping all over the place, I’m sure.”
“So you saw my naughty bits—did I see any of yours?” Liz queried mischievously.
“There were still plenty of bubbles, thank you very much,” Max replied, flushing. “But you started yawning and begging me to wash your hair and give you a bath,” Max sucked in a big breath, “And you looked at me with those big brown eyes and then leaned back against me, strangely enough like you’re doing right now,” Max commented as the two chuckled lightly, “And so, I just gave in—soaped up the wash cloth—bathed you,” Max ran the soapy sponge down Liz’s arms and across her chest and tummy, clearing away the remnants of their recent activities, “Found an old Slurpee cup on the side of the tub…um,” Max scanned the floor beside the tub, then reached down and found a similar tumbler, dunked it in the water, filling it, “And washed your hair,” Max gently poured the warm water down Liz’s long tresses as she lay against his chest.
“Mmmm,” Liz closed her eyes at the relaxing feeling of the warm water, now coupled with Max’s fingers massaging shampoo into her hair.
“Keeping in mind, it wasn’t nearly as porny when we were little kids,” Max joked, eliciting a laugh from Liz as she wiped the suds away from her face. Max rinsed the shampoo and slathered on conditioner in its place.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Liz giggled as she leaned back again so Max could rinse her hair once more.
“You yawned again and said you were sleepy, so I dried us off and got our pajamas on, blew dry your hair and brushed your teeth, read you a story and you were asleep by the time your mother and a still-wet and naked Michael came back upstairs.
Liz chuckled at the reminiscence, placing sweet kisses on Max’s chest as she cuddled into him. “What book was it—the one you read to me?”
“Hmm, I think it was I am a Bunny, if I remember right. You always liked the picture with all the butterflies, and it was easy enough that I could read it to you,” Max kissed the top of Liz’s wet hair and smiled.
“So how is it I never heard this bathtub story before?” Liz challenged as she turned to straddle Max’s lap, filling the tumbler to wash his hair in turn.
“Well, I threatened Michael with his life if he ever mentioned it to anyone.”
Liz poured the warm water over Max’s head, though he shook his head to get it out of his eyes. She ran soapy fingers through Max’s long locks as she felt Max’s cock revive between her legs.
“Though he did threaten to reveal the details whenever he wanted me to go along with one of his more foolhardy plans,” Max explained as he held onto Liz’s waist, her rounded breasts near his face.
Liz rinsed the shampoo and added conditioner in its place, sliding her nether lips along the length of Max’s cock as she did so.
“I know you said you wanted to wait, and that my first time should be special,” Liz recited, “But there are other things we could do,” she hinted as she dragged her clit along Max’s hardened length.
“You’re liable to get all messy again,” Max teased as he pulled Liz in closer.
Liz smiled and looked down at Max, his face poised to be nestled between her breasts, “At least we’re already in the tub.”
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Max and Liz simply ordered a pizza for dinner, Max deigning to throw on a robe long enough to answer the front door and pay the driver. Grabbing a couple more beers from the fridge and a few paper towels, Max rejoined Liz in his bed to watch a little ESPN before they went to sleep.
"Mmm, did you get the cheese and red pepper?” Liz asked as she propped up Max’s pillow.
“In my robe pocket,” Max turned so that Liz could fish the little packets out of his navy terry cloth robe before taking the pizza box from him so he could climb back in bed. Popping the tops off their beers, Max handed Liz hers as she gave him a piece of pizza from the box.
“Yum—pepperoni, mushrooms and extra cheese—just the way I like it,” Liz swirled her finger around a string of errant cheese and licked it off.
“Naturally,” Max quipped, “Of course I remember how you like your pizza, ya silly girl,” he teased.
“We could’ve eaten in the living room, so you could watch the game you recorded, and not just the highlight reels,” Liz offered.
“Actually, pizza in bed with you is exactly what I was looking forward to tonight,” Max smiled, offering Liz a bite of his own pizza, which she happily took. “And this way—I can catch up on several games at once and don’t have to sit through all the boring parts,” Max took another drink of his beer and then sat it back on the nightstand.
Watching a few more minutes of Sports Center, Max finally worked up the nerve to make a suggestion to Liz who was still munching happily on her pizza.
“Hey, Liz, Monday, when I go in for my bio lab, would you like to go with me?”
“Your professor won’t care?” Liz looked over her slice at Max.
“Naw, he’s cool. But, if you’d like to go, I could show you around the campus, introduce you to some of the instructors you might have if you decided on UNM.”
“Max, I--,” Liz began.
“Now, I’m not trying to pressure you. I know you got a lot of great offers from very prestigious schools, but I think you should at least give UNM a chance,” Max looked at Liz hopefully. “Now, I know the thought of going to school with your brother is a big turn-off, but, I promise, the campus is really large, and you probably won’t even see him—the business college and the science buildings are a couple of miles apart.”
“You want me to come to Albuquerque?” Liz looked at Max, a little baffled as her pizza-laden hand dropped to her lap softly.
“Well, yeah, Liz, of course I want you at UNM. Why wouldn’t I?” Max smiled softly at Liz, a little surprised by her incredulous expression.
Liz sniffed a little and smiled, her eyes glazing a little as she spoke, “Um, it’s been awhile since someone wanted me nearby, I guess. I mean—when Dad sent me to Winnaman—I just felt like he didn’t want me around, you know,” a tear slid down Liz’s cheek as she smiled, trying to fight back the other tears that threatened to fall.
“Oh, baby, no—I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Max tossed his half-eaten slice back in the box and then gently took Liz’s from her hand to place back in the cardboard container, wrapping her small body in his arms once his hands were free. “Liz, I just want you to do what’s best for you, sweetheart. You’ve spent so much time with other people making your decisions for you that I didn’t want to pressure you into deciding on Albuquerque.
Liz nodded as she wiped at her tears with her fingers, sucking in an audible breath, “I know, Max. You wouldn’t do that.”
“Ah, you may be giving me too much credit. I’m really just a selfish bastard underneath it all, and it’s taking all my restraint not to fall down on my knees and beg you to come to school here,” Max teased as he tickled Liz’s bare tummy, causing her to squirm and laugh as she writhed against him.
“Ok, ok—will you stop tickling if I promise to go to campus with you Monday?” Liz retaliated by turning around on Max’s lap and tickling him under the arms—knowing full well he would be forced to stop tormenting her. She knew all his ticklish spots as well.
“Ah, Liz,” Max entreated as he tried to wriggle out of her grasp, “I’ll quit, I’ll quit,” Max stilled his tickling fingers and smoothed his palms around Liz’s back, pulling her close for a kiss on the lips.
Liz smiled as they finished the tender kiss, sliding down Max’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his muscular back. Yawning, Liz snuggled against Max’s chest as he turned off the TV, wiggling his way down the pillow with Liz’s petite body lying on top of him. The day’s events, her first orgasms in particular, seemed to have taken their toll as Liz’s eyes began to grow heavy and her breathing to grow steady.
“Love you, Lizzie,” Max kissed the top of her head softly.
“Love you too, Max,” Liz muttered sleepily, offering a small kiss against his strong chest.
Max stroked Liz’s long, dark hair as her small puffs of breath tickled his skin, though he held still, not wanting to disturb her slumber. As he drifted to sleep himself, Max thought about the last words they uttered to each other just moments ago—a quick ‘love you’—they’d said it a thousand times before. But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say to Liz.
He wanted to say, “I love you, Liz. I’m in love with you. I want you to stay.”
But, he didn’t say that--not wanting to pressure her, not wanting to keep her from pursuing her dreams—he couldn’t tell Liz the truth about his feelings toward her. They had always been close, ever since they were small, but now as Liz lay there in his arms, Max understood what was missing from all his previous relationships that never seemed to work out—those girls just weren’t Liz. The sweet little girl he had known his entire life had returned to him as a woman. She had shown up on his doorstep just yesterday wanting Max to be her “first,” but what Max was beginning to understand was that he wanted to be … her “only.”