posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:10:25 PM
Title: The Snowstorm

Author: Kari

Rating: NC-17

Coupling: Mi/L, w/ a little Maria/A and K/I

Note: Told from Liz's POV

Category: Best Polar Fanfiction



Part 1

This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever had to do for the school newspaper. I mean, who actually goes to school on a day when the students are actually supposed to have off? It’s a teacher prep day so none of the students have to report to school today. Well, except for me and the swim team. They’re apparently going to the state championships or something and since I’m the eldest member of the school newspaper, guess who has to do the coverage?

Yup, me. Yay, aren’t I lucky? That was sarcastic. I mean, I may be the studious type…well, ok, that’s a bit of an understatement. I have a perfect 4.0 G.P.A. But that does not mean I want to give up my days off from school by going there anyways! I don’t even understand why I have to be there, it’s not like it’s the actual swim championship, it’s just a practice. What am I supposed to do? Sit there and pretend to be interested in those pathetic people on the swim team, when I’m actually dying of boredom?

But I’m going anyways. I mean, what else did you expect me to do? I’m perfect little Liz Parker, who always does what is asked of her, and with a smile, damn it! So I trudge along to the high school, half asleep. There’s no one else on the streets. Of course…they’re all sleeping! I sleepwalk my way into the building and towards the main office. I greet the secretary and walk into the newspaper office. I set down my bookbag and I grab my notebook. I’m about to head off to hell, excuse me, to the poolroom, when I hear someone talking to the secretary in the office.

Usually I’m not the type to eavesdrop, honestly, but I stop dead in my tracks this time, hiding behind the newspaper office door. That voice. It’s so…sexy. It has this sultry twang to it that just sends goosebumps up my arms. I stick my head out the door and peer around the corner to try and see who it is. All I can see is the secretary’s big ass hanging out as she hangs over her desk, practically drooling on whoever sexy-voice-boy is. Poor kid. I stand perfectly still and strain to make out what they are saying.

“Well, I’m sorry. There is no school for students today. You’ve been misinformed. We don’t have school today or tomorrow. You’ll have to come back on Monday.”

Ok, is this kid crazy? He thought we had school today? Where’s he been living? Everyone knows we have no school today. We rarely get days off, and when we do, everyone talks about it for weeks ahead of time.

“Ok, I realize that. My foster father told me I had school today though, so I’m kind of stuck here. Can’t you just give me my schedule so I can walk around and try to find where my classes are? That way I won’t be lost on Monday.”

“I’m sorry. There aren’t even supposed to be any students in the building today except for the swim team and Liz Parker.”

I pale at the mention of my name and duck back into the office, just in case the secretary decided to choose that moment to turn around and try to introduce me to sexy-voice-boy. I regain my composure and lean out the door again. YES! The secretary has moved and I can finally see the guy. Grr…hiss…this kitty likes what she sees! Wait a minute, Parker, chill. He may be hot, but DO NOT let your hormones take over! Ok, easier said than done. This boy is the hottest thing I’ve seen since Steve Urkel. I mean, those suspenders, and those high-waters, can you say mmm-mmm good? Ok, that was a weird comparison, I know. I’m sarcastic, bear with me! But seriously, this boy looks good.

He’s got this wild crazy hair that looks like he just rolled out of bed. It would have looked really stupid on someone else, but he pulled it off. He was wearing jeans and a teeshirt, nothing too special, but he looked so good. I leaned further out the door, trying to check him out more. He looked up sharply and said, “Hey, you spying on me?”

Oh shit. He saw me. I probably had drool hanging off my chin. I stepped back, trying to get back into the office, but I tripped on my shoelace or something. Well, you know me, I always have to go for the most dramatic first impressions. And so I did my amazing flying-leap-into-the-wastebasket trick. Applause please. Thank you, thank you, I try.

So I’m lying there, half in the wastebasket, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, especially considering I think there’s dirty tissues under me and possibly the remnants of the secretary’s breakfast. Sexy-voice-boy bursts out laughing while the secretary looks on, bewildered. She looks at me like she has no idea who I am or how I got there, as if she didn’t see me walk into the office a few minutes ago.

I finally drag myself out of the wastebasket, standing there with my hands on my hips. “I meant to do that,” I mumble under my breath. I regain my composure, but unfortunately my dignity has disappeared without a trace. I pick up my notebook I had dropped and nonchalantly walk past the secretary, sticking my hand out towards sexy-voice-boy and saying, “Hi, I’m Liz Parker.”

He looks at me like I’m some new interesting species of ape. Without the tons of body hair, the large size, the weird face and the extra long arms. Aw hell, just forget about the ape thing. Anyways, he looked at me weird and didn’t shake my hand. He just kind of grunts like a hog (ok, where did that come from?) and says, “Michael Guerin.”

“Well, it certainly is nice to meet you Michael Guerin.” Once again, he gives me a strange look and then he turns back to the secretary.

“So, am I getting my freaking schedule or not, lady?” he says. Oh, he’s a fiesty one!
The secretary steals a glance at me and then says, “No, you don’t get your schedule today. But I’m sure Liz here would be willing to give you a tour of the school.”

Me? You looking at me? YIPPEE! Now I have an excuse to hang out with sexy-voice-boy, er, Michael. “Sure,” I say.

The secretary goes back to work doing whatever she does. Actually I doubt that she does much. Every time a kid comes in the office, they say she’s sitting at her desk, just staring at her computer screen. I bet she checks out porn sites or something. Insert shudder of revulsion and fear here.

Anyways…I lead Michael out of the office and towards the gym. I feel like one of those overly happy tour guides you always seem to get stuck with at boring historic sites. I open the door to the gym and step in. He looks around as I say, “This is the gym.”

“I’m not an idiot, you know. I know what a gym is.”

Ok, so much for being a bright and cheerful tour guide…on with the tour. I lead him back into the hall and we pass classes. I don’t say anything, since all of the classes are labeled. Like the bio rooms have signs that say, “Biology” next to the door. I head up to the second floor and we walk around there in silence. And then we head up to the third floor. Once again we walk around in silence and as I’m about to lead him down a staircase back to the first floor, when he stops in front of a classroom and peers in, cupping his hands around his eyes to cut out the glare. I look at the sign by the door and note that he’s looking in an art room. Ok, why the art room? Is he one of those freaky artsy people that cares about nothing else in the world but art? If so, cool! Seriously, I admire people who are passionate about something and are not afraid to persue it or show their passion.

“So, you into art?” I ask, trying to make small talk. No response. Well, at least he didn’t give me a strange look this time. Progress, slowly but surely. He finally joins me again and we head for the first floor. As we get there, I head for the poolroom. Halfway there I notice that he’s still following me.

“You can leave now,” I say.

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Well, I have to something to do for the school newspaper.”

He half snorts, half laughs. I whip around to face him, trying to ignore his total hotness factor. “What is so funny?”

“The school newspaper? Only geeks work on that.”

Ok, wrong comment, buddy! “Geeks? No, the well-rounded, intelligent people work on it, not the geeks.”

“Same thing,” he says, a glint entering his eyes. Ok, this just started, and already I’m sick of this bickering.

“Whatever,” I mutter, opening the door to the pool, expecting him to leave. Of course I’m wrong, I’m always wrong. I walk to the bleachers and try to sit as far away as I can from Isabel Evans. I have some serious issues with that girl. She seems convinced that the world revolves around her. Well, news flash princess, the world revolves around me!

Seriously, she’s one of those blond ditzy cheerleaders with the IQ of a raisin who can have any guy in the school, not because of her character, but because she has big boobs. You know the type, all high schools have at least two or three. She’s doing her nails while she sits on the top of the bleachers, indifferent to the swimmers. I don’t even understand why she’s here. I mean, ok, her brother Max is on the swim team, and the guy she likes, Kyle Valenti, is the swim teams’ assistant coach. But still, she doesn’t have to be at school today, yet she’s here…I’ll never understand some people. I settle myself down and try to ignore Michael, who’s leaning against the wall, watching the swimmers. I open my notebook and stare at the blank page.

I have no idea what to write. I’m not usually the one assigned to the sports stories. I decide to start with the names of the people on the swim team. I write them down. Max Evans. Maria Valenti. Alex Whitman. Tess Harding. And the coach, Kyle Valenti. Ok, wow, that took up like 10 seconds of my time.

I look at the pool and watch as Alex dives in and proceeds to do the breast-stroke to the other end of the pool, flipping off the wall, and swimming in the other direction. Then Tess and Maria start a race and almost immediately the guys stop swimming to cheer on one girl or the other.

Ok. Woohoo. Races. I’m still falling asleep here. I notice Michael still standing by the wall. “Hey, Michael!” I call out. “Come sit down. The bleachers don’t bite!”

“It’s you I’m worried about,” he responds, sauntering over. Ok, is it just me or was that a pathetic attempt at flirting? Still, if he was flirting with me…woo, did it just get a tad bit hotter in here? He sits a few feet down from me and I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. Yeah, if he sticks around, things could get interesting, very, very interesting…
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:11:27 PM
Part 2

Ok, this is starting to piss me off. I cannot watch people swimming for this long! Well, ok, I admit, it's only been fifteen minutes…but it feels like a lifetime of torture! The only thing keeping me from falling asleep completely is Michael, sitting near me on the bleachers. We haven't talked to each other since he sat down on the bleachers, but that's ok with me. I tend to blurt out the wrong things at the worst times, so not talking to him probably is safer than talking.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Isabel checking out Michael, probably trying to decide if he's 'cool' enough to hang out with her group. And the funny thing is, I think Isabel thinks he's cool enough, but Michael doesn't strike me as the kind to hang out with the popular crowd. He seems more like a loner, like me. Not caring what people think or what they have to say about you.

And I really don't. I mean, half of these people will leave Roswell after high-school. Nothing they say now is going to drastically alter my life or shape who I am. So I don't care. Some people think I'm a little strange. I don't really have friends, just acquaintances. I like being alone, though. It gives me time to reflect on how pathetic the majority of the school population is. All they care about is when the next party is, when they can get laid again, and how their hair looks. None of them care whether or not they have good enough grades to get them into college. None of them care if they are good people, just so long as they have fun.

Whoo…look at me, totally rambling. Anyways…I'm sitting here trying to look like I'm paying attention to the swimmers, but I'm really trying to figure out if Michael is looking at me like I'm looking at him. As I contemplate these worldly matters, (yeah, right) Isabel slowly walks over to Michael and I, stopping in front of me first.

"Hello Elizabeth," she says to me, as if I'm no more than a common street bum living on a park bench.

Hello to you too, your royal bitchiness. "Hello Isabel. What a pleasure it is to see you." You see how sarcastic I am when I talk? Yet, everyone always thinks I'm serious!

Isabel just rolls her eyes at me and says, "Why are you here? You aren't a part of the swim team."

"Well, neither are you," I point out.

I get no response from her as she looks at Michael and extends her hand. "I'm Isabel Evans. Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," he replies. I'm sitting here trying not to fall to the floor in a fit of laughter, (cause that would be SO mature) and look on with interest as Isabel turns an interesting shade of red…sort of a crimson.

She lets out an annoyed laugh and says, "No, really. What's your name?"

"Michael Guerin."

"Ok then," was her response. She walks back to her original spot on the bleachers. I guess Michael didn't pass her 'cool' test. Boohoo, how sad.

I turn to look at him and smile. I could really grow to like this guy. Ok, I sort of already do. Whatever, that's not the point. "Great job getting rid of her," I say.

He smiles and slides over so that he is sitting right next to me and all of a sudden I'm kind of having some difficulty breathing. "She seemed like the stuck up daddy's girl type to me. I hate that type. Do you know her?"

"Not very well, thank goodness. She thinks she's the hottest thing this school has seen. In fact, so does the rest of the school. That's what annoys me. She says she's the most popular, and everyone else accepts it, no questions. Me, I wonder why she can do that. I mean, could I? I will. I say that for the rest of today, I am the most popular girl in school."

Michael gave me a look, kind of like I'd grown a third arm or something, and just said, "Ok, you're kind of weird." I, of course, took that as a compliment. "So, who are these people?" he asked, pointing out towards the pool.

"Well, that buff guy with the dark hair is Max Evans, Isabel's younger brother. That blond with the curls is their cousin, Tess Harding. That other blonde is Maria Valenti. The scrawny little stick boy is Alex Whitman, Maria Valenti's boyfriend. He's the only one of the bunch who is half decent and he can play a mean guitar. That guy standing there is Kyle Valenti, Maria's step-brother and Isabel's love slave. He's the swim team's assistant coach."

Michael laughed. "Love slave?"

"Yeah. She likes him, but she never asks a guy out, the guy always has to ask her. She knows he likes her, but he's too shy to ask her out, so she flirts and teases him. He's like some pathetic little puppy dog, just following her around. And she kind of follows him too."

"You seem to have everyone figured out."

"Yeah, I've always been good at looking at someone and knowing a lot about them." It's true. My mom always told me that I could be a psychoanalyst.

"Well, can you tell something about me?" he asked. I looked at him, studying his features and the way he carried himself. And much to my surprise, for the first time in my life, I was completely stumped. I could obviously see all of the surface stuff. He was sarcastic like me, had a sense of humor that was a bit twisted, was cocky and sometimes rude. But beyond that, I was clueless. He was a puzzle I couldn't piece together. I couldn't tell if he was really insecure inside, or if he was a good liar. I couldn't tell if he had a happy childhood and was a good student. All of the things I usually looked for and was able to spot in people, I couldn't see in him.

"You…you're different," I manage to say. "You're hiding something. Something you're afraid of anyone knowing." He looked at me, his perfect eyes boring into mine. He jumped up and looked away, walking quickly out of the poolroom. Hmm…did I say something wrong?

I get up to chase after him, and walk to the door. I step into the hall and look both ways, seeing him in neither direction. Great, I've lost him. I sigh as I head back into the pool room to watch the swimmers. I feign interest as I secretly wish one of them would drown, just so that something exciting would happen.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:13:42 PM
Part 3

Finally the swim team gets out of the pool, and before they can go into the locker rooms I manage to yell out to them, "Before you leave today I have to interview you!" They mumble their "OKs" and head into the guy's or girl's locker rooms to change back into their street clothes. I know that they'll take forever, so I decide to walk around the school and try to find Michael. I'm not even sure if he's still here, but it'll give me something to do.

First I go to the office, thinking maybe he went back there to try again to talk the secretary into giving him his schedule. But the door to the office is locked and the lights are out. Well, isn't that dandy? My bookbag, along with my books, which I need to do my homework, are in there!

Ok, so I'll keep looking for Michael, but now I also have to find a janitor or a teacher or just anybody that has a key to the office. It's so quiet in the building, it's kind of spooky. I mean, have you ever walked down your high school's hallways without seeing anyone else in the halls, not hearing kids and teachers yelling or lockers slamming? It's very creepy.

Eventually I decide to head for the art room to look for Michael. I don't know why I didn't think of that before, this must be one of my stupid days. As I'm walking up to the third floor, I notice that most of the classrooms that had teachers in them before are dark and locked up. Hmmm…must be time for lunch.

I reach the art room and look inside. Yup, there's Michael. I sort of expected him to be doing something, like painting, or sketching. But he's just sitting at a table, looking out a window.

"Hey," I say. "I guess I don't have to send out a search party, I found you."

No response. I should really learn not to expect one from this guy. "Whatcha looking at?" I ask.

"It's snowing."

"No way!" I run to the window and sure enough, tiny little flakes are coming down. "This is so cool!" I yell, a bit too excitedly.

"You act as if you've never seen snow before," he says.

"I have…once," I say. "This is Roswell, New Mexico…it doesn't exactly snow here very often. And the one time I do remember it snowing here, it only snowed for like 10 minutes."

Michael just nods his head, still staring out the window, entranced, as if he's watching a blizzard. Ok, newsflash buddy, it's not a blizzard and won't be a blizzard. So stop looking at the snow and look at me! Look at me, the brown-haired, skinny, short girl by the window. On second thought, never mind, you'll have more fun looking at the snow.

I let him look at the snow while I wait for him to say something or until I can come up with something amazing to say. But I can't think of anything interesting, (big surprise there) so we're there for awhile.

Finally Michael stands up and say, "Well, we should go."

We? We?! He wants to leave…with me?! "Uh, we?"

"Yeah, I'll walk you home. I can't let you walk home in this snow alone."

I laugh at that. "It's barely snowing. Besides, I have to go back downstairs and interview the swim team."

Michael rolls his eyes. "I'll come along," he says. I nod and lead him out of the room, remaining cool as a cucumber on the outside. ON the inside…it's a totally different story. On the inside I'm a giggling, shrieking schoolgirl, cause maybe (hopefully) Michael likes me. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

As we approach the pool room I slow down and stop, to face Michael. "I'm sorry for whatever I said before that upset you and made you disappear on me. I say stupid things sometimes and I don't think before I speak."

Michael just smirks. "It's ok," he says. "I overreacted. But you were right. I am different from other people somewhat and I do have a secret that I don't want other people to know."

I blink in surprise. Was he about to tell me what the secret was?

"Oh, ok," I say. He doesn't say anything, so I decide not to push it. We enter the pool room to find the swim team plus Kyle and Isabel gathered around the bleachers. "Finally," says Isabel, glaring at me.

"Sorry," I say. "I was just searching for Michael." I point to Michael, in case anyone's stupid enough not to realize who Michael is.

"Hi, I'm Alex," says Alex, stepping down a step on the bleachers, his hand outstretched for a handshake. As he steps over the last section of the bleachers, he trips and falls forward. I can already see what is going to happen.

Alex falls right into Michael and then they both fall right into the pool. Everyone else stands there in shock while I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it…it was funny!

Alex resurfaces, sputtering like a drowned rat, while Michael attempts to climb out of the pool. His wet shoes and clothes are weighing him down though, so he keeps slipping down the side of the pool and back into the water.

Eventually Michael is able to drag himself out of the pool. He looked kind of weird cause his hair was wet and flat against his head, hanging in his eyes. He slumped down on the bleachers, dripping water everywhere. The other people on the bleachers moved away from him, not wanting to get their clothes wet. Alex managed to get out of the pool with less trouble than Michael and then sheepishly said, "Dude, I am so sorry."

"Whatever," Michael muttered under his breath. I of course, was still laughing like a maniac. Finally everyone turned their attention to me. "What the hell is so funny?" Michael asked.

"You…you….all wet…hair and clothes…" I couldn't seem to form a complete sentence. He glared at me, while everyone else looked at me like I was acting childish. Finally my laughter died down and I took a deep breath. "Well, I need to interview some of you now," I said. "Who wants to go first?"

"I will," said Tess.

I opened my notebook to a fresh page and asked her, "How many years have you been on the swim team?"

"This is my third."

"Have you set any records for the school?"

"Yes, one for the 500 meter backstroke and one for the 100 meter freestyle."

"Ok," I said. "That's really all I need to know." I asked the other three swimmers the same questions and then moved on to the assistant coach, Kyle.

"Kyle, do you think you can lead this swim team to the national swim competition?"

"Uh, possibly," said Kyle a bit nervously. "I'm not the head coach…I just help out." I tried not to snicker at his answer and wrote down what he'd said. I closed my notebook and said, "Well, that's all I needed to know."

"Great," said Isabel. "I'm starving. Let's go to the cafeteria."

"School food?!" asked Maria. "Are you serious?"

"Hello! Today is a teacher prep day and everyone knows they get pizza delivered…so let's go see if there is any left."

"I think all the teachers left for lunch or something," I say. "I don't think any teachers are left in the building. And some of them might not come back because of the snow."

"The what?" asks Max, looking at me as if I'm a crazy person.

"It's snowing," says Michael. "Are you deaf?" Michael and Max share an annoyed look with one another and then Max walks out to the hallway and over to the main entrance.

Everyone else follows him, with me and Michael at the end of the line. "Wow," says Isabel. "It's coming down fast."

And it is. Almost like blizzard fast. I turn to Michael. "If the offer still stands, I'd like you to walk me home now," I say.

"Let's get some pizza first," he says. "I'm starving. Besides, like you said, this is New Mexico, it's not like it'll keep up much longer. And I'm all wet. If I go out there in the snow now, I'll freeze."

"Ok," I say. We head for the cafeteria, the popular people following leisurely behind us. I'm relieved to see that although the rest of the building's rooms seem to be dark and empty, the lights are on in the cafeteria…and on a table in the far corner I see a pyramid of pizza boxes. Everyone breaks into a run towards them, we all can't wait to see if they still have pizza in them.

I get there first (you can call me Speedy Gonzalez) and I can smell the pizza. I crack open a box and then all hell breaks loose. Everyone is grabbing for pizza like we haven't eaten in weeks. There's pizza sauce on my pants, but I don't care. We grab napkins and plates and pile them high with pizza. Alex tries to take a piece that Isabel has also grabbed onto and they seem to be playing tug of war with it. She growls low in her throat and Alex quickly gives up the slice of pizza.

I guess I learned my lesson of the day: Don't mess with hungry teenagers, especially hungry teenage girls with humongous egos.

We finally all seat ourselves. Maria and Alex share a table, Isabel and Kyle share a table, and Tess, Max, Michael, and I share a table. I dig into my pizza and listen to the interesting conversations around me.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:15:01 PM
Part 4

Tess has been talking about herself forever now. Max didn't seem to mind, but of course, they're cousins, so he has to be nice to her, I think. Michael and I on the other hand are trying to get away. But every time we think of an excuse to leave the table, Tess bursts out with more useless trivia about her hair, her clothes, her past boyfriends. It's enough to make me puke.

Which is exactly what I use as an excuse to leave the table. "Uh, I don't feel good," I say, hoping I look sick. "I think I ate too much." Michael tries not to smile as he figures out what I'm doing.

Tess gives me a look, but continues talking. I moan and clutch at my stomach. "I really feel like I'm gonna puke," I mumble. Within a millisecond Tess has shot out of her seat and run to the other end of the table.

She gives me a disgusted look and says, "Well, don't just sit there! Go to the bathroom or something! Just don't do anything in here!" I stand up slowly and amble my way over to the exit.

Michael stands up after me and says, "I better make sure she's ok." We finally both reach the hall and burst into laughter. "Did you see the expression on her face?" Michael manages to say.

I nod, tears beginning to stream down my face cause I'm laughing so hard. "She really thought I was about to puke pizza all over her designer jeans or something."

Michael and I slowly walk down the hall to the main entrance of the building, still laughing like a bunch of drunk hyenas. (Can hyenas get drunk?)

I reach the doors and my laughter dies down quickly. I stare out at the whiteness that is covering everything. It looks like a full blown blizzard out there. I can't see 2 feet out the door, and it looks like there is already 6 inches on the ground. "Um, Michael, how much time did we spend in the cafeteria?"

"Only an hour. How could it have snowed this much in an hour? There's no way we can go out in that, we'd freeze to death."

I look at him in disbelief. "What are you saying, that we're stuck here? One of the others must have brought a car with them, they can drive us home."

"Let's go ask," Michael says, eyeing the snow warily, as if he's not sure if it's real or not. We go back to the cafeteria and find Tess still rambling on and on about herself.

She looks up and sees me. "Are you ok now?" she asks in a way that doesn't show she cares about my health, but rather she cares about getting puked on.

"I'm ok," I say. "Um, did any of you drive here?"

"No," says Max. "It was so nice out before that we all walked. Why?"

"Cause it's a blizzard out there," Michael says simply.

Everyone looks at Michael like he's grown a second head or something and then there is a stampede towards the main doors. Michael and I follow after them. Halfway there we can hear Isabel going into freak-out-mode.

"This is impossible!" she yells. "It shouldn't snow this much in NEW MEXICO! How are we supposed to get home?"

"We're stuck here," I say.

She slowly turns around to look at me. "We're what?" she asks in a low and menacing voice that I guess is supposed to scare me or something. Oh yeah, I'm shakin' in my boots.

"Are you blonde AND deaf? I said we're stuck here."

"This is all your fault!" she screams, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me. Um, ok, how the heck is it my fault we're stuck here? I'm not the snow goddess with a magical wand that drops snow on unsuspecting people! (Wouldn't that be fun, though?)

"Ok, uh, please explain to me how I am responsible for this," I say, starting to get a tad bit peeved with this girl.

"If you hadn't insisted on interviewing us today, we'd have been able to leave before it got this bad," she said matter-of-factly, as if that just proved it all.

"Well, excuse me, but I HAD to do the interviews today. You and your friends were the ones who spent forever getting out of the locker rooms and insisted that we go steal some of the teachers' pizza."

Isabel looked at me, her mouth hanging open wide as if she couldn't believe I'd outwitted her. "Close your mouth before you swallow a fly," said Michael.

"Oh, ha ha," she grumbles. "Who the hell do you think you are anyways, new boy? You can't talk to me like that."

Michael rolls his eyes and doesn't respond. Alex says loudly, "Can everyone just stop arguing? Yeah, we're stuck in the high school. You guys are acting like it's the end of the world or something. Let me tell you, this is not the end of the world. This is the perfect opportunity to live out our greatest dreams."

Everyone is looking at Alex now. He continues, "We have full access to the entire high school. In case you've forgotten, Kyle is the assistant swim coach. He has keys to the office…where we can get keys to any of the other rooms. We can trash this place, or party, or do whatever we want. This is every kid's dream."

The full effect of what Alex has just said finally dawns upon us and we all share mischievous looks and smiles. "Let's party!" yells Maria, grabbing Alex by the collar and dragging him down the hall, practically undressing him right there.

We all laugh at that…we know what they're going to be doing. Hey, there's no adults around…they're going off to bang each other in a bathroom or something.

Isabel and Kyle look at each other and say at the same time, "Skinny dipping!" They run for the pool.

Tess and Max groan. "Remind us not to go in the poolroom," says Max. I chuckle and say to Michael, "You want to walk around and find something to do? I hear that one of the history teachers hides beer in the teacher's lounge."

"Sure," says Michael, following after me. We leave Max and Tess to find something else to do. This is going to be so much fun. We may be stuck here for a whole weekend! A whole weekend free to get plastered or involve ourselves in kinky sexual activity.

Let the party begin!
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:17:00 PM
Part 5

So the next thing I know Michael is pushing me up against the wall, ripping my shirt off, ravaging my mouth with his, touching me like no one's ever touched me before. I moan and he keeps going, smiling devilishly.

"Geeze Michael," I pant.

"Do you want me?" he whispers in my ear, causing my knees to go weak. "Do you need to feel me, all of me?" He slowly unzips my pants and then he….

"Liz? Are you okay?"

"What?" I stare at Michael in shock. Weren't we just about to do the nasty up against the wall? Wasn't he just taking my pants off?

"You spaced out there for a few seconds."

Oops…my bad. What a fantasy…I wonder what'd it be like if he did that to me for real…woo! Liz, snap out of it! I shake the cobwebs out of my dirty dirty little mind and say, "Oh, yeah, sorry. So, let's go into the teacher's lounge."

I slowly open the door, not wanting to get in trouble if a teacher is there for some reason. I lead the way in, not facing Michael cause I'm positive I'm blushing so bad. Who wouldn't after a fantasy like that?

"So, uh, the beer?" he says, plopping himself down on the nice leather couch. I nod and turn slowly in a circle, looking at the teacher's lounge.

"I've never actually been in here before," I admit. "So I don't know where Mr. Stein keeps his beer."

"Try looking in the refrigerator," says Michael. I walk to the refrigerator, mostly just to humor Michael. I mean, what kind of teacher would keep beer in the refrigerator of the teacher's lounge where others could find it and get him in trouble with?

I open the door and look at the contents in shock. Obviously Mr. Stein isn't the brightest crayon in the box because what I see is not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR twelve packs of beer!

"Holy shit," I breathe. "The gods do love us, Michael. I've found the motherload!"

He comes up behind me and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Woohoo!" he yells, pushing past me and grabbing a twelve pack. "We're gonna get drunk off our asses!" He's such a charmer, ain't he?

He rips open the box, takes out a can, pops the top, and chugs it down. From my estimate, he drank two thirds of that can in 5 seconds. He burps loudly and then plops down on the couch again, patting the seat next to him.

"Grab a can, grab a seat," he says. "The beer is good tonight."

I give a little laugh and roll my eyes. He's not too charming, but there is just something about him… I grab a can and sit down next to him, not too close, but as close as I dare.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, drinking our beer. I keep shooting glances at him every few seconds out of the corner of my eye and if I'm not mistaken or hallucinating, I think he's also shooting glances at me.

He finishes his first beer and grabs another. "So, we gonna tell the others about the beer?" I ask.

He looks at me as if I had a little dancing monkey on my shoulder. "Why would we do that?" he asks. "We found it, it's ours."

"Actually, I found it. So technically it's mine," I say teasingly.

"Well, I told you to look in the refrigerator," he says in the same teasing tone I'd used.

Oh my…are we flirting? Am I, homely and ho-hum little Liz Parker, flirting with the supreme god of sizzling hotness that is Michael? Yes, yes I am. Score one for me!

"Anyways…" I say. "Whatcha wanna do?"

"Um, keep drinking beer?" he says as if he's questioning me.

"Ok, yeah, I know that. I mean, like what do you want to talk about?"

"You pick a topic," he says.

Hmm…the questions I could come up with. But no…I won't go there…not yet… I'll ask a question that's been burning in my mind for an hour or so now.

"What did you mean before when you said you are different from other people and you have a secret you don't want other people to know about?"

He sighed and took a long swig of beer. Geeze, can this boy drink… "I'll tell you, but first I have to tell you some other stuff. And I'd appreciate you keeping this information just between the two of us."

"Of course," I say. "I won't tell anyone."

"I live in a foster home, I've always lived in foster homes. Well, since I was five. Up until I was five I had a real family, my mom and dad. I hate living in foster homes, I'm always being shipped off to the next one right after I finish unpacking at the last one. I've lived in almost every state in the US. My new foster dad here in Roswell is a jackass, I can tell already, and I just got here last night."

I keep listening and lean over to get two more beers, taking one for me and handing one to Michael.

"Thanks," he says, setting it in his lap while he finishes the one he has now. "Anyways, my life's always been pretty bad, and I'm never at a school long enough to hardly meet anyone, much less make friends. In fact…I've never had a girlfriend."

I look at him in shock, which I guess he can see cause he says, "Go ahead, laugh, make fun of me, I know you want to."

"No, that's not what I was going to do. It's ok, you're only, what…16?"

"Yeah," he says.

"I've never had a boyfriend," I admit. Then I snap my mouth shut. I so DID NOT mean for that to come out.

"You?" he asks.

"No…well, unless you count Billy Graham in kindergarten. We got married, but then he dumped me for Isabel cause she had more licorice or something like that."

Michael chuckles and looks at me in a way that makes me feel slightly uncomfortable but also weirdly warm and tingly all over. "Keep telling me your story," I say, taking another sip of my beer.

"Well, the thing that makes me different from everyone else and that I try to hide is…when I was five years old I saw my dad rape and beat my mother to death."

"Oh my god," I say, unconsciously reaching over to rest my hand comfortingly on his arm.

"And then my dad hung himself in the garage. I was alone in the house with…the dead bodies for two days before a neighbor came over and found out what had happened. I'd have called 911 if I could have, but I was five. I thought I'd get in trouble if I called the cops and said, 'Hey, my dad killed my mommy and now he's dead too,' you know?"

"Michael, that…wow, oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. God, no child, no one, should have to see that."

I look into his eyes and all of a sudden his leg, resting against mine, is very warm. His arm, beneath my hand is so soft, so muscular. His eyes are so deep…and his lips. So lush and inviting, rosy red.

I unconsciously lick my lips, still looking at his and then, before I have time to realize it, those rosy red lush lips of his are pressed to mine. Even better than the way they look is the way they taste, even though he's been drinking. He's like a fine wine, a sweet honey. He's perfect. And I'm floating away on a cloud, too lost in the kiss to notice that the snow is coming down even harder and the sky is darkening quickly.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:18:09 PM
Part 6

Whoa. That's all I have to say. That one solitary word. Whoa. That basically sums up everything. This kiss…whoa. It's like getting high. (Not that I would know what that's like…) But seriously, it's amazing. It's fantastic. It's my first kiss.

I probably should have mentioned that before, huh? I'm sort of unsure what to do with my lips, with my tongue, even with my hands, but I kind of just follow Michael's lead. When I can feel his tongue upon my lips I open them, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. I tentatively touch my tongue to his. He doesn't pull back in disgust, so I guess I'm sort of doing this right.

He pulls me closer, his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck. Our beers have fallen to the floor, foam pooling out of them, forgotten at our feet. For the first time I realize that Michael is still very wet from his fall into the pool earlier. His damp shirt against my arms cools down my quickly warming skin slightly.

This kiss seems to last forever, yet it barely starts. We both have to pull back for air and I look into his eyes, still reeling from what just happened. "Um, wow," I say.

"Yeah," he says.

"I have a confession to make."


"That was my first kiss." There, I told him. Now he's going to laugh and call me a baby and other humiliating stuff.

"Same here."

Wha-what? That was his first kiss? No way…he knew exactly what he was doing. He even seemed a bit cocky as he kissed me, like he knew just how good of a kisser he was. "Really?"

"Yeah," he says. "I wasn't sure if I did that right…"

I laugh slightly and nod. "I sure think you did it right."

He chuckles and then says, "So, what now?"

"What do you mean?" I say.

"Well, do we go back to drinking? Do we talk? Do we make out?"

Gee, what do you think I'm going to choose? Such a hard decision…NOT! I lean forward and kiss him, my forwardness surprising not just him, but me also. Who would have ever thought that I would initiate a kiss with the most gorgeous guy ever?
And once again, I am floating away on cloud nine, oblivious to the snow…or Max and Tess entering the room.

"Hey, yoohoo!" I break off the kiss and whip around to see Max smiling and waving at me from the door. "Sorry to interrupt," he says. "But Tess and I were wondering if there was any beer left?"

"Don't give them anything," Michael whispers in my ear, causing me to giggle.

"Go grab a case from the refrigerator," I say, deciding to play nice and share. My logic is that if I give them the beer, they'll take it and leave, hence giving me and Michael privacy to continue with our exploration of the world of kissing.

Of course what I want just CAN'T happen. Max grabs a case from the refrigerator for him and Tess and they sit down on the opposite side of the room from us. Michael and I share annoyed looks. Don't they realize that they interrupted us and that just maybe we'd like to go back to what we had been doing?

They sit there, drinking their beer and making small talk. Just great. So now what are Michael and I supposed to do? I take a new beer out of our case and take a sip.

I realize I have to pee and stand up.

"I'm gonna find a bathroom," I say.

"I'll come," says Michael, standing up next to me.

"You can't come to the bathroom with me," I say.

"Well, I have to pee too. And besides, there really aren't many people here, I don't think anyone will mind if I use the ladies' room."

I burst out laughing and lead the way out of the room, towards the nearest bathroom.

I go in and Michael follows. "Separate stalls," I say jokingly.

"Oh god, Alex! Yes….god, yes! Keep doing that! Harder! God Alex, that's amazing!"

Holy shit. This is SO the wrong bathroom for us to have gone into. Maria and Alex are…occupying…a stall together. Michael and I share shocked looks and we both have to cover our mouths with our hands so as not to burst into laughter. We don't leave. Yes, I know what you're all thinking. We're perverted…why would we stand there as two people have sex in one of the stalls? Well in all honesty, it was hilarious and besides, I had to pee.

I decided to go into a stall and pee. To hell with the sex crazed people two stalls over. This is a public bathroom. If I have to pee, I will. Michael struggles not to laugh as he goes into the next stall over.

We quietly shut the stall doors and I commence peeing. As Maria and Alex hear us and realize that they aren't alone in the bathroom, I can hear Maria muttering, "Shit. Shit. Shit." I can tell that they are trying to hurriedly get dressed.

I finish and flush the toilet at the same time as Michael does. We exit our stalls at the same time and go to the sinks. I get some soap and comment to Michael, "It smells like sex and candy here."

"I wonder why?" he says innocently as he washes his hands. We dry our hands and turn to see Maria and Alex exiting from their stall.

"You interrupted something," hissed Maria, sending death glares at Michael and I.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say. "Were you doing something in here?"

"Yes," said Alex, trying to desperately hide the bulge in his pants.

"We're sorry," said Michael. "We'll be on our way now. Nice seeing you all again."

We calmly walk back into the hallway and then burst into laughter. That was the funniest thing I have ever experienced! Maria and Alex must be so embarrassed! As I laugh, my eyes meet Michael's and I slowly quiet down.

"They had the right idea," said Michael.

"What?" I ask, thinking that's Michael's way of suggesting that we go off and screw each other's brains out in a bathroom.

"Getting a bathroom. We could makeout in a bathroom. There's less chance of being interrupted in there than in the teacher's lounge."

The boy has a point. There are probably 15 bathrooms in the whole building, so there's not a great chance that we'll be walked in on. "Ok," I agree simply.

Yesterday, if someone had told me I'd be so comfortable talking with a guy about making out with him I'd have told them they were crazy. But it's true. Michael makes me feel very comfortable and I'm not afraid to talk to him.

I lead him to the next available bathroom and in we go.

Ah, the fun never ends, does it?
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:20:04 PM
Part 7

Have you ever kissed someone and felt like nothing in your life could go wrong at that point? Have you ever kissed someone and all of a sudden nothing else matters and only you and the other person exist? Well, if you haven't, go out and find someone to kiss like that, cause it's great!

I know I shouldn't feel so swept off my feet by Michael, especially considering how we only met a few hours ago, but I do. Hopefully I'm not just setting myself up for disappointment and heartbreak, cause that would kind of suck.

So anywho…we're in a bathroom, sitting on the yucky floor, making out. I sooooo wish that Kyle wasn't skinny dipping now, so that I could get the keys from him and get me and Michael into a classroom. But alas, our only options are the hall (where we'd get no privacy cause Max and Tess are running races down the hallways) or the bathrooms. I suppose we could go into the cafeteria or something, but then I'd probably just get hungry or something…

Michael and I have been making out for a while now, I don't even know how long, but it doesn't matter. It's slightly cold in the bathroom and I give a little shiver. Michael pulls me closer, completely enveloping me in his arms and all I have to say is…wow…this dude's got some muscles on him. Not that I'm complaining!

Eventually we have to stop cause it'd be pretty morbid if we kissed so much we caused ourselves to suffocate or something. He leans his forehead against mine and his eyes look into mine. Sigh. Sigh again. Ok, let's all do it together now: sigh. If I was a cartoon my eyes would be turning into little hearts now.

"You're sexy." Um, I didn't say that, it was my evil twin.

Michael chuckles and…what's that I see…he blushes! "Um, thanks," he says. "You too." We both kind of shift around uncomfortably then. What do we say now? We just admitted we think the other person is sexy…

Ok, that's just now sinking in. Me. Sexy. He said I'm sexy. Are we talking about the same person, here? Cause I don't see it…

"You wanna see if our beer's still there?" I ask.

"Sure," he says, offering me a hand and helping me get up off the floor. As we walk down the hall I try to discreetly fix my pants and underwear…I have a major wedgie.

Michael eyes me out of the corner of his eyes and breaks into a smirk. "Having a problem?" he asks.

"No, I got it." I'm walking funky now, kinda waddling down the hall.

"Sure you don't need help?"

"No," I manage to squeak out, making sure not to face him. I am blushing so bad now… it's not every day a hot guy offers to help me with a wedgie problem. We make it back to the teacher's lounge and I think my wedgie is truly gone. We walk in and find that everyone else is in there, drinking. Michael and I immediately run to grab as many cans as we can to claim for ourselves before we don't get any more.

Everyone is sitting in a circle, so we kinda throw ourselves down on the ground near them. As they finish with their cans they are placing them in the middle of the circle and creating a pyramid.

Maria and Alex eye me and Michael angrily. Hey, they shouldn't hold a grudge against us cause we wanted to use a public restroom. They should have stuck a rubber band or a sock on the doorknob or something to warn people.

As we sit there in silence, drinking, I notice Isabel and Kyle making goo-goo eyes at each other. Ok, gag me with a spoon. It's so obvious that they want to lay each other, yet neither of them is willing to officially ask the other one out. Odd…

As for Max and Tess, they look slightly peeved, probably cause they're single and they know that being stuck in the school would be the perfect opportunity to do…stuff…with a significant other. I actually kinda feel bad for them. But not too bad.

"Hey, let's play truth or dare," says Isabel, her words slurred. How much has she had to drink?

"That's a gay game," grumbles Max.

"I think it's a good idea," says Tess. Maria and Alex agree, along with Kyle. Everyone looks at Michael.

"Sure, why not?" he mumbles.

They all look at me. "Oh yay," I say in a sickly sweet voice. "Let's play truth or dare and then after that we can have a pillow fight and do each other's hair!"

Everyone but Michael roll their eyes at me and look away but Michael laughs and says, "You ain't getting' your paws on my hair."

"ANYWAYS," says Isabel, shooting a look at me and Michael. "I'll go first. Tess, truth or dare?"

Tess takes forever to think about it (of course it takes her forever, sheesh…it's TESS we're talking about here) and then says, "Dare."

Heh. This should be good. We all sit there, still drinking, waiting for Isabel to come up with the perfect dare for Tess. All of a sudden Isabel is shooting a look at me like she's got some big amusing secret she's keeping from me.

"Tess, I dare you to kiss Michael." Everyone raises their eyebrows at that. "With tongue." Oh…this is bad. Very very bad. Michael told me he'd never kissed anyone before me. What if he decides that Tess kisses better and wants to be with her?

I try not to gouge out Tess's eyes as she scoots over towards Michael and practically throws herself on Michael. Michael takes his torture like a man…screaming and beating the bitch off him.

"Gross!" he yells. "Warn someone when you're going to stick your slimy tongue down their throat! And for God's sake, get a tictac or something!" Tess scoots back to her spot, her face burning in embarrassment. The other guys are laughing, while the girls are shooting death glares at Michael.

Me? I'm trying to decide if I want to kill Tess or if I want to give Michael a high five for that hilarious comment about Tess. I opt for the high five…for now.

Tess tries to act a bit dignified and clears her throat. "Ok, now it's my turn. Alex, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he says. "Cause I don't want to kiss Michael." Heh, that was actually pretty funny…in a twisted kind of way.

Tess smiles evilly (is that a word?) and asks, "What's the nastiest thing you and Maria have done together?"

"What do you mean?" asks Alex. "One time in biology we dissected a frog and then we took the dissected parts and we-"

"I mean sexually," says Tess.

"Sec-sexually?" stammers Alex. "Nothing. Nope. Nothing but a big bunch of loser virgins here. No sex."

"They had sex in a bathroom stall," I volunteer. Maria's eyes practically pop out of her head while Alex groans.

Tess laughs. "Really? So you lied to me, Alex?"

"Well, maybe a teeny little lie," he says. "Not enough to be punished."

"Oh, but you know the rules," says Tess. "You shouldn't have lied."

Rules? What rules? I didn't think that there were any rules with truth or dare. I mean, there isn't even a uniform way to play…everyone seems to have their own version of how to play truth or dare.

"What rules?" I ask.

"We have a rule that if you lie on a truth question or if you refuse a dare, you have to strip off all your clothes except your underwear."

"Please, Tess, don't make me," Alex practically whimpers.

"You either do it or we'll find something even worse for you to do."

"But…I'm not wearing any underwear," Alex mumbles.

Max bursts out saying (in a TV ad announcer voice), "That's right ladies. He's smart, he's scrawny, he likes to do the nasty in the bathroom. He's commando man! Never a day with underwear, he goes commando all the time!"

I think I'm getting a buzz from the beer or maybe I'm already drunk, but for whatever reason, I find that comment really funny and I fall to the floor laughing. As usual, everyone but Michael ignores me. They all turn to Alex.

"You have to do it," says Tess.

"I'm not getting naked in front of all of you!" he screeches.

"Yeah," I say between giggles. "He only gets naked for Maria."

Michael has to pretend to cough to hold back a laugh as Kyle stands up and grabs two pillows off the leather couch. "Here," he says, handing them to Alex. "Use these to cover up."

Alex groans and slowly stands up. He angrily grabs the pillows and steps into the hall to take his clothes off. As everyone else sits there and drinks while they wait for Alex to return, I lie there and stare up at the ceiling. It's spinning and it looks so cool…

Yes, I am officially getting drunk. For the first time ever. Wow, today is a day for firsts. Today was the first time I saw a blizzard. Today was my first kiss. Today was the first time I walked in on two people going at it. Today was my first time getting drunk. And as Alex walks back in I think to myself that it's also the first time I've ever seen someone dressed in nothing but two pillows.

Alex is blushing and holding the pillows tightly against his butt…and…other area. He sits down, which is amusing, cause he has to figure out how to do it without showing everyone the package, and everyone but Maria scoots away from him. Hey, none of us want to be too close to the naked kid.

Alex sighs and says, "It's my turn. Great. Liz, truth or dare?"

Uh oh. I wasn't expecting him to ask me. What should I say? "Dare," I blurt out and then instantly I flinch. Why oh why did I have to go and say that for?! This is going to be bad, I know it is…

"I dare you to streak."

I choke on the sip of beer I just took and Michael has to pound me on the back a few times before I'm ok. I look at Alex in fear. No, I have to be dreaming. He didn't just dare me to streak.

"Just topless streaking," he says as if that makes it so much better.

"You want me to run down the hall topless?" I say.


"So, if I say no, I just have to sit here in my underwear?"

"No," says Tess. "YOU have to take your dare because you're new to the group and our version of the game. Think of this as your initiation."

Ok, first of all, how the hell is that fair?! She can't just go and change the rules for me! And secondly, is Tess a lesbian? Does she WANT to see my topless? Ick…yucky thought.

"That isn't fair," I say, desperately trying to get out of it.

"Take it or leave it," she says coldly. "And if you turn down the dare, you can't play anymore AND you won't get any more beer."

No…the whore wouldn't….SHE WOULD! What kind of monster is she?!

"Fine," I mumble. "I'll run down the hall topless. Geeze…"

I stand up and for the first time I notice how Michael is looking at me…like a really horny teenage boy. Oh, yes, this should be interesting, to say the least…
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:21:06 PM
Part 8

Ok. Here I go. In a few minutes. Give me some time. Deep breath. No, really, don't worry about me, I can do this. I just need to take my shirt and bra off and run down the hall. No big deal. I should think about Alex, he can be my inspiration…I mean, he IS standing there in nothing but pillows.

Ok, I'm gonna do this. Off goes the shirt. Tess, Maria, and Isabel are talking in a group, trying not to watch (at least that's what I hope) while Alex, Kyle, Max, and Michael stand there gawking. What is it guys? Never seen a chick in a bra before? Do you like? Well, here comes the kicker…off goes the bra. And I better start running.

OH MY GOD, IT IS FREEZING! I am so cold! On and on I run down the long hallway. Oh. Crap. I have to run back, don't I? Well, yes, if I want to get my clothes back.

I stop and turn around, shielding myself from prying eyes with my arms. Wow, I must be totally drunk cause there is no way I'd regularly do this. Ok, getting close to the other people again.

Blushing. Oh, yes, you better believe I'm blushing. And shivering. Shit, this school is cold. My advice of the day: never go naked at school, I don't care if you're a nudist or if you're just a perv, don't do it at school!

Ok, I've stopped running and all the guys are staring. This is so embarrassing. "Um, could you turn around while I get dressed again?" I ask. The guys slowly peel their eyes from my chest and I quickly lean down to pick up my bra. I'm back into my clothing in milliseconds. "You can look," I say.

Everyone stands there, unsure of what to say. I guess they all thought I'd chicken out and not do it. Well, surprise! Little Liz Parker just ran topless down the hall for the most popular kids in school plus the hottest kid in school.

That's another thing to add to my list of 'firsts' for today. We all slowly amble back into the teacher's lounge and gather in a circle again. All right, this is cool. It's my turn. I sit there and try to decide who to ask 'truth or dare?' but it's difficult cause I can feel Michael's gaze on me.

Yeah, well, buddy, the show's over. Nothing to see here. Go on home. The fat lady has sung. C'est fini.

I decide to ask Michael…hehehe, oh, this is going to be good. (insert evil smile here.)

"Michael, truth or dare?"

He looks at me and says, "Truth."

I smile widely, trying to look innocent (which is practically impossible considering what I just did in the hallway) and say, "Michael, how big are you?"

His eyes grow wide and he says, "You mean, like, my…"

"Yeah, that thing," I say.

All of the girls are looking at Michael in interest while the guys sit there with cocky smiles (no pun intended) on their faces, as if they know they have bigger packages than Michael does.

"8 inches," he mumbles.

Wow. That's…long. I bet it's thick too, and…STOP IT PARKER! Oh shit. I shouldn't have asked that question, cause now all I can think is impure thoughts about Michael…and me…an empty classroom…NO! I have to think of something else. Like bunny rabbits. Bunny rabbits are cute and furry. And they have sex a lot. Urgh, this is IMPOSSIBLE!

After Michael gives his answer all of the girls are eyeing his crotch in interest and the guys are sitting there glaring at him, probably thinking he's stolen all of their women. As Isabel eyes Michael's…area…she slowly licks her lips.

All right. That's enough. Michael is not eye-candy for these girls. I am claiming him as my own right now, ALL of him. His super long rod included.

"Michael, let's get out of here," I say. "I'm sick of this game."

"Ok," he says. "Let's find a phone and tell our parents we won't be coming home tonight."

Everyone else feels compelled to follow us as we leave the room. Geeze, don't these people have lives? We walk to the bank of pay phones by the main doors and since there's three of them, I guess it won't take us long to all call our parents.

I call and leave a message on my mom's machine saying that I'm staying over at a friends and I'll be back sometime that weekend. That's enough for my mom. She doesn't care if I'm out all weekend, as long as I'm doing something. My mom is always telling me that I need to socialize more and stop reading. Well excuse me for having this unhealthy addiction to Stephen King novels! Real life is boring most of the time, but not with a Stephen King novel. I mean, who doesn't like to read about an evil clown living in the sewer system who likes to eat kids? 'We all float down here.' Or how about a novel about a rabid saint bernard? Or one about a car who likes to run people over? I told you, I have an unhealthy addiction.

So anyways, everyone copies my idea and calls their parents, making up lame excuses and such. Then we all stand there and look at each other.

"What do you want to do?" asks Isabel.

"Alex and I are going to finish what we started, before we were so rudely interrupted," says Maria, grabbing Alex (who's still wearing pillows) and giving me and Michael warning looks.

"Lock the door from the inside this time," I say. "And have a good time!"

Tess drags Isabel and Kyle off, probably to tie them to chairs and force them to listen to her talk about the last time she broke a nail.

Michael, Max, and I still stand there. "I'm gonna go see if there's any soda in the soda machine I saw in the cafeteria," says Michael. "Just wait here for me."

"Ok," I say, leaning against the wall. I look out the doors at the falling snow. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Someone is watching me. I look up and there is Max, staring at my chest with wide eyes.

I cross my arms and turn away from his unwavering gaze, wishing Michael would come back soon. Max is very obviously drunk off his ass and he's making me jumpy.

"Liz," he says and I jump when I turn and see him standing only inches away from me.

"Yeah, Max?" I squeak.

"You're very pretty." Whoa. This dude smells like so much beer that it's disgusting. I try not to breathe too much.

"Well, uh, thank you Max," I say.

"You're very hot." I don't say anything, I just stand there and pray to the gods to make him leave me alone. "I loved watching you run down the hall before." He's still not leaving me alone, I guess the gods aren't pleased with me today.

"Um, Max, could you back up a little? You're practically on top of me here," I say.

"Don't you want me on top of you?" he asks. "Don't you want me to touch you?" Without warning his hand is between my legs.

Oh shit. Someone please come and save me. Please.

"Mmm…do I make you hot?" he whispers in my ears.

Yeah, right. Not even if you held a blowtorch to me. I push at his chest, but with no results. He will not get off and his hand will not move. I think I'm gonna start crying soon.

"I can make you very happy," he says.

"Get the fuck off her!" Oh, thank you Michael, you came back to me!

Max turns and laughs. "She ain't yours." With that, he reaches his other hand up to my chest. "She's free for the taking. And I'm about to take her, right up against this here wall."

"If you don't get your fucking hands off of Liz right now, I'll make sure you'll never be able to take anyone, against any wall, ever!"

Oh, my hero. Threatening to hurt Max's manhood. What a way to save me.

Max slowly takes his hands off me and takes a step back. "Hey, man, chill," he says to Michael. "She's ok, see. I didn't damage the goods."

Oh no he didn't. I am not 'goods'. I'm a person, and I'm very pissed.

Michael took a menacing step closer to Max and said, "Get the hell out of here, now."

"Dude, chill. I warmed her up for you. Why are you so pissed?"

Michael punched Max all of a sudden, his fist connecting noisily with Max's jaw. Oh, that HAD to hurt. Too bad I don't care.

Max stumbled drunkenly, and then fell to the ground. Michael stared down at him and said, "If you ever talk to Liz like that or talk about Liz like that, or if you touch or, or even if you come hear her ever again, you will regret the day you were born."

Michael slowly puts his arm around me and leads me to the empty cafeteria. I'm starting to shake and before I realize it, I'm bawling like a baby. I cling desperately to Michael's shirt, trying to make some sense of what just happened.

"Shh…it's ok," he said, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. I cry in his arms, just happy he's there for me.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:22:27 PM
Part 9

Eventually I am able to stop crying and I look down in horror and embarrassment at Michael's shirt. It's all wet…and maybe even a little snotty. "I'm so sorry," I mumble, feeling like a complete ass.

"Hey, it's ok," he said. "You can use my teeshirt as a tissue any day."

Wow, I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. I blush and just stand there, kinda fidgeting with my hands.

"Did he hurt you?" Michael asks, raising my chin so that he can look into my eyes. Wow…I didn't really notice before how cool his eyes are. They're like this cool greenish-bluey color and they have these little specks that look silver.

"Uh, no," I say. "I'm just shaken up."

"I should kill him," Michael growls, a look of hate coming into his eyes. Wow…he seems to care about me a lot. Let's all start jumping up and down and screaming excitedly!

"No, Michael…you don't have to kill him," I say quickly. "You could fuck up his face a little more…but don't kill him."

Michael grins at me and pulls me into a hug. "Liz, would you be my girlfriend?" he whispers into my hair. Hmm…let me think about that…DUH!

"Of course!" I practically scream at him, pulling him a little closer. He leans down and lightly kisses the tip of my nose. Who ever knew that a kiss on the nose could get you so turned on?

I stand up on my toes and brush my lips against his, licking his silky bottom lip. His tongue swiftly meets mine…and this would be the part where all of you sitting in front of your computers leave so that me and Michael can have kinky, raunchy sex on a cafeteria table. Well…none of you are leaving! Pervs…geeze, you'd think Michael was some big TV show star or something…

He pushes me down onto one of the nearby tables and we continue to make out, him now crawling on top of me. (Oh, yes, it feels very good to have Michael Guerin on top of me, thanks for asking…)

Slowly he kisses my chin and along my jaw until he reaches my earlobe…where he starts to nip and nibble lightly. Oh, I'm feeling tingly all over. I moan as he licks his way down my neck. He kisses the sensitive hollow of my neck and one of his hands rests lightly on my hip.

Slowly, that hand travels up to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slightly until his large warm hand is resting on my stomach.

I have on a very low-collared top and slowly Michael kisses down to the hollow between my breasts. Wow, it is hot in here. Very very hot. Michael's mouth is hot…and silky…and mmm…yes, Michael…do that again!

"Oh, look at what we have here!" I hear Maria exclaim. I try not to groan out loud at her unbelievably bad timing.

Slowly Michael gets off me and helps me to stand and we both kind of shuffle our feet and lean against the table, unsure of what to say to Maria and Alex, who are standing there watching us.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says Alex (who, I should mention, is now wearing clothes). "Did we interrupt something? We just wanted some pizza. That is, if you two don't mind? I mean, this is a public cafeteria."

I don't know what to say. I'm so pissed that we were interrupted, yet I know that we deserve it for interrupting Maria and Alex. Eventually I realize that Maria and Alex are waiting for us to do something, so I grab Michael's hand and we walk out. I don't know what Maria and Alex were expecting us to do, but from the looks on their faces I guess they were expecting Michael to throw some punches at Alex or for me to bitch slap Maria. Tough luck babe. Not in the mood. Maybe later.

Michael and I amble around the building a bit, not seeing anyone else. Eventually we go back to the teacher's lounge and I look at the clock on the wall in surprise. I'd arrived at the school that morning at 10 and somehow it was already 7 in the evening. Where the heck did the day go?!

"Wow, it's later than I thought it was," I say and Michael nods his head in agreement.

"I'm tired," he says, plopping down on the couch. I'm guessing he's tired from all the beer he drank. I plop down next to him. We both decide, without speaking, to take a little nap there.

But that couch is NOT comfortable for two people to nap on. Finally I stand up and say, "I'm going to find somewhere else to sleep."

"I want to go with you," says Michael, instantly at my side. "I don't want you to be alone, where Max could get to you."

I nod my agreement, happy that he's going with me, and walk out into the hallway. Now…where would there be a more comfortable place to sleep?

We head towards the first floor, to try to find Kyle, so that we can get keys. Halfway there Michael stops and looks in one of the doors to the library.

"They have comfortable chairs in there, don't they?" he asks.

"Yeah!" I exclaim, getting a tad bit overexcited…it's not like we discovered gold. We continue on downstairs and walk around until we spot Isabel crouching in a doorway.

"Uh, hey, where's Kyle?" I ask, trying to figure out why the heck she's hiding there.

"I think he's still in the gym with Tess. I'm not sure though, I left him. I know Tess is my cousin and all, but damn that girl is annoying! I'm hiding from her, so don't stand here talking to me or you'll blow my cover!"

Ok…moving on…I lead Michael towards the gym and we slowly and quietly open one of the doors. The gym is dark except for a solitary light over the bleachers on the far side, where Tess is talked animatedly to Kyle, waving her hands and jumping around. I turn around and whisper to Michael, "We need to figure out a way to get Tess to leave everyone alone."

Michael nods his total agreement. "Yeah, but how?"

"I think we should stick her in a room all by herself and lock her in."

Michael smiles at me, a look of evil coming over his face that surprises and amuses me greatly. He's so hot when he's evil. He's so hot when he's angry. He's so hot.

We slowly walk up to the bleachers, motioning to Kyle to not say anything to Tess about us. Tess can't see us because her back is facing us. With the speed and agility of a cheetah (great analogy, ain't it?) Michael jumps and grabs Tess, covering her mouth with one hand to muffle her screams.

She starts wiggling around and beating on Michael. She's one tough little bitch. But with the help of me and Kyle, her actions are quickly subdued and she relents, knowing she can't get free now.

"Where are we taking her?" Kyle asks as we walk down the hall.

"I was thinking a janitor's closet," says Michael. We all share smiles and head for the nearest janitor's closet. We pass by Isabel again. She looks at us in shock and then she bursts out laughing and follows along, not wanting to miss out on the action.

Kyle takes out his keys and opens the door. We push Tess in and lock the door behind her. She immediately begins pounding on the door, screaming loudly for us to let her out. Hmmm…maybe in the morning princess. Try to get some beauty sleep…you sure need it…

"There's probably a flashlight in there somewhere!" Kyle yells to Tess and then we all walk away laughing.

Finally we calm down and Isabel asks, "Will she be able to breathe in there all night?"

"Definitely," says Kyle. "The bottom of the door is about two inches from the floor, a lot of air can circulate in there."

"Kyle, can you get us keys to the library?" I ask.

"Sure," he says. He runs ahead of us to the office, uses his key to get in, and then comes out with a huge ring of keys.

We all head for the library and Kyle lets us in, flicking on the lights as well. Kyle and Isabel immediately head for the back rows of books, probably to make out. Not that Michael and I mind. This is a fairly large library and there is practically no chance of running into them in the rows of books if we stay on this side of the room.

I lead him to my favorite group of chairs, near the science fiction/horror books (my unhealthy obsession with Stephen King books has led me here many times) and I plop down in the biggest, most comfortable one.

Michael eyes the other chairs and then sits half next to me, half on me in my chair. We reassemble ourselves a bit so that I'm the one sitting on his lap and then without warning I swoop in to kiss him.

Within no more than thirty seconds I can feel that Michael's lower anatomy is responding to my kisses and to me being on his lap. Because of the need to find a position in which Michael isn't poking me, I turn and swing my leg over his, straddling him. He pulls me closer and his hands travel slowly up my shirt.

We seem to have completely forgotten that Isabel and Kyle are most likely still here in the library as well, and Michael raises my arms above my head and removes my shirt. But this time I'm not cold. No…I'm not cold at all.

"Liz?" he whispers. "What do you want?"

"I want this…" I whisper back. "I know we just met today and that some people would say we're moving too fast, but I want this. I want you." As soon as those last three words are out of my mouth his eyes glaze over with lust and a sort of primal need for sex. My eyes probably look the same way.

Michael leans towards me and kisses me again, slipping his hands up to the clasp of my bra. He slowly peels it away from me and I know now that there is no turning back.

I'm going to lose my virginity to Michael Guerin in our high school library during a blizzard.

Another 'first' for the day.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:23:41 PM
Part 10

Michael stares at my chest, seemingly entranced. Embarrassed, I try to cross my arms, but Michael stops me and gently pushes my arms down to my sides. "Don't be shy," he says. "You're beautiful."

I blush and look away, towards a stack of books to the left. I have no idea what to say now, what to do. I jump in surprise as I feel something warm and wet cover one of my nipples. As I realize what it is I arch my back and moan, loving the feeling of Michael's mouth covering my petite breast. His right hand comes up to the other to cup it gently. He moves his mouth back and forth between the two, peppering light kisses on me, whipping his tongue out every time he reaches a nipple.

Slowly he kisses back up to my mouth and I'm so aroused it's not even funny. I'm ready to fuck anything that moves.

I find the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head quickly. I take in the sight of his nicely-toned stomach and chest. He's muscular without being overly-buff. I run my hands down his chest, over his stomach, enjoying the feel of his six-pack beneath my trembling fingers.

My hand stops just above the button to his jeans. I try to control my hands, to make them stop trembling, but I can't. I try to undo the button and lower the zipper on his pants, but my hands are skittish and don't really want to do anything I want them to. Stupid hands!

Michael's hands clasp mine and he looks me in the eyes. Ah…his eyes again. I love his eyes. "Liz? Are you nervous?"

"A…a little," I say, deciding it's best to be honest with him.

He gives me a little smile and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready," he says. "I…I really want my first time to be with you. But I want it to be for both of us to enjoy. Don't feel as if you have some sort of obligation to do this. You don't."

"No, Michael…I do want this. God…do I want this! It's just…well, it IS my first time. What if…I do something wrong? Or what if you don't think I'm any good?" I hang my head and avert my eyes from his unwavering gaze.

"Liz," he whispers. "Look at me." I slowly raise my head to look at him and I'm completely shocked, amazed, and excited by the amount of…lust (love?)…I see in his eyes. "I can tell you right now that you won't do anything wrong. And I definitely think it'll be good. And remember that this is my first time too."

I slowly nod my head and he smiles at me reassuringly and leans in to kiss me. Almost immediately I begin to feel warm and tingly all over again. My hands are able to unbutton and unzip his pants this time. Michael lifts up his butt a little and I get off his lap to more easily pull down his jeans. He looks so sexy sitting there with nothing but his boxers on, with a very obviously large erection straining at the front of them, tenting them up.

I guess I've been staring at his boxer-clad erection for quite awhile, because he chuckles and says, "If you're that interested, you can take my boxers off now too."
I blush and kind of motion to him that he can do that while I lower my own jeans and my black thong. (Lucky for me that this morning I decided to wear my sexiest underwear!)

Michael pulls me back onto his lap and I can feel (and see) his cock rubbing against my lower stomach. His tongue plunges into my mouth, his hands winding into my hair. I kiss him back, feverishly, all thoughts of anyone else seeing us flying out of my mind completely.

Michael's hands slowly travel down my back until they rest on my hips. As he leaves kisses down my jaw and neck, one of his hands dips between us…and touches me. Like…TOUCHES ME. Slowly one of his fingers finds my hot center and plunges in. I moan loudly and without realizing it, I'm bucking my hips against his hand.

He adds another finger, moving them in and out of me slightly faster. But it's not enough. I need more. I push at his hand with mine. "Faster," I breathe into his ear. He adds a third finger and increases the pace again. I'm fucking his fingers as hard as I can when all of a sudden they aren't there any more. I open my eyes in surprise and then Michael flips me over so that I am lying back in the chair, my legs spread. He kneels on the floor in front of me, his head between my legs.

I know what he's going to do and so I weave my fingers into his hair and gently push his head closer to me. "Please Michael," I beg. "Finish what you started."

Tentatively he strokes my wet folds with the full length of his tongue and I shudder. His tongue reaches my sensitive nub, circling it erotically. He slids his tongue back down, to my entrance.

He plunges his tongue in and I can tell I'm going to come very soon. As Michael makes love to me with his magical mouth, his hand reaches up and he circles his thumb around my clit, sending me over the edge. It seems to last forever, and I when I come back to some semblance of reality, I realize that Michael's head is still between my legs, lapping up all of my juices.

As he finishes he slowly kisses up my stomach, stopping at my breasts to kiss and nip at them and then he lightly kisses me. I can lightly taste myself on his lips.

Normally I'd think that would be totally gross, but when it's coming from his lips and mouth it's just erotic and wonderful.

Still kissing we both slip to the floor, him on top of me, supporting most of his weight with his arms. I can feel his monster cock rubbing up against my wetness every time we move even a little.

"Michael," I gasp out. "I want you to take me now."

He positions himself between my legs and I open them wider to give him fuller access. He thrusts in quickly and I'm amazed at how little pain there is. What amazes me even more is the feel of Michael inside of me. As I realize exactly what's happening, a few stray tears stream down my face.

Michael, still buried most of the way within me, looks down at me in shock. "Oh god, Liz! Did I hurt you?!"

I shake my head and take a deep breath. "No, Michael. You didn't hurt me. I just…I just realized that I…I think I'm falling in love with you."

Michael's eyes seem to melt and he leans down to whisper in my ear, "I KNOW I've fallen in love with you."

He kisses my cheek and then slowly pulls out most of the way and thrusts back into me. He starts slow, but quickly he is thrusting at a feverish pace. I meet him thrust for thrust, raising my hips to meet his. I began to shudder and with one final thrust I am thrown over the edge, Michael just a millisecond after me. It seems to last forever, this newfound ecstasy.

Michael flips us over and reachs over to grab his teeshirt, which he drapes over my back, covering me, who is covering him. We fall asleep that night in the library, together…Michael still within me, and the snow still falling.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:24:45 PM
Part 11

Ok. Wake up, Liz. That's it, open your eyes. You can do it!

Oh shit. Close your eyes. Pretend you're still asleep. You didn't see them, they didn't see you.

They start giggling and I groan, accidentally alerting them that I am in fact awake. Oh well, it was fun to live in denial land, if only for a few seconds.

"Hey," I say, trying to act like nothing happened. Hee hee hee, I bet you're wondering who I'm talking about. You get one guess. I mean, it can't be that hard to guess who would be lurking in the library, giggling at unsuspecting naked people.

It's Alex and Maria! Come on people, give them a round of applause for destroying my dream…which is to have a repeat of last night's activities with Michael.

"Hello," says Maria, trying not to laugh too much. And then I fully realize what Maria and Alex are seeing. I am still lying on top of Michael. And he is still within me. And the teeshirt that Michael had pulled across me, to mainly cover my ass, is almost, but not quite, slipped completely to the floor. Wow, this is almost as bad as it would be if, say, my mother or father caught me in this compromising situation. Almost. And you know what they say…almost doesn't count. I need to toughen up and act like this is the most natural thing in the world.

Michael shifts around below me and opens his eyes. He smiles and tries to pull me down for a kiss. I resist and whisper in his ear, "Michael, we have an audience."

"Oh my god!" he yells as he spots Alex and Maria, who are now sitting on the floor, clutching each other so they don't topple over, laughing so hard they're crying. Alex and Maria turn around and grace us with a few moments to get dressed.

Michael grabs my hand and drags me through the library, sending death glares at Alex and Maria. We go out into the hallway and just stand there, not making eye contact. I don't know about Michael, but I for one have no idea what to say now. I mean, should I say, "Thanks. You were great," or should I say, "Let's do it again sometime." What do you say to the person you just lost your virginity to in a high-school library?

Oh god. That was NOTHING like the way I'd always envisioned losing my virginity. I'd always told myself that it would be romantic and would be ON MY WEDDING NIGHT! And yet…it had been perfect and I knew instinctively that last night would always be remembered, not just because it was my first time, but because it was with Michael. And it had been romantic, in its own odd way…he'd said he was in love with me.

Holy flying pigs! We didn't use protection! Oh shit! Oh crap! Fuck a duck! (But not without protection, damn it!)

And as I'm thinking about all of this, we're still standing in the empty hall, not making eye contact. Finally, I clear my throat and we look at each other.

"M-Michael," I say slowly. But I can't continue. I just don't know what to say.

"Liz…" he says, kind of shuffling his feet. He looks so sweet and innocent. HA! We all know that's not true…any more…

"Michael, um, there's not really anything we can do about it now, but, uh, did you realize that last night, we didn't, um, use protection?"

His eyes open wide and he slumps against the wall. "Oh, shit," I hear him mumble. He looks up at me and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes. "Liz, I, oh god. I'm sorry. I just, well, I wasn't thinking. Geeze."

"Michael, I very highly doubt I'm pregnant. And I don't think I have to worry about getting a sexually transmitted disease…right?"

"Oh, yeah, uh, I'm clean," he says.

Ok, this is a very serious conversation, but I just can't help from giggling. The way he said, 'I'm clean' was just so funny.

"Good," I say. "So am I." Ok, who sound like an idiot now? "Um, I need to pee," I say sheepishly.

Michael smiles and nods and we walk towards the nearest bathroom. I go into a stall quickly and go about my business, Michael goes into a stall a few down from me. (We once again have chosen a women's bathroom, as if that matters too much.)

We wash our hands in silence. I splash some water on my face and dry off using those wanna-be paper towels that are so common in high-schools. They aren't even like paper towels, they're rough and stiff, like thinly sliced cardboard. At least the school has real toilet paper…can you imagine if it was like the paper towels? All rough and scratchy…I can guarantee that no one would use the bathroom unless it was a total emergency. Oh jeeze. Someone go to the thrift shop and buy me a life. I don't care what it's like, just make sure I don't keep spacing out and thinking about toilet paper.

Wait! No! This whole toilet paper thing has caused me to have an epiphany. We can toilet-paper the school! What American teenager doesn't like to cover everything in sight with the fluffy soft, smooth as a baby's bottom, whiteness of Charmin' toilet paper?

I smile mischievously at Michael and step into one of the stalls. I remove the two rolls of toilet paper on the bar and say, "This, Michael, will be the first fun thing we do today."

He gets the hint and he grins, helping me to grab more rolls. "So, we'll be doing other fun things today?" he asks.

"Oh yes," I say. "Very fun."

Ok, I'll admit that could be considered a very suggestive comment, but hey…maybe I wanted to suggest something suggestive. I make no sense.

And so here we are, walking down the hall, holding as many toilet paper rolls as is humanly possible. Michael is even trying to balance one on his nose. Hee hee hee. Funny. Toilet paper on nose. Hee hee hee.

I'm easily amused.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" I hear someone yell from behind us. I turn around and groan loudly. It's Tess. How the heck did that bimbo get out of the janitor's closet? I mean, she really isn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Why do you care?" I ask.

She makes a weird face at me and then says, "You and Michael are gonna get it for locking me in that closet."

"Kyle and Isabel helped," Michael pointed out.

"They've been dealt with already," she says menacingly. "And you two are going to get it next."

"Oh no!" yells Michael in mock terror. He drops all the toilet paper he is holding and crouches behind me. "Save me, Liz! Tess said we're gonna get it!"

I just have to giggle again. He's so adorable when he's mocking Tess.

"I'm serious," she insists.

"There's nothing you can do to us," I say, helping Michael to pick up his rolls of toilet paper. I lean closer to Michael and whisper, "Let's toilet-paper her!"

He chuckles and then says loudly, "We're gonna get YOU, Tess!" We rush at her, but I guess she has bad reflexes or something, because she just stands there in shock. Michael holds one end of the toilet paper while I run around her over and over to wrap her up tightly.

Finally, I finish the roll and that's when I notice that Michael is smooshed up against Tess. Ok. What the heck?!

"Liz. You wrapped me up, too!" Michael says, trying to sound angry, but he keeps smiling. Gee. So glad he finds this amusing, cause I don't. Tess is as close to Michael as is possible without…well…you know.

I rip the toilet paper a bit so that Michael can escape and then I quickly wrap Tess up again, minus Michael this time.

You'd be surprised at how strong toilet paper is when you wrap it around someone so many times. Of course, it doesn't hurt that this is two-ply toilet paper.

Hee hee hee. I've even strategically placed some of the toilet paper around Tess's mouth so she can't really talk, only mumble a lot. Michael and I finish wrapping her up and drag her down the hall.

"To the closet again?" asks Michael.

"Not yet," I say. "I have another plan. We're going to the chemistry lab."

Michael gives me this really confused look but follows my directions as I navigate us towards the lab. We finally reach it and I'm happy to see the door open. In fact, the doors to all the classrooms we've passed are open. Kyle must have done that. How thoughtful!

We dump Tess on the floor and she tries to wiggle away, but soon gives up. I flick on the lights and motion for Michael to take a seat on the stool at the nearest lab table.

He looks around in interest as I rush around the room, grabbing as many chemicals as I can. I arrange them on the table before us and grab a bunsen burner, some beakers, test tubes, and those funky little glass sticks you use for stirring and stuff.

"What exactly are you doing?" asks Michael.

"Creating something that'll put Tess to sleep," I reply, lighting the bunsen burner.

"You're going to kill her?!" he screeches at me.

"No," I giggle. "I mean, literally, it'll put her to sleep. She'll probably sleep for at least 15 hours." As soon as I finish saying this, Tess starts to scream and mumble louder through all the toilet paper.

"Oh, don't worry princess!" I yell over to her. "Just think of it as some extra, and much needed, beauty sleep!"

I start mixing chemicals, heating some, not heating others.

"What exactly are you putting in there?" asks Michael.

I look him straight in the eye, and say as solemnly as I can, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Wow. Fun. I always wanted to say that!

After another half an hour of mixing, (and one slight mishap where I almost blew up the entire school) my magical sleeping potion is ready. Mwuah ha ha ha ha. I feel like a mad scientist…I'll create a Frankentess!

Michael helps Tess into a sitting position and lowers the toilet paper from around her mouth. Immediately Tess starts screaming. Yeah. As if anyone's actually going to help you, Tessie-wessie! Oh, and look, by screaming and opening her mouth so wide, she's making it very easy for me to be able to just dump the potion right in…

And that's exactly what I do. Tess is so surprised by this sudden action that she gulps down the potion instead of spitting it out. (See…what they say is true…the hussies of the world really do swallow EVERY time!)

And I guess I made the potion more potent than I meant to because within about five seconds Tess is out like a light.

Michael and I start laughing gleefully, like children who've found their Christmas presents early. Yep. Today is certainly turning out to be fun!
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:25:48 PM
Part 12

Michael and I finally stop giggling and go out into the hallway. I look back and see Tess just lying on the floor, wrapped up in Charmin’ toilet paper. She looks so innocent and peaceful.


Ok, enough of looking at her. I kick the door shut and at Michael’s questioning look I say, “What? You think I want to look at her more than is needed? That’s not on my to-do list for today.”

Michael smirks and pulls me into his arms, resting his hands on my hips. “What is on your to-do list for today?”

I smile up at him angelically as I grind my hips into his. He gasps sharply but doesn’t pull away.

Good boy.

“What do you think?” I ask.

Without warning, his lips crash down to meet mine.

Oh, very good boy! You get a pat on the head and a treat later on, if you catch my drift.

Michael’s tongue plunders my mouth savagely and…wow…need air, no…no I don’t…shit lungs on fire…no…no…ahhh got to breathe…

Finally, and oh so darn reluctantly, I pull my swollen lips away from his.

“Liz,” he says in this gruff, husky voice that sends shivers of pleasure and anticipation through my body.

“I know,” I say, not letting him finish. I know what he was about to suggest, what with his ever growing erection poking me in the stomach. “I want to, too. But we should get some condoms. And maybe eat a little breakfast…we need energy.”

Heh, I just couldn’t help adding that last comment. But hey, it’s true!

“All right,” he agrees, stepping away from me.

I look down and can’t help but giggle a bit. Michael’s pants look VERY constricting right now.

He notices my gaze and says, “I should be okay in a little while.”

“That’s not going to go away any time soon,” I say. “And you can’t exactly walk around school with your dick leading the way.”

“But Liz, we can’t do anything without protection, like you said.”

“Yes, we can,” I say simply, grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway. “There are other ways to pleasure each other without intercourse. In fact, you demonstrated some of those ways last night. With your fingers. And your mouth.”

Michael finally catches on to what I’m trying to say and he stops walking, spinning me around to face him. “Liz, are you suggesting-”

“Yes, I am. Now let’s go, before you pop out of your pants!”

“Liz, are you sure?”

“Yes, Michael! Geeze, you sure don’t act like a guy who’s about to get a handjob. Or a blowjob. Or both.”

Michael is still for almost a second and then he’s dragging me down the hall towards the teachers’ lounge. No one else is in there, so we go in and lock the door (but only after I find a rubber band and hang it on the doorknob as a sign to the others not to come in).

As soon as the door is locked, we just stand there, looking at each other. We both kind of do this shuffling thing, from one foot to the other until finally Michael does something.

He gets naked.

Oh gosh, am I drooling?

I remember back to our game of truth or dare yesterday. He’d said he was eight inches long.

Ain’t that the truth.

And don’t even get me started on his girth! I mean, the circumference of that thing is…

Wait a minute! Why am I telling you this? You’re just a bunch of smut-loving people sitting in front of your computers, reading my personal thoughts. Like you all really need to know about Michael’s body…

“Liz?” he asks.

“Yeah?” is my reply, as I’m snapped out of my thoughts.

“You spaced out for a second.”

Darn. I have to stop doing that!

“Oh, sorry.” I say as I walk over to him, “Why don’t you sit down?”

He sits down on one of the couches, his cock standing proudly. Under my intense scrutiny I see it twitching and then his hand is around it, stroking it.

“No!” I say, rushing at him. I drop to my knees between his spread legs, pushing his hands down to his sides. I look up into his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything. Just sit back and…let me.”

He smiles at me in this lust-filled way that makes me want to forget that we need protection and jump right on him.

Darn it. I wish we had a condom. Even a bit of cling wrap could suffice for awhile. Not like it would actually do any protecting, but hey, it’s kind of a kinky idea.

I reach out and slowly graze my fingers along the length of him. A bit more sure of myself, I grasp his cock in my hand, applying a bit of pressure and moving my hand up and down slowly.

“Shit,” I hear him mumble.

I must be doing something right. I reach out my other hand and gently cup his balls, massaging them as I continue my up and down motion with my other hand.

I continue to add more pressure, stroking fast, then very slow, then faster, teasing him.

I notice a drop of pre-cum on the tip of his penis. Glistening. I lick my lips.

I slowly lean forward and swiftly lick the drop from him. Not too bad. Sweet, but kind of salty.

Michael places his hands on my head, holding back my hair and pushing my head down to his lap.

I take the tip of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.

“God Liz,” he moans loudly.

I love the way he says my name.

That is my encouragement to take more of him into my mouth, as much of him as I can. I don’t know what else to do next except begin to suck. I kind of do this swirly thing with my tongue and I raise and lower my head in the movements I believe are entailed in giving good head.

Hey, I’ve never done this before.

Very soon not only am I sucking away like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, but Michael is also pumping away, his hips rising erratically to meet my mouth.

I try my best to loosen the muscles in my throat so I can take even more of him in. I think he’s very appreciative of that.

You know, I used to think only whores would be willing to do something like this. Yet, I had suggested doing it because I wanted to return the favor he so wonderfully bestowed on me last night. I also knew we didn’t have protection. And now…I really like doing this to him.

Hey, don’t look at me like that. This is Michael Guerin we’re talking about!

I continued to suck on his cock, swirling my tongue around, massaging his balls. He continues to pump wildly.

And very suddenly I can feel him tensing up and I can feel him trying to pull my head away.

“Liz, I’m gonna-”

Yeah, so? I want to taste him. All of him. And so I keep going, faster. And then he’s coming.

I swallow quickly. (Ok, now that I’ve actually swallowed, I think I have to take back my comment I made about Tess earlier. Unless I want to classify myself as a hussy.) It’s a wonderful feeling knowing that I caused Michael to have an orgasm – to feel that much pleasure. It gives you a very powerful feeling.

After he’s done ‘spurting’, he withdraws from my mouth. He roughly, but also gently, pulls me onto his lap and just holds me. I feel so safe and warm in his arms, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth.

“I love you,” I say for the second time ever.

“I love you too,” he says. For a moment we are completely still, then I realize he has tears in his eyes.
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:27:55 PM
Part 13

I stare at Michael in shock. He’s crying. Why is he crying?

“Michael, what’s wrong?” I ask, gently moving a strand of hair out of his face.

“Nothing,” he says simply. “Absolutely nothing. For once in my life, absolutely nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is RIGHT.” And then he pulls me closer for a big bear hug.

Aw. Can you feel the love? I can feel the love. I love the love.

Damn, I sound wacky. Anyway, Michael and I are hugging like there’s no tomorrow, like it’s the end of the world. Which reminds me…just how much has it snowed? Has it stopped yet? Are we still stuck here, in the school?

After all, this is a four day weekend type thing -- we should be out enjoying our days off school.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed all the time I’ve spent with Michael. Some moments more than others, if you catch my drift. Insert sexy wink here.

But come on…we’re in our school! I can think of numerous more exciting places for us to be either snowed in or just hanging out.

Preferably a place with beds. A big bed. A bed with silk sheets and tons of pillows. Beds are fun. Fun things happen in beds. I love beds. Oh! Mental picture…Michael in a bed. Naked on silk sheets. Doing naughty things to me, and…

Damn it! I have to stop thinking like this…at least until we can find some condoms somewhere.

Hmm…I wonder if we could find some glow-in-the-dark ones! Or fruit-flavored condoms! Mmmm…banana…


“I wasn’t thinking about glow-in-the-dark banana-flavored penises on silk sheets!” I blurt out.

Michael and I stare at each other in shock for a few seconds before he bursts out laughing. I clap my hands over my mouth, all too late, in an attempt to push my words back in.

Oh god. I did NOT just say that. I didn’t. I didn’t. Please let it be that I did not just say that!

Michael continues to laugh and I sigh, watching my hopes of having not said that crash and burn before me. Drat. Me and my stupid mouth. Why does it always have to spew out my thoughts at the wrong times? Sometimes I can't control my thoughts at all! Then again if these particular thoughts were going to take over me I don't think I'd mind.

Oh, that’s right. Now I remember. It’s cause I’m Liz Parker, the girl all the gods hate. What, you think I would lie? Moi? Seriously, the gods hate me. I think it’s cause I don’t go to church. Some people are so touchy.

Michael’s laughter calms down to snickers and even a few snorts (which I’m sure I’ll be able to use mercilessly against him later). He snickers one last time and then says, “Well, if you aren’t thinking about that, then we should go get some breakfast.”

I agree and climb off of his lap to allow him to get dressed, while I sit here and watch. And stare. And drool. Ah, hunk of Michael…yum…

I snap myself out of my daze this time, which saves me from more embarrassment and we head for the school kitchens. Oh, don’t worry. We won’t eat the actual cafeteria food, we’ll just grab some of those cute little cereal boxes they have. You know what I mean - the nifty little boxes that contain exactly one serving of cereal!

I show Michael the selection of cereal and we pick out what we want. I choose Honeycomb (me want honeycomb!) and he chooses Rice Krispies (snap, crackle, pop!). We grab a jug of milk and head for the cafeteria, where Isabel and Kyle are eating their breakfast, smiling shyly across the table at each other. Aww…I see another couple in the making!

Isabel snaps herself out of her Kyle-induced daze as she sees me and Michael entering the cafeteria. A smile spreads across her face. “Good morning,” she chirps. We all set about eating our breakfast, but neither Kyle or Isabel mentions hearing any, um, noises in the library last night, so I guess they either have no idea what we did, or they just won’t bring it up.

Isabel looks around and says, “Where’s everyone else?”

Michael and I share a smirk and then I say, “Well, Maria and Alex are probably too busy laughing to join us for breakfast. And Tess, well…she’s kind of tied up and knocked out cold.”

Kyle raises his eyebrows questioningly. Michael and I explain what we did to Tess, causing Isabel to laugh so hard she chokes on her cereal and Kyle has to perform the Heimliech maneuver on her.

When we’re finally all ok and calmed down again Isabel asks, “Well, then, where is my lug-headed brother?”

No one knows. Plus I really think I couldn’t care less. In fact, I hope he wandered out in the snow and got lost or stuck in a snowbank or something. I hope he has frostbite and he’s crying and begging for his mommy. I hope he’s slowly turning into a Maxicle. A not-so-fun frozen treat.

Heeheehee…my thoughts are entertaining. And no, I’m not morbid. Not at all. What gave you such an idea? Me, morbid? Ha! More like sadistic and twisted…

“Who cares where Max is?” Michael spits out angrily. Kyle and Isabel look at Michael in confusion, but I can tell he’s too upset by the mention of Max to answer, so I do it for him.

“Michael and I aren’t exactly fans of Max right now. He made a really creepy pass at me yesterday after Tess dragged you two off to listen to her drone on and on about herself."

We make small talk for the remainder of our petty breakfast and then Kyle and Isabel go off in search of Maria and Alex, leaving Michael and I alone once again.

“Let’s go see how much it’s snowed,” suggests Michael, tugging me to my feet. I’m feeling lazy, so I plop down on the table, look up at Michael with my classic damsel-in-distress expression and say (a bit melodramatically), “Michael, I don’t think I can make it all the way to the front doors. Do you suppose you could carry me?”



“You can walk.”

“And you are a big strong macho man.”

He sighs and instead of offering me a piggy-back ride like I was expecting, he picks me up and throws me over his right shoulder. Hmmm…this is interesting. And not comfortable. His shoulder is digging into my stomach.

I may as well make use of this. He hasn’t started going anywhere so I smack him on the butt, which is practically in my face, and say, “Yo! Get moving horse boy! Giddyup!” I give him a few more smacks, more to satisfy my obsession with his ass than to egg him on.

He just laughs and starts walking, occasionally reaching up with his left hand to spank me. Wow, I hope we don’t run into anyone in the hall, cause we are totally beyond playful spanking now and moving on to serious foreplay…

We reach the front doors and I’m a bit disappointed when he lowers me to the ground. Drat. I had the perfect view of his rear end.

It’s like this finely sculpted piece of art. It’s like…the ass of Adonis. I’m not even kidding. I’m contemplating finding a camera and taking a picture of it to get blown up to poster size so I can tape it up over my bed and fall asleep every night staring at the most glorious thing in the world.

But back to the present reality.

It’s snowed about…a lot. A LOT. And it’s STILL snowing. Oh the humanity! When will it end? When?! Heh, kidding. Even if we tried to force the doors open against the mountain of snow in an escape attempt, there’s the fact that the doors are very visibly frozen shut. Cool. More time in the school. Sigh.

Michael turns back to me and asks, “So, whatcha wanna do?”

“Michael, you KNOW what I wanna do.”

He grins cockily and says, “I always did suspect I’d be a great lover.”

Heh, he’s so modest, ain’t he?

“Michael, as much as we’d both like to reverify that fact, we need to find condoms. You know, those little pieces of latex. A rubber for your nubber, if you will.”

A rubber for your nubber? How did THAT come out of my mouth? I must be hanging out with my friend Kat too much…her and her odd poems…

Michael grins. “Ok,” he says. “We just have to find Alex and Maria.”
Hold the friggin train! Alex and Maria?

“Alex and Maria? As in, perverted psychopaths who do it in a bathroom stall and sit in the library spying on poor innocent naked people?”



Michael grins at me and we head for the last place we saw the ‘perverted psychopaths’. The library. Ahhhh...the library.

I am never going to look at a book quite the same.

We enter the library and immediately spot Max. Great. Just friggin great. At least Michael is here this time.

Michael glares menacingly at Max and pulls me closer. By Michael’s facial expression, I imagine he’s thinking something like, ‘Don’t come closer, scum bag. Liz is mine. Mine! Me dominate male. Me alpha male. Woof.’

Ok, so not exactly like that, but you get the idea, don’t you?

Max just smirks at Michael and winks at me. Eew. Gosh, everytime he looks at me he makes me feel dirty. I just know he’s undressing me with his eyes.

We finally walk past Max and can no longer see him, but lo and behold! Thar is an Alex ahead! Lower the anchor, matey!

Ok, no more pirate movies for me. Except for the Muppets version of Treasure Island. Heh, yeah, I need to grow up…

“Alex, man, can we talk to you?” asks Michael. Alex nods and walks over to us, and to my surprise, he isn’t laughing! Wow, maybe he feels bad for spying on us. It’s about darn time!

Michael leans in closer to Alex and whispers in his ear. “Um, do you…do you happen to have any, um…like…latex…um, you know…those things…that…”

I can tell Michael is having a wee bit of a problem asking Alex for condoms, so of course I feel obliged to help him out.

“Alex, Michael is wondering if you or Maria would happen to have a spare rubber for Michael’s nubber. You know…something that can cling to his thing.”

Alex chokes back a laugh while Michael flops into a nearby chair, covering his face in embarrassment.

Hey, I never said my ‘help’ would be good help. Hey, I still got the message across!

Alex digs in his back pocket for his wallet. He's eyeing us suspiciously and then I catch a glimpse of what’s in his wallet and burst out laughing. There is nothing in there EXCEPT for condoms! I’m trying not to burst out laughing, but it’s really funny. He’s probably shoved a couple boxes worth of them into his wallet. He takes out a handful and gives them to me.

I really do start laughing when I realize that these are fruit-flavored, and the one on top, staring me in the face, is banana! Mmm...

“Thanks,” I tell Alex. I motion for Michael to get up and follow me and we walk back out into the hallway, Michael still blushing and me holding fruit-flavored condoms. I give them to Michael, who haphazardly shoves them into his pockets.

Suddenly we are plunged into darkness.

Oh. Shit.

The power went out.

Too bad none of those condoms are glow-in-the-dark.

Oh well.

So, who’s up for some fun in the dark?
posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:30:25 PM
Part 14

“Tag, you’re it!” I yell excitedly, lightly hitting Michael on the arm before running blindly past him down the hallway.

“What?! Liz, it’s dark! We can’t play tag!” he yells, even as he’s chasing after me. I giggle and then fall silent, making a U-turn in the hallway and walking slowly past him, making sure he can’t hear me.

“Oh Michael!” I call back to him after I’ve walked far enough away from him. I can hear him stopping and in my mind I can just see him standing there, trying to figure out if he’s only imagining my voice coming from behind him.

Are you hearing voices, Mikey? What a shame. We all thought you were normal.

“Liz, where are you?” he asks.

My giggle is the only clue I’m going to give him. This is turning more and more into hide and go seek rather than tag. I decide to try and find a classroom to duck into. Not that Michael’s going to like the fact that I’m actually making a point to hide now. Oh well. I want to.

Hey…I just thought of something. What if Michael decides I have to be punished? Oh…fun…

Yup, I’m definitely going to hide!

I find my way to a wall and skim my hands lightly along it until I come to a doorway. The door is already open, so I won’t have to make a lot of noise opening it. I creep inside, trying to stay near the wall, but eventually I am stopped by…something. On the floor.

I lean down closer to the obstacle in my path, but still I can’t see it. It really is pitch black in here right now. I reach out my hand and feel…a face.

Oh god. I just touched a body!


Yeah, this is me, screaming as loudly as I can.


“LIZ!” I hear Michael yelling. Then I hear some thuds and banging. He’s probably either running into walls trying to find me, or he fell flat on his cute tight manly tushy that…

Stop it Liz! Now is not the time to have naughty thoughts about Michael’s butt…you just found a body! And touched it!

Eew. I need to wash my hands.

“Liz! Where are you?” he yells, much closer this time.

“In here!” I call back. “I’m in a classroom. There’s-there’s a body in here!”

“What?” asks Michael in fear and disbelief.

Finally Michael stumbles his way in and I stay where I am until he finds me, and then he crushes me into his arms. I start to cry. Sorry, I can’t help it! I JUST TOUCHED A DEAD BODY!

You’d cry too. You would.

“Where is it?” Michael asks me when I’ve started to calm down again.

“Down there on the floor, to our right.”

He lets me out of his embrace and then leans down. After a few seconds I hear him snort.

He snorted. Like…like a pig or something. Why did Michael snort? Did he touch the body and now he’s trying not to scream?

He snorts again and then…

He laughs.

He can’t seem to stop. His laughter just keeps building and building until it’s practically deafening.

“Michael! What the hell is so funny? That’s a DEAD BODY!” I screech, shivering involuntarily.

“No, it’s not,” he manages to say between guffaws. “It’s Tess.”


Oh. Yeah. Of course. I knew that. Just testing you.

Surpise! You passed.

Michael, still chuckling, pulls me into his arms and says, “It’s only Tess, Liz. Not a dead body.”

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, ashamed of myself. I’m so relieved that it’s dark and he can’t see me, cause I’m sure I’m blushing a lot.

Michael slowly leads me out of the classroom and into the hallway. We sit down on the floor against the wall. I’m still in Michael’s arms and at the same moment we realize that I’m shivering badly.

“Are you cold?” Michael asks in concern.

“A-a-a l-l-little,” I stutter out.

Michael pulls me farther into his embrace until I feel like I’m drowning in a pool of Michael.

Don’t get me wrong. I like to drown in pools of Michael. Much more enjoyable than drowning in pools of over-chlorinated water.

I still don’t stop shivering, so Michael turns to a different tactic. To kiss me senseless.

Slowly I feel his lips brush mine. Another shiver races through me, but this one is definitely not caused by the chill in the air. In fact, now that Michael is kissing me…I’m getting quite warm.

Michael is like my personal hand-warmer. No…a body-warmer. He can warm me up any time he wants to, any way he wants to…hee hee hee.

Michael’s lips press more fully onto mine and he slowly trails his tongue over my bottom lip, which feels very nice, thank you very much.

Our kisses soon turn much more playful, like a game. The Amazing Who Can Dominate The Kiss Game. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. Michael won round one, but now Liz seems to be pulling into the lead. Look at that tongue work! Oh! The playful lip nibble! Michael groaned! Congratulations Liz, you win!

“What?” Michael asks, raising his eyebrows quizzically.

Oops. I think I yelled out loud. What did I yell? Do I want to know? Probably not. At least I don’t think it’s as bad as the whole banana-flavored penises on silk sheets thing. Wow, was that embarrassing or what?

So…anyway…onto bigger and better things.

Like the oh so evident bulge in Michael’s pants. I giggle and graze my fingers over it, waiting to see what Michael will do.

“Shit,” he hisses, but doesn’t tell me to stop. A-ok commander, we are cleared for take off! Grab a weapon and fire!

Well, in that case…

I slowly unzip Michael’s jeans and lower them, along with his boxers, and tug them off his legs and throw them to the side. I grab his ‘weapon’ and start stroking, first slow, and then a bit faster. When I feel that he has started to pump his hips upward into my hand, I lower my head and lick him from base to tip.

Ah. The addicting taste of Michael.

Before I can even take him fully into my mouth, he’s coming, thrusting his hips upward frantically. “Liz!” he screams. “Yes!”

Do you have any idea how nice it is to hear him screaming my name in ecstasy? Well, let me tell you…it’s nice. And it’s quite a turn on.

Quite a turn on.

I mean, I am turned on.

I’ll shut up about that now.

Michael’s orgasm passes and I of course lick him clean. Just as I finish, Michael gently but quickly flips me onto my back and helps me to remove my clothing.

Clothing. Who invented this crap? I mean, sure, it keeps you warm sometimes, and keeps you covered from the eyes of people whom you don’t want to see you. But when you just want to do Michael the way I do right now…clothing is nothing but a big bother.

Finally I am in a state of undress…and Michael is kissing and licking my undressed parts.

Mmm…this is nice…this is OH MY GOD!!! Michael’s head is nestled between my legs and he’s lapping at me with that wonderful tongue of his like he can’t get enough.

And then his tongue is plunging in and out of my hot little hole…my back archs high off the floor and I literally scream as an orgasm roars through my body.

And still, Michael doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit into his mouth and inserts two of his long, dexterous fingers into me, pumping in and out quickly. Within a minute another orgasm washes over me, causing me to shudder and gasp for breath.

Michael kisses up my body and leaves a soft kiss upon my lips. He leans over me and tries desperately to find his pants. Just to be a tease, I raise my hot center up until I feel his leg touching it, then lock my legs around his hips and starting humping his thigh.

“Geeze Liz…” he gasps.

As he continues to search desperately in the surrounding darkness for his pants, I raise myself up and rub my core over his rock hard cock, only taking time to partially lubricate him before moving on to hump his other thigh.

“Yes!” he yells out as he finds his pants. I hear him ripping open a foil package and manage to grab it from his hands. I gingerly roll the condom onto him, following my fingers with my tongue.

Yup. Banana flavored. You know…we could have wild crazy monkey sex with these things.

You Tarzan. Me Jane. Oooh aaah eeeh!

What? Don’t I sound even a little like a monkey?

I lay back down on the ground and continue to hump his thigh, teasing him. Finally he growls in frustration and stills my movements with his hands. He gently spreads my legs farther, leans closer to me, and thrusts in quickly.

Our movements don’t start slow and move to a faster pace like most people. We start out fast and end up going at it so frantically we practically end up bruising ourselves.

As I feel myself approaching that ultimate endpoint one more time I raise my hips up and allow Michael even more room. He is gasping and panting now, banging me so hard it’s a miracle Tess doesn’t wake from her chemical-induced slumber to see what all the commotion is out here in the hallway.

Ew. That’d be sick.

“Come on baby,” Michael pants into my ear. “Come for me. Come with me.” And then I am. We are. And it’s glorious.

posted on 19-Oct-2002 12:32:25 PM
Part 15

We’ve been lying here in each other’s arms for quite a while, keeping warm through our body contact. While we’re lying here, I realize just how crazy, unbelievable and yet completely wonderful this whole situation is. I mean, how many people can say that within a matter of twenty four hours they’ve been able to meet someone, start to like the person, kiss the person, fall in love with the person, and make love two mind-numbing times?

Not many people, let me tell you. I’m very grateful that it’s happened to me this way. I wouldn’t want things to happen with Michael in any other way.

I’m about to doze off when the power suddenly returns and the lights (that had previously been switched on) flicker to life. Warm air begins to hiss out of the old radiators, which are in dire need of replacement.

Michael slowly sits up, blinking at the sudden intrusion of light. “We better get dressed,” he says, reminding me of the fact that we are both completely naked and that anyone else could wander down this hallway. Like Maria or Alex. The weirdos would probably sit there, stare at us, and laugh.


So we quickly scramble around to grab our clothes and get into them. Michael sniffs at his T-shirt after putting it on, making a disgusted face. “I smell,” he says. “I need a shower.”

“Same here,” is my response. “We could go to the locker rooms and shower in there.”

He nods his head in agreement and allows me to lead him to the other end of the building where the locker rooms are. I point to the door of the Guys' locker room and then wave goodbye to him as I pretend I’m heading for the Girls’ locker room.

Ha! Yeah right. Like I’m going to turn down an opportunity to see Michael showering…and join him.

I wait out in the hall for a few moments, then quietly slip into the Guys’ locker room, locking the door behind me.

I can hear Michael’s soft humming and the barely audible thump of a pile of his clothing hitting the floor. Smiling to myself, I slowly creep towards the sound of his humming, keeping close to the wall, but ready to duck into a row of lockers if Michael happens to duck his head out.

Thankfully he doesn’t and soon enough I hear the sound of a shower being turned on. The stream of water is loud and so I become bolder, jogging towards the shower area. I can see a small pillar of steam rising from one of the shower stalls, so now I know exactly where Michael is. Unhurriedly I undress, haphazardly throwing my clothes to the floor around me.

In a sudden bout of shyness I grab a towel and wrap it around my body before walking into the shower area and slowly approaching Michael. His back's to me, large hands running through his long hair, seemingly in preparation for shampooing it. I am so mesmerized by his back, and all the muscles in his shoulders and arms that I can see rippling with strength every time he moves at all.

He’s so damn hot.

“Ahem,” I clear my throat. He jumps, startled, and spins to face me. He wipes water out of his eyes and blinks a few times, as if he can’t believe I’m standing in front of him.

“Hey,” he says quietly, smiling at me. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna shower in the Girls’ locker room?”

“There’s been a change of plans,” I say, slowly and deliberately letting my towel drop to the floor. “I don’t like to shower alone.”

Michael mumbles something in a high pitched voice, it sounds almost like “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come,” but I’m not sure.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“N-nothing,” Michael stammers out quickly. “Soareyougonnacomeoverhere?” he mumbles out in a shrill voice.

Yup. I got him all hard up for me. Again.

All in a day’s work, my friends…

“I guess I could,” I say sweetly, smiling angelically. Slowly, I approach him, swaying my hips seductively as I walk. The bar of soap in Michael’s unyielding grasp goes flying across the room as he squeezes too tightly.

I laugh as he looks down at his now empty hand, silently asking - “Hey, how did THAT happen?”

I step into his shower stall, my chuckles ceasing, tensing up as the first spray of hot water hits my skin, but I soon relax as the water begins to soothe me.

Michael only stands there, staring at me.

Wow. Is this turning anyone else on? I mean, here I am, in a shower with Michael…our bodies are all slick and wet…we just made love earlier, but neither of us are satisfied yet.

Yeah…saying that I’m turned on right now is a MAJOR understatement. I’m revved up and ready to fuck.

No! Wait. Erase that thought.

I’m revved up and ready to make love.

There, that’s more like it!

Although the way I wanna go about it now (just grabbing him and making him take me up against the shower wall, with the water pouring down over us, going at it as fast and hard as we can) might not be considered ‘making love’…

Ah...Small technicalities…

I step closer to Michael and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to mine so that I can kiss him.

Mmm…mmm… I do declare… The kissing sure is good today, yes sirree…

This kiss is slowly progressing into something more though. Michael’s hands are wandering over me, slipping over my slick flesh, caressing me quickly before moving on to a new spot.

One of Michael’s hands is in between my legs and before long I’m panting with all this newly-found pent up desire. Without warning Michael, I jump up on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hardness beneath me. I quickly lower myself onto him before he can stop me or slow this down. I proceed to lower and raise myself a few times before Michael gets into the swing of things, doing exactly what I want him to do…which is to slam me into the wall and thrust into me as fast and hard as he can.

We have sex with wild abandon, screaming and moaning without thinking that anyone else may hear us, not even caring if anyone did.

Somehow we’ve turned this act into something animalistic, something erotic.

Hell, I like it.

With one final thrust Michael pushes both of us over the edge. I scream with my release, clinging to Michael’s slippery body and he slowly sinks to his knees. Since we began our shower escapades, the water turned cold, but neither of us noticed or cared until now, too caught up in the heat of our actions.

“That was nice,” Michael pants into my ear.

Today sure is a day for understatements.


To be continued...