Maria fidgeted nervously in her seat next to Michael Guerin.
“Maria?” Michael asked as he leaned in close so she could hear him better.
“I haven’t come up with any ideas on the whole assignment, what about you?” Michael asked.
That was his first words to her after their little… adventure? Those? Was he going to pretend it never happened? Maria was so plagued in thoughts she didn’t even bother answering him or even notice that she didn’t.
“I guess not. Listen Maria about last Friday…” Michael began.
“Casual Sex.” Maria blurted out in a whisper.
“What?” Michael asked his eyes widening.
“We should do it on casual sex.” Maria said adding more specifics.
“Like how often it happen or the effect it has on people?” Michael asked.
“The effect.” Maria said as calmly as she could manage when Michael was that close. Once she had shut down the rampage of thoughts coursing through her brain it registered that he was leaning in so close that she could feel his breath tingling her ear.
“We could experiment. You know we need first hand experience and all.” He said smiling in her ear.
“I suppose we could.” Maria said her heart beat pulsing through out her body.
“Really?” Michael asked taken aback.
“We’d have to keep it completely secret.” Maria said instantly.
“We could plan meetings say in the Eraser Room, or your apartment considering you live alone.” Maria said now talking more to her self then to him.
“How do you know I live alone?” He asked confused.
“Please every girl in West Roswell knows that Michael-I’m-A-BADASS-Every-Girl-Wants-To-Jump-Guerin lives by himself.” Maria said obviously.
“Every girl wants to jump?” He asked huskily.
“We could send letters in school but we couldn’t use our names it’d be too risky.” Maria said ignoring his last remark.
“We could have code names!” Michael whispered laughing slightly at the child like thought.
“What do you want to be?” Maria asked finally turning to face him.
“You finally listen and you hear * that * and take me seriously.” Michael said shaking his head; he really would never get it.
“If you don’t pick I will.” She warned.
“Spiderman.” He said thinking briefly.
“You can pick a name for me too. I have to start on this.” She said gesturing down to their paper she was supposed to have written their project down on.
“Pixie…” He whispered into her ear before focusing on the paper too.
*
“OK class time for you to tell us what your project is to make sure you have no conflicting reports.” The teacher said as he pointed to the first pair at the front of the room.
“We have to say these out loud?” Maria cried looking fearfully at Michael.
“Don’t worry I’ll announce it. I don’t get embarrassed easily. Remember?” He asked hinting to their fiasco in the pantry room.
“As I recall you should have been.” She smiled sweetly.
“Guerin and DeLuca what is your project on?” The teacher asked interrupting their banter.
“Sex.” Michael said smiling at the teacher and ignoring the blonde beside him.
“Come again Mr. Guerin?” The teacher asked.
“Casual sex. Does it actually exist in repetition? Can two friends have sex together, OK, have a lot of casual sex together, and keep their platonic status?” Michael finished Max and Isabel’s jaws actually hitting the floor.
Several boys stifled their laughs as the teacher started to blush, “Very well.”
*
Michael looked around the halls. It was the break between sixth and seventh and Maria was no where around. He had wanted to talk to her about perhaps ‘experimenting’ at his apartment this afternoon.
As he opened his locker a folded piece of paper fell out. He opened it and it read,
‘Spiderman,
I was thinking- Spiderspike-pixy chic- your place? Our project definitely needs to be finished so…
Gimmie a sign, OK?
Later,
Pixy’
Michael refolded the letter and tossed it into his bag before getting his books and walking towards his last class.
*
As Maria strolled into the parking lot towards her car she glanced around. She had yet to hear from Michael.
She was all alone in the parking lot. Alex and Liz had hitched a ride with Max and Isabel so they could finish their own projects.
She hoped into the Jetta and began to pull out before she noticed a motorcycle right behind her. She quickly slammed on her breaks and got out.
“What the hell?” She screamed as she recognized Michael’s bike, his helmet was tinted so that she couldn’t see his face.
He held up a hand with only four fingers up then pointed to his watch.
Maria smiled and got back in her car. Let the experiments begin.
*
“Hey Lizzy? I might not be able to make my shift tonight OK?” Maria asked into her cell phone as she made her way over to Michael’s apartment.
“I’ll try, but go ahead and call in Karen if I don’t call you back by 5:30. Love you too. Bye.” She said as she parked and hung up her cell phone.
Maria reached into the back seat of her car pulling out her book bag and walking into the building. Suddenly she realized she had absolutely no clue where he lived. His apartment building yes… his apartment room no…
She walked up the stairs looking at each door trying to decide which one to knock on. Suddenly the door of the room right in front of her opened and Michael Guerin ushered her inside.
“How did you know?” She asked glancing around his apartment.
“Window.” Michael said and with that word she glanced over to see a wall window that faced the parking lot.
“So where do we set up?” Maria asked taking her book bag off.
“Most people set up in the bedroom. Sorry I don’t have a pantry.” He said casually.
“Ha. Funny.” Maria said in a sarcastic tone.
Finally she gave up waiting for an answer and threw her book bag on the ground next to a nicely upholstered sofa and plopped down. That’s when she took in her environment. He had a nice apartment. Wood floors and everything.
She unconsciously crossed her bare legs as she reached down into her book bag retrieving her folder. She had worn cut off shorts and a very tight top for a reason.
“I think we should start by laying down some rules.” Maria said preparing to write them down.
“Well there’s the secrecy thing.” Michael said fixing them both a soda and setting them down in front of them on the coffee table coasters.
“Yeah and there’s no kissing.” Maria said glancing at him but quickly returning her gaze to the paper in front of her.
“Why?” Michael asked almost pouting.
“Well after you kiss it’s no longer platonic and that’s what this experiment is about platonic sex, right?” Maria asked not taking her eyes from her paper.
“Casual sex actually. OK, no kissing on the mouth.” Michael compromised, “But kissing every where else.”
“Fine. Anything else?” Maria asked quickly scribbling down the only two existing rules.
“No PDA. I mean I know there’s the secrecy thing but we can’t let on to any one. Which means when in private we can do what ever but if there is some one around we act like we all ways do.” Michael said taking a drink of his soda.
“Yes, we act like demonic offsprings of Satan’s fire bitch.” Maria said under her breath.
“You’re very creative.” Michael said raising his eyebrows.
“Thank you.” She said her expression not changing.
“And it’s very creepy.” He said shaking his head.
“So no Public Displays of Affection, anything else?” Maria repeated.
“I have a question.” He said scooting over to her, “Is this kissing?”
He gently pressed feather light kisses all the way around her mouth before letting his tongue escape to trace her lips.
“I mean technically I didn’t Kiss you so…” Michael said as he looked at her.
He let a small smile find his lips, Her eyes were closed and she looked… aroused?
“I guess that’s not technically kissing.” Maria said coming back to earth.
“So what about the body rules. You know, where aren’t I allowed to go?” Michael asked his breathing deeper. He didn’t think he had ever wanted something so much in his entire life. He didn’t know how this girl was doing it but she was pulling him in.
“I guess you can go anywhere I mean come on, it’s sex.” Maria said placing her notebook back on the floor.
“So where shall we start?” Maria asked looking around.
“In there.” Michael said gesturing to his bedroom.
Maria got up and began walking towards the hallway. Noticing along the way that his apartment was extremely clean.
She entered the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. It bounced… interesting. It was soft enough but not so soft that one might sink. And quiet… quiet was good.
Michael walked in behind her and leaned against his bedroom door frame.
“You know this sex thing won’t work if you’re over there.” Maria said as she stood on her knees on the bed’s edge.
“First answer me a question DeLuca, what did you mean by I should have been embarrassed?” He asked and Maria let out a small chuckle.
“Come here.” Maria gestured with her finger for him to stand in front of her.
“Last time we were like this weren’t you shorter?” He asked smirking down at her.
“Bite me Guerin.” She grumbled.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He said gently pushing her back on the bed so he could have access to her body.
His mouth’s assault began at her neck nibbling and fulfilling part of her request. He let one of his forearms support him and he let his other hand travel down her side to play with the hem of her shirt.
He wanted it gone.
She lifted up slightly and let him remove her tank top.
He started to attack her neck again and her eyes shut pressing her neck into his teeth. He leaned back enough to take her in. She was absolutely magnificent. The curve of her breast. The slant of her lean hips. Hips that were clad in short shorts that were soon to be eliminated.
“Hey Spider spike.” Maria called up softly.
Michael chuckled low in his throat making the sound… erotic.
He let his hands travel to her back and unsnap her bra as he began to nibble and kiss the skin leading to the center meeting of her white satin bra.
His hand hovered mere centimeters above her breast after he had completely extracted her bra, “Maria, are you sure?”
She opened her eyes and saw his hand hovering so closely. It was as if she could feel the heat radiating off his hand. Her breast begged for him, as did the rest of her. She arched her back pressing her chest into his hands and Michael took over from there.
He let his hand trail gentle feather light touches around it before rubbing his thumb over the nipple. He felt her begin to move beneath him. She ached so much she was trying to easier herself against the first thing she could make contact with.
He let one hand press her hip back into the bed but not before undoing her button on her shorts. He slid the shorts off of her quickly and soon her drenched underwear followed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She wanted him so much… his pants were suddenly very uncomfortable.
Her body jerked underneath his hands as he ran one down the length of her body from her sternum to her lower stomach.
He looked up at her to see her looking back at him. He gently moved upward bring his hands to rest on opposite side of her breast. She whimpered softly only making him harder.
He let his mouth press down gently on the tip of one nipple as he massaged the other full force. He let his mouth open slowly before taking as much of her as he could into his mouth. Her back arched up so far off the bed that his body couldn’t hold her down.
He let her lay down then he traced her nipple with his tongue before suckling it gently at first.
She threw her head to the side as she felt Michael’s hand travel slowly down her body to her core. She was dripping her need was so intense.
He let a shaky finger run up her lips. She tried to press down on his finger but his other hand left her breast to hold her hips in place.
She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed barley able to keep her own hands from finishing the job for him. How could one man do this to her?
He kissed between her breast before making a pathway all the way down to her lower stomach.
He took a deep breath before replacing his finger with his tongue. He ran it up one lip then down the other, tasting her warmth on him.
His hands gently pushed her thighs farther apart and she let him. His tongue now becoming braver at the privilege darted inside quickly. He heard her sharp in take of breath as he did it again only this time he didn’t stop after he dove in once. He kept letting his tongue torture her. His hands traveled back to her hips to keep the damn things still. She was going to release and he could tell. He let his top teeth find her numb of nerves before driving is tongue in one last time.
She clenched her hands on the pillows and her body shuddered as she fell with a fierce intensity.
Michael took his time of removing his mouth letting himself lap her up and enjoy her as much he could before sitting up and crawling towards the front of the bed to find her eyes still closed and her face portraying her immense pleasure.
He looked down at her naked body that was still slightly shaking from her surrender. He suddenly became painfully aware of how tight his pants actually were.
He got up and removed a giant shirt from his dresser leaving it next to Maria on the bed before going into his bathroom to fix his demanding dilemma.
Once he came back into his room he found Maria lying on her stomach. Legs kicking in the air, reading over what she had written. She was clad only in the shirt he had laid out for her.
“What are you reading.” Michael asked sitting down beside her not knowing what to do.
Maria scooted over to allow him to lay down with her, “I’m figuring out names for the couple we are interviewing. We can’t exactly tell our class that we did the research first hand, now can we?”
“So who do I get to be?” Michael asked.
“Nick.” She said shaking her head.
“OK so that means I pick your name Huh? Let’s see some thing exotic… like Jasmine?” Michael asked grabbing for the pen.
“No way.” She said keeping the pen out of reach, “How about Jordan?”
“OK, why exactly do you want to make me sound like I’m having sex with a guy?” Michael asked quirking his eyebrows.
“I have a friend named Jordan thank you.” She said pointing at him menacingly.
“Yeah and I’m not having sex with him now am I?” Michael asked rolling his eyes.
“It’s a her!” Maria said loudly.
“Getting all flustered are we?” Michael asked smirking.
‘NOT AGAIN! That damn smile!’ Maria yelled in side her head, “Not over you.”
“Really?” Michael asked disbelieving.
Suddenly Maria felt a soft touch run up her bare leg and under the shirt where she was wearing nothing. His hand continue to run up her thighs and over her body until he began to lift the shirt to let his mouth have access to the smooth creamy skin on her back.
He let his tongue trace her spine slightly blowing on it as he put both of his hands on her breast side trying to find the hardened pebble. Her chest and upper body rose farther off the bed to give him complete admittance. He began to lovingly stroke her breast as his mouth continued it path across her shoulder blades. She let out a deep moan as her eyes squeezed shut adoring the feel of his hands and mouth.
“So you don’t get flustered over me, Huh?” He whispered the question into her ear.
Maria let out a frustrated cry low from her throat.
“That’s what I thought.” Michael said as he placed another sweet kiss right between her shoulder blades before moving over to his old spot. His erection now was pressing quite painfully against his mattress.
“Please. I could do the same thing to you.” She said as she composed herself, “I have before.”
“Once.” He stated as he held up two fingers to indicate how many times he had done it to her.
“What are we keeping score now?” She asked evenly.
“Sure. Who ever wins get something though.” He said still leaning into the bed.
“Who ever wins gets a sex slave for a month.” Maria finished for him a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“Fine. But so far you’re my sex slave.” He said smiling broadly.
“Really?” She asked smiling too but her smile was not one of self-assurance it was one of secrecy and conspiracy.
She leaned over pushing his tilted shoulders backwards flipping him on his back. She quickly put her legs over his hips straddling him. She was now aware of why he was laying stomach down. She let a hand trail down between them as she shifted her weight both rubbing against him and backing up so she could reach between them and unbuckle his pants.
“I’m not going to lose this one DeLuca.” He said crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Do you like that shirt?” She asked.
“It’s just a shirt why?” He asked.
“Could you live with out it?” She asked tilting her head to the side.
“I suppose…” Before Michael could finish Maria grabbed both sides of his shirt and ripped it apart.
“Good.” She said as she ran a finger down his toned chest feeling his muscles relax.
“Maria that was my shirt.” Michael said his face portraying anger.
“I know.” She said as she leaned her head down starting at his lower stomach and making a pathway to his neck with her lips.
“I told you I’m not giving…” Michael began again.
This time Maria decided she needed a different place to sit so she scooted up and sat down right on his throbbing length. He was silent. Michael had all ways understood the body better than the mouth.
She started to rock back and forth to see what he would do. She could see his jaw muscle jump erratically but his control was still in tact.
She started to not only rock but also press down and suddenly his composure was gone and she was on her back with Michael over her his member pressing against her.
“That’s two points for me.” She said with a smile.
Michael groaned and rolled over. This was going to be a very long contest.