Part 14A ************* Liz stood outside of Max’s classroom, a smile tinting her lips as she watched him teach. There was just something about the way he moved, the way he carried himself, that made her weak in the knees. She leaned against the doorframe, her heart fluttering as he grinned at something that one of his students said. Grinning, Liz stepped aside as the bell rang, students walking out of their classrooms, milling about the halls. Running her fingers through her chocolate tresses, Liz stepped up to the door, ready to go inside and meet Max, when she saw a student approach him. Liz’s eyes narrowed when she recognized the student as the girl that continuously eyed Max. Instead of walking inside, she stepped back, watching to see what the girl had planned. Angie gave Max her most sultry smile, as she flipped her long hair over shoulder. She stepped up to his desk, her manicured nails tapping annoyingly against the wooden surface. “Hey, Mr. Evans.” Max frowned at Angie as he cleaned up his desk. “Angie, was there something I could do for you?” She shrugged her shoulders, letting out a flirtatious laugh. “Do I need a reason to stop by and say hi to my favorite teacher?” The crease between Max’s eyes deepened. He had thought that she had gotten over her fascination with him, but obviously, she hadn’t. Liz took the opportunity to walk into the room, pasting a grin on her lips as she made a beeline for Max. “Hi honey!” She threw her arms around him as she placed a sound kiss on his lips, her lips lingering a little longer. She nuzzled his nose with hers. “You ready to go, babe?” Max chuckled lightly. “Just about.” He tucked Liz’s hair behind her ears, his eyes dancing with happiness. Angie kicked the tip of her shoe against the foot of Max’s desk, clearing her throat in the process. Max pulled Liz to his side, realizing that Angie was still in the room. “Oh. Honey, this is one of my students. Angie Taylor.” He looked up at Angie, while he squeezed Liz’s shoulder. “Angie this is my wife. Mrs. Evans.” Liz held out her hand to Angie, giving her fake sugary sweet smile, her eyes cold and steely. “Aren’t you the hostess at Blondie’s?” Angie placed her hand in Liz’s, grimacing as Liz gave her hand an extra firm handshake. “That’s right.” Liz grinned as she snuggled closer into Max’s side. “Well, I guess we’ll see you later, then.” She kissed Max’s cheek, her hand gently playing in his ebony hair. “Mr. Evans and I are going to dinner to uh.....” She and Max shared a secret smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Angie. “Celebrate.” Max finished for her. Liz licked her lips. “Yeah, definitely.” Angie stomped her foot. “Oh, really? What are you guys celebrating?” She asked with fake interest. Her point of asking wasn’t to find out anything about the couple, the question was a means to keep them from openly groping each other in front of her. All of the lovey dovey looks, and secret smiles and touches that they thought she wouldn’t pick up on, was enough to make her gag. Liz giggled as she raised a suggestive eyebrow at Angie. “It’s kind of......private.” Her hand snaked around Max’s waist, giving his hip a good squeeze. She winked at Angie as she bumped her hip with Max’s. “It was real nice meeting you, Sandie, but Mr. Evans and I need to go.” Angie glared at Liz, biting down on her bottom lip, in anger. “It’s Angie!” Liz held a hand to her mouth, pretending to be sorry, but it never reached her eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Liz pushed Max in front of her, her hand gently squeezing his tush as he went. She made sure to wink in Angie’s direction as she walked out. “We’ll see you at the restaurant.” She called over her shoulder as she waved, leaving a fuming Angie. ************* Max kissed Liz’s temple as they headed towards the parking lot. “Why, Mrs. Evans. You’re mighty frisky today.” Liz smiled up at him. “Well, we are celebrating the first time we got to second base.” Max waggled his eyebrows at his wife, his smile widening. “Are you saying that I’m getting lucky tonight?.....Are we gonna get to second base tonight?” He whispered. Liz snapped her teeth together as she raked hot looks up and down Max’s body. “Well, if you wine and dine me tonight, you may just be lucky enough to reach home base....” She ran to the car, with Max trailing closely behind her like a dog in heat. ***************** Liz stood in front of the full length mirror, trying to zip up her dress. Max came out of the bathroom, stopping in his tracks as he saw Liz half dressed in front of the mirror. With his pulse quickening, and his mouth feeling parched, he took a deep breath, admiring Liz’s beauty. Liz caught his eye in the mirror, giving him an amorous smile. “Hey handsome. You wanna give me a hand?” Max nodded eagerly as he stepped up behind Liz. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder, his hot, wet kisses leading up to her neck, causing her to let out a throaty laugh. “Maaax....” She tried to admonish him, but it was virtually impossible to do so. She let out another chuckle, her hands reaching for Max’s, bringing it to the open zipper on the back of her dress. “Zipper.” Max nodded, pulling his lips away from her smooth skin. “Fine.” Liz smiled her thanks in the mirror, expecting to feel her naked back to be covered. She heard the zipper being pulled, but instead of up, her dress fell open in the back as Max pulled the zipper down. “UP! UP! Not down!” Max bit his lip to keep the full blown smile from appearing on his lips. “Oh, sorry about that.” He dipped his pinky finger at the opening of her dress, letting it graze the sensitive skin on the small of her back. He watched as Liz shivered, before pulling the zipper up, a satisfied grin on his lips. He gave her cheek a quick peck. “All done.” Liz smoothed down her dress down, pouting when she saw the beginnings of her protruding belly. “Wow!” “Huh?” Liz looked up at the sound of Max’s amazed voice. His arms glided across her front, his large hands laying splayed across her tummy. “Would you look at that?” Liz looked over her shoulder, giving Max a curious look. “What? That I’m getting fat?” She asked in a self depreciating tone. Max shook his head, his eyes glimmering with awe and wonder. “Our baby wants to make everyone to know that she’s in there.” Liz was caught between smiling and crying. “How are you so sure that our baby’s a girl?” Max blushed. “Well, I was hoping....” He looked at her sincerely. “But you know, if we don’t have a girl, then that’d be fine too.” Liz kissed his chin. “You have to be the sweetest man that has walked the earth.” Max blushed a deeper shade of crimson. He rubbed her belly, taking her towards the door. “C’mon, we should drop of Noah at the Crashdown so that we can go to dinner.” Part 14B Rated: R for suggestiveness and a little violence? ************** Angie held up two menus grinning as she greeted the customers. “Hi. Welcome to Blondie’s. How many will it be tonight?” Her smile faded when she realized that it was Max and Liz. “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” Liz looked up from where her face was buried in Max’s neck. “Oh, hi again Sandie.” Angie nodded curtly, choosing to ignore Liz’s obvious dig. She held the menus to her chest. “Would the two of you like to be seated now?” Liz lay her hand across Max’s chest. She smiled lovingly at him. “We’ll take a booth if you have it.” “Right this way.” Angie led them to the front of the restaurant, presenting them with a table, when Liz had just requested a booth. “Here you go.” Liz shook her head. “No, we asked for a booth.” Angie gave Liz a pathetic attempt at looking sympathetic. “I’m sorry Mrs. Evans, but- Maria made her way out of the kitchen, her eyes lighting up when she saw Max and Liz. She skipped towards them, clapping her hands together. “Well if it isn’t two of my most favorite people in the world.” She jumped into Max’s embrace, giving him a friendly peck on his cheek. She threw her arms around Liz, then bent down to make funny faces at Liz’s belly. “Hi baby!” Max let out a hearty laugh. “Hey Maria, quit making faces at my unborn baby. You’ll give her a complex.” Maria huffed, playfully slapping Max upside the head. Liz laughed, shaking her head at them. “Now, now you two. Play nice.” Maria held up her hands in defeat, before turning her gaze to Angie, who was pulling out a seat at the table. “Angie, what do you think you’re doing?” Angie tried to look as innocent as possible. “I’m just setting up Mr. and Mrs. Evans’ table, Ms. Deluca.” Maria looked at her incredulously. “Are you out of your mind? This is the worst table in the house, you know that. Mr. and Mrs. Evans are one of this place’s best customers.” She grabbed the menus out of Angie’s hands, shaking her head disappointedly at Angie. “Right this way, guys. Your regular booth is vacant.” Maria lay down their menus, excusing herself. Max offered to let Liz slide inside the booth first, but Liz shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. “You first.” Max merely shrugged his shoulders, sliding into the booth. Liz followed him in, her hand resting dangerously high on his thigh. She snuck a quick glance over her shoulder, and sure enough, Angie’s piercing green eyes were staring right in her direction. Liz smirked at her as she gave Max a breath stealing kiss, momentarily forgetting about Angie. “Wow!” Max took in a few gulps of air, a ridiculously happy smile on his face, as he cupped Liz’s jaw. Liz leaned into his caress, grinning like the cat that swallowed the bird. “Hmmm.... Wow, seems to be a permanent fixture in your vocabulary these days.” Max kissed the tip of her nose. “Well, you always give me a reason to woo me off my feet, and take my breath away.” The waiter politely cleared his throat, his finger loosening his collar as he tried not to gawk at the very PDA couple. “Could I start the two of you with something to drink?” The teenager barely squeaked out. Liz smiled warmly at the young man, before turning back to Max. “Max?” “I’ll just have a coke.” Liz smiled, “And a glass of water for me.” The waiter nodded, but Max waved his hand in the air, signaling the waiter to disregard Liz’s request. “Actually, she’ll just have a glass of milk.” “Ok, so that’s one coke and one milk.” When the waiter was gone, Liz pinched Max’s side. “Ow!” He rubbed his side. “What was that for?” Liz glared at him in jest. “A glass of milk? I was pretty sure that I ordered for myself already.” Max looked at her sheepishly. “You know I just wanna take care of you.” Liz wet her lips as she smoothed back Max’s hair. “Ok, I’ll forgive, but only because you’re looking mighty scrumptious tonight.” Max rolled his eyes. Liz laughed. “Oh come on. You have to admit the ’might scrumptious’ line was pretty good, right?” The deep rumble of Max’s laugh vibrated against his chest, “Since when did you start using lines on me?” Liz didn’t get a chance to answer because the waiter returned with their drinks. “One coke, and a glass of milk for the lady.” He set the glasses down, rubbing his palms together as he looked from Max to Liz. “Are you guys ready to order?” Max looked at Liz, who only nodded. He cleared his throat as he scanned the menu, pretending to consider the other items on it. He did this every time they were there, but he always ordered the same thing anyway. “I’ll just have the baked chicken and a side salad.” He looked over at Liz, who was trying in vain to keep from laughing at his predictability. She hid her laughter behind a cough, her hand coming to rest on Max’s thigh. She eyed the menu, her tongue snaking past her lips, making them glisten in the warm hues of the candles on the table. Her hand glided up his thigh, dancing dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy. “I don’t know. I’m kinda in the mood for something meaty.” Her pinky grazed the tip of Max’s crotch as she squeezed his inner thigh hard. She tapped her index finger against her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “I think I’ll just go with the steak....medium rare, please.” Liz folded up her menu, handing it to the waiter who was trying desperately to look at anywhere but, Liz. “I’ll just get those orders in for you.” As soon as he grabbed the menus, he bolted out of there. Max let out the breath that he had been holding, his heart beat having tripled after Liz’s little stunt. ************** Angie glared at the couple, as she gossiped with a co-worker. “Would you look at her? Could she be any more slutty? She’s like all over him.” Kim brushed the hair out of her eyes as she wrapped up the cutlery in the napkins. “What’s the big deal anyway? She’s his wife. Why are you getting your panties in a bunch? Besides, I think it’s cute that they feel so in love that they can still be all over each other.” “Can you even hear yourself speaking? She’s giving women a bad name.” “I think the question is, can you hear what you’re saying? If anyone is giving anyone a bad name, it’s you. You need to get over this weird fixation on Mr. Evans. It’s totally creepy, and unnecessary. This pipe dream of yours is going nowhere fast. If you think that Mr. Evans is suddenly gonna fall out of love with his wife, then you obviously need to start eating your Wheaties in the morning, honey.” Angie gritted her teeth, her nostrils flaring with anger. “Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.” *************** Max groaned as Liz nipped his earlobe, her hands teasing the muscles in his thighs. “What are you doing to me, Liz?” Liz bit the skin at the base of his neck, her tongue lapping up the stinging sensation. “I’m only trying to relive second base experiences.” Her hand closed the gap to his throbbing crotch. Max closed his eyes in sweet agony, his hands curling into fists as he exhaled a shaky breath. Liz whispered in his ear, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. “Do you want me to stop?” Her hand gently squeezed, massaging his rapidly hardening member. She leaned forward so that no one could see what she was doing. Max’s harsh breathing was turning her on even more. She suckled his salty skin her hand teasing his zipper slightly open. Max’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his head making a thumping noise as it fell back against the booth. “Oh God!” The sound of footsteps approaching rang in Liz’s ears. She moved quickly, her hand pulling Max’s napkin securely over his lap, so that no one could see what her hand was doing. The waiter placed Max’s salad in front of him. “Your salad, sir.” The rest of what he had planned on saying, died in his throat, as he eyed the complete abandon on Max’s face. Liz picked up a crouton with her fingers, popping it into her mouth. “Thank you.” The guy blushed furiously, hurrying away. Max opened his eyes slowly, his hands untangling from their iron like fists. “Is he gone?” He asked with a strained voice. Liz nodded, as she pushed a forkful of salad into her mouth. Max was stunned to see her eat so heartily, looking more like a hungry pregnant wife, rather than the seductress that she was, only moments ago. ****************** Angie’s voice shook with anger, as her eyes focused on Liz. “Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” Kim laughed out loud. “Well, it sure seems to me as if Mr. Evans is in heaven right now.” Angie kicked her podium. “Argh!” ****************** Max smiled, enjoying the way Liz was stuffing herself. Liz chewed, wiping the side of her mouth delicately. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to eat your salad.” She pushed the plate towards him, but he just pushed it back. “Go ahead and eat.” He gave her a devilish grin. “I think I’ll just eat the cherry tomato.” He picked up the red ball, popping it into his mouth. Liz nearly dropped her fork, at the suggestiveness in Max’s expression. There was absolutely no way she was gonna have the tables turned on her. She was going to have Max at her mercy before the night was out. Deciding that she needed a little reprieve, Liz placed her napkin on the table. “I’m just going to the ladies room.” She slipped out of the booth before Max could say anything. Liz walked towards the front of the restaurant, to the restrooms. She straightened her dress, her ears perking up when she heard a familiar voice. “That woman is such a SLUT! I cannot believe that Mr. Evans can’t see through her- Liz stepped up behind Angie, tapping her shoulder. “That he can’t see through my what?” Kim’s eyes were wide as saucers as she saw Liz. Liz smiled at her, moving so that she was standing in Angie’s line of vision. “Would you excuse us? Ms. Taylor and I need to exchange of few words.” Kim nodded mutely, running to the kitchen where Maria was. Angie moved away from Liz. “We don’t have anything to say to each other.” Liz grabbed her arm roughly pulling her out the front door. “Oh, but I think we do.” Liz dragged her, pushing her against the brick wall. Angie fell back, her hair flying in her face. Liz stood tall, her shoulders squared. “I’m only going to say this once, and so help me God if I have to repeat myself.” She leaned close to Angie so that the hairs on Angie’s arms stood to attention. “Max, is my husband, and I want you to keep your grubby paws off of him.” Angie flinched away from Liz, but Liz gripped her arm tightly. “You better listen, and you better listen good. I’ve seen the way you’ve been throwing yourself at him, and it’s about all I can do to keep myself from laughing.” Angie glared at Liz. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Liz stood back, crossing her arms in front of her. “I think I do, little girl. This is going to stop. Starting now. You are to stay far away from my husband, and if I ever catch you and your sniveling, clinging, pathetic behind making a play for him again, you’ll have to answer to me.” Angie laughed, playing it off like she wasn‘t worried, but her eyes deceived her. “You’ve got me shaking in my boots.” She hugged herself, pretending to shake. A steely smile passed across Liz’s lips, her eyes cold and hard. She leaned forward again, picking up a strand of Angie’s hair, before tossing it in her face. “But I think you are.” She laughed a mechanical laugh. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, and if you don’t back off, you’ll have more to worry about than getting a failing grade in my husband’s class.” Angie’s body was trembling with her pent up terror. Before Liz could further scare Angie, a red faced Maria came through the door. “What the hell is going on here?” She marched towards them, the smoke practically fuming out of her ears. She turned a worried glance towards Liz. “Are you ok, chica?” Liz nodded. “I’m fine, babe. I’ve got everything under control.” Maria didn’t look convinced. “Why don’t you go back inside before that worrisome husband of yours sends out a search party?” Liz looked reluctant to leave, but Maria pushed her inside. Maria stalked back to Angie, her hands on her hips. “You are one sick person, you know that?” Angie let her tears fall, now that Liz was gone. “I want you off my property. You’re fired!” Angie nodded, moving to step away, but stopping when she heard Maria’s voice calling out to her. “And if I ever catch you anywhere near here, your ass is grass!” Angie took that as her cue to run. Running as fast as her legs could take her. Maria leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm her jangled nerves. She dug into her pocket, uncapping her cedar oil. “Think happy thoughts.” Her head fell back against the wall as she remembered what she had said and did. “Your ass is grass? I soooo need to stop Alex from saying this crap.” She pushed herself up, heading back into the restaurant. “Your ass is grass?” she repeated to herself, laughing hysterically. Part 14C Rated: NC-17 *note- may be a little kinky.* ********************* Liz walked back to the table, slipping in beside Max. “What took you so long? You didn’t get sick again, did you?” His amber eyes were clouded over with worry, as he rubbed his hands across Liz’s bare shoulders. Liz gave him a satisfied smile, feeling good that she had finally done something she had been wanting to do since she had laid eyes on that Angie character. It was like a high. It made her feel strong, empowered, like she could do anything in the world she wanted to. She grabbed his hands, bringing them up to her lips, laying a sweet kiss on each of his knuckles. “I’m fine, Max. Just had a little girl stuff to take care of, but now, I’m all yours.” Max grinned, his finger tangling in a stray strand of Liz’s hair. “I like the sound of that.” He leaned his head down, his lips capturing Liz’s. His kisses were playful, gently nibbling, suckling. His tongue traced a path over her velvety lips before capturing her bottom lip in between his, giving it a good tug. Liz’s knees quaked under the table, as Max continued on with his sensual assault, his wet lips beginning a trail down her neck. Liz whimpered softly, her hands creeping down the front of Max’s chest, slithering lower until her fingers found his still slightly open pants. Her eyes grew wide, as a roguish grin made itself apparent on her lips. She squeezed her hand in through the little opening, causing Max to pull away from her, his breathing coming out into sharp pants. Liz felt an odd sense of pleasure that he hadn’t zipped up while she was away. It told her that he was more than willing to play. Her eyes twinkled as she spoke. “For me?” Her hand squeezed him through his boxers, her fingers dancing lightly at the slit in the front. Max’s voice was caught in his throat, his blood pounding loudly in his ears. All he could do was bob his head in response. Liz’s mouth fell open in a seductive O shape, before impaling her lips on his. “Thanks, babe.” Her fingers slid through the slit, her little hand curling around his shaft, causing Max to let out a groan in her mouth. ************* Maria looked up to see Jared getting ready to take out several plates. “Hey Jared. What table is that for?” Jared turned a few different shades of red, as he spoke. “It’s....um....yeah....um, table seven.” He cleared his throat, as he tried not to remember all that he had seen out there with the couple. Maria held a hand to her mouth, not wanting to laugh. She walked over to the open window of the kitchen, looking out into the dining room. Her eyes landed on Max and Liz in the back booth. She shook her head, as she stepped away, her eyes turning to Jared. “You may want to wrap that up for Mr. and Mrs. Evans. I think they’re about ready to go.” Jared opened his mouth to say something, but it died in his throat as he saw the twinkle in Maria’s eyes. He groaned inwardly, hoping to God that he never got Mr. Evans as his English teacher, otherwise, he would never be able to look him straight in the eye, without going all hyper-color on him. He put the plates down, grabbing a couple of take out boxes. *************** With a lot of effort, Max reached his hand down, pulling Liz’s hands, out of his pants. He quickly zipped up his pants, careful not to pinch anything. Liz was about to give him a wounded look, thinking that she had gone too far, but a smile plastered itself on her lips as she saw Max waving madly at their waiter. “Check, please!” he croaked out. Liz bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud, but the laughter died quickly when she felt Max’s warm breath tickling her ear. “I’d watch it, if I was you, Mrs. Evans. You can’t expect to play with fire and not get burned.” ****************** Liz carried the boxes of food into the kitchen, finding a place to shove them into the refrigerator. Max was still outside, parking the car, so Liz decided to quickly munch on something before he got inside. She opened up the cabinet doors, her eyes widening when she saw an open box of fruit roll ups. She pulled out the last package, grinning when she saw that it was strawberry flavored. She tore the package open with her teeth, taking a big bite from it. Max came up behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist. He was intending to have his way with her, but his eyebrows knotted together as he saw her eating. “Why didn’t tell me you were hungry?” He felt guilty for having gotten so worked up, that he had forgotten that Liz was eating for two. He stepped away from her, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table. He pushed her to sit down, as he busied himself with getting her something to eat. Liz wanted to scream out loud. She loved her husband dearly, she really did. She loved the way that he always looked out for her, but she wanted him, as badly as he wanted her. Maybe even more so. She couldn’t help it if she suddenly got a craving for something sweet. If only she could mix the two together...... Almost as if a light bulb was going off in her head, Liz stood up, grabbing Max’s wrist. Before he could get a word out, she propelled him into the chair, as she kneeled between his legs. Max looked down at Liz, who was staring hungrily at his crotch. His hands gripped the edges of the chair, as he felt his hips instinctively wanting to thrust up, his manhood throbbing painfully in his pants. “Liz....” His voice sounded unconvincing even to his own ears. Liz looked up at Max, her hands running up and down his thighs. She grinned at him, as she sat up on her knees. She lay down the fruit roll up onto the kitchen counter, her hands reaching for his shirt button. Max’s hands reached out to stop her, but she shook them away. She looked into his amber eyes, giving him a pouty lip as she batted her eyelashes at him. Max groaned as he let his head fall back in defeat. So that’s who Noah learned that trick from. He had to admit that it was a pretty good trick, it always turned him to mush. Liz grinned. She sat up, climbing into his lap as she ran her delicate fingers through his thick tresses. She massaged his scalp, as she bent down to place warm kisses on his neck, his eyes, his cheeks, anywhere but his lips. Her nimble fingers began to unsnap his shirt buttons one at a time, her wet lips making a trail down his chest, as she revealed more and more of his naked skin. When the last button came undone, her hands ran up his chest, across his shoulders, letting her wrists get caught in his shirt. She slid his shirt off, tossing it over her shoulder. She smiled at him wickedly, as she swung her feet back, helping him kick off his shoes and socks with her feet. Leaning her forehead against his, she could feel the warm puffs of air coming out of his mouth. She kissed the tip of his nose, before descending down on to his waiting lips. Their kisses were hungry, demanding. The other, trying to consume it’s mate, wanting nothing more than to dominate. Moving stealthily, Liz squeezed her hands between their bodies to unsnap his pants. She quickly pulled down his zipper, her mouth pulling almost savagely away from his. Her breathing was harsh as she moved to kneel on the floor again, her hands urging his hips to lift up off the chair. Max did as Liz wanted, helping her kick off his pants along with his boxers. As his bare butt came into contact with the soft cushion on the chair, he thanked the Gods above for letting him agree to let Liz choose their furniture. If hadn’t agreed with Liz to get the chairs with cushions, his butt would’ve been complaining right about now. Liz let out a small gasp, causing Max to look down at her. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide with awe, as she took in his naked form. He had no idea why she looked at him like he was some sort of Greek God, carved from stone. Her pink tongue quickly wet her lips, making Max tremble with desire. He could feel a little fluid dribble forth from the head of his arousal, causing him to grab onto the chair’s haunches. Liz lay her hands on his thighs, gently prying them open as she scooted closer to him. She looked up into his hooded eyes, giving him one last amorous look before bending her head down to lick the moisture off the tip of his throbbing erection. Max let out a guttural moan, the cords in his neck straining as he fought for air. Liz grinned against him, her hands gently cupping his sacs as she went down over him for a pass. She continued to suckle him with her tongue, her right hand reached for the half eaten fruit roll up on the counter. She pulled away from Max, as tore the rest of the package off. Max looked down at her, his amber eyes turning into a dark shade of midnight, as he watched her place the strip into her warm, wet mouth, just as she had done with his arousal only seconds ago. Her lips were twisted into an almost evil smile, as took him in her mouth again, making sure to wet ever inch of his pulsating flesh. He was about ready to pass out when he felt a sticky substance on his erection, causing him to open his eyes to slits. His chest heaved as he saw Liz wrap the fruit strip around his erection, applying most of it onto the mushroom shaped head. Her hands kneaded the muscles in his thighs, her teeth taking quick nips at his tender skin as she went. When her eyes were aligned with his manhood, she gave him one last smile, descending down onto his shaft. A growl passed his lips as he felt Liz’s tongue lick at the fruit strip, causing it to melt at the warmth and wetness of her tongue. She lapped at him, like a cat would lap at a bowl of milk, making sure to get every inch, every crevice. When the fruit roll up continued to cling at his flesh, Liz gently used her teeth to pull it off. Max hissed, his knuckled turning white as he gripped the chair tighter. As she pulled with her teeth, he could feel her pearly whites graze the delicate skin of his penis, causing him to lift his hips up to meet her. Liz worked hard, making sure to eat every last part of the fruit roll up, purposefully leaving some on the tip of his erection. She sat back, letting Max have a little reprieve. She watched his body relax, his chest huffing out a deep breath. When his stance slackened, she went in for the kill, her lips wrapping around the most sensitive part of his arousal. Max almost shot out of the chair like an arrow, his eyes opening wide when Liz nibbled the last of the fruit roll up from his flesh. When it was all gone, Liz continued to lick at him, making the muscles in his thighs tremble. With shaky arms, Max pulled her up, his hands running up and under her dress to take of her panties. When he was met with only warm flesh, he groaned. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know you were naked under there,” he rasped out. Liz let out a giggle, but it turned into a low moan when Max impaled her on his still throbbing penis. She squeezed her thighs around his waist, as he pulled her dress, over her head. He pulled her close to him, giving her a kiss filled with all of the love and lust he felt for her. Her little trick had drove him to the point of insanity, so much so, that his body was covered in sweat. His hands wandered her luscious curves before coming to rest on her hips. He gently lifted her petite body up, letting her slide back down. A simultaneous moan escaped their lips, echoing against their kitchen walls, as Max began a rhythm for Liz. He whispered in her ear, as he captured her earlobe between his lips. “Ride me.” Liz shivered against him, nodding as she rested her arms on his shoulders. She used her feet for leverage, her toes pushing against the ground to help her go faster. The fine sheen of sweat on his body helped her glide over him, causing a delicious friction against their gyrating bodies. With all of the teasing that they had done to each other, it wasn’t long before they reached the point of culmination, both of them coming apart in each other’s arms as they let out primal mating calls. With quivering bodies, they held each other tight, not wanting to let the other go. Liz leaned her sweaty forehead on Max’s shoulder, her voice tinted with laughter as she spoke in his ear. “I think I’m ready to eat that steak, now.” Max shook his head, laughing. He ran his hands up and down her back, as his stomach growled in response. Liz covered her mouth with her hand, her giggles consuming her. Max kissed her cheek, inhaling her strong strawberry scent, mixed with the musky scent of their love making. “You know what they say.....great minds think alike.” He chuckled against her neck, loving the feel of her warmth, surrounding him in everyway. Part 14D ****************** Alex rolled over, expecting to feel Isabel’s body next to his. Instead, his arm landed with a dull thud as he realized that she was no longer in bed with him. Sitting up, he rubbed at his eyes groggily, a yawn escaping his lips. Throwing the covers off, he threw his legs over the side of the bed, stretching his arms above his head. He walked through their bedroom door, tapping his fingers on top of the door frame as he did so. Whistling a soft tune under his breath, he came to find Isabel curled up on the couch, still dressed in her pjs as she flipped through the various photo albums scattered around her. Smiling, he walked towards her, dropping a kiss on her head as he sank down next to her. “Mornin’ Iz.” He covered his mouth as another yawn was expelled from it. “What are you doing up so early?” Isabel looked up at him, wiping away the tear tracks on her cheeks. “Nothing.” Alex frowned, tilting up her chin so that she had no choice but to look at him. “You’ve been crying.” His heart clenched in his chest as he saw her chin tremble, her head shaking. “I’m not crying.” She held her head down as she felt an onslaught of new tears coming. Alex took the photo album from her lap, tossing it onto the floor. He pulled Isabel to him, resting his chin on top of her head, as he ran his fingers through her golden locks, his deep even voice, serving as a balm to her soul. “Izzie, tell me what’s wrong. You know I hate seeing you like this.” Isabel held onto his white undershirt, burying her face in his chest, her hot tears soaking through. She hiccupped against him, trying to stop, but the more she tried, the more she ended up crying. “I’m sorry.....I don’t even wanna cry...” Alex held her tighter, placing light kisses in her hair. “Tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.” Isabel curled her arms around his waist, wanting to disappear inside him. To forget about all of the ridiculous things she was thinking. “It’s stupid.....I don’t even know where to begin.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “Start anywhere.” Isabel wiped her tears against his shirt, her hand wiping her nose as she tucked her legs under her. “I....I was just thinking.” Alex gave her an encouraging smile. “Thinking about what?” Her eyes shifted, her fingers toying with a loose piece of string on her pajama top. “About everyone, you know, our friends......and us.” When she was reluctant to give anymore information, Alex reached out to still her hands, gently squeezing them in silent support to speak about whatever it was that was bothering her. Her hands untangled themselves from his. The way Alex was so gentle with her, so caring, made her feel even worse than she already did. It made her feel rotten for all of the things that she had been thinking. She placed the heel of her hands against her closed eyes, trying desperately to keep a flood of tears from falling. “I’m a terrible person.” “Izzie, you’re not a terrible person.” His hands flanked the sides of her face, his thumbs brushing her soft cheeks. “Just tell me what you’ve been thinking. I know that whatever it is, it doesn’t make you a terrible person.” She bobbed her head up and down wildly, her long locks flying around her face. “But I am. I’ve been thinking all of these terrible things about our friends, our family. I’m an awful person.” “Iz, just tell me what you’ve been thinking.” Isabel jumped up, kicking away the photo albums on the floor. “You wanna know what I’ve been thinking? I’ve been thinking that it bothers me that all of our friends seem to be moving on, and that it feels like we’re stuck. Like we aren‘t moving anywhere.” Alex felt like he had been knocked into the ground. He hadn’t expected her to say that. She thought that they were stuck? Was she unhappy with him? His mind was running a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong. Isabel felt like kicking herself. She just couldn’t do anything right. She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his knees, as she tried to get him to understand. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” Alex looked up at her, the confusion dancing in his eyes as he looked for answers. “Then what did you mean, because I don’t see how else I’m supposed to take that.” Isabel brought his hands up to her lips, kissing them as she tried to find a way to explain herself. “I’m not unhappy with our relationship. I never was, and I never will be.” She looked into his eyes for any confirmation that he understood where she was coming from at all, but he still seemed hurt and unsure what to believe. “I was jealous.” Alex tipped his head to the side as he studied his wife. “Jealous? Of what?” Her gaze wavered as she prepared to tell him all that she had been thinking. “I’ve been jealous of just about everyone lately. I know it’s completely ridiculous, and I really have no place being jealous of anyone considering my life is about as picture perfect as anyone could hope for.” She gave him a weak smile. “I’ve just been feeling a little left out. Max and Liz have a new baby coming, Michael and Maria are planning their wedding, and Kyle and Courtney just received custody of the twins......I just feel like everyone’s progressing into families, but you and I......” Alex cupped her cheek, completely floored by what she had said. “But I thought you said that you wanted to wait until you were a little more established at your firm before we tried for kids?” Isabel nodded. “I know. I know that you and I agreed that we would wait until that, and I still feel that way, but it doesn’t stop the green eyed monster from rearing it’s ugly head. I wanna have kids, but I know that you and I just aren’t ready for that yet.” Alex pulled Isabel to sit in his lap. “You should have told me that you were feeling this way.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I know. I just didn’t want you to get the wrong idea and think the worst,” she giggled. He laughed with her, placing a kiss on her neck. “Well I did a pretty good job of that, didn’t I?” Isabel kissed him on the lips, her head seeking warmth in the crook of his neck. “I think you did a pretty great job. You’re the best husband in the whole world.” Alex was silent as he played over the conversation in his head. Maybe they weren’t ready to have a child yet, but maybe they could have another type of baby to keep them occupied. *************** Maria walked blindly into the kitchen. She stubbed her toe against the foot of the kitchen table, causing her to yelp. “Owie!” She hopped on one foot as she held onto her abused toe. When Michael heard the loud bang, he sat up, his eyes wild as he looked at his surroundings. “Mr. Seligman, I promise, I wasn’t sleeping. Just resting my eyes.” He wiped at his eyes, as he tried to regain his bearings. After hearing Michael’s voice, Maria refocused her eyes. “Michael?” Michael jumped out of his seat at the sound of Maria’s voice. “Maria?” He looked around their small kitchen realizing that he was no longer in high school. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I thought I feel asleep in Mr. Seligman’s remedial science class again.” Maria laughed. “Awww, are you getting nostalgic in your old age?” Michael made a face. “Yeah, like that’ll ever happen. I swear, I don’t know how Max does it everyday, walking down those same halls.” He visibly shivered at the thought. “Well I think it might be a little more fun for him this time around. He is the teacher now.” Michael scratched his unshaven chin. “You know, that sounds a little promising.” “Does that mean you wanna go back to school?” she teased. “Hell no!” Maria chuckled some more, as she took a seat at the table. “What’re you doing out here anyway? I beginning to feel jealous of this lousy kitchen table. It seems to be getting more action from you, rather than me these days.” Michael sat down, pushing handfuls of paper to Maria. “What are these?” Michael just shrugged his shoulder casually, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “Just a few things I thought would be helpful for the wedding.” Maria looked over the papers, her eyes widening with disbelief with the amount of time and hard work that Michael had obviously put into it. “Just a few ideas? Michael, you’ve practically got the whole wedding planned. The only thing I don’t see here is a sketch of my wedding dress, “ she joked. Michael looked regretful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to......I just thought that I could help out a little. I know that you’ve been helping your mom with Jade, and Courtney and Kyle with the boys. I thought that I could make myself useful......But you don’t have to use any of those ideas...They were just ides.” Maria could feel her heart swelling, before it burst into a million pieces. She jumped into Michael’s arms, peppering him with wild kisses. “I love you.” Michael looked at her, still a little unsure. “So you’re not mad?” Maria smiled at him. “How can I be mad? You’re making wedding plans because you want to. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anything like that.” Michael let out a breath, smirking. “Good. Just as long as you’re not mad.” “Michael Guerin, I cannot wait to be Maria Alejandra Deluca Guerin.” Michael kissed her nose. “Ditto.” ****************** Courtney stretched her arms above her head as she was breaking through the last remnants of sleep. She turned on her side as she intended to greet Kyle, but instead, she was met with a warm bundle of a squirming little boy. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Dexter curled up to her side. Her eyes moved over to the right, where she saw Kyle asleep on his stomach. Sprawled on his back was Damian who was snuffling in his sleep. Courtney didn’t want to make any sudden movements, not wanting to wake up if this was a dream. This was the first time that this had ever happened. Heck, this was the first time that the boys hadn’t cried out for Carrie or Chris during the night. She watched silently as Dexter came to, his twin following in his footsteps. Their dark heads were mussed from sleep, their lips curled up into identical smiles. “Sunny.” Damian crawled over Kyle’s back, planting himself in Courtney’s lap. Sunny was Damian speak for Good morning. Dexter shyly moved closer to Courtney, smiling at her. It was almost as if he were speaking to her with his eyes. Damian sat up, kissing Courtney’s cheek lightly, before he scampered back to Kyle. He crouched down by Kyle’s head, his fingers lifting up Kyle’s eyelids. “Sunny?” Kyle swatted at his hands gently, grumbling as he continued to sleep. Damian laughed, repeating his actions. Finally, Kyle sat up, a little disoriented. His eyes took a second to focus, but when they did, they were as wide as saucers. “Did you bring them in here?” Courtney shook her head, smiling as she sat Dexter on her lap. He didn’t complain, or cry, which made her feel even better. “No. I just woke up and found them sleeping with us.” Kyle nodded slowly as he tried to digest the information. He was so used to tending to at least one of the boys crying all the time, that he just couldn’t believe it. Damian got up on his chubby legs, bouncing up and down on the bed. “Bouncy!” He urged the three other people on the bed to do the same, continuing to bounce until they all followed suit. The Banks/Valenti house saw laughter and happiness for the first time in weeks, the dark cloud of gloom, slowly fading away to make room for sunshine. After having tired of bouncing, the four of them fell into a heap on the bed. Kyle held Damian in his arms, as he looked into Courtney’s smiling face as she cuddled little Dexter in her arms. He lay his back against the bed, sending out a silent prayer of thanks for this morning. For being able to see that beautiful smile of Courtney’s that had been missing from her face for so long. Maybe today was the beginning of a new day, in all senses of the word. **************** “Eat up your breakfast, little man.” Max looked down at Noah as he drank from his mug of coffee. Noah held up his bowl that was now filled with just milk, bringing it up to his lips to slurp. He put the bowl back down as he reached for his lunch sack, his little hands digging through it. “PB&J sanwich no cwusts.” He placed down his sandwich, digging into the brown paper bag again. “YooHoo.” He frowned when he didn’t find what he was looking for. He rifled through the bag again, finally flipping it over to hopefully spill out any of it’s remaining contents. Max looked at him curiously. “What are you doing?” “I’m looking for my fruit roll up. Momma always packs it with my lunch.” Max’s ears flushed, as he began a coughing fit at the mention of fruit roll ups. “You ok, daddy?” Liz breezed into the room, looking every bit the part of a glowing pregnant woman. She kissed her son good morning, as she rubbed her hand down Max’s back soothingly. “Better now?” “Y-yeah.” Max’s voice was slightly hoarse, his face a thousand different shades of scarlet as he remembered why there were no more fruit roll ups. Liz grinned at him. “Momma, how come I didn’t get a fruit roll up in my lunch?” He asked innocently. Liz bit back her laughter, as she raised an eyebrow to her husband, silently asking if that’s what prompted his coughing fit. Max blushed some more as he tried to nod as subtly as he could. Liz just hid her laughter behind a wide smile. “I’m sorry, honey, but I ate the last one. We’ll have to buy some more later.” She looked behind her, as she eyed Max hotly. “Definitely have to get some more,” she whispered. Max began another coughing fit, quietly excusing himself to the bathroom. The sound of a car’s horn, honking outside, alerted Liz to Amy’s arrival. She turned to Noah as she grabbed his back pack. “C’mon honey, that’s your ride.” Noah grabbed his lunch, feeling a little cheated that he didn’t get all of his regular lunch. He kissed Liz goodbye, as he strapped himself into Amy’s car. **************** Amy drove quietly down the school route, humming softly to the radio. Jade looked over at Noah’s brown lunch bag, as she tapped her plastic X-men lunch box. “Wanna trade?” Noah nodded excitedly, handing Jade his brown paper bag as he reached for her lunch box. Jade pulled it away from him, shaking her head at him like he was crazy. “Na uh. Tell me what you got, first.” **************** Mrs. Vasquez entered her office, surprised to see Angie Taylor sitting there. She looked confused for a second. “Angie? I didn’t call you down here, did I?” Angie shook her head. “No, actually, I was just hoping you could help me with something.” Mrs. Vasquez took a seat behind her desk. “Sure. What can I do for you?” “I’d like to drop Mr. Evans’ sixth period English class.” Mrs. Vasquez frowned, as she listened to Angie’s request. “But you’d have to rearrange your whole schedule.” Angie just nodded. “I understand that.” She punched in a few buttons on her computer as she tried to figure out a way to change Angie’s schedule. “Is there a reason why you want to change his class, this late into the semester? I remember that you were in here the first day the schedules were sent out, asking to be put in his class.” Angie gave her a weak smile. “His class just isn’t for me. I see that now.” Mrs. Vasquez printed up Angie’s new schedule. “Well, I don’t know how much better this will be, considering you’re going to have P.E first period instead of after lunch.” She handed it to Angie. Angie looked it over. “But I’m not in Mr. Evans’ class anymore, right?” Mrs. Vasquez nodded. “Just as you asked. I’ve signed you up with Mrs. Bertier’s English class.” Angie stood up. “Thank you Mrs. Vasquez. I appreciate all of your help.” She let herself out, leaving the guidance counselor alone. Mrs. Vasquez shook her head, as she propped her feet onto the table, her hands resting behind her head. “Kids...”