Clark's POV

          It had begun as any Saturday did. I had awakened at the ungodly hour, as Chloe called it, of dawn to help my parents around the farm. I did it at normal speed because it was early and I needed to pass the time. When I finished, I journeyed up to my Fortress of Solitude to just relax and think about nothing in particular but Chloe seemed to dominate my thoughts. I took as my missing her because she had gone to Metropolis for a week and would return that weekend. Clark knew that he had more than missed his friend; he had missed her bright smile, her twinkling and mischievous eyes and her wit, which stayed as sharp as a tack. It was then that I heard footsteps upon the stair to my fortress.

            When I opened my eyes, a head of russet hair popped up instead of a head of flippy flaxen locks. I felt my smile falter but I didn't think that she had noticed.

            " Hey Lana."

            " Hi Clark."

            " What brings you to the Fortress of Solitude?"

            " Just wanted to see what you were up to."

            " Oh nothing much, Lana, just doing some thinking."

            " Thinking about what," she asked flirtatiously

            Lana was flirting with me, this was curious. Wait, why am I not panting or fainting.

            " Actually, it's a who."

            " Oh I'm sorry, who were you thinking of someone special."

            " Oh uh well," he stuttered with a bright smile upon his handsome face," Chloe."

            " Oh," said Lana who sounded as if the name had hurt her.

            " Um, Lana are you okay."

            " Huh, oh yea, it was just well anyways, just wanted to visit you; I have to get to the Talon because Nell has the flu."

            " My mom always keeps a container of homemade soup in the fridge, you can take it to Nell."

            "No thanks Clark, she'll be fine; I think its one of those 24 hours bugs."

            " Alright, I'm heading to Chloe's want me to walk you part of the way."

            " No, Im okay, Clark."

            " Okay, we'll stop by then."

            " I'll make sure that Chloe's mocha espresso with a double shot of foam and caramel is ready."

            " Thanks, Lana."

            " No problem, Clark."

            " Lana?"

            " Yeah, Clark."

            " You know that you can talk to me about anything, right."

            " Yeah, I know."

            She left after that.

            " I wonder what she really wanted to talk about, hmmm."

            Wait, I should be more interested right. That was Lana Lang, the girl I've loved since before I knew what love was. Maybe I was sick. I was beginning to get restless and I wanted to see Chloe badly.

            " I just missed her a lot."

            Uh-huh, mocked my subconscious

            " I do."

            Then I chuckled to myself.

            " Great I'm a superhero that's talking to myself."

            When I headed outside, I saw my parents getting into the truck so I jogged over to them.

            " Hey where are you guys going?"

            " Hi son," said my dad," we're going into town to run some errands."

            " Oh okay, I'm heading over to Chloe's," I said and then I looked at my blushing mother. Her eyes were sparkling.

            " Mom, are you feeling okay."

            " What, oh yes, son I feel fine."

             I looked at my parents weirdly because that's how they were acting and I watched as they drove off, their laughter floating on the wind.

            " Sometimes, I think that I'm the normal one in my family."

            A gentle breeze swayed the endless stalks of corn as I kicked a stone down the path ahead of me. When the Sullivan house came into my view, my heart began to beat faster. I'm just going to see Chloe, I've walked this path so many times, so why am I nervous? This is Chloe, I told myself, my nest friend who is like sister to me. Yea a sister with nice breasts. WHOA!!!!!! Now where did that come from? Bad thoughts, Clark, think good thoughts. Okay, I can do this; I can do this I chanted like a mantra. Apple pipe, American Pie, fornicating, naked Chloe, whipped cream.

            I stopped before I stepped onto the porch. Okay, Kent, get yourself together. Breathing regularly, I stepped onto the wrap around porch of the Sullivan's house and rang the doorbell. The kitchen window was open and I clearly heard someone say," DAMN IT!"

            The door opened and there she stood. Her hair shining like spun gold and the ends flipped out in every direction. Her eyes burning with a silent passion and her mouth, so soft and pink, and hands covered with gooey stuff. She smiled brightly at him and said," Hi, Clark."

            " Um hey Chloe um you have some stuff on your face."

            It looks like cum, Clark, wouldn't you like to cum on Chloe's face. STIOP IT!!!! I yelled to myself and my hormones. No naughty thoughts. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and shifted from one foot to the other.

            " Oh this, its nothing."

            " Oh."

            " Come on in."

            I stepped into the kitchen that I knew almost as well as I knew my own. I heard her close the door and then she said," I was eating marshmallow fluff."

            " Marshmallow what?"

            " Marshmallow fluff, farmboy, don't tell me you've never eaten marshmallow fluff, it's the greatest invention since the typewriter."

            I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. She mush have read my mind because she then said," Here, try it."

            She walked over to a counter, her back to me and grabbed a small white jar. She came in front of me with a finger covered in a gooey substance. My next move was not of my own volition it just kinda happened. Suddenly, I had sweetness flooding my mouth while I sucked gently on Chloe's finger and I looked at her. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes were cloudy. She looked entranced and I felt her shiver. When all of the mixture was licked cleanly off of Chloe's finger, I let it fall from my mouth. A usually candid Chloe stood shocked and speechless.