8 pm. Malcolm is siting in his room, in front of his writing desk, reading a science magazine. Doors are opened. He wears grey T-shirt, blue shorts and white sneakers. He is reading science magazine. Reeses is siting on his bed, preparing himself for something. When he is finaly done and he stands up, he is wearing orange helmet, white working gloves, and set brown boots. He also wears heavy black backpack over his backs. Malcolm notices that and glares at him.
-Don't ask-Reese says.
-Reese, are you sure that we need ten cans of egg punch?-Dewey asks from kitchen.
-I done that before!-Reese screams, then looks back at Malcolm.-Don't wait for us-he says him and walks away, closing the doors behind.-Hury up, Dewey! They will close a Zoo in less than two hours!
Now, with Reese and Dewey gone, Hal at Abe's house playing pocker and Lois working night shift at Lucky Aide, he is left home alone. Well, ALMOST alone. Jamie is here. Hope he won't do any problems.
It's middle of April. He's in 11th grade, and school will soonly be over. He was studyng from 4 to 7:30 pm. Now he will just relax and read new number of this scientific magaz...
-YAHHHHAAASHHHJ!
Oh, great! Jamie is cryng.
Just ignore him. You can't try to calm him down every time when he cries a little. He will stop eventualy. Just stay here and continue reading. He'll stop.
But, minutes are coming, and Malcolm simply can't concentrate. Finaly, he angrily dumps magazine on the floor and runs downstair, to Jamie's bed.
He checks on him. Diaper isn't full. Lois feeded him half hour ago, before she went on work.
Oh, right! That stupid toy!
Jamie has his favorite toy, some old rabbit, and he cries almost always when that toy isn't near him. Now, there is no that toy anywhere around. Great.
Where the hell is it... Oh, right! He forget it at Cynthia earlier this day, while returning her a book. She needs her to get him back that toy, or Jamie will drive him crazy with that cryng.
But, how to get to her house? It's raining. Lois drove away their only car to work. He searches whole house. No umbrellas, no raincoats. Reese and Dewey must've tooked them all for... whatever they need them.
The best thing he can is to call Cynthia and ask her to come to his house and bring that toy. She has a car, hope it is avalible tonight. Perhaps it's not very polite, but what else can he do?
He walks into kitchen and dials Cynthia's number. She answers after second ring.
-Hello?
-Hi, Cynthia. It's Malcolm.
-Oh. What do you need?
-I'm home alone with Jamie and because of some... reasons I can't come to your place, and I think I may forgot his toy at you, and, well, he can't stop cryng now. Can you look for it and drove to my place if you found it, please?
-Sure, I'll look for it right now.
-OK, bye.
-Bye.
Malcolm sits at kitchen table. He can't concentrate on reading that magazine anymore.
He actualy feels little bit uncomftorable around Cynthia lately. Strangely, he feels that is because they are geting much closer lately. He didn't had girlfriend for eight months now, he was never very close with his family, and he barely even sees Stevie lately, because right now Stevie working on two science projects, so he realy has no many other people simmilair to him to hang out with.
But, he feels like she wants... well, something more than that. And, he is even more afraid that... he wants that too.
Altough they were never dating, they had some sort of relationship, friendship kind of, and that was actualy longest relationship he ever had with some girl. He broke up with his latest girlfriend eight months ago and before and after that tried to have relationships with many other girls, and he slowly but finaly came to conclusion that she would best girlfriend for him, judging by the way she talks with him, likes him, understands him... And he never actualy saw her as physicaly atractive, but she is, at least... cute. And he would actualy like be with her, kiss her, feel her... But still... They are very young and he likes her as a friend, and very little people stay in relationship they started in High school, so they could easily broke up and not have any sort of relationship as a result. Of course, it is still unclear does SHE wants HIM in a first place. At first, she was obiously very interested in him, maybe even in romantic way, but they are only friends for years, so that could easily turn her off. He shouldn't wait so long. He realy is a jerk!
Suddenly, he hears doorbell ringing. He walks to front doors, unlocks them and opens them. He sees Cynthia standing in front of front doors, wearing blue jeans and brown coat, and holds yellow umbrella in her hand. Her car is parked near by.
-Come in-Malcolm offers, leting her coming inside. She leaves umbrella on the floor near front doors, takes her coat of and puts it on old chair near by. She wears red T-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers. She tooks toy from right pocket of her coat and handles it to Malcolm, who tooks it.
-Oh, thank you very much-he says.
-You're welcolme-he says.
-I found it under my kitchen table.
Malcolm simply handles toy to Jamie, who tooks it and calls down almost right away.
-Malcolm...
-Yes?
-Can I... Stay here for a while.
Malcolm glares at her.
-My parents are away-she says-and our TV is broken, and I just got here, so...
-Oh, of course-Malcolm agrees.-You... uhm... make yourself comftorable. I need to... get something done upstairs, in my room.
-Sure-she knods.
Malcom knods and walks upstairs. Cynthia walks around a little, looking around, then sits on couch in living room, notices TV remote on coffe table in front of it, tooks it, turns on the TV, and puts remote back.
Some romantic comedy is on channal 7. Altough it rains quite a bit, luckily, there is still a signal.
Cynthia was never quite sure what kind of relationship she and Malcolm had. She isn't sure what kind of relationship they have now either. They always seemed like friends and nothing more. But, she always seemed to be more interested in him, in every possible aspect, then he was for her.
But, despite the fact what kind of relationshipthey had or they have, she is... she is in love with him.
She knows lots of people probably think that she has a crush on him from moment she meet him, but she knows that's not true. She liked him right away and was orobably falling in love with him during that period, but that final feeling never hited her till about 18 months ago...
They were walking through school hallway and, for some reason, he smiled at her. And she smiled back.
And then she felt it. And there was no going back. It actualy tooked her three months to finaly confess herself that.
Love is a strange feeling. It makes you feel happier, stronger, and able to found joy in stuff you previously couldn't, even if that person doesn't loves you back, or you don't know does he or she loves you back or not. And every moment you spend with person you love seems like paradise for you.
But, if that feels so good, actualy being, dating with that person, will be... perfect.
They are geting realy close now. He broke up with his last girlfriend eight months ago. She realy should, at least, TRY something. But what? She never done anything simmilair before.
Feeling thirsty, she walks to fridge and tooks can of Cola from it, then stops. After short thinking, she tooks one other can of Cola from fridge, closes fridge doors, and walks upstairs, holding one Coca Cola can in each hand. Room doors are opened. She sees Malcolm siting at his writing desk, reading something. She walks in. Malcolm notices her, and he stops reading.
Cynthia walks towards him and stops when she walks closer to him.
-I thought to myself that you would, you know, want one too-she says.
-Oh... Thank you.
-You're welcolme-she smiles and handles him the can. He smiles too and tooks it. When he holds it, she continues holding it for second or two, gently rubing her fingers against his. When she realizes what is she doing, and notices that he starts feeling quite uncomftorable and turning red in face very quickly, she moves her hand of the can, leting him to hold it himself, and silently coffs a little, looking down on the floor, then walks few feets away and starts walking around his room, looking around. She opens the can and tooks a sip of Coca Cola.
Suddenly, Jamie starts cryng loudly again.
-I'll come down to check on him-Malcolm says and walks downstairs, holding still unopenedvcan of Coca Cola in his hand.
Cynthia sits on Malcolm's bed and continues looking around the room. She notices closet near bed. After short thinking, she puts can away on the floor, sneaks to closet and silently opens it.
Strangely, closet is almost completly empty. They are barely few clothing idoms there. One of them is Malcolm's white T-shirt, wich he wears during his gym class. She knows it is his because she saw him wearing it in school yard during gym class few times, and his name is writen on back of it.
She knows he had gym class today. T-shirt looks fairly clean, but it is obiously unwashed.
Cynthia carefully picks up the shirt, moves it closer to her face and smells it.
Smell is not something of course, more like sweat and grass, but it is different. It is HIS. She never expected that but suddenly, she feels her heart beating quickly, and feels strange, pleasant tingly feelings appearing in down part of her stomack and slowly moving lower.
She moves T-shirt lower, between her legs, and starts rubing it. Man, that feels good! Too bad Malcolm won't do that to her...
She lets out a muffled gasp, closing her eyes, and feels her juices slowly driping down into her panties. Almost immediately after that, she hears Malcolm climbing back upstairs.
She quickly puts T-shirt back on it's place and closes closet doors as quick and queit possible, runs back to his bed, picks up can from the floor, almost spilling it, and runs to window in very corner of a room, and tooks another sip of Cola while looking through a window, just in moment as Malcolm walks in.
-He somehow managed to throw his favorite toy in another corner of a room-he explains, stands in front of his desk, opens can and tooks big sip of Cola, then notices Cynthia.
-What are you doing?-he asks.
-Hmm?-she moams, glaring at him, acting suprised.-Oh... Just... looking how weather is going. Does it still rains and like that.
-Oh-Malcolm says and sits back at his desk, and continues reading magazine.
Cynthia puts can on window shelf and walks very close to him from behind, then gently puts her warm hands on his neck.
Malcolm feels shivers going down his spine. His first reaction was to ask her something like What on Earth are you doing?, but he soonly realized that he isn't sure would he like to know the answers. However, he is sure that this is more than a friendly touch. He should stop it, but it feels so good that he realy doesn't care.
-You read a lot?-Cynthia asks him, while rubing his neck and shoulders with her hands.
-Yes-Malcolm whispers, with his eyes closed.
-So, I guess you are siting a lot-Cynthia concludes.-That can cause pain inneck and back eria. That isn't good, especialy for someone your age. This can realy help you.
-This feels good-he moams silently.
While pressing her fingers stronger against his skin, she bends down a little and slowly moves her face closer to his hair, smelling it. It smells on coconut shampoee. She lets out a load gasp in his left ear.
Malcolm feels increasing pressure in his pants. Cynthia moves her hands lower, from his neck to his chest, and rubs her head against his.
-I like feeling you...-she whispers.-I... I want you...
Malcolm finaly makes courige to open his eyes, seeing her face very close to his.
Malcom moves his face even more closer to hers and presses his lips against hers, kissing her.
After that, he moves face away and they look at each other for few seconds, like they think What the hell just happened?, but then Cynthia kisses him back.
Malcolm expected that she will eventualy move her lips of his, but she doesn't, so he decides to play along.
He was kissing with girls few times olready, but this seems like something completly new to him. Cynthia obiously doesn't have some experience in that either. However, they soonly found their way. She manages to slip her tongue in his mouths, alouding him to taste her. He pushes her tongue deeper into her mouths, and she lets out muffled moam. He slowly moves his hands down her backs, feeling her bra.
They stand up, continuing kissing, and Cynthia gently touches his scrotum, feeling his penis pressing against the fabric. They sit on his bed, and he grabs her shirt. Suddenly, they stop kissing and look at each other for few seconds, till Cynthia knods her head.
Malcolm slowly pulls up her shirt and takes it of her, revealing her breasts, cup size C, he would say, in tight red bra. He slowly starts unbuttoning it. He can't do that fast because his hands are shaking. He hopes that Cynthia won't notice.
After few seconds, he finaly unbuttons it and slowly takes it of her, puting on bed few inches away, revealing her breasts with olready slightly erected small pink nipples.
Cynthia's eyes stay concentrated on Malcolm's face, like she is expecting him to make a next move or to make a comment. His eyes stay focused on her breasts. He never actualy saw women's breasts before, except in some pornography magazines and once when he saw his mother naked (ew!), so this is something completly new for him. He never saw bare breasts of women for real, especialy not breasts of young woman who likes him, and whom he likes too, so he isn't quite sure what to do. They look so beautiful, so damm hot, that he can't keep his eyes away from them, and her whole body, actualy, and pressure in his pants is growinh more and more, making him more uncomftorable. This is geting kinda awkward, and he needs to do something. Because of that, he does something wich every teenager with IQ 165 would do in this kind of situation.
Screw it, he thinks for himself, I'll just do first thing that hits my mind.
He slowly bends his head lower and moves it closer to her breasts. He olready can feel her heart beating in excitment. He slowly touches her right breast with his lips, then kisses it. For first time, he feels her soft, warm, smooth skin on his lips and shivers wich are going through her body. She moams softly and puts her hand on back of his head, rubing his hair. He gently licks her right nipple, feeling it geting harder, and holds her soft, warm shoulders with his hands, then pulls her down on the bed and starts kissing her face and neck.
-You're damm hot, you know that?-he asks her in brief pauses between kisses.-You're beautiful.
-Just continue-she moams, licking his ear.
Catching him with mouths free, she holds his chin with her hand and slowly pulls his head closer to her face, then passionately kisses him in mouths, while rubing his backs and muscular shoulders with her hand.
He backs of a little and tooks of his shirt. Before he can put it away, Cynthia tooks it and smells it, before puting it away on the bed.
She presses her right leg against his and gently pulls him of her, causing him to roll down on bed, on his backs. She lies down on her knees, above him. Licking her lips, she gently rubs bench on the middle of his pants, causing him to let a loud gasp with his eyes closed, then she grabs sides of his pants and slowly rolls them down to his ankles, then finaly takes them off and dumps them on the floor, revealing his strong, slightly hairy legs and his blue boxers, showing his hard penis pressed against it's fabric.
-I see you are having a good time-Cynthia smiles.
She starts gently rubing his legs with her arms, geting very close to his penis, and then pulling them back down, teasing him and causing his cock to pop out and enlarge even more.
-You're a bad girl, you know that?-Malcolm whispers.
-Thanks to you-she smiles, then finaly grabs top of his penis with her fingers and gently squeezes it, while looking at it in excitement, biting her lower lip. Malcolm is looking at her with lust and incredible pleasure in his eyes. Very soon, some pre-cum comes out, passing through fabric off his boxers and coming on her finger tips. She moves her hand closer to her mouths and thirstily licks pree-cum from her fingers, keeping eye contact with Malcolm the whole time.
-Please, continue-Malcolm moams.-You have magical hands.
-Perhaps-she agrees.-But I believe it's your turn now-she says, giving him a naughty smile.
-You asked for it!-Malcolm warns her.
He grabs top of her jeans and quickly unbuttons them, then rolls them down and takes them off her, with help of his feets, revealing her long legs with beautiful smooth skin and her cute tushy covered with tight red panties. He slowly pulls his hands down her backs and tushy, makes his way to her panties, and finaly pulls them of her and dumps them on the floor, revealing her now very wet, warm, recently shaved pussy, wich he briefly touches with his fingers, causing her to left a pleasant moam.
She grabs his boxers and finaly pulls them of him and dumps them somewhere near by, leting his hard, five inch long cock to come out. She slowly moves her pussy closer to his penis, and, finaly, pushes it on it, leting him enter her. She is doing so till his whole penis comes into her.
Malcolm gasps when he feels pleasant warmth and wetness of her body on his penis. He grabs her tushy and backs and starts pulling her closer, thrusting in her.
Soonly, he feels something stoping him, like piece of skin or something, bit when he presses her a bit harder, he feels it is gone.
Cynthia lets out long, strange moam, like she is in pain first, then in pleasure afterwards.
-You OK?-Malcolm asks, slightly woried.
-Just continue-she moams.
Malcolm puts his hands over her breasts and slowly starts moving them across them, causing his penis to get even more hard and go even more deep into her, causing her to start moaming uncontrolably.
He moves his hands from her breasts up to her shoulders and suddenly pushes her down on the bed. Now with more balance, he starts thrusting himself into her as deep as he can.
Cynthia starts cuming, while sweat is dripping down her neck and backs. In this moment, she even has no strength to moam. She will never realise how Malcolm can has so much sexual energy. Maybe he olready had sex? Or maybe he likes her much more than she thinks? But she'll think about it later. Right now, she simply doesn't cares about that.
Malcolm starts kissing her neck and moves lower to her breasts, then her belly button.
Suddenly, she feels incredible warmth and unbelivably good tingly feelings spreading through her whole body. She starts squinting, and feels her juices runing down from her abdomen eria down to her pussy, where they finaly come out, causing that warmth and tingly feelings to increase thousand percent more, making her scream uncontrolably in mixture of lust, excitement and pleasure.
As soon great amount of her warm juices start weting his penis, Malcolm feels like hundreds of pleasant vibrations and shivers hited his body, and, while leting out loud gasp, he finaly comes, ejaculating into her.
He slowly moves himself from her and lies down on the bed, on his backs. She manages to stand up little bit and lies next to him, resting her head on his warm chest.
-This was wonderfull-she whispers to his ear.
-Not more than you-he says, then kisses her forehead.
So... M rated het fic. There aren't many in this fandom. Fresh change in this fandom!
I don't think I will write chapter 2... except if you want it :)
Big thanks to MallorylnTheMiddle for helping me out with this fic.
This is my first M rated Malcolm in the middle fic, so I guess it could work out better, but I hope you enjoyed in it anyway.
