(A/N: April 18, 2018. That's the last time I posted on here. I am so sorry for anyone who's a fan of mine and was worried that I stopped writing altogether or that something was wrong. Basically...some real life shit went down and my mind went to a very dark place and...fan fiction didn't appeal to me as much. I started writing original stuff on Literotica a lot more. I could just get more of what I wanted to get out...out, without having to worry about would this character actually do that or whatever. And now I'm trying really hard to write a novel(I'm at 80,000 words. Woo!) and to take that seriously and possibly get it published and whatnot so I am writing, you're just not seeing it. I will warn anyone who wants to look at my Literotica stuff that it is fetishy as fuuuuuck, and you have been warned. That said, I've been doing little bits of fan fiction here and there but I just thought it was callous to post it when I have no idea when I'll finish them and I have sooo many unfinished stories on here. But...fuck it. It's been almost a year since I've posted anything on here so here you go. Not sure when I'll finish this story if you like it but I'm trying. It'll be easier when I get a new job and have more free time.

That said, this story was actually an idea of Makokam's. Originally. My brain went weird places with it and I don't think it's even slightly what he had originally planned lol. But I still really like this story and just this...scary version of Mindy. I will warn you that this story is a little rapey. Like...it's tricky, there's more...reluctance than outright nonconsent, but fear is involved in that which makes it a little...eh...but if that sort of thing isn't your bag then I totally understand. As always, positive or negative, I feed on reviews like this community feeds on hating Katie, so do them. You never know when I'll read one and be like, "Hot damn. I really need to write another chapter in that story." It happens more than you think lol.)

There were times that Dave wondered why people in the area would even take the chance of committing crimes. There's the risk of death, the risk of police and most importantly, the risk of Hit Girl. Kick Ass did what was necessary. They went after him, he put them down hard and sure he got off a little on being a badass but Mindy was something else entirely.

He watched from his peripheral vision as Hit Girl tore through her foes with a sadistic glee. She wanted to kill them. It was her instinct. The only reason she didn't was because of Dave. He'd convinced her that it was easier to work with the police if there weren't a pile of bodies in their wake. Kick Ass was literally the difference between murderer Mindy and beating the shit out of people Mindy. And that scared him about her. Well…it was one of the things that scared him about her.

Once the drug dealers were taken care of, they were tied up and they called the police and got out of there. "Think we should call it a night?" Kick Ass asked, stretching as they watched from rooftop to see when the police showed up.

"Eh, yeah that's fine." Hit Girl sighed. "Marcus won't be asleep forever. Wish we could do this more consistently…"

Dave blinked, turning to his partner. "Do you really have to drug him?"

"You know how he is." Mindy grumbled, "He's as stubborn as I am. The only reason we're able to hang out is because he thinks we aren't doing this shit anymore. I have to know that there's no chance of him catching me out at night. I only do it when he has a long time between shifts. He works hard. He doesn't question it."

Dave nodded. He didn't like the moral leaps there but there was little he could say logically in argument to it. Sometimes it felt like trying to keep Mindy at least somewhat moral and not going too dark himself defined their relationship. Not that he could talk. His dad worked nights. It was convenient in his case as long as he was back before his father got home.

"We still on for tomorrow?" Hit Girl asked, standing as she saw the police lights in the distance.

"Um…not entirely sure, actually…" Kick Ass nervously scratched his masked head. "Katie's dad is going on a trip for the next two days so she's been very…affectionate with the extra freedom."

"Well, I guess that's cool. It's good that you two can make the whole her dad hating your guts thing work out." Hit Girl commented as they made their way towards Dave's place.

"Heh, well that's kind of the usual when you're dating someone's daughter. Just part of the deal."

"Seems like more trouble than it's worth to me. But I'm not the one fucking her." Mindy replied with a shrug.

"Says the girl who drugs her cop guardian so that she can be a superhero." Dave teasingly shot back.

"That's for the mission." Hit Girl corrected. "That's different."

"Of course, of course." Dave smirked, slowing down as they got intown and eventually reached his window. A small shock of anxiety going through him after he stepped inside.

"Night." Mindy started to leave and then turned back. "Dave?"

"Yeah?" Dave tried to keep his eyes from visibly bulging, his heart immediately starting to pound in his chest.

"Can't you come over tomorrow for a little bit?" She asked, avoiding eye contact. "I could really use the help. It's not like we'll be going out tomorrow night. You can still spend all evening with her. Please?"

Dave sighed. "Yeah, yeah sure. We can work on it after class. But I can't stay long."

Mindy grinned and launched herself at Dave into an attack hug. "Thank you Dave!"

Dave embarrassingly flinched at the "attack" but returned the embrace. "Anytime. You know I'm here for you."

And there it was. Mindy would sometimes get this expression when she looked at Dave, especially when they were alone like this. Almost entirely when they were alone like this. And it scared him shitless each and every time. But both heroes were distracted by a familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "Your dad's home early. We shouldn't cut it so close next time." Hit Girl said with a grin. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Tomorrow…" Dave muttered, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw the pint-sized hero heading out the window. Quickly taking off his costume, Dave settled into bed for what he hoped would be a peaceful rest.

"Awwww she's so cute!" Katie exclaimed excitedly as she watched Mindy and the other cheerleaders practicing.

"Don't let her hear you say that." Dave chuckled, turning from the practice to look at his girlfriend.

"Well she can't hear me all the way up here can she? So she's fucking adorable." Katie teased, sticking out her tongue. "Is she doing better now? I know skipping grades like that can be tough. Even if her size makes her great for being at the top of the pyramid."

"It's not as weird for her this year. People tend to just think she's a really smart freshman." Dave replied. "You ever think about being a cheerleader?"

Katie frowned, immediately shaking her head. "I'm not flexible enough."

"I beg to differ." Dave grinned back. "I could think of a few ways we could work on that."

"Oh really? Naughty boy." Katie leaned in to give Dave a kiss. "Maybe I'll just…look into getting a cheerleader outfit just for you. A really short one."

"I love the way you think sometimes." Dave replied with a chuckle, returning the kiss. He couldn't help it. He glanced over during the kiss to Mindy and surely enough she was looking right at them, an odd intensity to her gaze. Why was he the only one who noticed these things? Regardless, it threw him off the small makeout session, not that Katie noticed.

"Well…you wouldn't have to just love the way I think if you came home with me." Katie pointed out. "I'll be all alone. All lonesome and horny on my own."

Dave groaned with frustration. "I promised I'd help her with Algebra today. She's having trouble with the formulas. Trust me. There's no place I'd rather be than in your place with your father not home."

"What about your place when your father's not home?" Katie asked, coyly.

"Your bed's more comfortable." Dave shot back with a grin.

"I don't know." Katie giggled. "The way yours squeaks if you put any force more than just laying on it has its own charm."

The whistle indicating the end to cheerleading practice sounded drawing Dave and Katie's attention. The cheerleaders huddled together and after a few announcements they dispersed, Mindy quickly running to the duo. "How did I do?"

"I thought you were awesome." Dave said with a smile.

Mindy gave Dave a look and then rolled her eyes. "No offense Dave but you were probably too busy ogling the other cheerleaders to actually see what I was doing."

Dave's eyes immediately bulged. "I-…no I wasn't!"

"You better not have been!" Katie playfully threatened with a poke to Dave's ribs. "Well, I was paying attention."

"When you weren't making out with Dave." Mindy pointed out with a wink.

"We only did that…twice…" Katie defended before seeing Dave throw up a different number of fingers. "Okay, three times. Point is I was watching, and you were killing it out there. Makes me feel all out of shape."

Mindy turned to Dave, waited a second for him to talk on his own and then gave him a hard nudge with her elbow.

"Ow! What?! What'd I do?"

"What Dave means of course is that he's completely happy with your 'shape' as it is." Mindy responded with a groan.

"Oh! Right! Of course. You know you're perfect." Dave recovered, putting his arm around his thankfully amused girlfriend.

"Ugh!" Mindy shook her head, putting her hand on Katie's shoulder. "Forgive him. He means well. And when you realize you're too good for him, I'll still be here for you."

"Hey!" Dave protested.

"Awww." Katie purred, embracing the petite cheerleader. "I guess I can give him another shot then. He'll just have to make it up to me after your little cram session today."

Mindy's head immediately dropped. "I'm sorry. He told me you two had plans. I just want to keep my grades up."

"I took Algebra as well, remember? Those tests were brutal." Katie agreed. "Don't worry about it. Grades are important. I'm glad Dave can help you."

"Sure you don't want to join us?" Mindy offered.

Katie immediately winced, glaring slightly at Dave's snicker. "Me and Algebra have this relationship where we decided that we mutually hate each other. You two have fun."

"I'll miss you." Dave said with a sly grin as he kissed Katie.

"You better." Katie returned the grin and smiled more warmly at Mindy. "Good luck. Kick that test's ass."

Mindy winked back with a smile. "See you tomorrow." She waved, leaving with Dave as the two heroes left and began to walk to her place.

"Still weird seeing you as a cheerleader." Dave chuckled to himself.

"In the words of Eliza Dushku, this school has no gymnastics team. This is a last resort." Mindy said with a shrug.

"When did she say that?"

Mindy looked at Dave with a sigh. "I both envy and hate the fact that you didn't get that reference. Must be nice not to have to learn a bunch of girly shit to be normal."

"Yeah. Being me is pretty sweet." Dave said proudly, immediately receiving another elbow.

"Asshole." Mindy growled. "Also, I heard what you two were saying about me."

"What?" Dave went on the defensive, genuinely trying to remember.

"I am not cute." Mindy mumbled. "Or adorable or any of the other shit she said."

"How the fuck did you hear that?" Dave asked with genuine awe.

"Psh! You forget who the fuck I am? I hear everything." Mindy let Dave think she had super hearing for a little while longer before she nudged him again. "I can read lips, dumbass. You know that."

"Ugh! Of course you can." Dave rolled his eyes. "That must come in really handy though."

"I can teach you. It's tricky especially when people slur their words or have a thick accent, but you'd get it eventually."

"That would be-" Dave paused as it hit him that lip reading training would be a one on one activity, which also brought on the dread that they were heading to another such activity. "-cool, but you're pretty busy. I don't want to take any more of your time."

"That's crazy talk." Mindy shook her head. "It will only help us. Just means I'll have another set of eyes when we have to do reconnaissance."

As the house came into view there was a slight panic inside Dave that grew with each step. Maybe he could convince her to study outside in the open even though it was cold or-

Dave's thought process stopped when he saw the police cruiser parked outside. Hallelujah! "Marcus is home?"

"He shouldn't be…" Mindy mumbled, the barest hint of irritation in her voice as they entered the house. "Marcus! Everything okay?"

"Not really…" The detective groaned from the other room. "I came down with something. They sent me right back home when I showed up. Was about to head to bed."

"You made him sick?" Dave harshly whispered to Mindy.

"That's not me." She responded back. "What I use is completely safe. People still get sick someti-" Mindy blinked as a lightbulb went off in her head. "Marcus? Is it your stomach?"

"Yeah…trust me. You'll never be happier we have separate bathrooms." Marcus muttered.

"Huh. You know…this makes me think of that shrimp we had last night. The one I said tasted funky and you ate anyway."

"There was nothing wrong with that shrimp. You're just a picky eater." Marcus retorted.

"Uh huh." Mindy replied sarcastically, "The fact that you got a stomach bug after eating it and I'm just fine is a total coincidence."

"In my experience, Mindy's senses are like Wolverine's. You don't question them." Dave chuckled, instantly noticing how close Mindy had gotten to him and then moving into the next room with Marcus.

Marcus slowly turned to face the duo, Mindy's outfit reminding him of why they were home so late. "How did the practice go?"

"It went really well! All the practicing I did to learn the routine really paid off. They said I was perfect for the top of the pyramid but I think that upset Chelsea, who keeps glaring at me but everyone else seems really nice. I kind of wish they didn't gossip so much but I can deal. I know way more about the boys' swimming team than I want to know." This got a short snicker from both Dave and Marcus, though it was pretty clear that while Marcus was trying to listen, that he really wasn't which cut Mindy's story short.

"Marcus, you look miserable. Why don't you head to bed?" Mindy offered. "I can make dinner myself."

"Sorry, Mindy. Probably not the most attentive today, am I?" Marcus apologized, forcing himself up.

"You need any help?" Dave offered, the relief of Marcus's presence fading bit by bit.

"Thanks, but I can make it." Marcus grumbled, moving at a slow but steady pace to the stairs. "Besides, if Mindy is wrong I don't want you catching whatever I got. I'll be fine."

"You want some soup or anything?" Dave asked out of both concern and a desire to buy some time.

Marcus frowned at the suggestion. "Thanks Dave, but I doubt I could keep it down. I'm fine. What'll make me feel better will be Mindy getting A's in Algebra."

"That's the plan." Mindy replied encouragingly. "Hope you feel better soon."

Marcus grumbled something in reply, but it was hard to hear now that he was at the top of the stairwell. But more importantly, now it was just Dave and Mindy.

"I guess…we should get started…" Dave mumbled, taking a dreaded seat at the desk. Mindy nodded and sat next to him way too closely than was needed and began to open her books. Once again, Dave's heart started pounding in his chest again as he pulled out his things as well.

"Okay, so to solve for this slope, which formula am I supposed to use?" Mindy sighed, pointing to the first problem. Dave sighed as well and began to explain the intricacies of Algebra, knowing full well Mindy didn't actually need the help. She was better at Algebra than he was. She was better at everything than he was. Her needing his help in anything short of backup when they were on patrol was laughable.

But Mindy's grades did slip slightly when she started the new year while Dave's stayed consistent. He knew she was full of shit, and she knew she was full of shit but there was no way to call her on it so he had to play along. Katie hated Algebra and while Marcus could help, Dave just made more sense because it was fresher in his mind. And Mindy planned this out to get alone time with him. Not that anyone would believe him, nor did he have any proof. He'd just sound paranoid, despite the fact that as he spoke, Mindy's fingers began to trail under the back of Dave's shirt and along the line of his jeans and playing with the band of his boxers.

It didn't fail. Almost any time they were alone together for an extended period, she was like this. They both pretended nothing was happening despite the fact that depending on how likely they were to get caught, she was all over him. It was pretty tame for the time being, probably because Marcus was home, sick or not. He had to leave his bedroom to get to his bathroom, which meant at any point he could come bursting out. It was Dave's only saving grace.

At least that was the case until Dave heard the shower running. Dave's eyes bulged and Mindy's roaming fingers stopped as she listened closely. While true, she couldn't hear what Dave and Katie had been talking about during a cheerleading rehearsal, making sure someone was still in the bathroom while the shower was running was apparently in her skill set.

And it wasn't like Dave hadn't tried to avoid these situations either. Mindy was just too good at orchestrating them. He even tried to sit on her right side so that her groping ability was hindered by needing that hand to write, but it turned out that Mindy was ambidextrous so…that…didn't work. Apparently happy with what she heard, Mindy leaned over, kissing Dave's neck and licking his earlobe. Not to mention her hand wasn't just roaming at this point but blatantly touching his dick over the layers his boxers and jeans provided.

Dave did his best to focus on the lesson, though currently Mindy was trying the formula out on her own. He was just waiting for her to need "help" and trying to make his erection go away, not that it was helping. The best he could do was to make a barrier between his junk and Mindy's hand by using his own hand. It was a time game. Her directness would fade when Marcus's shower was over.

"Is this right?" Mindy asked, her fingers tickling Dave's hand with the lightest of touches. He knew what her game was and to be honest, it was usually pretty effective, he just had to try not to react.

"Almost. This number is a and this one is b. You calculated everything else right." Dave answered, looking at the work Mindy had done on the desk. Unfortunately, that was distracting enough that he couldn't stop his hand from jerking at the ticking sensation and Mindy's hand had quickly found purchase on his zipper and there was now only one more layer between her fingers and his dick.

Dave had planned for this and he wore boxers that had buttons. He normally left those undone but with Mindy it was safer to err on the side of caution. Not that it helped too much. There were holes between the buttons and Mindy had small fingers, so she was still technically grabbing him despite the effort on Dave's behalf.

As an unspoken rule, once Mindy had direct purchase on Dave's cock, he stopped trying to stop her. Though this was mostly out of fear of what she would do his dick while having such a direct hold if he annoyed her. So Mindy continued to correct her equation, while using her other hand to undo the buttons of Dave's boxers while still keeping a grip on him. This did take extra time, which was the point, but if the point was to stop Mindy from pulling out his dick, then he failed.

Dave gripped the desk and bit back a moan as Mindy's hand began to stroke up and down his shaft, making use of his precum as lubrication. "So…this is right?" She asked calmly, indicating the problem.

Dave gasped and tried to focus on the problem, knowing full well that Algebra was the last thing currently on his mind. "Yeah, that's right. You're…unf….you're getting it…" He answered, knowing Mindy was a girl in a mission. Now that his dick was slippery enough, she was jerking him faster and faster, a twist of her hand each time to further intensify the sensation. She clearly wanted him to cum before Marcus's shower was over.

"I'll try to do the next one myself…" Mindy muttered, despite not actually doing the problem. Dave assumed it was because she was shaking so much from stroking him so vigorously that her writing would be messy. But at the moment, he was just trying to be quiet. This was especially hard when Mindy's palm would circle around the head of his cock every couple of strokes. His breathing was broken as he realized like in most things, Mindy was about to succeed in what she wanted to do.

He was only distracted when he noticed Mindy shifting her weight and when he looked down to see what she was doing, he saw that she'd lifted her skirt, not only showing Dave her panties, but indicating that she was aiming his cock, especially when she put one of her legs over his. Dave couldn't hold back anymore and he came hard, shooting his cum onto Mindy's exposed lap. As he panted, Mindy jerked out the last few drops of cum out of him and rubbed his dick clean along the side of her bare thigh.

Dave wasn't going to lie. If Katie had done that, it would have been hot as fuck. Just knowing that her short skirt would be the only thing hiding his cum from view would be so…deliciously naughty. But for a variety of reasons, having a girlfriend and Mindy being on the illegal side of statutory among them, he couldn't enjoy it. He also made the mistake that he always made in these situations. He looked at her.

You would expect Mindy to be smirking from a job well done, or lustful or even disgusted that he came on her thighs even though it was her fault. But instead, she was completely expressionless. There was no emotion on her face or in her eyes. It was like a tractor beam of the dead that he couldn't look away from. That was the main thing that scared him. There was absolutely no social cue to this situation.

Did she act like this because she enjoyed it? Did she act like this just to fuck with him? Was this some kind of test? Is she pissed that he doesn't reciprocate? Would she cut off his dick if he did? She's fucking Hit Girl. She could make a tea cup into a lethal weapon. She's already terrifying and this only added a sexual component to it that he didn't understand.

So Dave did what he always did. He tore his eyes away from her lifeless gaze and waited for her to do the equation she was supposed to be doing. Even then, he could see Mindy lowering her skirt back on her lap and slowly licking her fingers clean before she began on the problem again. She was in the process of writing when the shower stopped. Dave just wanted to roll his eyes at that point. He remembered how relieved he'd been when he saw Marcus's car and that hope had been utterly useless.

Dave just went through the motions of helping Mindy with her studies. At least she was done now and he could relax. Though he did notice that Mindy kept shifting her weight randomly. He glanced over to be sure and saw that it was because she was shifting from left to right and back repeatedly. It took him a second to put two and two together and realize that she was rubbing her thighs together and then he remembered what substance he'd very recently put on her thighs. Was she playing with it?

As Dave tried to figure it out he hadn't realized he was staring at Mindy's lap. He looked up suddenly with the realization and sure enough, the figurative black holes that were Mindy's eyes were looking right at him and he broke the contact as soon as he was able. He kept his focus on Algebra after that point. Soon enough the study session was done and as Dave left he did his damnedest not to notice how the front of Mindy's skirt was sticking to her legs at certain points.

"Thanks for the help." Mindy said flashing a smile. It wasn't a real smile, not that anyone other than him would notice. It looked genuine enough, but Dave knew the Mindy that no one else got to see. Most of the emotions and mannerisms she used were for her social camouflage. Regardless, he smiled back and held out his fist for a bump which was returned.

"You got this." Dave stated encouragingly. She damn well better. If she didn't pass that test tomorrow Dave was going to be pissed. If she was going to fake being bad at Algebra then the least she could do was not make him seem like a pointless tutor, despite how true that technically was.

"See you tomorrow, and Wednesday night after that." Mindy replied, straightening the skirt of her uniform which only drew Dave's attention to why it wasn't laying straight in the first place. He also noticed the way she stressed 'Wednesday night' which meant that she was telling him that they were going patrolling the night after tomorrow.

"Um…is Marcus going to be alright?" Dave asked, hoping Mindy got that he was actually asking if drugging him when he's already sick was a good idea.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be better once he gets some sleep." Mindy replied, looking upstairs. "Just hope he'll be able to keep down some food tomorrow."

Dave sighed. He assumed Mindy knew more about the medical shit than he did. So he gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Alright. I'm out." Dave stated with a wave.

"Have fun." Mindy taunted suggestively.

"Oh I will!" Dave shot back as he started his walk to Katie's. The walk ended up becoming a brisk jog. Whenever Mindy was like that it just threw him off his game. He just…didn't know what to do about her. And there was no one else he could talk to about it. Mindy was just so damn good at being "Mindy", on the very small list of people who knew he was Kick-Ass and knew who that Mindy was Hit Girl, none of them would believe him, and he couldn't blame them for that.

He tried to get the previous scene out of his head as he continued the distance to Katie's place. He could have gone home and drove but he needed the run, and while there were a lot of confused questions with Mindy, one thing that he couldn't argue was that she'd whipped him into better shape. He was barely even winded by the time that he reached the familiar door. He took a deep breath as he knocked, trying to calm himself down.

Dave could hear the rustling behind the door of Katie looking through the peephole. It was kind of funny going through the front door like this. Most of the time he came to visit Katie, it was from her window. But since there were no parental units to sneak past, there was no real point. When the door opened, Dave's eyes bulged.

Katie's outfit, if you could call the thin strands of material an outfit, consisted of a green micro bikini top, a matching thong with a small skirt that could barely be called a skirt and was ironically the most clothing that she was wearing, all accented her heels. No wonder she wanted to check before answering the door. "What do you think?" She asked coyly playing with her hair.

Dave quickly shut the door behind him, locked it, and immediately pounced on her without a verbal reply. He didn't need one. Besides, his lips were otherwise occupied. Her lips, her jawline, her ears, her collarbone, Dave's lips were everywhere they could reach. The same with his hands. They roamed across Katie's exposed flesh while Katie's hands were roughly doing the job of getting rid of Dave's clothes.

It was like they both had a beast of lust that only made each other's hungrier. In Dave's case, it was more than a little therapeutic. There was no confusion. Katie, who was both legal and his actual girlfriend, wanted him to fuck her and he wanted to make her into the slut that she was dressed as. Pure simplicity. They were familiar with each other's bodies and needs. The only noises in the quiet house were the moans and the grunts of the final pieces of clothing being stripped away as Dave roughly bent Katie over the couch.

She barely had time to look back at Dave with mischievous grin before Dave was inside of her, her clothing choice clearly completing its purpose. Katie let out a guttural moan as Dave pounded her relentlessly from behind. He only slowed down when he began to feel himself getting closer to cumming. They had all night. There was no reason to rush it. Dave forcefully pulled Katie's hair, moaning into the sudden kiss he tilted her head into as his hard thrusts became slower but deeper, grinding against her.

The abrupt change in pace made Katie go into a violent shudder which only became more intense as Dave's free hand reached around, fingering her clit. That was all Katie could handle before she exploded with her first orgasm of the night with the promise of more to come. "Oh my Goooooooood…." She groaned before she was able to move against him again, her hands clawing at the couch.

Four more orgasms from Katie later as well as three changes in position not including the blowjob to get Dave ready to go again after his first orgasm, Katie found herself grinding on top of Dave, happily exhausted but desperately wanting him to cum for her one more time. Her hips continued to roll on him as she kissed him, their tongues practically wrestling with each other while Dave's grip on Katie's ass guided her movements.

As Dave groaned louder, Katie redoubled her efforts, almost mimicking Dave's primal pace from when he started, bringing the scene full circle as his grip on her tightened more and more until he finally pumped Katie's pussy full of his cum, the two of them shuddering in the ecstasy they brought each other, panting from a job well done.

"By the way… Yeah…I like…the outfit…" Dave grinned, finally answering the question.

Katie let out a tired laugh. "Oh really? I never would have known." She rested her head on Dave's shoulder, basking in the sensations. "God, you fuck me so good, Baby…"

"High five." Dave playfully raised his hand which Katie did her best attempt to high five but it was clear that her energy was shot for the moment making it more resemble her hand lazily pressing onto his.

"We are awesome." She tried to say, an aftershock happening halfway through the sentence.

"Have I mentioned how much I love you being on the pill?" Dave grinned wickedly.

Katie smiled back. "You might have once or twice. Probably save a fortune on condoms now."

"You're telling me." Dave chuckled, lifting Katie off of him and immediately following that up with a display of strength as he picked her up, princess style. "Suppose we should actually go to the bed now, huh?"

"Mhm…" Katie sighed, nuzzling against Dave's chest.

Once they reached the bed, Dave and Katie assumed the familiar and comfortable positions next to each other simply enjoying the post coital glow together. Dave felt especially relaxed knowing that he had all of tomorrow afternoon and evening with Katie as well. It was nice and simple.

That was until the following evening happened. Sure everything else had gone normal. Dave was even sure from Mindy's supposed look of confidence that she'd done well on her test. He even had Katie to himself until her father returned the next day. Katie seemed to be full of surprises and had yet another sexy outfit to tempt the hero, which only helped their goal of fucking in every room in the house, her parents' room excluded.

The problem only arose when they were in the bedroom watching TV. It was pretty funny actually. If they were alone like this then the TV had exactly two settings. There was background sound while they were fucking and something to lazily watch after they were either done fucking or in between sessions. Even in the latter, their hands tended to be all over the other. This time one of Katie's was drawn away when her phone rang, a tired smile crossing her face as she saw the number.

"Hi Mindy!" She said as excitedly she answered, immediately perking Dave's attention. "No…well…not at the moment anyway…or you'd be leaving a message right now."

Dave did his best not to eavesdrop but he had a feeling of dread that this conversation would not end well for him.

"No no, really. Go ahead, we're just watching TV...nah, it's just on, really. Only half paying attention….wait, what? I thought that wasn't on until next week." Katie quickly grabbed the remote and turned the channel until she reached a lingerie fashion show, immediately bringing a smile to her face.

Dave breathed out a sigh of relief. He'd been worried for nothing. Truth be told, he'd forgotten it was today as well. It worked out for everyone. Katie and Mindy talked about the outfits and performances while Dave admired how those outfits were…filled out. And if the lingerie gave Katie some ideas and after the show was over, they sexually explored those ideas then all the better.

Dave did find it amusing, however. Like Mindy's knowledge of chick flicks when he knew for a fact that she only really liked action and horror movies, he was sure that Mindy's interest in any kind of fashion show that didn't involve either guns or cars was just another construct of her normal girl persona. Speaking of that persona, it reminded him, "Ask her how Marcus is doing."

Katie nodded, repeating the question on the phone. "She said he's doing better. Went to the doctor who said it was food poisoning."

Dave chuckled. He did tell Marcus that she was usually right about these things.

"You sound a little distracted, Mindy. Everything okay?" Katie asked with concern, catching Dave's attention again. "...Oh? I can't wait to see it when it's done then. You know I love your paintings. Oh…oh really…uh huh…uh huh…you need to get some more paint. The one you have isn't the right shade…"

Dave's eyes immediately bulged, darting away from the scantily clad women and facing his girlfriend.

"You know what…? I would love to give you a ride to the art store but I'm busy tomorrow… No, no, I'm not just saying that because you take forever, I'm doing something with my Dad. ... Oh I know you won't take a long time, Sweetie. Just like the last time you said that. … No really, I'll be busy.

"But you know what? Dave is right next to me and standup guy he is, he's offered to take you."

Dave's eyes bulged even wider, as he tried to make a cut throat gesture to say how not on board with that he was. Truth be told, Mindy did take an absurd amount of time when choosing colors. But he could see through her game. This was just another excuse to get the two of them alone. He needed Katie to go with him even if she didn't want to. Spending forever while Mindy milled over shades of red and blues was infinitely better than what would happen if they had the entire afternoon alone together.

Dave tried every nonverbal communication tactic he could think of to make Katie change her mind, including some sexual ones, but Katie couldn't be swayed.

"You'll be fine." She mouthed to him, swatting away his roaming hands with a smirk before turning her attention to Mindy again. "Oh I know he's useless when it comes to helping you. Tell you what, I'll keep my phone on me and if you need help with anything, you have my number."

Dave sighed as the conversation changed between the show to what Mindy was painting to things that Dave just tuned out. All he could do was just…hope for the best.