It was his ultimate fantasy.
The moment he had dreamt of since the dawn of pubescence.
As orgasm undulated through his body, he clutched Bonnibel's supple breasts, the ends of her bubblegum pink hair brushing against his bare chest. His eyelids fluttered, and he moaned softly, his fingers finally relaxing their grip. He looked up at her face. A tiny smile peeked through her visage, and he reciprocated the expression with a friendly smirk.
Penelope Bonnibel Buchman, also known as PB and Bubblegum (dubbed for her affinity with the color pink), had been hooking up with Finn Mertens every Wednesday afternoon for three weeks. Even though the arrangement seemed like routine by now, Finn still found himself amazed that he was truly living out his dreams.
Or at least, it seems like a dream… Finn couldn't help but wonder if the relationship was all it was cracked up to be. Bubblegum had stated to him explicitly that she only wanted sex, nothing more, and had asked him repeatedly if he was okay with that. Blinded by his attraction, he had hastily agreed, wanting desperately to feel his teeth grazing her soft, wet lips. But the more he thought about their arrangement, the more he became convinced that he wanted something more than just sex.
Finn buttoned up his jeans and glanced over at Penelope, whose rosy back was disappearing beneath her black t-shirt. "Hey...Bubblegum?"
Penelope whipped around to face him. "Bubblegum" was a nickname that was thrown around a lot in her direction, but mainly by those in her class. The name had never been uttered by Finn before, and the teenage boy blushed, flustered by his sudden use of familiarity.
"I…" Finn tried to organize his thoughts, tried to put the words he wanted to say into sentences, into paragraphs, into lengthy speeches that confessed his everlasting devotion for the thief who had his heart, his pink goddess, his love, Penelope, Bubblegum, PB. She was all of these things and more, a complex being who had captured his interest and his heart, and had never given them back.
But the words didn't come. He cleared his throat awkwardly and started again: "I…"
Bubblegum's eyes were sparkling blue diamonds glinting with curiosity and a hint of concern, and they seemed to pierce him as he tried to make the words flood out of his mouth in a waterfall of emotion. He frantically glanced around for help, although he knew his cramped room lacked anything of service. Forced to give in to his inability to express himself, he finally settled on not expressing anything at all.
"I think I dropped my phone over there," he said, in a meager attempt to cover up his previous utterances.
"Oh, of course," PB responded, grabbing Finn's phone off of the floor and tossing it to him. "Welp, I better get going. I've got loads of homework tonight." She smiled, gave her bubblegum pink hair one final brush with her fingers, and swung her backpack around her shoulder. She gave Finn an awkward, friendly wave, and left.
As soon as Finn heard the front door click shut, he collapsed onto his bed, threw his hands to his face, and sighed.