This is my could've been story: what could have happened if Todd had met Marty when they were in high school instead of meeting her when they were in college? How could've things been different had they met at an earlier time? Obviously, this story is AU.
~*Todd and Marty's 'Personal' Little Party*~
"So, do you always take guys into the back bedroom at parties?" Todd asked as he settled himself on the bed.
Marty regarded him with dark sapphire eyes. "No, I'm not a slut, if that's what you mean," she responded, sounding a bit defensive.
"Sorry," Todd said softly. "But I saw you take your friend, what's-his-name... 'Ponytail' into the bedroom earlier-."
"Ohhh, that..." spoke Marty as she sat down on the bed next to Todd. "His name is Jason... and he's not interested in me... in THAT way."
"Could have fooled me," Todd said under his breath because he had seen the way Jason had looked at her. Obviously she had no clue how enticing she was to guys. Todd was having a hard time keeping his hands off her; she was so tempting... but he didn't want to move too fast. He wasn't even sure where to start. For some reason, he wanted everything to be just right between him and Marty.
"Listen, Tom, I'm not dating Jason or anything like that-," Marty began but this time it was Todd who interrupted.
"It's Todd," he corrected. "I go by my middle name."
"Right," she said with a little smile as she raised the beer to her lips to take a swig.
"Anyway, why did you ask me to come back here into the bedroom with you to 'party?' Were you hoping to get me into bed?" she asked him bluntly with a hint of a smirk on her beautiful face.
Todd was taken aback by her bold question. "If I said 'yes,' would you leave?" Todd asked her as he gazed at her intently.
Marty shook her head, getting lost in his gaze. "No," she replied with complete honesty. "I want to feel alive tonight. I want something good to help me forget..."
"Help you forget what?" Todd asked softly, his eyes locked upon her full, kissable lips.
"Everything," she answered. "All the bad things. My parents' death. My hateful aunt. The endless emptiness I continue feel."
Todd reached for her beer and gently set it aside on the nightstand. "I can help you to forget," he promised as he carefully eased her into his arms. "But just like getting drunk, I'm afraid it's only a temporary fix. When the high wears off, just like the high from the booze, you will remember again whatever it is you are trying to forget..."
"That's a chance I'm willing to take," Marty said as she melted into his embrace. Todd groaned as their lips met, and she kissed him with intense passion. Immediately, sparks flew between them, and he never wanted to let her go.
Todd didn't even realize that he had dropped his bottle of beer to the floor and the cool liquid splashed at their feet. He sunk down onto the bed with Marty, their lips crashing together as his tongue entered her mouth. A small voice inside his head told him to go slowly, but that was difficult. She was responding wildly to his kisses as her arms wound their way around his neck. The sexy sounds she made when his lips moved to her neck, gently nipping her soft skin, made him almost lose his mind. For weeks he had been watching her, wishing she was his, and it would now seem he was finally getting the chance to have all his dreams come true.
"Don't stop," she gasped when he pulled back a fraction to look at her.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked, because he knew if they went much further, he wouldn't be able to stop. That's just how much he wanted her; with every fiber of his being.
"Yes," she said as she tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head.
Todd sat up on the bed, pulling the garment off with a swift motion. "Have you ever did this before?" he asked her as he stood to remove his jeans.
Her eyes were locked on his sexy chest as she reached for him, wanting him back in bed with her again; touching her. "No," she answered softly. "Have you?"
Todd's heart lept in his chest when she admitted she was a virgin. He could feel his cock throb in his boxers as he thought of being her 'first.' "Once," he answered as he rejoined her on the bed and felt her fingertips tracing the muscles within his chest.
"Was it good?" she asked him as she pressed herself over him slightly, kissing the contours of his muscles with soft lips.
Todd about lost it as her mouth explored his skin. "I don't want to talk about it..." he murmured. All he could think about was here and now... and to be honest, it hadn't been the best experience. He'd be totally happy if he could just erase that memory.
Todd moaned as her small hands caressed his chest, gliding down to the hardened muscles of his abdomen. He stopped her before her hands could slide into his boxers, finding his aroused cock. "Slow down," he warned her, gazing into her eyes.
"I want to touch you," she said as he held her hand tightly in his.
"You're driving me crazy, do you know that?" he asked her huskily as he pushed her back down on the bed so he loomed over her. He held her hands above her head and began kissing her neck again, his lips blazing hot against her delicate flesh. He bit her softly, making her cry out.
He pulled back, looking into her passion-filled dark-blue eyes. "I want you naked now," he said in a murmur. "Take off your clothes..."
He let her wrists go as he pulled back a fraction so she could undress. Very slowly, Marty lifted her dark-purple sweater over her head, then tugged down her jeans. Todd couldn't take his eyes off her. She was so sexy as she eased out of her clothes. She lay there in a dark burgundy pair of panties and a matching bra. Softly Todd traced the lacy material at the edge of her bra, his fingertip caressing the curve of her breast. "You're so beautiful, Marty," he whispered. "Do you know how much I want you now?"
"How much?" she asked softly.
"This much," he said as he took her small hand and wrapped it around his hardened shaft through the sheer material of his boxers.
"Take those off," she said as she lightly squeezed him.
Todd just shook his head. "Not yet... Because I want to see you first..."
Before she could protest, he lowered his head again, his lips making contact with the curve of her shoulder and her neck. His teeth were sharp as he marked her. Wanting contact with his muscular flesh, she pressed her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. He put his full weight upon her, letting her feel his throbbing strength against her smooth inner thigh. Immediately a stab of pleasure wrenched through her body, making her aching and wet.
"Todd," she said in a pleading voice as her nails lightly raked his naked back. Once again her touch was driving him to the point of no return.
Eyes dark with desire, Todd pulled back to gaze at her breasts within the lacy bra. "This has to come off..." he said as he nearly tore it from her body. The more turned on he became, the less gentle he was as the wild beast within him was taking over.
Marty's beautiful breasts spilled forth from the material as Todd cast the bra away. "Damn," he said as he pulled her closer and tugged one pink nipple into his hungry mouth. He sucked upon the rosy peak and grazed it with his teeth.
Marty cried out, pushing more of her breast into his mouth. His lips and teeth felt so good against her sensitive skin. "Please Todd," she heard herself moaning.
"Please what?" he prompted as he moved his mouth to the other breast and feasted hungrily on it, too. He sucked on it hard, hearing Marty whimper.
"I want you so much it hurts..." she murmured, taking his hand and moving it down to the juncture between her legs where she was hot, moist, and aching with desire.
Todd could feel her slick heat through her panties. She was so incredibly wet. "Ohhh God," he groaned, lightly stroking her through the damp material. He had to get her panties off now, so he could touch her.
He swept the material at the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her untouched slit. Very gently, he ran a fingertip over her trembling seam. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked as he looked into her smoky blue eyes.
"Y-yes..." she said in a shaky voice. "That... and-and more..."
Todd continued to run his finger over her pussylips until they parted for him, exposing her aroused clit. Slowly, he circled it with his fingers. Marty let out a soft little scream.
The sound of her crying out drove Todd out of his mind. He moved swiftly, tearing the panties off her in an instant. In his haste, he had nearly shred the delicate fabric. Marty's eyes were huge, but not from fear. She felt an urgent need to have Todd on top of her, his body locked with hers.
"Todd, I want you now..." she pleaded.
"No," he said as he pushed her down, parting her legs with hands.
"Please..." she began in an aching voice, but her words trailed away when Todd's fingers began toying with her exposed clit. Her juices spilled over his fingers. Todd rubbed the hard little nub, making Marty arch toward his touch. He almost made her cum several times, but always stopped right at the point of her orgasm.
"Todd, stop...I want..." she said in a half-sob.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"You. Please now..."
"No."
She could feel his fingertip searching, sliding down to her entrance where she was so slick with desire. A little scream tore from her lips as he thrust a single finger deep inside. "You're incredibly tight..." he groaned as he felt her muscles clenching up on his finger. There was pain mixed with the sweetest pleasure as she moved against the finger, wanting him to stop already and give her what it was she wanted so much, his throbbing cock.
"Todd..." she said as she reached out to grasp him through his boxers once again. She pushed the material down, exposing his throbbing erection. A drop of cum clung to his tip, moistening it. She rubbed the droplet of liquid against the sensitive head, making him lose his breath.
Todd pushed his finger into her deeper in response to her bold caresses. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to be inside her. He withdrew the finger which now glistened with her juices. His gaze locked to hers, he licked away her essence which clung to his finger. Watching his action, she wanted him that much more.
He tugged down his boxers, throwing them aside. He positioned himself over her body, gazing into her eyes. "Tell me what you want..." he prompted.
"Please. I want you inside me..." she spoke in a pleading voice as she wrapped her long legs around him as though to lock him to her.
He moved forward slightly, aligning his throbbing cock to her silky entrance. Very slowly he brushed the broad tip against her opening, feeling her soft, sweet lips parting for him. "I'm going to hurt you," he warned.
She wrapped her arms around him, caressing the flesh of his back. She could feel his muscles strain as he was so close to thrusting deep inside of her. "It's okay. I want you to..." she answered softly.
Again and again, he brushed his cocktip against her as she opened a bit more for his entry. Occasionally he would push himself against her hard little clit, driving them both to the point of insanity. "Please Todd," she begged as her fingernails scored his biceps.
With a hard, piercing thrust he forced his entire length into her tight sheath. All the gentleness had fled from him as pure lust had taken over. She was incredibly tight as her clenching muscles squeezed unmercifully upon his shaft. He could think of nothing but how amazing she felt like hot silk wrapped so tight around his cock.
Her scream echoed in his ears as her body reeled from the shock and pain of his entry. Todd lay encased inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to his rough invasion. Tears stung her eyes as she felt him throbbing within her. Although she was incredibly raw and painfully stretched, there was something more. She tightened on his cock as she totally loved the sensation of having become one with him.
Feeling her clench up on him so tightly, Todd groaned. "Are you okay, baby?" he softly asked, brushing a soft kiss across her cheek as he felt hot tears spill from her eyes.
"It does hurt," she whispered.
"But I want more..."
"More?" he murmured, moving his hips just slightly, withdrawing a bit. Then he slid into her fully; as deep as he could go into her channel.
"Is that what you want, baby?" he asked as he could hardly contain the wild lust that was lurking within him, making him want to pound hard and fast into her center.
"Yes..." she said in a little hiss. "But go slow at first; it still hurts..."
"Slow," he repeated, as though he was being tortured. 'Slow' was killing him. He wanted to pound into her, giving him all of him at once.
"Yes, like that..." she murmured, as he started to move, very slowly withdrawing, then sliding back inside in a sensuous stroke.
"Ohhh yes..." Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sweet sensation of his slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Baby, you feel like hot, slick silk wrapped around my cock," he moaned, moving just a bit faster. All he wanted was to roughly pound into her but he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had.
"Mmmmm..." she whimpered, raising her hips as though to take him deeper inside. Todd nearly went out of his head with passion as he felt her moving in time with his thrusts.
Todd let out a growl, knowing he just couldn't hold back any longer. The wild beast within him came free, and he went feral, thrusting into her hard and fast with all his power. She gasped as every inch of him slammed into her again and again. A soft scream floated from her throat, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. She cried out his name as she came hard all over his cock. The sensation of her tightening up on him again and again drove him over the edge. With one more forceful thrust, he spilled himself deep into her depths.
For a moment, there was complete silence as they both struggled to regain their breathing. Awareness came back to Todd as the passion began to cool. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked as he lightly nuzzled her neck with his lips.
"Mmmm..." she murmured, caressing his back softly with her fingertips. "I'm just fine..."
He pulled free of her tight slit, watching her face as he carefully withdrew. She bit her lip, visibly wincing with discomfort. When Todd saw the blood on his body, he placed tender kisses all over her face.
"I'm sorry, babe," he told her as he lay back on the bed and cuddled her for a moment against his chest.
"I don't regret it," she promised him, and she meant it with all of her heart. It had been everything she had always wanted and more. She snuggled against him, feeling content.
"Don't leave," she murmured as she clung to him tightly. "Stay with me..."
"Only for a few minutes," said Todd. "My dad will kill me if I am out too late." And he wasn't exaggerating. His father would be excessively brutal with his punishment if Todd was even just slightly late for curfew.
"I wish you could hold me all night..." she said softly as she pressed her cheek against his heartbeat.
Todd tensed, feeling increasingly fearful. His feelings for this young woman in his arms bombarded him, inciting emotions he had never allowed himself to feel. "I can't..." he choked out, suddenly pulling away from her and sitting up in bed.
"Are you leaving?" she asked, her voice slightly panicked.
"I have to get home," he responded as he hurriedly began to put on his clothing.
Tears stung her eyes as she slightly trembled. Words came to her but she tried everything in her power to hold them back. She couldn't just beg him to stay with her and hold her. She wouldn't be able to bear it if he rejected her.
"W-will you please just take me home?" she finally asked in a shaking voice.
"Alright," he agreed. "But hurry and get dressed."
Wordlessly she reached for her strewn clothing and put on the garments with shaking fingers. She couldn't even look at him, because if she did, she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears. Todd wasn't looking at her either. He was oblivious to her pain as he was doing everything in his power not to FEEL. He wanted to get as far away from her as he possibly could.
A moment later, she was fully dressed. "Let's go," she said, looking at him with her hair a tangled mass of blond curls framing her lovely face. What a vision she made as she looked extremely beautiful and quite thoroughly fucked.
"Hurry," he said as he drug his gaze away from her and headed out of the bedroom. Together, they left the house through the backdoor.
A moment later they were in Todd's car and headed away from the party. "Where do you live?" he asked, glancing over to her as she sat in the passenger's seat.
"56 Lincoln Street," she answered.
"Ahhh, the ritzy side of town," he said as he continued driving.
"How about you?" she asked. "Where do you live?"
"1055 Regency Drive which is only a couple of blocks from where you live..."
Moments later they had pulled up at the Saybrooke mansion. He really didn't feel like chit-chatting and more than anything, he just wanted to go home. Unfortunately when he got there, he'd have to deal with is father's wrath... and he knew it would be bad.
"Good night, Marty," he said as he waited for her to get out of the car.
She glanced over at him, flashes of sadness and hurt with her gaze. "Look, I'll call you," he said lamely, trying his best to just get her out of the car. He didn't want to see the pain and need which glowed within her midnight-blue eyes.
Not saying a word, she climbed out of the car and firmly closed the door behind her. Before she even walked up to the front door, he had quickly driven away. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath. He had ran off just like a coward. Or maybe it was her who had been the fool. It was probably little more than a one night stand to him; after all, they had both been rather drunk, and he was a guy.
A light came on in the foyer as Marty walked up to the front door, fumbling for her keys. Earlier she had been tipsy from the alcohol, but the sex and the bitter-cold sensation of Todd's rushing away had left her alert and completely sober. Before she could insert her key into the lock, the front door opened and her angry aunt had tugged her inside.
"Where have you been, you little slut?" Kiki Saybrooke, Marty's aunt growled as she gave Marty a vicious shove and nearly knocked her to the floor. "You reek of sex and booze! Tell me, did you get laid tonight?"
Tears filled Marty's eyes as her aunt glared at her hatefully. "I'm sorry I'm late," Marty said softly.
Kiki slapped Marty sharply across the face. "You better not be pregnant!" Kiki screamed as she bruised Marty's cheek and split her lower lip with her rough, painful strikes.
"Stop!" Marty cried out, turning and rushing up the steps to get away from her aunt. Tears rushed from her eyes, because she realized then, Todd had been right. After the pleasure, the pain was now back, tenfold. Even that memory of being in his arms would bring her nothing but sadness as he had rejected her too, in the end.
Marty went to her bedroom and quietly slipped into her bathroom. She held her arms around herself and sobbed. Her aunt's words came back to haunt her. *You better not be pregnant!*
In the rush of their passion, she and Todd had failed to use protection. She trembled as she took off her clothes and slipped gingerly into the bath. Knowing her bad luck, it was probably true. She was most likely pregnant.
~*Back at the Party*~
The Spring Break party was winding down, so Megan suggested to Jason they find Marty and head on home. "Uhhh... yeah, I know where she is," Jason said, tensing as he knew that Marty had gone into the back bedroom with the new guy in town who was known as nothing but a bully and a troublemaker. Jason was sure they weren't in there playing an innocent game of checkers.
"Well, go get her then, Jason. My dad's gonna lose it if I'm late getting home," Megan insisted.
"Alright," Jason sighed reluctantly. "You go tell Krysti good bye, and I'll get Marty."
Jason turned on his heel and headed toward the bedrooms. He entered the hallway expecting to hear sounds of lust filtering through the door, but was met with complete silence. He rapped on the door several times, but got no answer. "Marty," he called out. "Are you in there?"
A couple of minutes passed, but there was no response. Jason cautiously stepped into the room, glancing around for any sign of his best friend. She was no where in sight, but what he did see stopped him in his tracks. There was a large crimson stain upon the sheets, a tell-tale sign of what had taken place in this room. Jason was furious when he realized Marty had given her innocence to an almost-stranger. Jason wanted to pound the piss out of the guy.
Fists clenched, Jason returned to Megan who had just said her good byes to the party's hostess. "Where's Marty?" Megan asked curiously.
"Apparently she left with some guy," was Jason's answer.
"What guy?"
"The new guy in town. Name's Manning," he responded.
"Ohhh myy God. What's Marty doing with him? He's been in all kinds of trouble," Megan gasped.
"I dunno... but when I see him again, I'm totally gonna kill him," Jason hissed as he took Megan's arm, and they headed out of the party.
"Jason!" Megan cried out. "Be careful! I heard all kinds of things about that guy. He's violent and he's spent time behind bars!"
"If he's hurt Marty, he's gonna see how violent *I* can be," Jason growled as they neared the car.
~*1055 Regency Drive*~
Todd pulled into the driveway, trying to be inconspicuous. He turned off his headlights as he neared his home, praying his dad would be asleep and wouldn't confront him. Luck wasn't on his side. Peter Manning waited up for him, lighter in hand. When Todd walked in, his father grabbed him, thrusting him up against the nearest wall.
"You're late... and I must punish you, Son," said Peter with a vicious sneer.
Todd was tall; nearly six feet and muscular. He was the star player of the football team. Even so, he couldn't overpower Peter Manning. Peter stood about ten inches taller than Todd and towered over his son. He tossed Todd around like a ragdoll. "Hold out your hand, Todd," Peter growled.
"Don't you think I'm getting a bit old for this game?" Todd breathed. Ever since his mother had abandoned the family when Todd was eight, his father had become extremely sadistic. Before his wife's disappearance, Peter Manning had been abusive, often beating Todd's mother or cruelly punishing Todd. Now the punishments were beyond painful. The only way Todd could get through the torture was to block it out.
Holding his arm out, Todd endured the pain without flinching. He thought of Marty and the sweetness of her touch as the flame licked at his skin, scorching and blistering it. The stench of burned flesh met his nostrils, yet he refused to make a single sound. "Does my son have a girlfriend?" Peter asked Todd mockingly.
"If I find out you do, I'll KILL her," his father venomously threatened.
*Not if I kill you first,* Todd was thinking.