Danny woke me a few hours later as the sun started to make itself known; I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep curled up against him. I opened my eyes to the sight of a very naked Danny Fenton and found my face instantly heating up. That was what finally convinced me that it really happened and wasn't just a fucking awesome dream. I had sex with Daniel Fenton, town hero, half ghost, and my best friend.
Then it hit me that it only happened because of a friends with benefits deal. Shit. I just lost my virginity to a friends with benefits deal. Sure, maybe I had kinda always wanted him to be my first, but I didn't want it to be because of something like this. My head was spinning, trying to decide whether last night was amazing or something that ought to go die in a little hole because of how it happened. I couldn't deny that I liked it, but it was kinda hard to fight against the feeling that it was usually little sluts that got themselves involved in deals like this.
I forced myself to stop thinking about it, I was only going to freak myself out and then my parents might actually realize something was going on. As much as I would love to see the look on their faces, I really didn't feel like having to explain to them that I had slept with Danny. The piles of shit I'd be in for that one were unimaginable.
The pair of us slowly got dressed before Danny picked me up to fly me home before someone noticed us missing. He lay me down on my bed at home, a position that made me blush with the memory of what had happened last time he did that.
"Hey Sam, are you okay with telling Tucker about this?" I thought it over. He'd give us hell if we did tell him, but it might be easier to shut him up if he wasn't forced to figure it out in his own.
"You can tell Tucker, but only Tucker. If another soul gets so much as a hint about what's going in, you will be cut off." Well...there it was, my confession that I did want this to happen again.
Danny smirked. "I guess I pleased you then, huh?" Cocky ass bastard.
I glared at him. "Don't get too full of yourself, Fenton; I might just start expecting more from you."
"Is that a challenge, Samantha?" I thew a pillow at him, though he just phased it through it exactly as I expected him to. He laughed for a moment before he cut it off, easing into a slightly more serious demeanor. "So, you really are okay with keeping this up?" I could see that inner battle of his slowly playing out. Him and his hormones really wanted to keep this up, but he also didn't want to end up forcing me into anything.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay with keeping this up." And the sad bit was that even though J'd just been berating myself earlier about giving into a deal like this, I really didn't want to call it off. "Just get some...protection for next time..." That statement made my face burn, why though I'm not sure.
He smiled. "Okay." He kissed me gently before he turned around and phased back though my window to go home.
Monday, Tucker found out from Danny that we'd slept together and he gave us absolute hell for it. He was constantly texting us for details and casually asking how it was or if we were going to "get our freak on" next time, whatever the hell that meant. Tucker is a very dear friend to me, but I was seriously beginning to plot the murder of his sorry ass by the end of the day.
Danny gladly relieved some of that frustration before we left the building though. He sent Tucker ahead to the Nasty Burger while we "dealt with the idiot Box Ghost" in the basement. I really don't think he bought it, but that's to be expected when you're relying on the Clueless One for an excuse.
Danny phased us through the floor and into the basement which had thankfully been cleared of its meat contents years ago after the first attack of the Lunch Lady. It wasn't the cleanest (come on, it's a school basement) but Danny refused to give me enough time to really care before his lips were on mine.
"Can't have you killing poor Tucker," he mumbled when he pulled away and started kissing down my neck.
"You sure? I can make it look like an..." I trailed off when one of his hands made its way up my shirt and grabbed my breast. I moaned and felt his other hand slowly making its way to the hem of my skirt.
"You can...get away with a...lot, but you're not...fucking me in the...school's basement..." He was making that sentence really hard to get out as my shirt and bra were suddenly phased off and his mouth descended on my nipple.
The hand that had been resting at the top of my skirt suddenly snaked its way inside and found that little sweet spot he'd had one hell of a time practically abusing Friday night. His finger started rubbing little circles down there. He'd go slowly for a minute, then speed up to ridiculously fast speeds for a minutes before slowing back down and starting again. The end result had me moaning nonstop and him poking me in the thigh with his arousal.
"Fucking...oohh...tease..." I grumbled at him. He kept slowing his little circles down right as I felt release starting build.
"Beg for it," he whispered in my ear, moving his finger tortuously slow.
I never thought I'd be truly reduced to begging to get anything, but he somehow managed to bring me to that point. "Please, Danny. Let me come...please..."
"Good girl." I would have killed him for that under any other circumstances, but the fact that his finger had suddenly gone to speeds well past what he normally did shut me up real fast.
Well, it turned my words into unintelligible moans, anyway.
I felt the tension building again, but this time he didn't slow back down and deny me release. My orgasm came and I screamed out in the midst of my ecstasy and all the while, Danny's finger never slowed until I fully came down from my high.
I was still pinned against the wall when Danny's phone rang out from his pocket. He cursed and answered it, putting it on speaker phone as he sought out my discarded shirt and bra.
"If you two are done, your food is getting cold. I may have to eat it to save it from getting wasted." Oh, right. We'd sent Tucker to the Nasty Burger ahead of us. "Oh, and next time you plan on fucking each other in the basement, please get your phone out of your pocket so I don't have to listen to the pair of you going at it when I answer your butt-dial."
"Tuck! We didn't...we weren't...we didn't have sex in the school basement, Tucker!" Danny was bright red and tripping over his words.
"You lovebirds were doing something sexual down there!"
"WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" The fact that we had shouted at the same time only served to make the whole situation more embarrassing.
"Keep telling yourselves that." I was once more about ready to kill him. "Are you guys coming or not?"
"Yeah, we'll be there soon, Tuck." Danny hung up before Tucker had a chance to make any more stupid comments. "Well...that's one way to kill the mood..." He muttered and I briefly noticed that the tent in Danny's jeans was long gone.
"Remind me why it has to look like an accident when I kill him." Danny laughed.
"Because you really don't want to be starved of my attention?" I smacked him upside the head for that one.
...what is this? An update? Yup, I finally got around to writing more of this. ^_^
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