Guest epigraph by T-rex. Estate of John Hughes no doubt owns these characters. John Bender owns me.
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
--T-rex
"Close your eyes."
John Bender wasn't in any position right now to deny kinky virgins anything at all.
In the dark he could smell the cherry of her fresh gloss, the gloss she'd bought to tell him things. To tell him he was alright with her.
Still trying to wrap his mind around that one.
In his mind's eye, Claire's lips were like really classy porn.
Better not say that one out loud.
John wanted to put his mouth on those lips again right now, to tongue the slick cherry coating with his own taste of smoke that never left him. But these days his Marlboro bitter was laced with wild cherry left by lifesavers like the ones he'd worried all day in his mouth while his heart worried the real Cherry was slipping away from him, right while she seemed to be closer than ever.
But now she really was closer than ever. Closer than anyone, ever, ever had been. He wondered if she knew that.
He wondered if she'd put her hand on his cock again any time soon.
It was kind of intense how this girl could turn him into a total pussy and get him incredibly hard at the same time. Ironic, he thought, wondering if he could put that to use in another English lesson. Mad as he'd been, that had been hot as hell.
She was so close, he could hear her adjusting something, a faint rustling. But still nothing.
So he waited. A patient man he was not. But Claire Standish had put a key in his hand and said things.
John Bender was also aware he might require a little more patience than a princess was used to.
Considering he was the kind of guy who when he wanted ask a girl to go steady, the way he did that was to talk about algebra and then get her somewhere private so he could scold and kick and slam things, then call her names and tell her how going steady went against his principles but she'd better not fuck around.
Wrapped it up nicely by bruising the hell out of her pristine white neck and telling her eloquently it made him hard as fuck.
Hadn't even gotten around to sweet-talking her by telling his virgin girlfriend how hard and how long he wanted to fuck her when she moaned with his mouth on her or when she did something else amazingly sexy like move any part of her body.
Right now, though, he noticed, she was standing very still and he was being faithful and not cheating by keeping his eyes closed.
What a strange fucking turn the world had taken.
"Whatcha doin' there, Princess?"
John Bender, Zen Master. His voice hadn't shaken at all.
"Keep your eyes closed. I want it to be a surprise. Just relax your mouth . . . there."
Her finger smoothed over his lips with something slippery. And not synthetic.
John's eye's flew open. No way. No fucking way.
It was fine. He hadn't really been using those heartbeats anyway.
Her finger was still on his lower lip, rubbing back and forth. Her face looked shy and devious and naughty and innocent at the same time as her eyes met his and changed somehow without moving or blinking.
"Is—is that—I just wanted you to—know." She bit her lip. "That I liked my first hickey, John. And I thought you could learn from a. . . sample of those additional materials. A new, um, concept in cherry flavored lip--"
She said the last part very quickly and it trailed off. She tried to smile. Her voice was shaking.
John had no voice because he would clearly never be speaking again.
His virgin girlfriend transcended porn.
He grasped her hand and brought her finger into his mouth, sucking it. He watched as her breath hitched and the contours of her face changed again, grew edged with desire as her eyes widened, watching his lips around her finger as his tongue circled it slowly, pushing on its tip and rubbing its sides. He pulled her hand back, finger out of his mouth and followed it with his tongue so she could watch as he licked it from base to tip.
Then down again.
Then up the next finger, tongue outside the mouth, then fingertip in, swirl, suck, graze the tip with teeth and tongue. Tongue showing in mouth, between teeth, fingers, lips, slow-moving. His eye never left hers. Her eyes darted from his mouth and tongue to his eyes and her own tongue licked her parted lips gently.
Then, never breaking eye contact, he took her hand and brought it down to his jeans where she'd touched before and pressed it into himself there. So she could feel it too.
He pressed her hand harder than she had. He watched her eyes widen, he heard her gasp, and then her head nodded, just slightly.
John Bender couldn't exactly be said to be having thoughts. He was having feelings. Mostly l-words. Love, lust, longing. Liking, licking.
He was so with this girl, they were so together. He didn't know how many girls he'd been inside of, but he'd never been in this deep.
"Now, Cher.," he said softly, "you come taste it."
Without a blush or a hesitation, she brought her face near his, then smiled just a fraction, just a tiny smile, but a smile that went straight into the heart and the groin of John Bender and took up its ownership there in style.
And then her lips were on his and then her tongue was on his lips and then they were just mouths.
And her hand on his cock, learning how it felt to do that to a boy. She let her fingers edge around it. They sent trails and tendrils of excruciating desire through him and he had to put her hand a little harder onto him and her hand just followed his suggestion. She was so sweet and sexy and trusting at the same time. Then she put it in a rhythm with the stroke of her tongue on his tongue and for some moments that was all there was in the universe.
Then she pulled back slightly from the kiss and licked her lips. Not lasciviously. But just as if she wanted to savor something left behind.
John felt the smile on his face because she looked so cute and he was so owned, just like she had wanted. And nothing, nothing in the history of the world, had ever been that sexy.
"You are the sexiest thing that ever happened in the history of the goddamn world, Cherry."
Her smile got wider.
"I told you I thought of it as expanding my horizions."
John chuckled softly. "I'll give you expansion."
This time, Claire did blush a little. "I guess you will," she agreed, darting a glance at his pants.
Laughing full out, John shook his head and took her hand, now playing with it, his head still spinning with desire but his heart just happy. In no hurry. He touched her hair, then her lips, then brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her finger.
"We're gonna have a really good time, Claire."
She met his eyes and nodded.
After some timewarp of eyeing and longing for what you had right there that lasted he didn't know how long cause time was now a different thing, Claire looked a little uncertain again and gestured towards John's pants. "Do you want to, um, help me—I don't know, finish that?"
John shook his head and kissed her cheek. She was so sweet and awkward one minute and a porn star the next. She was adorable. He adored her. "Nah. I'm good."
"You're really—good about control," she stated. John felt like he might hear a tinge of dissatisfaction there. No. Disappointment. What was that about?
So he nodded. ""Working on it."
She kept silent, nodded slightly. Again, John got a slight sense of disappointment which was the very last thing in the world he was feeling and the last thing he wanted Claire to feel. He tried to clear his lust-addled thoughts for a moment to go back to things Claire liked. Things he liked. Things that bothered the two of them.
He got a flicker. Something connecting the upset he'd had today at "harmless" with the way Claire liked to push his buttons with the way she had looked last night when he'd had her up against the wall. Other times against the wall. Other warnings. Other responses.
"Know why I'm working on it?" he asked, keeping it casual.
She shook her head, not meeting his eye.
"I don't want to incur any penalties." He swallowed and hoped no one was taping him because if they were no guy would ever talk to him again, probably. "If we fucked and you backed off, even the way you did today, I would wanna fucking die, ok?" He sighed and rolled his eyes, raked his hand through his hair. He really was going to say it. He really was. "."
Claire smiled. Pure, unadulterated happiness.
"What was that?"
"You heard me. If you think I'm saying something like that twice in my life you're a crazier bitch than I thought," he barked.
Claire's smile broadened. Then she said, "Very good answer, John."
"Yeah, plus that shirt you're wearing is like the Antisex, ok?"
Claire giggled. "Why do you think I put it on?" She tossed her head.
"Yeah, well the fuckin' anti-sex qualities of any given shirt are more than goddamn mitigated by the extent to which you use your. . . stuff as lip gloss, ok?" He shook his head.
She blushed a little. "So that didn't—like, it wasn't, I don't know, bad or something?"
"Hell yeah, it was bad. I'm gonna be hard for the rest of my life now, I'll walk funny, don't know how the hell I'm gonna get anything done at work. I'll be in here all day and Dick fuckin' Vernon's gonna think it's all for him. Did you never think about that? Here you talk all this talk about how you're on my side, when actually you're trying to kill me with death by perpetual hard-on!" John folded his arms. "Miss Standish. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Claire blushed a little more, bit her lip and looked—pleased with herself. Which was cute. So cute. Then she shrugged, again, a little less sure. "I mean, I did say—I could try to, you know."
John rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Right A lot of good that'll do. Cause now that you've done that little trick, I'll be hard within seconds every time I think about it. Which will be all the time. So I'm doomed." He shook his head again. "Yeah, nice going there, Claire. Where do you come up with these things?"
"That would be telling," she said, giving him a smug little smirk that he suddenly wanted to fuck right off of her face, control be damned.
Just for a minute, he decided to let it.
Be.
Damned.
John Bender grabbed Claire by the ass and hoisted her back on the lab table and had her body between his arms again so that if she moved she'd touch him. He heard her gasp. Swore he could feel her get wet in the goddamn air.
Smirk was gone. Lust was there full force.
"You know the other reason I have to be careful?"
Claire shook her head slowly. John put his head to her ear and began talking into it. He put one hand in her hair and pulled her head around to bring her ear and neck to his mouth.
"Because if I wasn't in control, I'd be about balls deep in Standish right now and you wouldn't be screaming my name because getting your mouth around a one syllable word would require too much concentration, ok?"
He bit a line all the way along her jaw before slamming his lips into hers, tongue in deep, thrusting his tongue like he wanted to thrust his cock and this time not feeling guilty because he knew, he knew how bad she wanted him like this. His hand was up her shirt and over her bra which was made of lace, she was all pebbly underneath his against the lace and arching into him, moaning, grasping onto his hair and pulling him closer.
He chewed his way down her neck, roughly undoing the buttons on her shirt enough to put his mouth on the swell of her breast. Not all the way down. Because he did have to be in control. He breathed hard there, licked his way up the hers sternum, and put his hands on either side of her again. Panting, his hair in his eye, he looked up at her.
She looked hot as fuck as she asked, "Is that a threat or a promise?"
Mystery of disappointment solved.
She wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her. Sure, she didn't know quite what that meant. Sure she wasn't ready. She just didn't want it to be easy for him.
And, fucked up as that might have been, he got that shit all the way. He got not wanting easy like a motherfucker. Especially after today.
"Take that as a goddamn blood oath." He took a deep breath. "Let's just say I'm learning a few things from you, too." He looked deep into her eyes. "I know I said some stuff, but here's the thing. You were right. I wanna own your pussy. I wanna fuck the thought of any other guy fight out of its little pussy head. And I will fucking do it, too. I give that to you in goddamn writing."
Claire just nodded, dumbly.
So, going for broke, John added, "Claire, I have never been this worked up about anything, anyone, in my entire stupid life."
Claire just looked at him all sweet and soft and touchable and John Bender felt like some kind of king. She looked so happy. It felt so good to have her look that happy.
"Sweet-talker," she said, with a little smile.
"Like a goddamn Hallmark card," he nodded. "It's disgusting."
Then she said, softly,
"I'm still going to learn how to make you come with my hands tomorrow night in the motel room I got for your poker game."
John nodded again. "I'll be ok with that."
Ok. So. You can't really blame any of that on Poor John Hughes. In reviews, if you want to weigh in on what parts of this should go to the T-rated recap in the next fic, I'd be will get smutty teasers.
