Hi. Sorry this took so long. Life happens. I am also doing a 5/1 that I'm calling On the Down-Low (Or, 5 Times They Don't Get Caught And 1 Time They Do). The first story involves an elevator. Just sayin'. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

"So, this may be weird..."

"Rosalee, how many times do we have to tell each other that what we want isn't weird?" Monroe wraps his arms around his girlfriend and kisses her cheek. She sighs. He's right; both of them always start their requests with a disclaimer, as if the other is going to say no. They both need to break that habit.

"You're my best friend's older brother and I'm sleeping over. I walk in on you masturbating, saying my name. I'm the hot chick who can have anyone she wants, and you're the quiet, shy guy. You don't know I have the hots for you, too, and when I see your cock, I can't help myself."

"Wow, that's pretty hot... When would you like to do this?" Monroe asks, his lips hovering over hers.

"I'll see you in the bedroom in 10 minutes." She pulls away without a kiss. All the better to ignite his passion.

Monroe sits on the edge of her bed and tries to put himself in the mindset. His little sister's super-hot friend is spending the night under the same roof. He strips down to his boxers, and sits on top of the covers. After another thought, he takes his boxers off, too. He sits back against the pillows and takes his cock into his hands. It feels strange, masturbating again; he hasn't felt the need to do so since they started sleeping together. Soon, though, he is mentally back months ago, imaging but not knowing what it would feel like to have her touch him; not knowing what she looked like under her clothes; not knowing what it was like to have her take him into her beautiful mouth, or to taste her pussy as she moaned under him, or to feel her wrapped around him. His skin feels hot, and he verbalizes quietly.

"Oh, Rosalee..." He strokes his cock with one hand while the other pulls at the skin of his testicles. This feels nice, but what's to come will feel much better. "Oh, Rosalee, I love you..." He says absently. How long has it been? Where is she? He pictures her undressing; she has a gorgeous body. He hears her approach, so he closes his eyes.

"Oh, Rosalee... oh, baby... Rosalee... Yeah..." She's in the room now. He goes about another minute before he opens his eyes, and jumps as if startled. "Oh, God..." Rosalee is wearing a tee shirt and boy-short panties. He attempts to cover himself, but there's a little too much there. She smiles at him.
"I'm sorry, I heard someone calling my name..."

"It's... it's not what it looks like..." She gave him a skeptical look as she crawls onto the bed with him.

"Really? Is there something else it could be when you're naked, touching yourself, and calling my name?"

"Umm... okay, then it's exactly what it looks like. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Please don't tell my parents..." She kisses him gently on the lips.

"Now why would I do that?" She asks after they part. "I'm actually quite flattered... may I see it?"

"Umm... what?" She points to his poor attempt to cover himself.

"May I see it? Please?" His hands drop to his sides. She reaches for it, running her fingers along the skin. "I always wondered what you looked like naked..." She looks into his eyes with a sly smile. "I'm not disappointed." She wraps her fingers around his cock and starts gently stroking.

"You... what? You could have any guy you want. You could have the entire football team drop their pants for you with a word." It's difficult to think or talk logically while she was touching him like this.

"Yes, but I'm not some idiot cheerleader. I'm on the path to being Valedictorian, do you think I want to give it up to a bunch of meatheads who can't hold a decent conversation? You, on the other hand..." With her free hand, she runs her fingers along his chest and pushes him back into the pillows. "Before you decided I was too pretty to talk to, you and I used to talk all the time. Remember? Remember when we would talk about how we could make the stuff in Star Wars a reality? Like lightsabers and sentient robots? Remember?" She releases his manhood and leans in close to him, gently cupping his cheeks. "I miss that. I miss having smart people to talk to. And we could do more than talk, now..." She kisses him again. When they part, she pulls off her shirt. She is not wearing a bra.

"Oh wow..." is all he could say before she kisses him, this time deeper, more desperate. She raises his hands to her breasts, which he gently squeezes as she climbs over him, straddling him. She sits on his erection, and he is aware of a wetness in the cotton fabric as she rubs herself along his length. He pulls his mouth away from hers.

"Rosalee... why are you doing this?" He whispers. She slides off him, and starts stroking him once more.

"Because I want you. And you obviously want me. Why deny what we feel?" With that sentiment, she puts her lips around the tip of his cock and starts sucking and stroking. He groans and closes his eyes. She is so good at this. She hums around him.

"You taste so good," she comments as she releases him from her mouth and inspects him. He has such a beautiful cock. He could probably be a porn star if he wanted. And he was all hers. She pulls herself once more to his level and gently strokes his cheek.

"I really am dreaming, aren't I?" he whispers. She smiles.

"No. And I want to give you something. But before I give it to you, I want you to promise you'll at least take me out on a date."

"Are you sure? You could be committing social suicide..." She put a finger to his lips.

"I don't care. I told you I want you. I... I love you. Okay? I've had a crush on you since we were kids."

"Okay."

"Do you love me, too?" He nods.

"Then take my panties off." He obliges, slowly peeling them away from her skin. He takes a good long look at her. "I will ask you one more time: do you love me?" He nods, and she climbs back over him, her breasts brushing his chest. "Good. Now if you don't mind..." She kisses him, settling on his cock. He groans as her warmth embraces him, pulling her closer to him.

"Wait, are you sure?" He asks again, but it is too late to turn back.

"You're so big." She says quietly, ignoring his protestations as she starts moving her hips. He runs his hands along the curve of her waist and thrusts into her. She moans, and he reaches up to cover her mouth.

"We'll get in trouble." He pants, and she nods in agreement.

"You're right. I promise I'll be quiet... But it feels so good! Do you feel good?"

"I think I'd feel better if you kissed me again." She obliges him, and he sits up, shifting within her. She moans again into his mouth as he continues to thrust into her, touching her wherever he can reach. She runs her fingers through his hair, and he feels electric. God, if he was fire, this woman was gasoline... And yet she could also be water, cool and healing, soothing. He could still not quite get over how she could touch both his yin and his yang, his dark and quiet, his light and energy, all at once. But why is he getting philosophical when she is naked on top of him, kissing him like it was going out of style? He stops kissing her for a moment and holds her close to his chest, stilling her movements. She looks at him questioning as she squeezes her inner muscles around him, and he runs his hands along her skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, not entirely sure if he's speaking as himself or as the character she's created, "you're just so beautiful." He buries his face between her breasts before he starts to move again, this time thrusting much harder. The bed squeaks under them, and he freezes, panting. Shit! They'll get caught!

"Floor." Rosalee whispers in his ear, pulling off of him. There is a moment of readjusting as they spread some blankets and pillows on the floor, and Rosalee lies down on her back, beckoning him to cover her. Seeing her laid out for him like that makes him just want to ram into her and finish the job, satisfying them both, but the scenario she created still stood. If he was making love to her for the first time, he would not have allowed that to happen; he was more of a gentleman than that.

"I'm sorry, Rosalee, but your enthusiasm interfered with my preferred method of showing a girl a good time. Allow me to demonstrate." With that, he places a light kiss on the top of her foot. He trails a series of feather-soft kisses up her leg until he reaches her apex. He nuzzles her thighs before blowing cool air onto her slit, causing her to shiver. He gently pulls open her folds and kisses the bud of her clit. He adjusts himself and begin to lick her, causing her to throw her head back. She grabs the first pillow in reach and stuffs it in her mouth to stifle a moan. He licks her in long, lazy strokes as she squirms under him, making noises into the pillow. She is so sweet, sometimes he feels he could eat her all day. He strokes her thighs with his fingers before swirling them around her lips and dipping them into her. Her hips lift off the floor, and when she settles back down, she sits up a little, removing the pillow from her mouth. She looks at him with pleading in her eyes and mouths 'Please?' He nods, and climbs over her, trying to cover as much of her body with his as possible before driving into her. Their lips crash together again, and Rosalee wraps her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss to suck her earlobe as his hand finds her breast. He pinches her nipple and she nips his neck to stop herself from crying out. He feels her arm between them, and her hand rubs furious circles on her clit. Her breathing is getting more rapid, and he feels her muscles tighten, causing a sensation like his cock was being strangled. She moans softly under him as her hands one more find his ass, guiding his movements as she comes hard beneath him. He slows his thrusts, contemplating what he should do: should he try to give her another orgasm? While he feels close, he could put it off. As if she read his mind, she whispers in his ear:

"I want you to come in my mouth." He pulls out and helps her up. Her soft lips once more find the head of his cock, and he watches her attempt to take it all in her mouth. Valiant attempt, as always, but there's too much as she strokes what she can't fit in her mouth with her hands. But she has wonderful hands as well, and he feels his hips bucking as pleasure tightens his muscles.

"Rosalee!" he pants quietly as she squeezes his testicles, and he comes for her as she continues to stroke. She swallows his entire load, licking her lips. He can't seem to remember ever being with a girl who swallows, but she swears she likes it, saying his seed is sweet to her, like candy.

They lie together on floor, and Monroe pulls Rosalee close to him; he pulls the blankets up around them, cuddling her in their little cocoon. After a few minutes, when the fuzzy world came back into focus, Monroe asks Rosalee a question he'd been holding in his mind.

"So what's your fascination with us being teenagers? It seems to come up quite a bit." Rosalee flips onto her stomach, arm draped over his chest, her breast barely brushing against his side. She looks sad.

"You know how when you meet the right person, and you wish you'd met them sooner? Or you fall for your best friend, and you kick yourself for wasting time? Time you could have spent together? Talking, kissing, fucking... I wish I had been your first. And only. And I know that's unreasonable, and I know that I appreciate you more for being disappointed and having my heart broken... But I like to imagine us young and innocent again... well, more innocent, at any rate..." She puts her head on his chest, and he fans her hair out, smoothing it against his skin.

"Okay. I was just curious." He says as he gently traces her cheek with his thumb.

"Don't you wish that sometimes too?" He thinks for a moment, wrapping his arms around her.

"Sometimes I do, but I know the me back then would have lost you; I'd rather have you now, now that I'm responsible enough to keep you..." The both smile at each other, and he gently kisses her temple.

"I don't think you could lose me now if you tried."