Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Max was finishing her breakfast when Mark texted her, inevitably bringing a big, bright smile onto her face. She'd been missing him tremendously, even though they'd only been separated for two days so far. She knew he hadn't seen his family in literally a year and needed to spend some time with his close ones, thus she hadn't bothered him much the day before. He had texted her goodnight, though, using just about every pet name he had for her. In return, she'd sent him a selfie, wearing a Christmas-themed sweater in the picture, which he'd definitely found endearing.
Mark: Merry Christmas, Sweetness
Max: Merry Christmas, baby :*
Max: I miss you so much
Mark: I miss you more
Mark: How's your morning going?
Max: Oh, good. Got some clothes and sweets from my parents and now we've almost finished breakfast. How's yours been?
Mark: A bit lonelier without you. But spending time with my mother, brother and his kids feels nice too. I'm "the best uncle ever" according to my nephew Noah
Max: Awww, that's so sweet. Are you his only uncle?
Mark: No. And that's the beautiful thing about it
Mark: I really am his favorite uncle. Ha!
Max: :D
Mark: Did you find your gift, Sweetness?
Max: No? Where would it be?
Mark: Search your bag a little more carefully then
Max headed to her room to get to the bag, frantically searching for what Mark had hidden in there. She was almost sure he'd tricked her, it was that hard to find. Finally, in the most inner pocket, she found a small box. When she opened it, she saw beautiful, golden earrings in the shape of a butterfly.
Max: Oh Mark…you shouldn't have
Max: They're BEAUTIFUL, thank you :*
Mark: I'm so glad you like them
Max: Now you go and look inside your bag. Haha!
Max: My gift is in the same taste
Mark: Nicely arranged. Hold on then
Mark got up from the sofa and went up his old room, where he had left his suitcase. Under the pile of his clothes he hadn't unpacked yet, he found a small-medium bag, and inside it – a small box with cufflinks. They were also golden, with minimalist embroidery on the edges, and M.J. initials engraved on the surface.
Mark: Sweetheart, they're perfect
Mark: Couldn't have picked better ones myself
Max: Really? Oh, that's so great
Mark: Yeah, really. I'm going to wear them all the time now
Max: Good (◡‿◡✿)
Max: So, any plans for today?
Mark: Nothing specific… We might watch some family movie, then probably eat the rest of the pie you made
Mark: How about you, babygirl?
Max: Well, I *wish* I could spend Christmas with you
Max: Not that I mind seeing my parents but… you know
Mark: I know, darling, it's alright
Max: So yeah. We'll hang out and take a walk like we usually do
Max: Although no snow this year
Max: Oh! And I made a pie here too, so we'll eat it too
Max: I wonder if my parents missed me or my baking more…
Mark: Haha. I'm sure it was you though
Mark: Speaking of
Mark: My family asked who made the pie
Mark: So I told them about you
Max: Oh… How did they react?
Mark: Well, they were definitely surprised to hear how young you are
Max: So you told them I'm your student?
Mark: Yeah…
Mark: Something tells me they might think I'm crazy
Mark: But I told them that I love you
Mark: And that it's not some casual thing
Mark: Because it isn't
Max: I know, baby 3
Max: Should I be afraid to meet them then? Especially your mom?
Mark: No, of course not. I'm sure she'd love you. They all would
Mark: And I think I explained it to my mother well enough
Mark: She's just worried that it won't last
Mark: I mean, she's worried for you, not for me
Max felt her heart sink. Did his mother have a good reason to think so? But thankfully, this little scare was short-lived as she read the next message.
Mark: But you know it will last, right?
Max: Yes, baby. I know
She smiled to herself, feeling relieved.
Mark: Good. I'm glad
Mark: So how about you guys?
Max: We might go out for a walk after dinner but for now we'll just hang out at home
Max: They'll probably want me to talk a lot about Blackwell and how I've been doing
Mark: It's so sad, you're gonna have to leave out the best parts
Max: Haha yeah, poor them
Max: I do wish I could just tell them about us
Mark: I know, me too.
Mark: But they won't see it in a good light
Mark: And I can't even blame them
Max: : (
Mark: Don't be sad, baby
Max: We'll tell them eventually, right?
Mark: Well, yeah… But rather around June or July
Max: Yeah yeah, once I finish school.
Max: But I fear they still might go and do something about it
Max: I don't want you to get hurt in the process
Mark: Don't worry, Sweetness. I'll be okay
Mark: We'll just have to do in a very delicate way
Mark: And, uh…I could quit teaching at Blackwell
Mark: So the problem would be gone, sort of
Max: Yeah, but we can't tell them how long we've been dating
Max: Maybe we should tell them even later
Max: And hey, please don't quit just for me
Max: You love your job
Mark: I love you more
Max smiled widely.
Max: I love you too (◡‿◡✿)
Mark: See, you're too adorable. Blackwell be damned
Max: ^^
Mark: Let's not worry just yet
Max: You're right
Max: So what are you doing right now?
Mark: Finishing my pancakes, listening to the news
Mark: The kids are running around
Max: Guess it's much noisier there
Mark: Oh, definitely
Mark: I've missed them, though
Max: Well, I'm glad you can finally hang out with your family
Mark: Me too, baby
Max: Look, I gotta get going now
Max: But I have an idea
Max: We can Skype later. Or sext
Mark: Don't you mean text?
Max: Oh, I do mean sext
Max: Look it up, we've kind of done it a little already
Mark: Oh
Mark: I get it now
Mark: That sounds…interesting
Max: It does, doesn't it?
Max: But if we do choose to Skype, keep your hands on the keyboard
Max: The walls in my house are too thin
Mark: Naughty girl, you only think of one thing
Max: Oh, like you haven't thought of it
Mark: Touché
Max: Check in later, babe.
Mark: Later, sweetheart
Max then decided to talk to Chloe, though she wasn't sure if her best friend was busy with her mother, her "stepdouche" or Rachel.
Max: Merry Christmas, Chlo! 3
Chloe: Merry Christmas Maxie
Chloe: How's it going?
Max: Good, good, but I miss you. And Mark
Chloe: Aww, I miss you too
Chloe: Got anything nice from your parents?
Max: Clothes and sweets. Good enough
Max: And you?
Chloe: Some money. They're not exactly sure what to get me
Chloe: I have a pretty wild taste
Max: Oh yeah you do
Max: Anything from Rachel?
Chloe: I don't know.
Chloe: I haven't seen her yet.
Max: You guys okay?
Chloe: Not really. We had a fight last night.
Max: What happened, Chlo?
Chloe: We were just talking on the phone, joking and stuff and she suddenly took offence, accused me of calling her a slut – WHICH I DIDN'T – and hasn't been responding to my texts.
Max: I'm so sorry, Chloe…
Chloe: Thank dude. I really don't know what was it that I said that made her so mad. I've been replaying that convo in my head and I still have zero clue
Max: Well, if you explained it to her, it's now up to her to believe you. And she should
Max: You're crazy about her, and you would never deliberately hurt her
Chloe: Exactly. I hope she'll understand
Max: She will. She'd be an idiot if she just let you go bc of that
Chloe: Thanks Max. You always know what to say
Chloe: How are you and your Mister doing?
Max: We're great, but I so wish I could spend Christmas with him
Max: He's with his family too, at least not he's not sitting alone at home
Max: I think I'd stay in AB if he didn't have anyone to go to
Chloe: Yeah, that's good
Max: Yeah. Once again, I'm sorry about Rachel
Bitch is always making problems, Max thought to herself. She was feeling angry at her best friend's girlfriend. But then she felt bad for having these mean thoughts, too.
Chloe: Thanks… Let's just hope she'll come around
Max: She will! Or she'll have to deal with me. NO ONE hurts my Chloe.
Chloe: 3
As the evening was approaching, Max felt another buzz in her pocket. She was sitting on the bed in her old bedroom, cozy under a couple of blankets and watching some Christmas-themed videos on YouTube. The walk with her parents hadn't been the most pleasant one. They hadn't argued, but kept asking about her plans about college, and given her low GPA since coming to Blackwell, Max felt too scared to break it to them. What college would even want her?
Mark: This has been the longest Christmas ever
Max: Aww baby, I'm sorry. I wish I could be there
Mark: S'alright. The pie though? Masterpiece
Max: You liked it?
Mark: Everyone liked it. It's great
Max: Really?
Mark: Yeah, it was delicious, babe. Thank you so much for being so thoughtful
Mark: And you know how much I love dark chocolate and raspberries
Max: Oh yes, I do. Welcome (◕‿◕✿)
Mark: Cute
Max: What are you up to now?
Mark: I'm in bed, there's some movie on, but I have no idea what it's about
Mark: How was your day?
Max: We did take that walk, but I was being bombarded with questions about college
Mark: Don't know where you wanna go yet?
Max: Yeah. And my GPA sucks
Mark: You still have time to get it up
Max: True, but I still don't know where to apply
Max: Not a lot of photography-focused programs
Mark: Chicago is wide open with their photography programs
Mark: And I think UCLA might have some Art programs too
Mark: And if not that, you can pick something related. You don't *have to* study photography at college
Max: Maybe… I mean, what you're saying is right, but I just…I don't wanna think about it right now
Mark: Okay, baby. Let me know when you do
Max: I will. Thank you 3
Mark: No problem. So what are you doing right now?
Max: Taking my mind off it all, watching videos on YouTube
Mark: Anything fun?
Max: Yeah, I'm enjoying it. I don't think it's your taste though
Mark: Most likely not
Mark: I trust you know me
Max: I think I do, well enough
Max: I wish you were here
Mark: Me too. Like I said, it's been the longest day ever
Mark: I'd be having so much more fun by just being around you
Max: Me too, baby
Mark: I would kiss you, run my lips down your jaw and neck
Max: I would snuggle up to your chest, run my fingers down your back
Mark: I would sneak my hands up your PJs, yank it off
Max: And then?
Mark: Feel your breasts, bury my face in them
Mark: I love doing that
Mark: And sucking on them
Max: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Max: I would unbutton your shirt, feel your hot skin
Max: Kiss your chest, going lower and lower
Mark: And then?
Max: I would reach your belt, unfasten your pants in a hurry
Mark: By then I'd already be hard
Max: I would take you into my hand
Max: Move it up and down
Max: Then faster
Max: Until I'd replace my hand with my mouth
Max: Going down on you, feeling you inside my mouth
Max: Feeling you against my tongue, my cheek, my palate
Max: You'd feel so good
Max: And you'd pull my hair because of how good you'd feel inside my mouth
Mark: Oh wow. Now it's way too vivid in my mind
Max: I'd suck on your with more intensity
Max: And you wouldn't be able to hold on any longer
Max: Finishing inside my mouth
Max: And I'd swallow, smiling at you
Mark: Fuck. You made me touch myself
Max: Good.
Max: Now what would you do to me?
Mark: Pulling you on top of me, my hands skimming down your sides
Mark: Until I reach your panties, inching them down
Mark: Seeing you nude on top of me
Mark: I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you
Max: I would be so wet for you
Mark: I would reach out with my hand
Mark: Gently stroking your entrance with my fingers
Mark: Feeling just how wet and warm you are for me
Mark: I would lay you down now, position myself between your legs
Mark: Then I'd tease you by kissing and licking your soft inner thighs
Max: I love when you do that
Mark: Noted
Mark: I would then move closer, my tongue finally touching your delicious cookie
Mark: I would taste your sweetness on my tongue
Mark: You have no idea how good you taste to me
Mark: Moving my tongue in circles
Max: I'd put my hands in your hair, urging you to go faster
Mark: I would stroke your wet folds more eagerly
Mark: Enjoying how they grow against my touch
Mark: And I'd listen to your moans with delight
Mark: Knowing that I'm the very reason of your pleasure
Mark: I'd move my lips and tongue faster now
Mark: Causing you to throw your head back
Mark: You'd spill further into my mouth
Mark: And I would drink it all up
Mark: Because I love the way you taste
Max: Oh fuck…
Mark: You want me to fuck you now?
Max: Yes…please
Max had been touching herself for a while now too, albeit through her underwear, but reading his words made her excitement grow and she couldn't restrain herself completely. Nor did she want to be stopped.
Mark: Moving up, I'd slowly enter you
Mark: I would see that lovely pink blush on your face
Mark: I'd lean down to kiss you
Mark: And make you taste yourself on my tongue
Mark: I'd take your wrists and pin them to the bed, moving within you
Mark: It feels so good to be inside you
Mark: I'd look you in the eyes and you'd see the desire in mine
Mark: I would be making you moan with each of my movements
Mark: I'd pick up the pace, riding you faster
Mark: Feeling how warm and tight you are
Max: I'd begin to move with you
Mark: I would begin to feel myself pulsate inside you, unable to stop
Max: I would beg for more
Mark: With the last few thrusts I'd drive into you more slowly
Mark: Feeling you deeper
Mark: Until I make you come
Mark: You'd sure call out my name
Mark: Then I'd give into my own pleasure
Max: Mark…wow
Max: How are you so good at it and at describing it?
Mark: I have the best muse, so it's not difficult
Max: Stop, you're making me blush
Mark: I love that color on you
Mark: Too bad we can't do all that right now
Mark: I'm all ready to go
Max: Me too, I'm kinda blaming you
Mark: Can't help it
Max: Well, you're just gonna have to do all that when I come back on Friday
Mark: Like you even have to ask
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Max: I am very angry at you, mister
Mark: And a good morning to you too
Mark: What's this about?
Max: Well, you warmed me up
Max: And I couldn't do anything about that
Max: Very frustrating
Mark: Oh…well
Mark: You could have taken care of it yourself
Max: Easy for you to say
Max: It's way simpler for you
Mark: True
Max: Plus, as I said
Max: The walls in my house are REALLY thin
Max: It's hard to…focus
Mark: I'm sorry, baby
Max: Plus, I…haven't exactly been able to…finish
He hesitated for a moment before composing the next message.
Mark: If you want, I could…
Max: You could…what?
Mark: …teach you?
Max: Oh
Max: To…pleasure myself?
Mark: Yeah
Max almost choked, reading that message, feeling her heart pick up the pace. How would he even do that?
Max: I don't know what to say
Mark: I'm sorry. Was that too much?
Max: No, I just…
Max: Never expected you to offer
Max: Or to even think about it
Mark: Well, it's just that – an offer
Mark: You can decline, no feelings hurt
Mark: But I absolutely wouldn't mind doing it for you
Max: Won't that be…weird?
Mark: Weirder than all the stuff we've done?
Mark: Like our little photography session, for instance
Max: Right.
Mark: And I don't think you have any idea how hot it would be for me to watch you do that
Mark: There may or may not have been vivid fantasies of it swirling around in my mind already
She began considering his offer, feeling her heat rise as she imagined what it would be like.
Mark: Max?
Max: Sorry. I'm still here, I'm just thinking
Max: And I did like your dirty fantasies text so ; )
Mark: Look, I'm just as happy to pleasure you myself
Mark: But if you want me to, I'll show you how
Mark: It's only fair if we're both able to do so
Max: You're right
Max: Well…we can try it
Mark: Remember, absolutely no pressure
Max: I know
Mark: If it doesn't work, then it just doesn't
Mark: But I'm pretty sure it will ; )
Max grinned at her phone screen. She loved how confident he was in his abilities. And he wasn't being overly confident here, it wasn't as though he hadn't proven himself to her time and time again already.
Max: You know, I do like this idea
Mark: You do?
Max: Yeah, I mean…nothing bad can happen, right?
Mark: And a lot of good *can*
Mark: Picture me smirking right now
Max: Oh, I know it's your default expression, sir
Mark: Mhm, "sir"…?
Mark: You naughty girl
Max: Well, alright
Max: Teach me ; )
Mark: Putting it in my schedule now, miss
Mark: It'll be a lesson you will *never* forget
Max: Oh gosh stop or I'll have to touch myself right now
Mark: Go ahead
Mark: I wouldn't dare to stop you
Mark: If only I could watch too…
Max: Maybe I'll let you
Mark: Don't tease
Max: I'm not ; )
Mark: Oh, you are driving me *crazy*
Max: Good. That's the point
Max: Think how right now, my other hand slowly slides down
Max: Tickling my own skin, creating goosebumps
Max: Imagining that it's you who's doing that to me
Max: Until I reach between my thighs…
Max: Pleasuring myself and thinking of you
Max: I'm smiling widely, and I have to cover my mouth or else someone's going to hear me
Max: I'm blushing a lot because this feels like I'm being so *naughty*
Max: What would Mr. Jefferson think of me if he knew what I was doing right now?
Max: But it just feels so good, so I'm not stopping
Max: I can feel myself aching for him more and more
Max: And I gasp to myself: Oh Mark…please come home soon
Max: Even though…I'm not *allowed* to call him "Mark"
Max: This is *Mr.* Jefferson
Max: He's my *teacher*
Mark: Oh lord. I'm hard again.
Max: But I'm just a naughty girl who has a crush on her photography professor
Mark: Girl, what are you doing to me?
Max: Did you like it?
Mark: Like you don't know already
Max: Ha. Picture *me* smirking right now
Max: And what are you going to do to me for being so naughty?
Mark: I am so going to fuck you senseless when I see you
Max: You better
Mark: Don't ever doubt it