That Thing Couples Do

Marco stared blankly at the irregular patterns that made up his ceiling. He stared, forming shapes and little images out of the random lines. There's a dinosaur over there, a skateboard there, a suspiciously cute face…

Marco groaned and turned over, flopping his face into the couch. "Sooooo…. BOOORED!" he lamented. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and he was lazing it away on the couch alone. How could it come to this?

It began as a normal morning, as Marco just sat at the kitchen table eating absurdly sugary cereal. Suddenly, a blur zipped by him and startled him, making him choke on his cereal.

"Hey Earth-Turd," called an annoyingly familiar voice. As soon as he dislodged the rogue breakfast in his windpipe, Marco looked up with a grimace.

"Hello, Pony Head," he said sarcastically. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Gosh, you don't have to be so, like, salty and sarcastic-like," the glittery head scoffed with a flip of her hair. "Besides, I'm not here for you, I'm here for Star. Speaking of, where is my bestie?" Pony Head did a full 360 degree rotation, looking around the kitchen. "Mmm, this place is kinda nasty man. You live here?"

"Yes Pony Head. And for your information, this kitchen is actually very sanitary."

"Um, that's not really what I meant," she muttered before clearing her throat. "Anyway, you didn't really answer my question. Where's B-Fly?"

"I dunno, go check in her room or someth-"

Before he could finish he was cut off by a shrill scream.

"POOOONNNYYYYYY HEEAAAAADD!" screeched the ball of blue and blonde that hurtled down from the top of the stairs. Pony Head, sensing imminent doom, quickly dodged to the side, leaving Star to fly past her and collide with the ground. There is a moment of stunned silence, as Star was planted face first into the ground, with her legs sticking up in the air.

Pony Head drifted over to Marco and spoke to him sideways through her mouth. "Just so you know, if she's dead, I'm blaming you."

Ignoring her, Marco got off his stool and took a step towards the Mewman. "Hey, Star? You alright there?"

Star tried to say something, but it was muffled by all the floor that was in her face.

"What was that Star?" Marco hesitantly asked.

Star suddenly swung around, her face as bright as stage lights. "I said, Let's PARTAYYY!"

Pony Head laughed. "That's my B-Fly, there she is! You ready to have a heckuva night? Or day, whatever time it is."

Marco let out a heavy sigh. "Let me guess, you two are going to the Bounce Lounge."

Star squealed and started bouncing up and down. "You know it Marco! We're gonna party until our legs fall off!"

Pony Head laughed in agreement. "Yeah, dance our legs off, that's a thing we're gonna do, totally," she trailed off, glancing down at her notable lack of legs.

Star struck a power stance, legs wide and a single finger pointing to an imaginary distance. "Let's go! Marco, the portal please!"

Marco rubbed his eyes. "Okay, but you guys go on without me. I don't wanna step foot into the Bounce Lounge, not after last time."

Star's pose suddenly wilted and she looked at Marco with puppy dog eyes. "Marcoooooo," she moaned. "We all gotta go or it won't be as fun!" Marco just glared back at her. "C'mon last time wasn't THAT bad." Marco raised his eyebrow. "Okay, maybe it was, but Pony apologized! See, look at how sorry that face is," Star pointed at Pony Head, who was distractedly chewing a piece of gum and staring out into space. Star furrowed her eyebrows. "Pony Head!"

Pony Head blinked and shook her head. "Wha- oh, right. C'mon Star, we don't need this guy to have a great time. Let's just go already, B-Fly."

Marco nodded. "For once I agree with Pony Head. You guys go have fun." He proceeded to pull out his scissors and open the portal to the Bounce Lounge.

"Aww, but Marco, what will you do?" Star continued to puppy eye him.

"I'm sure I'll figure something out. I could always hang out with Jackie."

Star suddenly lurched out of her sadness and into a happy smile. "Oh okay then! Sounds good! Let's go Pony Head!" She closed her eyes and skipped through the portal, Pony Head close on her heels. Marco found the sudden emotional u-turn a bit off-putting, but when you lived with a magic princess, you learned to deal with off-putting. So he just shrugged his shoulders and went to sit on the couch. Before he clicked on the TV, he shot a quick text to Jackie.

Hey, are you doing anything today?

He folded his compact and turned on the TV, flipping to a new episode of American Ninja Warriors. He leaned forward and went slack-jawed in childish excitement. After the latest competitor finished his run, Marco leaned back and closed his eyes. One day… he thought wistfully. He was suddenly drug from his daydreams as his phone buzzed beside him. He picked it up and saw that Jackie had texted back.

Hey Marco! I'm actually at the skate park right now with the crew, but I'll be heading home in about a couple hours. We can hang then.

Marco smiled. Maybe today wasn't gonna be that bad. He picked up his phone and started typing a reply.

Okay, what do you wanna do? We could go to Brittas, or maybe the mall.

He sat staring at his phone waiting for a reply. A minute passed. Two. Five. He eventually set down the phone and looked back to the TV. However, the moment his phone hit the fabric of the couch, it buzzed, and he snatched it up to see Jackie's reply.

Wanna hang at my place?

He paused, looking at the message. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been over to her house in ages. The last time he was there was for that middle school graduation party a couple years back. Man that brought back memories. Standing around, laughing with Alfonzo and Ferguson, until the moment came, the first words Jackie ever intentionally spoke to him.

"Hey there guys, thanks so much for coming to my party!" she had said with a content smile. While Alfonzo and Ferguson responded with a polite "Thanks for inviting us," Marco was left absolutely flabbergasted. For the first time ever, words that came out of that heavenly mouth… were for him. The rest of the night was a euphoric blur, any and all other events completely overshadowed by this incredible moment.

It was hard to believe that that used to be him. He used to be completely blown away by just a word from her. But now, they were dating. And… he had kissed her! And they had… well, maybe they had made out a little. Or a lot. Marco quickly caught himself and tried to take his mind off of that kind of stuff. Luckily, his phone buzzed, diverting his train of thought.

It was a video, from Jackie. He tapped it and it opened to a video of her at the skate park. She was standing on the edge of the bowl, then plunged down on her board. When she hit the other side, she rocketed into the air, grabbed her board and did a 360 spin, landing with perfect form and zooming back into the bowl. Cheers erupted from around the pipe as she landed.

Holy crap, she's so cool. Marco thought. Then he realized something. Holy crap, that's MY girlfriend. The literal coolest person in Echo Creek, and by far the most popular. He was stunned that he, Marco Diaz, the safe kid, had ended up with her. For a moment he started to feel unworthy. Maybe she deserves someone better than me… He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind. No no, I can't think like that. Instead, maybe I can just be… grateful. He smiled to himself. He liked the sound of that.

With that thought, he put down his phone and returned his attention to the TV. He spent the next few hours watching whatever interesting he could find, until interesting stuff just stopped appearing. As it turns out, Saturday at 3 o'clock wasn't exactly prime time TV. Soon enough, the soap operas and rerun reality TV shows began to wear on him. Eventually he turned off the TV entirely and began to stare at the ceiling.

Suddenly, he heard the gentle vvvvvv of his phone ringing. He jolted up, slamming the receive call button, desperate for any relief from the unending boredom.

"Hey Marco, how you holding up?"

Marco jumped up and silently fist pumped at the sound of Jackie's voice. He took a moment to collect himself before responding.

"Just wasting away my teenage years in horrific boredom, you know, the usual."

Jackie laughed on the other end of the line. "Well, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm heading home right now, do you wanna meet me there?"

"Uh, yes, yes, absolutely!" Marco stammered.

"Awesome. I'll see ya in a few, Marco."

"Yeah, see you Jackie." He responded before ending the call. He looked towards the ceiling, closed his eyes, and said a little thank you to whatever forces may be in the multiverse. A worrying thought suddenly crossed his mind. He looked down at himself in horror. He was still in his pajamas, and covered in nacho dust. His stomach did a flip, and he immediately dashed upstairs, brushing off the dust as he went. By the time he was at his room, he had stripped to his boxers and he threw the shedded garments into the corner. He grabbed his trusty black skinny jeans and red hoodie, and dashed to the bathroom. He very quickly scrubbed his teeth, swished some mouthwash, and sprayed his deodorant. And for the final touch, he ran his hands through his hair, shifting it back to his regular style. He looked in the mirror at himself, threw up a thumbs up, and dashed to the garage, where his bike was waiting.

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Marco arrived at Jackie's house, just a little exhausted from the trip. Luckily he didn't live too far away, so he wasn't super exhausted when he got there. More importantly, he wasn't very sweaty. He lifted up his arm and took a sniff of his pit. It still smelled like his deodorant. Thank goodness, he thought. There's no telling how mortified he would be showing up at Jackie's house like that. He looked up from the street at their sleek, modern, and massive house.

Jackie's family was actually pretty wealthy, as her mom was a lawyer. Looking at her mom, you would never in a million years see any sort of resemblance, apart from their bright blonde hair. Her mother was stiff, orderly, and well put together. It's a marvel that her and Jackie are related in any way. However, when you look at her dad, Jackie's mannerisms start to make more sense. He was tall and lanky, with jet aqua eyes and an untamed mass of hair atop his head. He was a surfing instructor down by the beach, as well as a part time artist. Jackie's laid back personality very clearly came from him. How two polar opposites came to love each other and get married was beyond Marco, but seeing their relationship tended to put an odd happiness in your heart.

Marco began making steps towards the door. He was a bit nervous because of the possibility of one of her parents opening the door. He hadn't talked to them in a while, so he was a bit scared of how the interaction would go. But before he could make it to the door, he heard someone call out his name.

He turned around and saw Jackie cruising down the sidewalk, up into the driveway, and into the walkway to the front door, before stopping in front of Marco. As she stabilized herself with the ground, she reached up to take off her helmet, releasing her wavy blonde hair. "Man, you beat me here." She was panting heavily. Upon closer inspection, Marco realized that she looked very exhausted. There was sweat dripping down her brow and she was shaking slightly from exertion.

"Oh my goodness, you look terrible!" Marco said, his maternal instincts taking over. Then, realizing what he said, started blushing. "I-I mean, not like, bad bad, but tired bad, you know?" He said, laughing nervously.

Jackie threw her head back and laughed. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh Marco?" Marco shifted anxiously. Jackie reached out and punched his shoulder. "I'm KIDDING. I know what you meant. C'mon, let's get inside."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small key ring, and used one key to open the front door. Before stepping inside, she turned and looked at Marco, who was looking up apprehensively at the house.

"What's wrong, Marco?"

"Um, what should I say to your parents? Are they going to threaten me because we're dating now?"

Jackie laughed again. "Man, you are killing me today. I'm not sure, but you don't really have to worry. They aren't home right now."

Marco heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh okay. Whew." He then stepped into the doorway after Jackie, closing the door behind him. As the door clicked shut, a revelation made him freeze.

He was in Jackie's house.

Alone.

WITH JACKIE.

He immediately felt sweat begin to bead at his hairline. Is this okay? He thought panickedly. Is it okay for a boyfriend to be alone with his girlfriend at her house? Are her parents going to be mad? Marco looked up at Jackie, who was already climbing the stairs. "Um, Jackie? Are you sure this is okay? To be here…. Alone…"

Jackie looked back at him with a smirk. "Of course, silly. Now come on up, I wanna show you my room."

Marco gulped nervously. Being a teenager, his mind started to think naughty things, and he had to focus energy on suppressing those thoughts as he climbed the stairs. He followed Jackie down the hall and into a door painted with blue diagonal stripes. Inside was a really cute room, more cute than Marco expected. Her bed seemed to be full size, and it had big white willows and an aqua comforter. It wasn't perfectly made up, but enough so that it looks like an effort was put in. There were three dressers, and all of them were white with a deep blue trim. However, his attention was very quickly drawn upwards, and what he saw made him freeze.

"Holy shit," he whispered

There was a mural spanning the entire length of the ceiling. It was a breathtaking depiction of the ocean, artistic, but also incredibly realistic. The whole ceiling was a deep blue, and there were large swaths of a lighter blue that made waves. At the tip of the waves was swipes and dots of white paint that made up the froth at the edge of the waves.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

Marco looked at Jackie, dumbfounded. "Cool? This isn't just cool, this is incredible!"

Jackie smiled wide. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome. That's what happens when your dad's an amazing artist."

Marco looked at her and pointed towards the mural. "Your dad did this?"

Jackie nodded. "He did it once he found out my mom was pregnant. He said he wanted his kid to grow up appreciating the 'majesty of the ocean.'"

"Did it work?"

Jackie smiled and nodded. She looked up at it, a little fog in her eyes. Her dad had initially made it to let her love the ocean, but in times like these, the mural just made her appreciate him more.

While Jackie was looking thoughtfully at the ceiling, Marco's eyes were locked on her face, captivated by her expression. She looked vulnerable, emotional. A way he had never seen her before. This felt like… the real Jackie. And that made her incredibly attractive.

Without a conscious thought, Marco walked towards her, and Jackie jolted out of her stupor at his sudden movement.

"Marco, what's u-" she was cut off as his lips touched hers. She was surprised, Marco had never taken initiative like this before.

I don't think I mind it though. she thought as she wrapped her arms around him. Marco reciprocated and pulled her close. They stood there, kissing and holding each other under the cerulean ocean. After a moment, Jackie escalated the situation by gripping the back of his shirt. After a moment they broke apart, and looked in each other's eyes. Jackie saw a fog in Marco's eyes, a certain shine, and she knew what he was feeling. She smirked and bapped him on the back of the head.

Startled by the sudden change of pace, Marco jolted back into reality. He became painfully aware of how close they were, and how a certain part of him was reacting.

"I-I-I'm sorry," he stammered, backpedaling. "I just saw you, and you looked so pretty, and I-"

"Marco, calm down, it's alright." Jackie smiled at him, before getting an idea that sent a slightly devilish look across her face. She walked up to him very very slowly, never taking her eyes off of his. Marco was suddenly very nervous. A part of him screamed 'run away,' but another, much, MUCH stronger part of him said to stay and see where this went.

Jackie walked until she was inches away from him. She lifted up her hand and placed her single pointer finger directly into the middle of his chest. "I didn't mind one bit." The fiendish glimmer in her eyes caused Marco to flush red. She then began walking to his right, dragging her finger along his chest. Once it reached his shoulder, she retracted her hand and walked past him. "I've gotta go take a shower. Can you entertain yourself here for a bit?"

There was no response.

"Marco?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, totally."

Jackie laughed and walked out the door. And then Marco was alone.

He stood stock still for a moment, still frozen in shock. He then violently shuddered and fell on his backside. He was flushed red, and breathing really heavily. What just happened? He thought. What was that?

Jackie had flirted with him before, but never like that. That almost felt…

Seductive.

Marco shook his head to banish the thoughts. No, there's no way. Jackie's cool, she was probably just tired from the skate park or something, he thought, not even convincing himself.

PSHHH

That must be the shower, Marco looked out towards the hall where the sound was coming from. Suddenly, his mind started drifting to Jackie, and became particularly focused on the fact that she was in the shower. The water cascading down, wetting her hair to her head, running down her back, dripping in between her…

Marco reared back and gave himself a meaty slap on the face. This was NOT the time to be thinking those thoughts. To distract himself, he looked around the room some more.

His attention was quickly drawn to a mirror that sat atop one of the dressers. It was a large oval, with simple pegs protruding from the dresser to hold it up. And scattered around the edge of it were tens of pictures. He stood up and walked closer to get a better view of them.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that they were all big events in her life or people she knew. There was a picture, clearly of her summer camp, of her standing with about a dozen other kids of all ages who were all wearing the same white and green shirt in a forest. Below it was a picture of her and Janna, surprisingly, standing in front of a large fire on top of the convenience store. There were a lot of other pictures, some of her skating, some of her playing sports, and a ton of other things.

But the one that caught his attention was the one that was closest to the center of the mirror. It was a picture of them, before they went to the school dance. Jackie was dressed up in her beautiful aqua dress, and Marco stood beside her, all stiff in his rented suit. The sight of the picture in such a central position warmed Marco's heart, and made him get closer and closer to falling in love with Jackie.

Then, the steady din of the shower cut off. Marco began to get nervous for no particular reason and quickly sat down on the edge of her bed. He tapped his fingers on his knees as he waited for Jackie to come back.

A curious thought crossed his mind. I wonder what she put on, Marco had never seen her 'chilling at home' outfit, so he was a little excited. The excitement abated however, as he came to a realization. Wait, did she bring any clothes to the bathroom with her?

The moment he thought that thought, the door to the bedroom swung open.

Standing there was Jackie.

Jackie, and not much else.

Instead of being on her body, her clothes were in her hand, and in their place was a single white towel. It was wrapped around her torso, and was hanging off her breasts in such a way that you could see her bust very clearly. Above it was her gently sloping shoulders and her short, shining arms. As the towel went down, it hugged her curves until it cut off about halfway down her thighs. Beyond that was her angelic smooth, pale legs. Her feet were bare, sinking slightly into the carpet.

Marco was slack-jawed in awe and shock. This situation was almost completely foreign to him, a possibility that had never once crossed his mind. The only other time he had seen a girl like this was...

"What's wrong, Marco?" Jackie asked coyly.

Snapping out of his stupor, Marco went beet red and quickly turned away. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be seeing you like this, I'm sorry, I promise I won't look."

Marco felt a hand on his shoulder. "Marco, look at me." Jackie said.

He turned towards her, and put all of his willpower into NOT looking at her chest. She leaned in and kissed him.

She pushed into the kiss rather aggressively, causing Marco's head to go foggy. He didn't even notice as she climbed up next to him on the bed. But he did feel her hand press against his chest, and the touch was electrifying.

He pulled back his head for a moment, and looked at her. "Jackie. Are we… doing… that?"

"If you want to," she whispered back.

"But… is this okay?"

"Marco, trust me, it's fine. It's just a thing couples do sometimes. I wouldn't be here if I didn't wanna do it." She paused and looked him in the eyes. "Do you wanna do it?"

Marco looked at her. At first, his anxiousness was screaming at him all of the things that could go wrong. But it was very suddenly, very quickly smothered by a tidal wave of hormones. Marco replied to Jackie in the best way he thought how, by wrapping his hand around her waist and kissing her fiercely.

Jackie smiled against his lips before pushing herself against him. Her force pushed Marco onto the bed, and they broke for just long enough to lie down together before locking lips again. They stayed for what felt like ages, holding each other and kissing before breaking apart for breath. Both of their faces were flushed red as they looked at each other panting. Marco glanced down for a split second and looked back at her eyes. Jackie smiled and sat up.

"You wanna see?"

Marco nodded his head fervently. Jackie reached around to her side, unfolded the towel, and let it drop.

As if in slow motion, the towel drifted down her body to reveal her breasts. Marco stared in awe at those things he had fantasized about so often. They were hefty C cups that drooped down from her chest. Her nipples were fairly flat, though the areolas were sizable. Marco saw nothing but perfection. His jaw dropped, unable to comprehend the situation he was currently in. Jackie, the woman of his dreams, was sitting on his crotch, buck naked, and she was perfect, more than perfect.

He looked back up at her face, and saw that she was looking to the side and blushing. Aw shit, she's pulling an embarrassed anime face on me… god, it's so cute. Jackie shook her head and looked back at him. "Alright, that's enough looking. Now come on, let's get even."

Marco nodded and started by unzipping his red hoodie. Jackie unmounted him as to give him space to undress, and tossed the towel off the bed. By this point Marco had lost his shirt, and was working on his belt. Jackie took this opportunity to look at what he was packing. When his jacket was on, he just looked really skinny, but Jackie now knew that that was just an illusion. He was very toned. While he didn't exactly have pecs, there was a definite outline, clearly indicative of him working out. And his abs were very, very clear. Jackie whistled. "You've been holding out on me Marco. Since when have you been so shredded?"

Marco paused and looked down. "Oh, that? Eh, that's not really anything special. I guess that's just kinda what happens when you do…" he narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance dramatically. "Ka-ra-te."

Jackie stared at him. Marco froze and looked at her, suddenly realizing how uncool he just looked. "Um, hehe, nevermind, erm…"

Then Jackie threw her head back and started to howl in laughter. Marco instantly relaxed and dropped his arms, relieved that he didn't embarrass himself too much. Jackie leaned forward, barely able to speak through her laughing. "I… can't… believe you Marco…"

Marco stiffened up again. "Um… I'm sorry… uh…"

Jackie shook her head, and breathed heavily to swallow her laughs. "No no Marco, that's not a bad thing. It's incredible that you can still find a way to be goofy, even in a situation like this. That's what I like about you Marco." She put her hand on his knee and smiled warmly. "You always make things fun."

Marco blushed. "Ah, well, you know, I do what I can, hehe, hehe, heh…"

Jackie ran her hand through her hair and took a deep, deep breath. "Well now that that's out of the way…" she grabbed the waistband of his pants and gave them a slight tug, causing Marco to inhale sharply from her touch. "Let's get THESE out of the way."

Marco nodded and hoisted his weight up. Jackie pulled down, leaving behind only his skin, before whipping the pants from his feet and tossing them to the floor. Then she spotted his little guy. It wasn't exactly little at the moment, standing full mast before her. It was a little bigger than she expected. "Is that about the normal size?"

"No, it's actually an inch and a half above the national average," Marco replied very quickly. Jackie looked at him questioningly. Marco shrugged. "What? A man's gotta know where he stands." Jackie smiled and leaned forward towards Little Marco. She began bringing her face closer and closer, making Marco get more and more nervous. She stopped when she was just above it, looking straight down at it. She took one more devious look at Marco, before going down and gently kissing the head. Marco leaned back and let out a heavy breath as electricity rocketed from his crotch to the rest of his body. Seeing his reaction, Jackie leaned down and kissed it again, and again and again. She laid kisses up and down the shaft, all the way from the head to the base and back to the head again. Marco shivered and bit his lip.

Jackie gave one more kiss to his very tip, and then shifted herself and Marco's legs so that she was laying between them, looking past his cock to his eyes. Marco found this incredibly erotic, sending his already high heart rate skyrocketing.

"You look like you know what you're doing."

Jackie glanced to the side. "I may or may not have done some… research…"

Marco's eyebrows shot up. "You mean… porn?"

Jackie nodded, still blushing. "I was just curious, and I wanted to know. And once we got here, I figured I'd just… do what they did."

Marco was blown away. "Well you're doing a fantastic job so far."

A genuine smile spread across the girl's face. "Thanks, Marco. That actually makes me really happy."

Marco smiled back at her, looking into her gorgeous aqua eyes, before remembering what he was doing. He smirked down at Jackie. "You know what would make ME really happy?" he asked.

Jackie grinned. "I think I might have an idea…" she whispered as she lowered her face to his length and slowly took his head in her mouth. Marco's head fell back again as the warm sensation of her mouth on his dick melted him. She took his moans as encouragement and began to slowly move her mouth up and down. Marco clutched at the sheets as she slid up and down his length.

She began to bob her head more ferociously, eliciting equally fierce gasps out of Marco. Has she done this before? Marco thought. I mean, she didn't seem to know how big a dick was supposed to be, but holy shit. He looked down at her blonde hair bouncing up and down. She's pretty good. Maybe it was just the fact that it was Jackie, his forever long crush, sucking him off, or maybe it was just that good. Marco didn't care, and retracted his mind to the current moment, and enjoyed the pleasure lacing through his body.

However, he realized that he was getting close to his limit. He gently grabbed the side of Jackie's face and pulled her off of his crotch. She looked up at him questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong, I assure you," Marco stammered. "You're really, really good at that. I was just… getting close."

Jackie's eyes opened with understanding. "Oh, okay." She sat up. "So, what next?"

Marco blushed. "Well, if you're up for it, do you wanna… go all the way?"

Jackie smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."

Jackie began to crawl past Marco, so he slid to the side to let her pass. She made her way to the head of the bed, turned around, and plopped down on her back so that her head was resting in the ocean-esque pillows. She turned to Marco, raised a finger, and beckoned him over. Marco immediately moved towards her. He was more ready for this than he had been ready for anything in his life. But then he hesitated.

"Don't we need, like, protection?"

Jackie smacked herself on the forehead. "Duh, I'm an idiot. Hold on a second." She leaned over to her nightstand, and opened up the drawer. After a couple seconds of digging around, she came out with a square, plastic package with that instantly identifiable circular indentation. "Wow, that was almost really bad, huh?" She handed the condom to Marco.

"Yeah, seriously." Marco looked at the package. "Where did you get this?"

"My parents were giving me the talk, and gave me one so I'd know what it was. They wanted me to eventually open it on my own and see how it worked, but I kinda forgot about it."

Satisfied with that answer, Marco went ahead and tore the plastic, revealing the rubber itself. It was pre-lubricated, and the lubricant felt weird on his fingers. He pulled it out, and brought it down to his member, rolling it down.

Once he was done, he looked back at Jackie. "Now I think we're ready," He said. He pushed forward until he was on top of Jackie, perched above her on his hands. He then positioned his member at her entrance. Before pushing, he looked at the aqua haired girl.

"Wait, I haven't thought to ask. Is this your first time?"

Jackie nodded her head. "How about you?"

Marco nodded as well. "It's my first time going this far, at least."

Jackie put one of her hands on his chest. "Then are you alright with taking this slow?"

"Absolutely."

"Then go ahead."

Marco nodded and very slowly pushed his hips forward. Initially, there was a bit of resistance, but the lubricated condom allowed him to slip in fairly easily. Even though only his head was inside, Jackie winced and reached up to grip his back. Marco took note and paused, letting her get used to him. When she nodded, he pushed a little bit deeper, this time extorting a heavy breath from Jackie. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper, until he was completely hilted inside her. Every inch that went inside her made Jackie moan progressively louder. Oh my god, how can it feel so huge? She thought through the cloud of pain and pleasure that had laid over her mind. Marco then slowly pulled back until only the tip was still inside. Jackie was shocked at how suddenly empty she felt, and she gasped at the sensation. Marco then pushed slowly back into her, drawing a long, slow moan out of Jackie's throat. Once he was all the way in again, she patted him on the back. "Stop… stop right here for a minute."

"Oh, sorry. Of course."

Jackie closed her eyes and waited. It hurt, yes, but through that pain she felt the pleasure beginning to rise up. She locked eyes with Marco before pulling him into a kiss. Marco replied in kind, passionately locking lips with her.

They sat there for a few moments, locked together at two pivots, skin exposed to the air, with sweat forming on each of them. They stayed, entangled together, until Jackie's pain had subsided. She pulled apart from the kiss, and told him to keep going. Marco jovially obliged.

He retracted and entered her once again, It still hurt a little bit, but that was significantly overshadowed by a rising pleasure. "Yes…." she whispered through heavy breaths.

Encouraged by the word, Marco began to pulse with a slow rhythm. Jackie closed her eyes and leaned back while her moans began to fill the room.

Marco was in heaven. She felt so amazing, even through the condom. He still felt her warmth, the friction of his thrusts, and her walls clamping down on his member. Oh my god, is it supposed to feel this tight? Marco had no clue, but all he knew was that this felt incredible. As if by instinct, he began to speed up his thrusts.

Jackie felt him speed up and began to moan louder. She felt every bit of his steady acceleration, exciting her nether regions more and more. She looked at him, and he looked at her.

Jackie's face was bright red. Her mouth was open wide, breaths and moans and gasps escaping at every turn. Her eyes were partially closed, and her hair was wild, frayed and fuzzy. The aqua streak laid alongside her head, bobbing up and down as she was moved by Marco's hips. Marco looked down for a moment, and took in the sight of her body. She was glistening with sweat. Marco became mesmerized by the movement of her breasts along with the rhythm of his thrusts. She was beautiful.

Marco's face was red as well, even more so than Jackie's, partially due to exertion, and partially due to the deed itself. Sweat dripped down his face, trailing down until it either dropped off his face onto Jackie's body or trailed down his neck to his chest. His toned torso trembled as he moved, his abs flexing and unflexing to move his hips. Jackie looked him up and down one more time and reached a conclusion.

He's really fucking sexy.

"Marco… this speed… it's perfect."

Marco heard her and stopped his acceleration, and maintained a solid speed.

"Jackie, you feel so good."'

"You too, Marco."

Marco's eyes clenched shut. He felt the pressure rise up from behind his hips, a pressure he knew very well.

"Jackie, I'm almost there."

Jackie moaned louder in response. "Do it, Marco!"

Marco pumped and pumped, calling Jackie's name over and over, until he felt the wave of climax wash over him. His vision went white, and he felt his cum pump through his cock, into the waiting rubber.

The two stayed frozen there, locked together at the waist, breathing heavy breaths. Then, the spell was broken as Marco flopped down beside Jackie. They laid there, staring at the waves on the ceiling, panting, attempting to recover from their adventure.

Once he collected himself, he turned his head so that he was facing Jackie, who did the same.

"That was… incredible." Marco whispered.

"Totally." Jackie smiled. "So you liked it?"

Marco scoffed. "Liked it? Jackie, I've never felt anything like it in my life! It's more than just 'I liked it.' That was… so amazing."

Jackie laughed. "That makes me happy, Marco. I'm glad I can make you feel good."

"Ditto."

She sat up, looking down at herself and her bed. Where she was laying before laid a small damp spot of sweat in the sheet. She looked down at herself, covered in sweat. "Now look what you did. I have to take another shower now."

Marco laughed. "Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who made this happen." His expression sobered slightly. "Really, thank you. Never in a million years would I have the confidence to make that sort of move. But it was so good. Thank you."

Jackie leaned down and gently kissed him. "Anything for you, babe." She leaned back over and swung her feet off the bed. She grabbed the discarded towel and wrapped up again. "I'm gonna go and take that shower, then you can have it, alright?"

Marco finally sat up from the bed. "Yeah, that sounds perfect." He watched her walk out the room and turn towards the bathroom.

Marco put his hands behind him and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. Despite being in complete disbelief of what had just transpired, he felt very content. It almost felt like… this was the perfect way to lose his v-card. He chuckled and closed his eyes, completely content.

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After their showers, they cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie, halfway through, both of them fell asleep, only to be woken up by a call from Jackie's mom. Since it was nearly 7, they said goodnight and Marco hopped on his bike, heading home.

When he got home, he found Star and Pony Head chilling in the living room watching TV.

"Hiiiii Marco!" Star said from the couch. "How was your day?"

Marco smiled to himself and said, "It was pretty good. How was the bounce lounge?"

"Well…."

Pony Head harrumphed. "Two hours in, Star decided to be a doofus and do a backflip off a table, and then hurt her ankle.:

Star smiled and shrugged.

Marco shook his head. "I'm pretty tired now, so I'm gonna go ahead and hop in bed. Goodnight, guys."

Both Star and Pony Head said goodnight back. As he walked up the stairs, Star watched him, and the smile slowly drained from her face.

"Star? Staaaaaar! Mewni to Star!"

"Hm? Oh yeah, what's up Pony Head?"

"Mkay, tell me what's up with these 'Kardashians' bitches. What, like, is Kim's problem?"

Star laughed and turned back to the TV.