Author's Note: This chapter is a lot more erotic than others, excluding the actual sex scene. But even then, this is a little more erotic than it is romantic. Either way, please enjoy!
Marty woke up rather late into the day, looking at the clock and realizing that he had to get to school. He and Doc had agreed that he would attempt to bring his parents together at the school. Marty had found his father's house by following him back to his house the day prior, however George had taken no interest in associating with the insistent Marty.
Marty woke Doc up, who had fallen asleep on the couch near him and was halfway falling off of it. He shook his friend who awoke with a start and almost slapped Marty in the face with his spastic movements. Marty backed up and allowed the older man to gain his footing.
"Alright. I'll just hang back and pick you up later. It's all on you now." Doc told Marty as he left the high school. The bell rang and a pool of students flooded into the halls, chattering and locker clangs filling the air. Marty's eyes searched the crowd and it wasn't hard to find his young father, who was holding a generous amount of books and was being followed by Biff and his gang. He had been roughly pushed to the ground and was brushing it all off as if eh didn't care. Marty watched in pity until Biff and his gang were shooed off by Mr. Strickland. Marty approached George and put an arm on his back in a friendly manner.
"Hey, George! Look, I have somebody I want you to meet." Marty decided to get right to the point. There wasn't much time for him to get them to talk before the bell rang again. George decided not resist Marty this time, as he did seem like a pretty nice guy. Marty searched the crowd for Lorraine, and finding her was easy as he could recognize her anywhere. Parting through the crowd with George nearby, he approached Lorraine at her locker and her eyes instantly went to him.
"Marty! How are you?" Lorraine asked, batting her eyelashes in that way that made his heart melt. He gulped, clearing his throat as she stared at him endearingly.
"I'm fine, thanks. Look, there's somebody I want you to meet. Lorraine, this is George McFly." Marty shoved George forward a bit, who was hesitant, but awkwardly choked out a greeting anyways.
"H-hi." he greeted. He had never really talked to any girls before, let alone one as pretty as Lorraine. Marty waited anxiously for conversation to engage, however none did as Lorraine turned her attention back to him.
"Hello, George." Lorraine replied to him, but when there was no response, her attention was returned to Marty. "So, Marty... about tonight. Do you think you can make it? What did your uncle say?" she asked in her sweet, innocent tone. What she was asking, it seemed like she was deliberately trying to make it sound ambiguous. George found he had nothing to say, and he quietly exited the conversation. Marty noticed George had slipped away and found himself in a tight spot.
"Uhh, yeah. S-sure, whatever." Marty answered, more intent on getting George back to Lorraine than answering her. Apparently her friends were in on it because they all giggled at his answer. Marty only now noticed how closely Lorraine had stepped towards him. Just then, one of her friends thought it would be funny to shove her, and Lorraine fell forward, her lips briefly brushing against Marty's before she fell into his arms. Shocked, he couldn't move as he stared down at her. She seemed just as shocked as him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice cracking. Lorraine sat back up, removing herself from his grasp.
"Yeah, I'm fine... very funny Betty!" Lorraine turned to her friend, who was giggling incessantly. Lorraine's face was a decent shade of red, which was what her friend was going for. Marty didn't know what to say.
"You two... are so cute!" Betty teased. Lorraine just huffed at her. She was embarrassing her in front of Marty. Marty was still frozen. She had just kissed him... again. Albeit it was somewhat by accident this time, but it still felt so good. He scolded himself again, but he couldn't get the feeling of her lips against his out of his head, and her soft curly locks brushed against his skin, her sweet aroma... he shook himself back to reality. What had he agreed to?
Walking back to Doc's mansion, Marty walked in through the door and sighed as he collapsed on the arm chair in the living room. He had no success today. What was he supposed to do? He needed to get a hold of himself. Doc called Marty back into the garage. He had to show his plan for getting him back to his time.
It was around 6 pm when Marty and Doc heard a knock on the door. They both looked at each other. "Who could that be?" Doc asked. At first Marty wondered too, but then remembered what Lorraine had been asking him about earlier. It must be her. He ran up behind Doc to see if his guess was right. Doc peered through the window's curtains before turning around. "It's your mother! What is she doing here?" Doc asked. Marty bit his lip. How was he going to explain this? He supposed giving as little information as possible would be the best thing he could do.
"I told her we'd go do something. Don't worry, I'll take care of it... in fact, I'm going out. I'll be back in a little bit. Don't worry about it." his fake nonchalant voice had apparently fooled Doc, because he had no protest at allowing Marty to leave. Marty opened the door and closed it quickly behind him, looking at Lorraine standing in front of him. "Lorraine. You're... here." Marty said, a bit surprised she would come to him.
"Of course. I didn't want you to forget... right?" she moved closer to him, brushing a finger to his chest. Marty warily glanced backwards.
"Uhh, let's take this somewhere else." Take what somewhere else? What was he doing? Before he knew it, Lorraine had dragged him back to her house. She shut the door behind her and skipped up the stairs.
"C'mon!" she chimed. Marty sighed and walked up the stairs, standing in the doorway to Lorraine's room.
"So what is it you wnat to show me?" Marty asked. Who was he kidding? She didn't have anything to "show" him, except maybe herself. Lorraine giggled and flopped onto the bed, patting the spot next to her. Marty hesitated, but walked through the door and sat down next to her. Her hand found its way to his thigh. He acted like he didn't notice.
"Oh, nothing, really. It's just..." Lorraine still felt hesitant about pushing herself onto him. She decided to ease the tension by striking up a conversation. "Tell me more about yourself." Marty was surprised. What? She didn't want to kiss him for hours? He felt like a pervert for thinking that's all she wanted, but at the same time he felt a great deal of relief at her proposal.
"Um. Alright," he started, "What do you wanna know?" Marty didn't know what he could tell her without messing things up more than he already had. Lorraine stared up at him, thinking.
"I don't know," she said, "what do you like to do?" she asked. Marty smiled. That he could answer.
"Well, I write my own music and play guitar." he answered. Looking down at her, she had her skirt riding up just a little bit too high...
"Wow, that's really neat! You're a real Elvis Presely, huh?" Lorraine smiled at him. That only made him that much more endearing. Marty blushed a bit. He didn't think he was THAT good. "Personally, I don't really have any hobbies. Iguess I'm kinda boring, huh?" Lorraine asked. Marty shook his head. Her, boring? She's anything but.
"Of course not! You're..." he stopped mid sentence. What could he say about her? "you're intelligent, clever, witty..." Marty listed off.
"Aww... you really think so?" Lorraine asked, moving closer to him. Marty stared down at her. She was so pretty.
"Of course." Marty answered, staring back down at her. Then something came to mind. "You call me by my... middle name." Marty said. It wasn't REALLY his middle name, but whatever.
"Mhm. And?" Lorraine nodded.
"I was wondering... what's yours?" apparently it had slipped his mind. Lorraine giggled.
"It's Lea." she answered, smiling up at him with that sweet smile that he loved so much. Marty smiled back at her, remembering.
"Lea... it's so pretty." he said, quickly covering his mouth. He had just complemented her... he couldn't do that. Lorraine sat up, rubbing Marty's thigh.
"Thank you." she thanked him sincerely. Marty brought his hands back down and Lorraine leaned in, kissing him softly. She pulled away. "I guess that's kind of boring." she stated. Marty looked puzzled.
"What's boring?" he asked. Lorraine smiled and looked down.
"Well, I can do better than that." she said, and she glanced back up before locking his lips with hers again. Marty was taken by surprise again, and this time the kiss wasn't short. Marty felt himself slipping into it, and he slowly began opening his mouth and letting her tongue slip into his mouth, tasting her sweetness again.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, but something about it felt so... right. It felt good to be recieving affection. Lorraine was oh so inexperienced in kissing in this manner, so it was up to Marty to take the lead, although he felt hesitant in doing so. Marty greeted his tongue to Lorraine's leaning forward and pushing against her a bit. She let out a delighted squeal in response to his actions. Her hands traced his body, sliding downward and rubbing his legs.
Marty moaned into Lorraine's mouth very softly, as if he tried to retract his voice. Lorraine murred softly back to him, like she was reassuring him. She moved her hand up and rubbed his arm tenderly, and both pulled away to take a much needed breath. Looking at her with lust, Marty panted and rubbed his mouth, wiping away the loose saliva. After just a few seconds, Lorraine locked lips with him again, placing her hands on his shoulders. Marty kissed back hungrily.
Her inexperience in tongue kissing was too cute to Marty, who reveled in being the one in control. Her mouth tasted sweet, and she smelled sweet, and she was just so... cute. Her soft girly moans delighted Marty more than they should. Pulling away again, Marty and Lorraine stared lustfully at each other.
Marty could feel his body had reacted to the affection that Lorraine had shown. It didn't help that she had been rubbing his legs as well. Still closely in front of him, Lorraine stared down excitedly, seeing Marty wasn't very good at hiding his modesty. Hesitantly, she reached out her hand and kneeded her palm against him, Marty yelping in response.
"Ah! W-what are you doing?!" he asked, surprised. He wasn't expecting her to even try to touch him. He couldn't back up anymore since he was up against the back of the bed. Marty let out a soft moan at the warm tingly feeling in his loins. Lorraine smiled at Marty's moan, giggling.
"Aww, that's so cute... um, does it feel good?" Lorraine asked, staring down. She couldn't meet his eyes with what she was doing. She rubbed in a circular motion, and she could feel him strain against his jeans more. Marty moaned again, and Lorraine bit her lip and glanced up at him.
"...Y-yeah. Now, stop..." Marty answered. At his request, Lorraine stopped touching him. Marty repositioned himself and covered his modesty by putting his arms in front of himself. What was he doing? He couldn't let it get out of hand. He was still astonished Lorraine had tried touching him. He looked to the side shyly, not sure what to say after what had happened. "Um... I'm sorry." Marty apologized. What was he apologizing for? SHE was the one who touched him in the first place!
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that if you didn't want me to." Lorraine apologized back to him. Placing a hand on his, she looked up into his eyes and smiled sweetly. Marty felt his heart melt. She was just so sweet. "um, if it makes you feel better... you can... touch me, too." Lorraine said, her voice lessening as she finished her sentence. Marty just stared in disbelief. "H-here..." Lorraine took his hand and placed it on her chest, albeit a clothed one. Marty instantly pulled his hand back.
"Ah, no, it's fine." Marty replied. Even though he had pulled away, those few seconds that his hand had caressed her breast were so enticing. She felt so soft. Lorraine smiled again.
"Oh, okay..." Lorraine replied, embarrassed at her actions. She stared back at Marty. She was delighted at the fact that he had gotten excited by kissing her. She just wanted to kiss him for hours, but things had become unfortunately awkward.
"So... was there anything else you wanted to say?" Marty asked, his voice cracking. Lorraine was happy to see he had attempted to shake the awkwardness off. She thought about it for a moment. She looked at the clock, realization hitting her.
"Oh! My parents will be home soon. You should probably go." Lorraine told him. Marty nodded. He didn't want to be caught with her alone without them knowing. He got up and Lorraine got up as well, pecking him on the cheek. He smiled shyly at her and hurried back to Doc's mansion.
It was rather late, around 10 pm, and Marty was exhausted. It had been a very tiring and unsuccessful day. Marty flopped lazily down onto the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over himself and falling asleep.
Though he had fallen asleep soundly, Marty would have much unrest throughout the night. He awoke in his dream, finding himself in Lorraine's house. As it was a dream, there were a few things amiss, such as certain objects being missing or replaced, and some were in different spots. Marty hadn't quite realized that he was dreaming, and, as such, called out. "hello? How did I get here?" he asked. A few seconds later, he heard a female voice calling him from upstairs.
"Marty, I'm up here! C'mon!" Marty heard the familiar female voice calling him to come upstairs. He did so, wanting to know how he had gotten here. He walked up the stairs and turned towards the door to Lorraine's room, walking into the room and being greeted by the sight of a scantily clad Lorraine lying on her bed. Her outfit was nothing but a bra and panties.
"Umm... L-Lorraine! What are you-" Marty couldn't finish his sentence. It was too much. Lorraine stroked her side seductively, trailing her finger upwards and caressing her chest. She gave him the bedroom eyes. She licked her finger and waved him over with her hand.
"Come over here, you naughty boy." Marty gulped, feeling something come over him. It was pure, unclouded lust. He walked towards the bed and flopped down next to the young girl next to him. Marty knew this couldn't be real. Lorraine would never do or say anything like this. He looked down at his hand. 5 fingers. He pinched himself. No pain. Yep, he was dreaming. Loraine carressed marty's chest, gently stripping his clothing off. He gulped, not stopping her. She looked down and saw that he was rather excited. "Oh, looks like somebody's happy to see me." Lorraine chimed. Marty didn't say anything. His stomach was tying itself in knots.
"Uhh..." Marty muttered. Lorraine began pulling his jeans down, removing his belt and quickly tossing both to the side. His hardened appendage was much more visible to her now, and she licked her lips. "L-Lorraine..." Marty muttered softly. He didn't want her to stop. He gazed at her beautiful sleek body as she laid in front of him. Pulling his underwear down, Marty winced and looked away as she stared at his member. He couldn't believe this. It was just a dream, but it felt so real.
"Hehe. You're so big, Marty... I bet you wanna slam it inside me, don't you?" Lorraine teased, dangling her fingers around his hardened member. He twitched in response. Turning back top her, his mouth was open. He was in shock at her words. swallowing, and stared down at her as she batted his member playfully.
"W-what are you talkinbg about?!" Marty asked. Lorraine giggled and wrapped her hand around him, stroking him. Marty moaned in response. Lorraine giggled and smiled, looking up at him.
"Does that feel good? I'm glad." Lorraine said. Her voice still had a trace of seductiveness in it, but this time it was softer. Marty blushed at her words. It did feel good. He was enjoying himself too much.
"Y-yeah..." Marty replied. He didn't care anymore. It was just a dream, after all. It wasn't hurting anything, right? Lorraine's hand was soft around him, and it felt so good.
"How does this feel?" Lorraine asked, and before Marty could reply, Lorraine had taken him into her mouth. The soft, wet, warm feeling of her mouth around him made him moan louder than before. This was amazing. He looked down at her. The sight of her sucking him like a lolipop drove him crazy. She pulled away for a moment. "Hehe, you like the sight of me sucking you off?" she asked, looking up at him. Marty's face had become a deep red. He never expected her to say something like this. That was something he would see written in a Playboy magazine.
"Um..." Marty didn't know what to say. "Y-yeah. Don't stop..." he replied. Lorraine nodded and went back down, her tongue tenderly caressing him. Marty sat with his tongue hanging out like a dog. He stared down at Lorraine, admiring her body again, and watching as her hair flopped back and forth with her head as she bobbed up and down on him. Pulling away again, Lorraine looked up at him and grinned.
"You're really enjoying yourself, huh?" she asked in her seductive tone again. Marty bit his lip and stared lustfully at her. She was so beautiful. Those big brown eyes, that cute curly hair... she was driving him crazy.
"Y-yeah..." Marty answered. Lorraine giggled playfully and reached behind her back, unclipping her bra. Marty's eyes grew wide and he watched her toss the clothing to the side. Her soft breasts were now in full view. Though small, he still loved seeing them.
"You like them, bad boy?" Lorraine teased. She inched closer to him, pressing her chest against his. Her hands trailed back down between his legs and she stroked him again. Marty moaned in response and Lorraine quieted his moans by locking lips with him. Marty could hardly focus on the kiss as the pleasure he felt was starting to escalate.
"Mm!" he moaned into her mouth, attempting to tell her he was getting close. Lorraine pulled away and stopped stroking him. She stared at him, looking into his big blue eyes. Marty stared back at her, flustered.
"Hmm, are you gonna cum?" she asked. Marty bit bis lip. She was such a tease! He nodded. Lorraine smiled. "well, then..." she went back down and took him into her mouth again. Marty gasped. He couldn't take it anymore. he inhaled sharply as he felt a rush of pleasure in his body, and he released a generous amount of white liquid into Lorraine's mouth. Much to Marty's delight, she swallowed every last drop. as he finished, she sat back up and he stared at her. She swallowed. Marty just blushed and looked away.
Marty had tossed and turned a fair amount throughout the night. Just as he had before, he was having a wet dream. Soft moans escaped his mouth. He had moved so much that a lot of his blanket had fallen onto the floor. Marty let out one more soft moan as he had in orgasm in his sleep.
Marty awoke to the blanket halfway onto the floor and a wet feeling in his his pants. He immediately knew what it was, and then remembered the dream he had had the night prior. He blushed. It had felt so real. He decided it would be best not to tell Doc about it. Or would it?