Tuesday, November 8th
Marty had decided against recounting his dream to Doc. He knew it probably would have been the smart thing to do, but it was just too sensitive a subject for him to talk about, and, subsequently, to endure the incredible embarrassment. Already he felt some even though it was only himself in his thoughts. Regardless, he realized that attempting to get George and Lorraine together at school was not exactly a polished plan. He'd wait until after school to bother George again.
Lorraine closed her locker and grabbed her brown bag. She was disappointed to see Marty had ditched school again, but it wasn't too big of a deal, because she had something special in store for him later that day. It had been a stroke of luck for her - her parents were going to be gone again tonight. They were going out for dinner, but at this expense there would be the duty of looking after her little brothers. Not too much of a price to pay for some alone time with Marty.
Lorraine was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't realized her friends Betty and Babs had come up next to her, waiting for their starstruck friend to go to lunch with them. They were eagerly awaiting the juicy details of the previous night's visit. "Hey, Lorraine, are we gonna go or not?" Babs asked impatiently. Lorraine snapped back to reality and looked at her friend.
"Oh, right!" she agreed, and the three girls made their way to the lunch room. Lorraine looked around warily, not wanting to encounter Biff and have him attempt something again. The three sat down at their usual spot and began to excitedly converse.
"So you gotta tell me. Did you guys do it?" Babs asked. Lorraine's face turned tomato red and Betty scolded her friend. Lorraine just stared at her. Why would she think that? Then again...
"Babs! What the hell?" Betty stared at her. The other girl just turned to her and grinned. Teasing her friend was what she lived for. She was the more... let's say, "rough" girl in the group, having no censors whatsoever.
"Hey, if there was a hot guy that I had the chance to get alone... whoo boy, lemme tell ya." she grinned and snickered jokingly. Betty rolled her eyes.
"Puh-lease." she replied. They both turned back to Lorraine, looking at her expectantly.
"So? What happened?" Betty asked. Lorraine sighed.
"Um, no, we didn't do it." Betty just smirked and Babs groaned.
"YOU'RE SO BOOOORING." she whined. Lorraine just laughed. Well, she would do something soon. If she didn't chicken out, that is. In fact... she had something planned for later. Something that Babs would definitely NOT title as "boring".
"If you say so. All that really happened was a little bit of talking, then kissing... and then..." Lorraine hesitated about saying what happened next. It was brief... so what was the point of even mentioning it? It couldn't hurt anything, though, right? Babs perked up at Lorraine's hesitated reply.
"And then... what?" she asked. Lorraine squirmed. The memory made her feel all warm and fuzzy. She blushed.
"W-well, he got a little... um..." Lorraine didn't know what to say. Babs and Betty just stared at her expectantly. She knew they wanted her to say it.
"He got a boner?" Babs blurted out. Betty turned to her and scolded her again.
"BABS, can't you just be quiet?" Betty asked, annoyed. Lorraine nodded.
"Um, yeah. That's what happened. I..." she paused. "I tried to touch it! He told me not to, so I thought maybe he wanted to touch me, and-" Lorraine was talking so fast. Babs smiled deviously.
"Aww yeah! So wait, you jerked him off then?" Betty sighed and faceplanted on the table, giving up. Lorraine's cheeks flushed. The thought of making Marty feel good... her heart fluttered. Touching him there... raw. She shook her head in response.
"No! I didn't do anything!" she replied.
"But you just said-" Babs began, but Lorraine cut her off.
"I just kinda rubbed him through his pants and then put his hand on my chest, but he pulled away, okay?" Lorraine finished. Babs looked fairly disappointed.
"So, he's a real gentleman, then, huh?" Betty chimed in, apparently having decided to ignore Babs' comments.
"Yeah... he is." Lorraine smiled to herself at the thought of Marty.
It was around 3 pm and Marty decided to make his way downtown to look for George. Finding him was rather easy, since he usually hung out around the malt shop. After a fair amount of following, he managed to get George to try and ask Lorraine out. Unfortunately, Biff had come in to intervene and Marty had saved him, doing some wicked skateboarding tricks in the process of running from Biff.
After the extravaganza that was that, Marty gave up for the day and went back to Doc's house. Lorraine had decided to follow him back again, as she had a few things she wanted to ask.
Marty walked into the door and Doc was waiting in the garage for him. He asked about how getting his parents together was going, and Marty told him the truth for once and let him know that things were not going well. Just as they began discussing plans again, there was a knock at the door. Once again, Doc glanced through the window and Marty let Lorraine in.
"Marty," Lorraine started, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but..." Lorraine walked close to him, giving him half lidded eyes. In a sweet tone, she asked, "Do you think you could ask me to the dance this Saturday?" she asked softly. Marty gulped and glanced at Doc, who just looked at him expectantly. Marty could smell her sweet scent from where he was standing... she was just a little too close. Or maybe, she was perfectly fine where she was. Being so close to her... felt nice.
"Uh," Marty stuttered, not sure what to say with Doc right there, "Y-yeah, sure." he replied. He would devise a plan with Doc on what to do, so he could agree to her request right now. Lorraine smiled.
"Great!" she chimed. There was a pause. "Um... Marty's Uncle, can you give us a moment?" Lorraine asked softly. Marty turned to him and nodded. Doc left them alone, going to another room. Lorraine swallowed. "So, uh, guess what? My parents went out for dinner and I have to watch my brothers tonight... I was wondering if you'd come over and help?" Marty swallowed. A part of him knew it would be better to say no. But the lustful side of him, the side that was overpowering the other, said to say yes. So he did just that, and they went back to Lorraine's house to "watch her brothers".
Lorraine's little brothers were both asleep, so there would be no need to look after them. Lorraine brought Marty into her room and closed the door behind her, flopping down onto her bed once again. Marty just swallowed nervously and reluctantly walked over to join her.
"So, I'm guessing you want to... talk... again?" Marty asked. He knew just as much as she did that they weren't here to "talk". If talk was a keyword for "makeout", then they would both be correct. Lorraine giggled that sweet girly laugh and Marty bit hiss lip as he stared down at her. Once again, she had allowed her skirt to ride up perhaps a bit too much.
"If that's what you want." Lorraine answered. Marty sighed. What was he going to do with himself? She was too pretty and sweet. He couldn't handle himself. Noticing his anxiety, Lorraine caressed his arm lovingly. "Hey, why don't you relax? You look so tense." she commented. Marty just nodded. He kicked off his shoes and laid back against the fluffy pillows on the bed. Lorraine trailed a finger on his chest. Her actions were making him even more tense. It felt like she was going to try something. Which, Marty wouldn't entirely resist. Looking at her hazel brown eyes, he listened to her intently. "So," she started, "I was just wondering..." Lorraine began, and she hesitated.
"Wondering what?" Marty asked curiously. The way her voice weakened was too cute. The way she had propped herself up also gave him a nice view of her chest. Marty bit his lip again. She was totally irresistible. Lorraine noticed he was staring at her.
"You like staring at me, huh?" she teased. Marty blinked. His cheeks started flushing a deep red. It was true, he did like staring at her. Her luscious curves and soft lips were just so tempting. "Hmm..." Lorraine looked at him as he stared embarrassedly at her,. He tore his gaze away and looked to the side.
"I-I'm sorry. It's rude to stare." he apologized, rubbing his arm nervously. Lorraine smiled, grabbing his face and turning it back to herself.
"Not if it's me, it's not." she said before locking lips with him again. Marty was surprised at her actions again, but why should he be? Slipping into the sweet familiar flavor of her mouth, he opened his own to engage himself once again. The two kissed hungrily for a few minutes before pulling apart to take short breaths. Marty grabbed Lorraine's forearms and pulled her a bit closer to himself as they continued. Lorraine had straddled herself atop Marty and he put his arms to the side on the bed again. The two broke apart again and Lorraine sat up on top of him, before squeaking when she felt something poke her. "Ah!" she squealed, moving off of him. Marty just blushed and sat up as well.
"Uhh, sorry..." Marty apologized. Lorraine nodded.
"No, it's fine. Um... it felt good, kissing me, right?" she asked softly. Marty gulped before nodding his head.
"Y-yeah..." he replied shyly. It did feel good. Incredibly good. Too good. He wanted to hold her in his arms forever. Her flavor was still laced on his lips.
"Marty... c-can I touch it? Please?" Lorraine asked sweetly. Marty felt his heart pounding. He wanted to. He wanted to do it. He wanted to let her touch him. Touch him... there. To feel her soft fingertips graze him... and stroke him... Marty shivered. "You can... touch me, too." Lorraine said quietly. Marty felt his interest spark even more at her proposal. Lorraine slipped her skirt off, leaving only her blouse and panties. Marty gulped.
"Uhh..." he didn't know what to say. He had to find a way to do this without it becoming... too much. "I-I'll let you touch it if... neither of us looks. We can cover ourselves with this blanket, I guess." Marty answered. Lorraine smiled excitedly. Marty couldn't believe he was agreeing to this.
"Alright." Lorraine agreed. She pulled the blanket up and sat on her knees with the blanket in her lap, so that her lower body was covered up. Marty gulped and removed his jeans, feeling relief at having no pressure in his pants. He sat underneath the blanket as well, staring nervously at Lorraine.
"W-well..." he started, "Go ahead... I guess." he finished, looking away. Lorraine felt around underneath the blanket, her hand touching his leg. Marty winced. Her hand found its way up and she brushed against his bulge. Marty gasped.
"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Lorraine asked in alarm. Marty shook his head.
"N-no. Go on." he insisted nervously. Lorraine stared at him and watched his face as she rubbed against his hard on through his underwear. He moaned softly, and she smiled.
"Does that feel good?" she asked sweetly. Marty just blushed, looking down. He couldn't meet her gaze.
"...Y-yeah..." he muttered. Lorraine just smiled and felt her heart flutter. He was so bashful. She decided to be a little more bold, moving his underwear to the side and touching him raw. Marty gasped and moaned through gritted teeth as she stroked him gently. She bit her lip. It was s odd to touch. It felt so hot and... weird.
"Wow..." Lorraine muttered, "I-It's... hot..." she quipped. Marty turned back to her and stared at the look on her face. It seemed to be a look of wonder and fear mixed.
"Um... y-yeah." he agreed. Lorraine looked up at him.
"You know... you can touch me, too." she said, scooting a bit closer. Their knees were touching. Marty swallowed nervously again, reaching his hand underneath the blanket and between her legs. She let of a squeal as his finger grazed her slit through her panties. He rubbed his finger against her repeatedly, feeling a thin layer of liquid through her panties. "T-touch me... for real." she said. Marty nervously moved her panties to the side and stroked her warmth again, this time earning a louder squeal. He explored her slit and went a bit lower, finding her entrance. Hesitantly, he stuck a finger inside. "Ah!" Lorraine moaned, and Marty added another finger. She squeaked. He reveled in her cute girly moans as he explored her wetness. It wads incredibly hot, tight, and soft. Poking around her was both interesting and entertaining, each of his movements earning delightful moans from her.
"You're... tight." Marty noted, imagining what it would feel like to do it with her. He felt himself throb at the thought, and moaned to her as she stroked him. Her soft hands felt wonderful on his engorged member. Lorraine found it difficult to focus at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her. Marty loved the look on her face as she squirmed at his prodding.
"Y-yeah... I'm a virgin, after all..." Lorraine replied, trying her best to please Marty as much as he was pleasing her. Marty smiled. Of course she was a virgin.
"Umm, l-look... if you touch me here, it feels... r-really good." Marty directed, grabbing her hand a dragging her finger on the underside of the head of his member. Lorraine repeated his example.
"Like this?" she asked, stroking him softly. Marty moaned.
"Y-yeah." he replied. Lorraine smiled. Hearing him moan like that made her even hotter.
"well, I'll show you my sensitive spot, then." Lorraine grabbed Marty's hand and guided him more upwards, placing his finger on the small protrusion nestled between folds of flesh. "It's... m-my clit." she told him quietly. Marty had heard that word before. He knew a little bit about it. Moving his finger very gently in a circular motion, he looked up and watched her moan under hi touch.
"how does that feel?" he asked, his breathing becoming rapid as well. Loraine squeaked and gasped as he swirled his finger around her pleasure button.
"Ah! It f-feels amazing..." she replied, using her other hand to stroke Marty while one still stroked his sensitive spot. Marty took note and used his other hand to begin fingering her again. Both were moaning softly at the other's movements.
"I-I'm... gonna cum..." Marty muttered, feeling the pleasure rising rapidly. Lorraine nodded through gasps.
"M-me too...!" she moaned his name as his fingers prodded around her wetness. Neither could take it anymore. They couldn't hold it in.
"Haaah..!" Marty gasped and let out a long guttural moan, feeling his fluids rising and spurting out onto Lorraine's hand. The hot white liquid coated her hand and some found its way onto her bed. Marty could hardly focus but he did feel Lorraine's walls clamp down tightly around his two fingers and she spasmed a bit, gasping several times as she came. Both finished and began panting heavily after their activity. The sat there for a moment, having retracted their hands from one another and taking breaths. Lorraine brought her hand up from under the blanket and looked at the white liquid that had coated her hands.
"It's... so warm." she noted, moving her fingers and watching the way it moved. I was certainly thick. Marty blushed furiously and looked away.
"Uh... um..." he didn't know what to say. It felt so good, what they had just done, and now she was looking at his cum... it felt embarrassing. Lorraine noticed his bashfulness, and smiled softly.
"You don't have to be embarrassed." she assured him, "It felt good, right?" she asked sweetly. Marty nodded.
"Y-yeah." he answered. It felt so wonderful, especially since he did it with her... Lorraine turned her attention back to the sticky white fluid on her fingers. Curiously, she inspected it.
"So... what does this taste like?" she asked. Marty felt his face flush even more. Sure, he had had a little taste... once... out of curiously, but she didn't need to know that!
"W-well... I mean, you can try it, if you want." Marty suggested. Lorraine looked at him.
"Have you... tried it?" she asked, staring at him. Marty gulped. he couldn't lie to her.
"Well, yeah." he answered. Lorraine smiled.
"That's so cute!" she quipped, embarrassing him further. "Alright. I guess if you tried it, I can, too." she said, and she took a lick, the liquid sliding down her throat rather easily. Marty stared at her and she made a face. He frowned. Was it really that bad? "Oh... it's kinda salty and bitter." she told him. Marty looked a bit upset. He grabbed her hand.
"Well, we have to clean it up some way, so I'll do it by showing you it's really not that bad." Marty told her, licking his own cum off of her hand. Immediately after, however, he made a face as well. Lorraine laughed.
"See, I told you!" she said. Marty looked away.
"Y-yeah, whatever." he answered.
That night, Marty returned to Doc's house feeling both relieved and terribly dirty. Had he really just done what he thought he did? He knew all too well he did exactly what he did. He wasn't dreaming. He had done something that had officially cemented Lorraine's romantic tendencies towards him... and he towards her.
Deciding to do his plan he had devised for getting George to ask Lorraine out, despite the fact that he had already agreed to go with her, he grabbed the radiation suit from the car and brought his Van Halen cassette player and a hair dryer with him, making his way to George's house and climbing in through the window. Carefully placing the headphones on George's ears, he blasted the music, awaking him with a start. George sputtered and attempted to question the mysterious stranger, however it was no use as each time he tried to speak the person blasted the sound in his ears.
Marty waited for George to stop interrupting and told him that he was "Darth Vader" from "The planet Vulcan", terrifying George even more. He was able to convince him to ask Lorraine out this time, or else he would melt his brains.