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"And this is better for her?" El asked Mike, skating next to him, her hand in his while Mike held the leash in his other.

"Yeah, one an a half mile an hour is an insult to a big dog, three and a half is better." Mike nodded.

"So, should we now replace the regular walks with this every time?" she wondered, finally knowing why he habitually skated with Bella without really walking her.

"No, we still have to walk her so she can relieve herself but this is a good exercise for her that burns off her excess energy, so she's calm when we're not home." he told her.

"Hopefully that will prevent what happened two days ago." El sighed. "My poor teddy bear."

"I'm having it fixed." he chuckled, remembering when they woke up to the sight of Bella proudly munching on El's childhood teddy and already having ripped an eye out of it.

"You better." she pouted. "My poor bear. Bad dog."

Mike grinned and looked at his girlfriend. He still couldn't quite fully believe that she was his girlfriend now. They have been together for three days now and Mike could proudly say that those three days had been the happiest in his life. He saw her profile, the way she concentrated on rolling forward and he smiled even more. Whenever she took off her clothes in front of him, he wanted to weep at her beauty with the only thing stopping him being that it would prove to be the opposite of manliness.

For her part, El harbored similar thoughts as they rolled along. Until three days ago, she had never quite understood why Max and Lucas were so active those one or two nights a week they could get together but now that Mike had made her a woman for real, she knew. She could barely stop herself from jumping him most of the time, no matter the room they were in and only the fact that he had to recharge prevented her from doing it with him all day long.

It had even changed her clothing. Usually, she rarely bothered with putting on clothes that would make men look twice at her, always thinking that it should be her personality that a guy should fall in love with. But ever since Mike told her he loved her, she wanted to look good for him and for their skating today, she dug an old pair of jeans shorts out of her closet, one whose legs barely reached her upper thighs and was tighter than she remembered.

But his reaction had been worth it. He had grabbed her, put his hands on her ass and caressed it while kissing her and she enjoyed his caresses and attention before Bella interrupted them with a bark, the dog having waited patiently for almost ten minutes while her masters made out. And now, she was proudly enjoying the looks she got from young men, showing what she got but what they couldn't have since it belonged to the man holding her hand, the one who had made her a woman.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Mike spoke up.

"Sure." she nodded.

"Have you told Max, Stacy and Jennifer about us?" he asked.

"No, why?" she shrugged. "It's not as if I owe them a real time update about my relationship status."

"True." he accepted. "Will be a nice surprise for them when they get back."

"Yeah." she laughed. "And will be a good sign of who of them was just joking about you."

"What do you mean?" he looked at her confused.

"Jennifer has mentioned several times that she would gladly give you sexual favors to keep you in the house if you ever decided to move out." El grinned. "Everything from morning blowjobs to let you do whatever you want to her."

"Interesting." he mused.

"Hey!" El gasped. "I'm the only one you are now allowed to do these things with."

"Just pulling your leg." he laughed. "You're the only one I want to do these things with."

"Good." she pouted. "And if temptation ever approaches you, just remember that my dad is the Chief of Police and he can make you disappear."

"Noted." he laughed again, touched and also a bit turned on by her possessiveness before he saw a familiar person. "Hey look, speak of the devil. There's your dad."

"Hey dad." El shouted as they rolled over to the older man, sitting with two younger men of color.

"Wow, the last time I've seen you wear those, you were fifteen." Jim pointed at her choice of pants.

"Yeah, well, it's hot today." El blushed.

"Sure it is." Jim smirked, not being fooled for a second and petting the dog when Bella walked over to him, sniffing at his breakfast. "Hello beautiful, you like doughnuts?"

"She likes almost everything edible." Mike chuckled.

"Can I give her some of this?" Jim asked, holding up the rest of his doughnut.

"Not yet, wait until she calms down." Mike told him, looking at Bella who was still standing next to the table with her ears raised.

"How do I know when?" Jim asked, looking at the dog.

"When her ears move back and she sits down. That indicates that she has calmed down." Mike said and it took another two minutes before Bella realized it too, the dog sitting down and stopping to beg. "Now you can reward her."

"There you go." Jim smiled, holding out his hand with the rest of the doughnut in the palm of his hand, letting her eat if from it instead of holding to her between his fingers and risk being bitten.

Bella wolfed down the sweet treat, licking Jim's hand to get all the remains of the frosting and to thank him for it. Jim took another one and threw it to her, Bella doing a small jump upwards to catch it before laying down to eat her treat in peace.

"What a great dog." one of her dad's colleagues gushed over the animal. "You trained him well."

"Actually, he did." El smiled up at Mike, running her hand over his back. "Before he came, Bella was hard to control for us whenever we took her in."

"Oh, she isn't yours?" the man asked.

"She is now." El clarified. "Her previous owner died a few weeks ago and neither of his kids couldn't take her with them. And when Mike proved himself to be a good dog whisperer, I decided to allow her to stay."

"She's a tough landlady." Mike agreed. "In the house, her word is law."

"And my word shall not be questioned." El grandstanded theatrically.

"I bet she learned that from her dad." another of her dad's colleagues laughed. "Jim, you wanna introduce us?"

"Oh, sorry." Jim apologized. "El, these are Jamaal and Kareem, they're my slaves."

"Gets funnier every time." the guy who was introduced as Kareem deadpanned. "We're his personal assistants."

"Strange, when the commissioner and mayor made that joke, you guys laughed." Jim smirked.

"Because they can fire us." Jamaal argued.

"I can do that too." Jim huffed.

"But you won't, you couldn't find the coffee machine without us." Jamaal grinned.

"And even if you found it, you wouldn't know how to use it." Kareem added with a chuckle.

"In my defense, that coffee maker looks straight out of a space ship." Jim lifted his hands in surrender. "Anyway, this is my daughter Jane, but her friends call her El, and my future son-in-law Mike."

"We've only been together three days." El argued.

"Mark my words, it will happen." Jim chuckled. "Mike, welcome to the family."

"Thank you, Chief." Mike smiled, feeling warm at the thought.

"Well, my order now is that we continue on to finish Bella's run and then return to our air-conditioned home." El ordered. "Mike needs to prepare and later work on lunch."

"Sure. Preparing lunch." Jim scoffed. "At nine in the morning."

"Dad!" El whined, blushing hard, though the insinuation was very appealing to her. "We have to buy some of the ingredients first."

"Well, off you go." Jim shooed her away. "We need to finish our breakfast and then these two have to carry me back to the office on my litter."

"Yes, my master." Kareem and Jamaal gave mocking bows, showing the two young adults that this banter was normal for them. "Our bodies and souls are yours to defile."

"I love these guys." Mike guffawed. "They quote The Gamers."

"Another nerd to our liking." Jamaal lifted his coffee cup in salute.

"Which Star Wars movie is the best?" Kareem asked.

"Empire, of course." Mike said, as if the question was an insult.

"And did the first three episodes happen?" Kareem added.

"What first three episodes?" Mike looked at him.

"That's my boy." Kareem laughed. "Next time we see you, we'll have your nerd card."

"I'm the king of nerds, do you really think I need a card?" Mike gave them a lopsided smile.

"My lord." Jamaal bowed again. "Your humble subject begs your forgiveness."

"Granted, this time. Next time, I'll send my loyal dragon." Mike looked down on him, barely able to keep his face straight and nudged Bella who gave a bark.

"The monster." Jamaal barked.

"Alright, enough of this nerd talk." El huffed and pulled Mike away, the larger man easily moved by her because of the wheels under his feet. "Bye dad!"

"Bye El." Jim waved after her.

"So, what will we have for lunch?" Mike asked her. "Any wishes?"

"I don't know, I have an appetite for something thick like a soup." El shrugged. "Hadn't had pea soup in a while."

"I can make one." Mike shrugged. "But we'll have to get some ingredients because I know we don't have all of them at home."

"Like what?" she asked.

"We need onions, leek, celery root, some bacon cubes, pork chops, large peas of course, potatoes and some bay leafs if we can find some but they aren't that important." Mike told her. "We still have onions and leek at home from the chicken soup I made you when you got sick."

"So, we need peas, celery root, bacon cubes, pork chops, the potatoes and bay leaves." El nodded. "Well, time for another trip to the grocery store."

Luckily or them, it was on their way. They turned a corner and rolled on, their dog running beside them with Mike barely having to control her speed or direction through the leash and El was happy that he had been able to get her under control like that because despite her earlier resistance to keep her, she was glad that Bella was living with them. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the store, El putting the leash around the bike stands while Mike took off his backpack to get their shoes out for them to change.

"Jesus, look at her." Simon said to Andrew, seeing El bending down to change out of her skates and into her shoes. "I want to fuck that ass!"

"Me too." Andrew nodded. "I get the urge that we should simply do her together."

"Oh, sandwiching her." Simon grinned wickedly. "Nice touch. I get her asshole first."

"But I can see your concern about the dog." Andrew said. "Did you call Robert yet?"

"I did." Simon nodded. "He told me that he knows this guy from sight but never really talked to him, except saying hi. The guy studies criminal psychology like Robert and is apparently a freaking genius in that regard."

"And what about his physical capabilities?" Andrew forged on.

"Robert couldn't say." Simon shrugged. "This guy doesn't play any sports at Stanford but just going with his gut, Robert feels that this one can defend himself. He seems to have the confidence for it, never afraid of anyone there. Robert saw him argue with three football players of the Cardinals at the same time and he didn't back down, but they did."

"Interesting." Andrew mused and saw the guy looking in their direction. "We should leave."

"Isn't that the guy who was at your house when we got together?" Mike mentioned his head to the duo he was seeing.

"Yeah, it's Simon." El nodded when she looked as well. "The other guy is Andrew."

"The guy who slapped your ass and whose fingers you broke for it?"

"Exactly." El sighed, becoming aware of their gazes and now regretting her choice of pants.

"Want me to beat them up?" Mike smiled.

"You can do that?" El looked at him surprised.

"Sure, I can do martial arts." he winked. "I do it every morning, remember?"

"Aren't you doing Tai Chi?" she wondered.

"Yeah, but what do you think Tai Chi is." Mike laughed as he finished tying his shoes. "It's a martial art form that's done slowly as meditation but if I did it fast and fought you, it would hurt you as well."

"Huh." she was surprised. "Could you teach me?"

"Sure." he nodded. "Willing to get up early?"

"For you? Yes." she nodded. "As long as you wake me with a coffee in your hand and accept that I'll be grumpy."

"You're cute when you're grumpy." he laughed as he led them into the store, grabbing a basket.

"I doubt you would still have that attitude after a while." she grinned.

They walked through the isles and took the things they needed, Mike carrying the basket as it got fuller. After paying for their purchases, they left the store, El unleashing Bella from the bike stand. They decided to walk the rest of the way home, allowing the animal to relieve itself along the way. It was after ten when they returned home, Mike taking the bags with their purchases into the kitchen and laying out the ingredients before taking the pressure cooker out of the cabinet.

"Can I help?" she offered.

"You can peel the onions and cut them into cubes." he pointed to the round objects.

She took the protective onion glasses he had bought a while ago and began, peeling the skin off the onions and cutting them into cubes while he washed and cubed the celery root, cut the leek and poured oil into the cooker. While the oil heated up, he cut the pork chops into cubes as well and poured them and the bacon cubes into the cooker, frying them while he began peeling the potatoes and cutting them into cubes as well. El pushed the finished onion cubes towards him, smiling proudly at her achievement.

After a minute, one potato done, he added the onions, leek and celery into the cooker, stirring everything hard. Two minutes later, he poured half a gallon of water into the pot, steam shooting out of it and while it heated up, he finished peeling and cubing the potatoes before adding them as well, pouring the peas in last. Stirring once more, he finally closed the lid of the cooker and put it to the needed setting.

"So, now we have to wait for it to build pressure and then let it cook for half an hour." he said, turning around and finding El sitting on the kitchen island again, her legs dangling from the side. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." she nodded.

"Why don't we ever eat in here on this island?" he pointed at the large table with the smooth marble surface. "I mean, it has stools around it."

"I like to lean back after eating." she shrugged. "Can't do that on a stool like that."

"True." he accepted and looked at her figure, her slightly spread legs giving him a good look and making her ultra short jeans even more sexy.

El noticed his look and lifted her legs to sit in a wide Indian style, acting innocent while leaning back slightly to hold herself up with her hands. Mike's eyes turned dark and she began to feel heat pooling in her abdomen, his clear arousal making her moist as well. He came closer and pulled her feet apart, standing between her legs and pulling her body close, kissing her hard and invading her mouth with his tongue, which she met with her own, fighting for dominance.

"You know full well from the beginning what wearing that was doing to me." he said accusingly with a smile.

"Maybe." she shrugged innocently. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Maybe I want an appetizer before we have lunch." he smiled.

"What?" she wondered and got surprised when he pushed her backwards, opening the buttons on her denim shorts.

He pulled the shorts off of her body, taking her underwear with it and smiled at the perfection that met his eye. El smiled and leaned back more, spreading her legs wide and waiting for him to make a move. Mike sat down on one of the stools and pulled her closer, pushing his tongue against her, El putting her legs over his shoulders to hold herself up.

She moaned loudly when his tongue met her folds even if the hard surface of the kitchen island pressed against her shoulder blades. That discomfort was quickly forgotten when he really got to work, bringing her quickly to the sexual highs she had experienced before with him. With expertise, he brought her towards the cliff and kept her there, slowing down whenever she was about to climax and speeding up when she had calmed down.

He kept that going for almost fifteen minutes and El was alternating between moaning and then groaning in frustration whenever he stopped. But suddenly, just as she was expecting another slowdown, he sped up even more and she climaxed violently, her body shaking hard as the orgasm ripped through her.

"Jesus, you're mean!" she whined, breathing hard.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he smirked innocently.

"So that's how you wanna play it." she chuckled and was about to sit up but he surprised her again by pushing her down again and turning her around completely, so her legs were still hanging from the island but she was lying on it on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"I'm going to fuck your tight pussy very hard." he gave her a wicked laugh, one she knew from over the top movie performances but that dominant side of his made her even more aroused.

He didn't wait long, opening his pants and letting them fall to the floor. She could feel his almost erect manhood against her thighs and she began moaning when he rubbed the tip against her folds, making her feel it hardening. Then, suddenly, he pushed in to the hilt, making her cry out in pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

He gave ten four seconds to get used to him before beginning to pound her. El began to yell out her ecstasy, feeling him deeper than before, if that was possible due to the angle. This was a completely new experience for El. Ever since she and Mike got together three days ago, they had had sex eight times, counting the current one and excluding the first time. But it had always been El initiating it and after foreplay, she had been on top every time, giving her the ability to control the speed and intensity.

Now, she was completely at his mercy. Since her legs were too short to reach the floor, she couldn't do anything to move with those and Mike was holding her arms, using them as leverage to pound into her, making it impossible for her to change her position on the table. But as she was climaxing again, Mike pausing while she clenched before pummeling her again once she had ridden it out, she realized that she wasn't really bothered by her lack of control because she knew that if she told him to stop, he would.

"Oh god!" she yelled. "Fuck me harder!"

"As you wish." he grunted through clenched teeth and used one of the stools to climb onto the table too, his feet now to the left and right of her hips.

This changed angle made his thrusts even deeper. El's eyes rolled back into her sockets, the pleasure she got from his manhood continuously scraping over her g-spot overwhelming in its intensity. For a moment, she felt remorse at staying a virgin for so long if that was what she had been missing but that was quickly replaced by satisfaction because it had made it possible that she experienced it all with Mike. And she thought it impossible that someone else would have ever been able to give her the pleasure that Mike was giving her.

"Come for me, baby." El begged, Mike's relentless pounding getting almost too much for her.

"Thank you." he breathed and he sped even up to chase his own climax, groaning loudly a few seconds later when he climaxed.

"Jesus Christ!" El panted. "That was so amazing."

"It was." he chuckled, slowly pulling out and hopping to the floor, taking a few paper towels to clean himself.

"I can't move." she laughed. "You fucked me too hard."

"Hyperbole much?" he joined her laughter and handed her a paper towel as well before pulling her off the table, only for her to promptly collapse to the floor.

"See?" she pouted and pushed the towel between her legs. "I can't even stand."

"Come on." he grinned and picked her up easily, carrying her into the bathroom.

Finding her legs again, she cleaned herself after he set her back down while he returned into the kitchen to take the pot off the stove and opening the valve to let the pressure out. After she was finished, she returned to the kitchen, still naked from the waist down and she saw him gaze hungrily at her lower parts.

"You just fucked me so hard and you're still looking at me like you want to eat me." she accused with a smile.

"Well, I wouldn't say no if you got back on the table." he winked and wiggled his tongue as the last of the steam exited the pot. "Okay, the soup is done but it needs to steep for another fifteen minutes."

"Can't wait." she said after smelling it while grabbing her underwear and putting it on, not bothering with the pants.

"You're staying in your underwear?" he asked.

"Yeah, those pants are really tight." she nodded.

"I knew it." he laughed.

"Yeah, I wanted to get you hot." she admitted.

"Well, it worked." he shrugged and enveloped her again, picking her up to sit her onto the kitchen island again so their heads were closer together in height. "Though knowing what's underneath the fabric already gets me hot, no matter what you wear."

"So I could wear a burlap sack?" she smirked.

"I wouldn't care." he winked and kissed her. "But I do want others to see how insanely hot you are and that I'm the only one who gets to do this."

"So you want me to be your arm candy." she accused him, again just jokingly.

"Yeah." he nodded, kissing her again.

"I see." she huffed and gave a theatrical cry. "So all that talk of your that you don't want a girl just so she makes you look cooler on front of others was just talk?"

"Pretty much." he winked again and kissed her once more.

"Pff, what have I gotten myself into?" she held her hand over her heart. "How are you going to keep me, given what you just said."

"Oh, I intend to butter you up with my cooking and my skills in bed." he smiled and gave her another kiss.

"Okay." she grinned and jumped into his lap, Mike almost dropping her because of the surprise, and kissed him hard. "You're my arm candy too."

"I wouldn't want to be anyone else's." he grinned too and got serious again. "I love you."

"I love you too." she smiled warmly and kissed him again until her stomach rumbled.

"Alright, you need sustenance." he laughed and set her down again. "Can you take two bowls?"

"Wanna fill them here or are you bringing the pot outside to the table?" she asked.

"I fill them here, if we want more, we still can get more." he said and she set the bowls down next to the pot.

He filled the bowls and carried them out to the dinner table, El following him with two spoons in her hand. She handed him one and sat down next to him, digging into her soup and hummed when she tasted it, the big peas and potatoes as soft as she expected from Mike's cooking. Looking at her boyfriend, she was almost giddy with joy that she was with him now, seeing him as the total package in terms of looks, brains and ability in household things.

"You know, I'm very envious of you." she spoke up after a few minutes of silent eating.

"Why?" he wondered.

"You have so much better psychology courses at Stanford than I have at my college." she sighed.

"Why don't you transfer?" he asked. "I've seen your grades, you'd surely be able to switch over."

"Because even if my grades are good enough and if I were accepted, I couldn't afford it." she shrugged.

"What if I gave you the money?" he looked at her after a few seconds of silence.

"Mike, no!" she gasped. "I couldn't ask you to give me twenty grand every three months."

"Honey, I love you." he smiled. "And remember, I'm quite well off."

"Still, it's too much and I would feel like a trophy girlfriend." she argued, though the idea of studying at Stanford and being with him all the time was very appealing to her.

"Then how about we see it as a loan without interest?" he suggested. "And as payment option, I stop paying rent."

"I don't know." she said quietly. "It would still make me feel like I'd use you for your money."

"The fact that you didn't accept right away and have these doubts tells me that you wouldn't do that." he said. "Come on, just say yes, I'm offering it to you."

"I... alright." she chuckled, her desire to get the best education she could winning over. "I'll enroll at Stanford for the requisite courses."

"I think you can bring the credits you already have for psychology." he said. "By the way, what happens with that project you have with this Simon guy?"

"Ah, shit." she huffed. "Wait, why am I saying shit? The guy is a sleazebag and I'd be gone from that college anyway."

"Right." he laughed and looked at her. "But you're not the kind of person to simply leave someone hanging."

"You're right." she sighed. "I'll simply write my part and send it to him by email, telling him that I'm gone afterwards."

"Ah, he'll be so sad." Mike grinned. "No more El he can drool over, wondering how it would feel to have sex with her."

"As if I ever would have had sex with that guy." she scoffed. "I bet every time he sees me on the street, he thinks about it."

"Then maybe it's a good thing that you transfer out." he remarked. "Some guys can't take rejection well, like that kid who killed a bunch of girls because, as he said in the video he recorded before, the wouldn't give him the time of day."

"Guys like that are mentally ill anyway." she shuddered. "When do we start with the training?"

"Tomorrow morning." he winked. "I'll wake you."

"Ugh." she grumbled at the thought of getting up so early. "Do we have to?"

"It's better in the morning." he nodded. "Before coffee, otherwise you'll be too cranked up."

"Why do you hate me." she gave a theatrical sniff.

"Because when you get annoyed, you're really sexy." he chuckled.

"Wait, for real?" she gasped.

"No, you're sexy all the time." he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll promise not to wake you before seven and then we do it for an hour."

"And then training?"

"Uh, we'll train for an hour." he looked at her confused.

"Ah." she moped. "I thought you were saying we'd have an hour of morning sex before we train."

"Well, we can do that afterwards but I doubt I can do it an hour."

"Give yourself some credit, you made it to thirty minutes already." she smiled warmly at him.

"I did?" he asked surprised. "When?"

"Remember the day after we went shopping in San Fran?" she replied. "That evening, between me blowing and then riding you, Big Mike was busy for over half an hour."

"Wow, I'm good." he said with a deeper register.

"Don't let it go to your head." she winked and finished her food.

Watching him bring the used plates into the kitchen, she tried to understand how she could have gotten so lucky. With a smile, she began daydreaming about their future together, seeing a little Mike and a little El running around in the backyard of their house. But first, she had to finish a project to send to a guy she hated and then draw a line under all of that before she began a new life, so to speak, at Stanford.


Well, there it is ^^ Half of my vacation is over :(

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