Chapter 3

Part 1 - Surprise Delivery

Clark walks in to Nell's flower shop with a box-full of baked goods in tow.

Just recently his mom had been bogged down with so many things, and in all different directions. The top of the list being, having unavoidable chores at home and at the Kent farm, plus volunteering to help out at the Senior's Retirement Villa. And then she also has a side-business of baking delicacies for friends, neighbors, and now frequent clients in downtown Smallville. She now often needed Clark to special-deliver her delicious corn, banana-nut and blueberry muffins and cinnamon apple pies after school.

"Hello, Ms. Potter." Clark greets Nell with a shy smile. "My mom said you ordered a dozen of these muffins and a couple apple pies? Looks like you're going to have a feast of sorts."

Nell looks up to smile back at the tall young fellow standing at the door of the flower shop.

"Oh… hi... Clark! I almost didn't recognize you there… it's been quite a long while since I've seen you around." Clark just nodded at her.

"Those goodies are for old friends of mine from way back. They're planning to stop over for brunch tomorrow to meet my new boyfriend, James. What can I say, a room-full of sweet teeth must not be deprived." She laughs.

"Oh but you know what… I thought I've asked your mom to have those delivered over to my house?" she said, as she put a finger over her cheek, trying to recall the previous conversation with Martha Kent.

Clueless, Clark looked back at her and shrugged. "Uhm, sorry Ms. Potter, my mom didn't mention anything to me earlier."

"It's ok. It must've slipped my mind and forgot to tell her," she replied, while starting to look around. She found her keys and then picked up her purse.

"Well, I was actually just getting ready to close shop early and head over to an appointment with my suppliers. So Clark, I hope you don't mind? Can you please drop those off at my house? Lana should be home by now. Just tell her those are for my guests tomorrow and she should know where to set them."

Clark raised his eyebrows at Nell, as if in shock to hear that she asked him to go her house to see Lana. It was public knowledge that Nell was never really crazy about the Kents, especially because of a failed old relationship with Jonathan, Clark's father. Of course Nell was left heartbroken when Jonathan clearly chose to break-up with her upon meeting and falling in love with Martha.

However, when they were little, Clark and Lana often were allowed to have playdates together, sometimes with fellow pals Pete, Samantha and Ashley, alternating between each other's homes, despite the obvious uneasiness between his parents and her guardian. Up until they were about 7 years old - that's when the boys hung out with only the boys and the girls hung out with only the girls.

'I think I heard her tell me to go see Lana at their house? ...or something like that,' he thought, only catching the beginning of Nell's sentence.

"Uh, sure. Okay," was all Clark could spit out of his mouth because his mind was already trying to fly out of there.

Nell looked up at Clark once more with a smile. "So how much do I owe you?"

Clark returns her smile and hands her a written receipt by his mom. She took some cash out of her purse and handed it over to Clark, before she leading them both toward the door of the flower shop. "Thanks, Clark. And say hello to your parents for me."

"No problem, Ms. Potter. I'll do that," he told her, ecstatic to get a move on out of there.

'Whoa... I'm going to Lana Lang's house again, after so such a long time. How long has it been since I've actually set foot inside her house…? Almost eight years!' Clark thought excitedly.

Clark's strides became much quicker as he climbed into his dad's blue pick-up truck and drove over to the direction of Nell Potter's house. He cannot wait to get there just to catch another glimpse of Lana. The thought of abandoning his dad's truck outside Nell's flower shop and instead super-speeding straight to Lana's house crossed his mind.

'Nah, Dad's gonna have a fit if I leave his truck out here…and for what reason? He let out a nervous laugh to himself. Kent, you better so snap out of it already!'

He became more and more excited as the miles got lesser and he got closer to his destination. And before he knew it, he was walking along the path towards the front porch of the Potter Ranch. The main door was wide open, leaving only the screen door closed. He tapped on the screen door softly with one hand, hugging the box of goodies snugly on his side, however, there was no answer.

He shrugged and decided to knock on the the screen this time, a little louder than his previous tapping on it.

"Lanaaa… Anybody home?" he called out in his normal voice, not wanting to yell out loud and scare the shit out of her.

Still no answer.

Clark pushed the screen door a little and found that it was open so he stepped in and once again called for Lana. "Lanaaa…are you here? It's me, Clark Kent…" still in his normal tone of voice.

He looked around and was greeted with old familiar surroundings. Everything seems the same as he recalled: the interior of the house is like what you see in those Homestyle magazines, a room-full of dainty antique furniture much like those of an English cottage. The scent of roses filled the air and fresh flowers adorn almost every table top in every corner.

He started walking into the kitchen and then placed the box of goodies in the middle of the kitchen counter.

'Well, I guess this is a good a place as any to set these on,' he thought. Then he shrugged and walked over slowly into the living room, listening for any sound that would lead him toward the part of the house where Lana would be at - if she's at home at all.

Just then, he heard the faintest sigh that led him to look up toward the upper floor of the house. He tilted his head a little to listen again.

After a few long seconds of silence, he hears it one more time. It seemed to be coming from upstairs.

Thinking Lana must be in her bedroom, he decided to go up and knock on her door to let her know about the baked goods in the kitchen, just as Nell had instructed.

Out of habit, he first ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair as he nervously headed up the stairs. Right when he gets on the second floor landing he sees that Lana's bedroom door was slightly ajar, leaving him just enough space to see inside without really straining to peek in.

He took a couple steps closer, careful not to make any noise, in case she was sleeping. He definitely didn't want to startle her or make her scream in fear. But before he could take a third step he heard her again - this time a little more clearly, so he stopped abruptly and remained standing still.

He didn't dare move, blink, nor breathe.

----o----

Part 2 - Double Whammy

(Clark's P.O.V.)

From where I'm standing, I could see Lana lying down on her bed, her eyes closed. Her body is wrapped loosely in a lavender silk robe; her hair was still wet and it looks like she had just been in a leisurely bath.

Then my eyes travel downward and saw her exposed left leg. My mouth drops... I'm in total awe! Her thigh glistened from the soft light of the sunset hitting through her bedroom windows. As I take in the vast beauty of the goddess in front of me, I realized something that made my heart beat so rapidly that I first caught my breath and thought I would faint right after. And to make matters worse, I now feel so weak at my knees.

Lana lifts her left hand and put it inside her silk robe to reach over her chest, slowly massaging each soft mound, while her right hand was busy rubbing the sweet folds in between her legs. She must have stimulated her most sensitive spot down there which caused her to let out yet another soft sigh - wait, no, it's actually a very sexy but almost muffled moan.

I could only sigh silently and licked my lips as I continued to adore everything in front of me. 'Oh my frickin' god! I cannot believe my luck. Should I slap myself hard once, to make sure I'm not dreaming?'

When Lana moaned again, my eyes glowed into dark green pools and a small guilty smile crept into my mouth. I'm in too deep now, I couldn't just look away, no... especially that her right hand started rubbing a bit faster than before and both her legs are now spread apart.

I could still barely see all her full glory, no thanks to the lavender robe still wrapped around her. However, the sight that befell my very eyes is so damn sexy and so erotic it's driving me crazy!

And if things couldn't get worse, this hard on that sprung on me as soon as I saw Lana on her bed is seriously aching to be taken care of. Aching! So I press my own burning member down with my right hand, wanting desperately to free it from my jeans and boxers. And as I did so, I released an unexpected moan, 'Oohh...' gurgling from my throat and through my mouth.

Lana immediately stiffened and stopped dead on her dirty tracks.

'Holy shit! She fuckin' heard me. What a way to fuckin' make a fool of yourself, Kent. 'Ya just couldn't help yourself, ey!' I scolded myself fiercely in my mind.

So here I am, wanting to dig the deepest hole underground and crawl my way into it's darkness fast... hoping against hope that this embarrassment would render me lifeless in an instant.

But much to my dismay.

I could feel this continuous burning sensation on my face, cheeks and neck... and I'm speechless, still in shock from being caught dead in my own dirty tracks and guilty as hell from it.

'I-I should speed out of here!' I try my hardest to command myself to move, but it felt like my feet were nailed with kryptonite screws onto the floor.

Lana hurriedly pulled up her robe tight around her body, her eyes wide in panic as she turned to my direction so fast. Her face turned ghostly white at first - so pale in her surprise, and next furiously blushing in horror.

"Shit! What the fuck?… Clark Kent?" She couldn't believe it! She managed to shake her head to make sure she wasn't imagining things.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Lana exclaimed furiously, her voice echoing in the hallway.

She swiftly flung herself up to sit on the edge of her bed, hands clutching to tie her robe even tighter around her body, and her long still wet hair falling into a thick but sexy mess around her shoulders. She was all flustered and now at a loss for words as well.

I myself stayed dumbfounded for a few seconds longer - what seemed like hours, my mouth still agape. For the life of me I neither could find my voice nor the strength to take a step away from here!

I see Lana rushing angrily toward me and before I could even take another breath or even begin to say a word, she grabbed the doorknob and slammed her bedroom door so hard, it felt like it fully landed as a huge slap on my face.

That's when I snapped out of my trance and decided to get out of there as quickly as I possibly can.

I drove like lightning-fast to the direction of the Kent Farm and jumped out soon as I parked my dad's blue pick-up truck haphazardly in the gravel driveway beside the barn. Then without wasting a millisecond longer I go ahead and super-sped my way into my house and up into my bedroom.

I rushed into the front door with a 'shwoosh...!', the rush of air brushed my mother's left arm as she was walking towards the dining room to set up the table for dinner.

"Clark?" She knows it's me every time. "Better get washed up and ready for dinner, ok sweetheart?"

"Clark, did you hear you mother?" my Dad called out behind me while he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, Dad," I answered. "...but I'm just a bit tired and not too hungry right now. Hey Mom? Can you please leave my plate in the fridge for later?"

"Sure sweetheart," she replied.

'Ah, my Mom never fails to be the nicest mother in the whole wide world,' I thought thankfully.

"Hey, is everything okay, son?" I could hear the worry in my Dad's voice, as always.

"Uh...yes, Dad," was all I said before heading for the bathroom to take a quick cold shower - one that I needed badly.

'Don't think. Just don't think. Don't fuckin' think!' I mused, while under the cold waters trickling from the shower.

I continue to chant the same words mentally over and over until I was done showering. Then towelled myself dry, put on my favorite pj's - a dark blue t-shirt with matching dark blue and white flannel pants - and supersped again this time toward my loft, where I can totally hide in the dark and then repeatedly kick myself for being such a dummy!

'Why couldn't I just run out and disappear quickly before Lana could even open her eyes and catch me playing the role of the perverted-peeping-Tom - literally, a few steps from her bedroom door?'

I stood by the loft window and looked out into the picture of night for a bit. Afterwhich, I notice the moon's light shining into the room and with a couple steps I followed it's beam that led up to my favorite red couch, then let out a loud sigh as I sat down.

I'm still fully disgusted at myself for what happened earlier. I shake my head and shut my eyes tight, my hair bouncing off the rest of its dampness. I could go on and on mentally kicking myself but maybe I can do that later. Right now, I just don't want to think anymore. No more thinking, period.

Oh but God help me! Hard as I try, it's beyond my control. My thoughts bring me back to the vision of Lana in her bedroom just a few minutes ago. I drop my face into my hands, my eyes still tightly shut, my elbows resting on my knees…

Exhaling deeply, I sigh, 'Man, she looked so damn hot and so damn sexy…!'

Once again, I felt a familiar surge of heat rush through my body, up to my neck and face. And the chills ran up and down my spine as I pictured Lana pleasuring herself... the lavender silk robe loosely hugging her shapely curves… her eyes remain closed... her mouth partly open and out of it escapes a low sensual moan. In turn I get goose bumps because it almost feels as if she was moaning straight into my ear, her hot breath tickling me just a little.

Ah, it never fails... now I feel my lower regions stir up once again… my aching member growing stiffer by the second. Heck, what's the use? This happens every single time I think about Lana these days. Thoughts involving her usually end up all sexual no matter if it starts off innocently. I just can't help but become this perverted because she is, in fact, the eternally sultry goddess in my wet dreams.

I cannot deny myself any longer... so I fully free my hardness from my blue boxers and my flannel pj's, and I held myself steady at first before slowly stroking up and down. I lean back and keep my eyes closed… in no time my thoughts lead me back around Lana once again… her wet hair resting in a sexy mess over her pillow, as she lay on her bed rubbing her hands all over her body… her robe falls even more loosely, exposing her creamy shoulders, as she stirs to move her hands down to her inner thighs, slowly caressing her smooth skin… she traces her right fingers upward until she reaches her wet, hot center. She first dips a finger in and wets it entirely before she continues to rub her most sensitive spot in tiny circles... then up and down slowly at first and eventually faster… making her moan louder as her pleasure intensified.

I continue to stimulate myself... this time with faster, longer strokes, letting out a few low moans in between. 'Oohhhh…aaahhh...'

I was so engrossed in my own sensual gratification when I suddenly overhear a gasp. I stop for a second, still keeping my eyes shut and thinking it was probably coming from me - DUH!

When I don't hear anything further I continue to stroke myself and once again fell back into my dirty thoughts. Lana… now naked… burning hot and... moaning loudly.

"Aahh…" There it is again! Sounding barely like a whisper... but this time I'm more than positive that it didn't come out of my mouth.

'Oh God!' I screamed without a sound, feeling its tremors in my mind.

I pull up my boxers and pants in one quick motion and turned to look frantically around the loft. It was dark but still the moonlight illuminated the room. I remain seated on my couch quietly as I scoped out the room fast. My gaze reaches the foot of the steps leading downstairs only to be met by another gaze - from a pair of familiar hazel eyes, huge and sparkling...

----o----

to be continued...

---o---