Chapter 6

Part 3 - The Talk

The walk to her house was pretty quiet but Lana didn't mind because it was apparent that Clark was lost in deep thought.

'Uh-oh, my offer must be buggin' him to death,' she thought.

Soon enough they stepped up into the entrance of her house. She gave him a dimpled smile as they stopped right in front of the door. "It's so sweet of you to walk me home, Clark. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Lana," he smiled back sheepishly and then openly stared at her, unwilling to move away just yet.

'Dear God, I don't think I'd be able to sleep now when I'm so flippin' tempted to tell her - no, SHOW her what I think of her suggestion earlier. Lana, please invite me in... Say you want me to come in... Say it, say it, c'mon say it!' He silently pleaded.

Lana didn't want to move just yet either, staring back at him.

'Wow, Clark's eyes are so hypnotic, like deep pools of aquamarine. I just want to lose myself in them... the way he stares at me makes me want to melt in his arms, and gawd, those luscious lips - don't even get me started...' She felt the heat rise up her cheeks.

"Uhm, would you like to come in for a bit?" She had surprised herself by inviting him in.

'Whoa, where did that come from?' she wondered. 'Must be my subconscious talking outloud.'

"I know it's way late... but I could fix up a kickin' hot chocolate if you want. Pro'lly give you a good nite sleep, too - er, the hot chocolate, I mean," Lana said. As she spoke she turned to open the front door with her key.

Clark's eyes sparkled in a mix of desire and excitement. Mentally, he did a few backflips and somersaults. 'Oh my God...Yes! Lana invited me in. Woohoo!'

Lana took a glance to Clark quietly, waiting for his reply to her invitation. Deep inside she was wishing to share more than hot chocolate with him.

In silence, she thought, 'And here, I thought I was about ready to jump in bed and catch some zzz's... (pause) Oh but now I want to hang out with you some more Clark, I want to see and feel just how sexy you are. Ugh, just say it already, damn it! Say you 'd like to come in. Freakin' ey.'

"Oh sure, Lana. Hot chocolate does sound good. I-I'll stay for a little bit," he replied as if on cue, flashing a wide grin. 'A little bit, my foot. I want to stay the night and have more than hot chocolate...like Very Hot Stuff, a.k.a. Lana.' (sigh) 'Shit, how I wish.'

"Good... alrighty, come on in... and make yourself at home, 'k, Clark?" Lana said, pointing toward the living room.

"I'm just gonna whip up some hot chocolate real quick. Be right back," she finished and she spun around quickly to head for the kitchen, wanting to hide how very pleased she was that Clark decided to stay for a bit.

Clark eagerly followed behind her into the house and nodded. He moved toward the sofa in the middle of the room facing the fancy unlit fireplace and tried to get comfortable. He could hear the ticking of the old grandfather clock close to the stairway. However, before he could chant "John-Jacob-Jingle-Heimer-Schmidt" ten times fast, Lana reappeared from the kitchen carrying two steamy mugs.

"Wow, that was quick," Clark was surprised 'cause he barely heard any clanging sounds in the kitchen. Or maybe he spazzed out longer than he thought?

"Well I was serious when I said I could whip it up," she chuckled as she handed Clark his mug.

"Thanks," he said and he brought the mug up to his mouth. "Mmm, smells delightful," he said, flashing a toothy smile.

"Yeah? Wait until you get a taste and tell me if you get the kick I promised," she replied and sat next to Clark.

Clark snickered, "Hey, thanks for the warning!" before he took a cautious sip of the hot liquid.

He was impressed - it actually tasted really good - but right now more than anything he wanted to taste her kisses again. Just then, an insane idea popped in his head. He took another good sip and swallowed, then quickly put the mug down on the coffee table. He coughed hard a couple times, pretending to choke.

Eyes wide in horror, Lana put her mug down and scooted closer to Clark.

"Oh my God, Clark! Are you okay?" she asked, reaching for his arm.

He shook his head vigorously and then suddenly grabbed Lana's hand on his arm and tugged her onto him. With a huge naughty grin, he immediately pulled her into his embrace.

"Oh shit!" She squealed and ungracefully tumbled on top of Clark, whose body was now reclined halfway in between lying down and sitting on the sofa - exactly where he wanted her.

Lana was still shocked and speechless when Clark burst out laughing. He held her captive in his arms while his laughter subsided.

"Sooo not funny, Clark Kent!" Realizing that he was just joking, in mock-anger she pounded her fists on his chest. Eventually she found herself giggling as well.

"You sneaky devil. Don't you frickin' dare do that again!" She warned, laughter still in her eyes.

"Okay, okay... I'll be good now, I promise." he said, smiling.

Before long, the tenderness was replaced with untamed yearning as their gazes connected and sparks were ignited once more. They both leaned in, anxious to taste each other's kiss again... and again... and yet again. Happy that Lana was on top of him, Clark slowly roamed his hands freely on Lana's back, her sides, her arms, and he occasionally grabbed and squeezed her ass over her jeans.

Soon enough Lana wanted to have her hands on Clark's hard body as well. Unsatisfied that she wasn't able to do so at the moment, she decided to pull herself back from his hot kisses. Clark, frowned at first, confused at why she stopped all of a sudden but when she moved to straddle him in between her legs he gladly accommodated her. He first straightened up to resume the sitting position before leaning back into the sofa, his hands resting on her hips as she sat directly on top of him.

They both studied each other's faces for a bit. Clark felt Lana's hands rake through his hair as she pressed closer. He closed his eyes as she began to plant a trail of soft kisses all over his face, starting at his forehead, then his eyebrows... then moving to his eyes... his nose... his cheeks... down to his chin, following his jawline... and at the sensitive spot behind each ear.

She continued to drag her lips, making feathery kisses around his mouth and carefully avoiding his lips, purposely teasing him with every breath. Sure enough, as soon as Lana flicked her tongue out to taste his lips, Clark let out a low moan and tightened his grip around her waist. He kept his mouth agape, allowing her to leisurely savor his lips, inviting her to taste deeper into his mouth. Her tongue grazed his lips slowly, starting at one corner across to the next, and from top to bottom. When she tipped her head to the side, he quickly welcomed her as she invaded his mouth further, seeking his tongue against her own.

By the time their tongues were dueling hungrily again, Lana could feel Clark's very hard arousal beneath her - pushing right at her burning center. This fueled her excitement even more so she began to grind her hips in a rhythmic motion onto his erection, as their kiss deepened, making Clark groan into her mouth.

Realizing that her hands were now free, she broke the kiss once again so she can tug at the bottom of his t-shirt to pull it off of him and he quickly obliged. Just as he threw his shirt on to the floor, she eagerly placed her hands on his chest and with her palms traced every contour of his muscular expanse. Then she moved her hands lower to caress his hard abs.

Lana was mesmerized. 'So fuckin' unbelievable... he's built like a mean lean machine!'

Following her lead, Clark reached over and easily pulled her blouse off of her. He carelessly tossed the material to the floor. His eyes filled with curious feverish excitement as he began caressing her skin... bringing his hands from her sides, to her flat stomach, slowly moving upwards. He stared at her chest for a while and lightly traced a finger over the lacy black material covering her soft mounds.

'Release all inhibition... set yourself free,' she heard her mind reminding her, loud and clear... or was that it Lana, seductress of Pervert Paradise, urging her to dive deeper into this ocean of pleasure?

Driven by pure desire, Lana slowly reached behind her to unhook her strapless bra - saving Clark from having to fumble on it later. She carefully revealed herself to him, before dropping the lacy bra on the floor. She delighted at Clark's reaction.

Clearly not expecting her to be so daring, his eyes widened, his jaw dropped in awe. He fully felt like he was dreaming what was happening in front of his very eyes at the moment.

'Sweet mother of gawwddd!' he thought, half smiling, as he feasted his eyes on the most beautiful sight he has ever seen: Lana, up close and oh-so-personal... half naked and the best part - she's straddling him in between her legs!

Afraid to ruin the moment, he first searched her face for approval before he forged ahead.

"You can touch me, Clark," Lana invited in a deep throaty voice.

With that, he moved his hands to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. His eyes flickered with desire and amazement at the discovery of Lana's body - burning hot yet exquisitely soft to his touch. He proceeded by lightly rubbing his thumbs around her nipples, immediately causing them to stiffen at his touch. Lana arched her back and let out a long moan, "Oooh, Claaark..."

'Hmm, wow I must be doing something right,' he pondered.

Clark almost couldn't contain himself any longer... he wanted to take things slow but then he also wanted more. Deep inside he knew that they both should take things slower, given their obvious lack of experience. But the physical desire between him and Lana was so intense and so undeniable that he chose to give in and enjoy all the pleasure he can get. Lana seemed like she's had the exact same thing in mind: Pleasure, and how to get more of it.

"Lana," he called out in a raspy voice and claimed her lips for a brief kiss. He stopped massaging her breasts hesitantly and instead pulled her tight into his arms.

Then he whispered in her ear seductively, "About your... suggestion. My answer is yes, I want to... very much," then he pulled back to see the reaction on her face.

"R-really? Are you sure, Clark?" she asked, half-smiling and almost disbelieving his words, her eyes wide and sparkles danced happily in them.

He replied with another deep kiss, his tongue hungrily finding hers. As he broke the kiss, he responded breathlessly, "Does that answer your question?"

"Yes!" she whispered smiling and struggling to catch her breath as well.

Although she wanted to quench her curiosity with more lust-filled new discoveries with Clark, she decided that they've got to discuss things in detail to avoid possible misunderstandings.

She reasoned with herself, 'This sort'a strange arrangement might cause major complications in the future... better to set up precautionary measures now than pay for it in deep regret later.'

Still half-naked, she straightened up and placed both hands on his chest, the expression on her face turned serious. "Well then Clark, we must discuss some things first," she said, looking him straight in the eye.

"Man oh man, this is getting more and more interesting by the minute!' he realized.

Surprised yet gravely intrigued, Clark raised his eyebrows. "But..." he started to protest, wanting more touchy-feely exchanges with Lana. However, he quickly sensed that she will not be swayed at the moment, half-naked or not, so he admitted defeat.

"Oh, okay then..." he sighed.

"I have to be honest with you though. Having you on top of me like this, so sexy and so beautiful..." he said and paused to lick his lips before he continued. "... I don't think I'll be able to concentrate much. Uhm, not that I'm complaining or anything." He smiled and blushed at his confession.

Suddenly, before one of them could add another word, a very loud continuous beeping noise startled them both. "What the f-...?" Clark muttered, looking around him in search for the source of the loud distraction.

"Oh my God, that's my alarm clock...damn, it's 4 AM already? I friggin' forgot to reset it for the weekend!" she exlaimed, wide eyed, as she got off of him. Then she quickly grabbed her blouse on the floor and struggle to quickly to cover herself while she hurriedly ran upstairs to her bedroom to turn the buggin' thing off.

Clark decided against going after Lana upstairs. His mind won the battle this time, successfully convincing him to stop and go home before he gets into huge trouble with his parents...but his body was still screaming to stay with Lana. He reached for his t-shirt and started putting it back on.

When Lana came back down, Clark was already waiting for her by the door.

"Uhm, I'd better go now before my parents wake up. Sorry..." he apologized.

"Yeah, it's really late. I didn't mean to keep you- " Lana began.

"No, Lana, I'm really glad you invited me in. That was unbelievably hot," his face turned red as he gave her a naughty smile. "Oh, and so was the hot chocolate... er, well, at least the first couple sips I had," he chuckled softly as he stepped to go out of the door.

Lana laughed and blushed, too. "Yeah, pretty darn hot ey Clark?"

She fanned her face with a hand, teasing him back while she stepped outside with him. "Maybe next time you'd get to finish a full mug of hot chocolate...?"

"...Or not," he finished her sentence, still smiling broadly. "I'd rather continue our 'talk'... but first, you gotta dump that annoying alarm clock of yours in the trash."

"Haha, yeah! Gotta smash that thing with a bat and then trash it. Oh and about that 'talk'... are you free tomorrow? Uh, I mean..." she paused, momentarily losing her sense of time. "Later today? ...well yeah, it is today already, DUH," she giggled.

"Wait, lemme check my appointment book," Clark laughed and pretended to pull out something from his back pocket. "Yes, I'm actually free for the next...uhm... 44 hours before school starts again on Monday."

"Nice! So we'll talk later then?" Lana said, smiling up at him.

"Yup. Why don't you come by my loft, say after lunch?" he asked.

"Agreed. Goodnight Clark," she said softly.

Clark couldn't help himself. He moved closer to Lana and leaned to give her a soft 3-second kiss on her lips and pulled back fast before things got heated up again.

"Sweet dreams, Lana," he whispered.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw the twinkle of desire in her eyes. Or maybe it was a reflection of what was gleaming in his?

He turned around and walked into the dark, and at a distance sped home fast.

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Part 4 - The Talk, Slightly Interrupted

Clark excused himself quick, having eaten only half his lunch. He mumbled some lame excuse that his parents shrugged off, thankfully. That's one of the quirks of being a teenager - his parents either choose not to or don't have much energy left to dissect and analyze each and every one of his actions, unless it's majorly questionable.

He super-sped to his loft so he could tidy up the place a bit. Maybe, he thought, doing something tedious and boring such as cleaning might help him avoid thinking about Lana at least for a short while. It seems as though she had totally moved in and claimed permanent residence in his thoughts, especially after last-night-and-all-through-the-wee-hours-of-this-morning's events.

'Ah, last night was so fuckin' sweet,' he pondered. When he got home around 4:30 AM, he felt like he was floating on cloud 9. 'Ooh yeah, Cloud 9 indeed.' And he couldn't help nodding and smiling to himself because this time he finally understood exactly what that meant.

Clark was done tidying up around the loft way too soon. And thoughts of Lana and himself doing intimate things to each other rushed back into his mind again, like favorite scenes from a movie that you rewind and replay a few times over on the DVD player.

He just couldn't concentrate much on anything else today. Maybe 'cause he didn't get any sleep at all? The sun-filled early morning already came and yet he kept on tossing and turning in bed, his thoughts filled with Lana. Nah, it's beyond that. His obsession was likely eating up at him and he's caught way too deep in it's strong current to revert back.

Everything that happened so far felt like one of his dreams in motion - so vivid though quite impossible, so unbelievable yet so true. If that made sense at all?

He sighed as he sat on his couch and turned his head to look at the time on the clock right above is desk. 12:38, noon time. He can hear the steady, continuous ticking of the clock.

'Lana should be here soon,' he thought.

He yawned involuntarily while he leaned back and almost instantly found himself blinking with each tic and each toc of the clock until he eventually gave in and closed his eyes. In no time he was lulled to sleep by it.

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Clark chuckled as he was tickling Lana on her sides and she was laughing back whole heartedly while begging him to stop. They soon tumbled onto her bed.

"Claaarkkk!" she squealed. "Enough, please... hahaha... please, I can't... haha... take it... any more! haha, Mercy... Mercy! Please?" she couldn't stop giggling and huffing as she squirmed while attempting to grab his hands to pull them away from her body.

He finally stopped, for the main reason that she begged for mercy. "That's what you get for calling me 'chicken little, the chickadoodle who screamed like a girl' to quote your exact words," he said, resting his left hand on her hip, his right elbow creating a huge dent on her pillow as he supported his head with his right hand while facing her on the bed.

"Well, I only aimed to suprise you a little. I didn't expect you to squeak like a..." Lana giggled again.

"You better stop, missy," Clark cut her off. "...before I start tickling you 'til you beg for mercy again," he warned, raising both eyebrows before smiling. "Besides, I didn't squeak. You fricken' scared the shit out of me, jumping from out of nowhere like that. Sheeeez!"

"Yeah, right! Like hell you didn't squeak!" she laughed again.

"But seriously, you really did scream like - " Lana immediately felt Clark's fingers diggin' on her sides, making her squeal in laughter once more. Then Clark moved to claim her lips swiftly and sucked on Lana's upper lip, silencing her. And it worked. He took her by surprise but she quickly recovered and responded by sucking back on his lower lip. It didn't take long before their kiss became heated, both eagerly lapping at each other's tongues and groaning at the pleasure of their exchange.

Clark caressed the exposed skin between the bottom of Lana's tight white t-shirt and the top of her low-rider jeans. Before he can unbuckle her belt and undo her jeans, she beat him to it. Then she broke off their kiss and started fumbling to undo and take off his jeans as well.

And fumble she did. Impatiently, he took her hands in his and kissed each of them gently while looking her in the eyes, before he jumped out of bed to shed his clothes except for his underwear. She got off the bed and did the same thing.

"You like what you see, Clark?" Lana smiled up at him. Clark could only nod as he continued to look at her in awe. Lana was wearing a red lacy bra with matching boy-shorts type lacy panties.

"You know you can also touch, not just look," she invited seductively.

Clark swallowed hard. It seemed that what she said barely started to register in his head as he kept on staring. Just as he was about to reach over to touch her, Lana leaped on top of him and they fell into the bed facing each other, sideways. She quickly claimed his lips and licked them, one of her hands grabbing the side of his face before raking through his hair roughly.

He couldn't help but kiss her back hard. He ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of her sides, along the contour of her waist, hips, and legs, and then her back. Then he pulled her completely on top of him, placing his hands on her bottom and squeezing them. Lana moaned into his mouth in response, especially because she felt his excitement through his boxers pressing very hard onto her center.

She pulled away and started trailing hot soft kisses behind his ear, moving to the side of his neck, down toward his shoulder and he tilted his head a bit, enjoying the feel of her breath and her tongue gliding on his skin. Her curiosity became all the more intense, the more her lips encountered his bare skin as she nipped and licked on it.

She slowly writhed down, her hands caressing his chest and then his abs while her lips followed the same trail her hands led, planting eager kisses along the way, and going down until she reached the elastic band of his blue boxers. He caught his breath and gasped as Lana grabbed his erection on top of his boxers.

"I want to see you, Clark," she looked up at him, desire thickly laced in her voice.

He looked down at her and didn't think twice. He slowly took off his boxers while she watched closely with an excited, eager smile. Clark nervously gulped as he, in turn, watched Lana's reaction.

She couldn't take her eyes off of his erection and quickly moved her right hand to touch him as soon as he threw his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, Lana..." Clark moaned softly as he felt her wrapping her fingers around his hardness. She started stroking him slowly. When she saw the moisture ooze out of the tip, she rubbed circles on it with her thumb, wetting most of that area - much like what she usually did on herself, before moving her hand up and down in a steady stroke.

"Mmm... that feels good," he rasped outloud, closing his eyes, enjoying her touch as she continued stroking... her fingers wrapped tightly around him.

Lana smiled at his response. She leaned closer to him, her hand still holding his erection, and she whispered, "Really Clark? I wasn't sure if I was doing it right..."

"Mmm-hmm..." Clark sighed, his eyes still shut.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Lana whispered yet again. Clark immediately felt a wave tingles rushing up his spine, her hot breath tickling his right ear.

Then all of a sudden, he was brought back to his senses. 'Oh shit, am I still dreaming?' He wondered.

'Wait a minute... OH MY GOD!' he mentally screamed...

...and he jolted, sitting up as he blasted his eyes open, only to see Lana in the flesh, so close beside him, her hand rubbing on him, just like in his dream - the one he thought he was having a moment ago.

"Oh... m-my... God... L-Lana! Wha-" he stuttered in between breaths.

"Wh-what are y-you...(gasp) d-doing?" he asked, and his voice started trailing. "I... d-didn't (gasp) h-hear you...c-come up...?"

She hasn't stopped her hand movements so he could barely make words into a sentence. Then she decided to stroke him a notch faster. He gasped again and bit his lower lip while his eyes involuntarily rolled back. It was all he could do to stop from moaning really loud, afraid to make any obvious noises that his parents might hear.

"I found you here... in the middle of your wet dream and moaning..." in a low seductive voice, Lana answered, and she licked the outline of his ear, "... so I thought I'd help you out... and try to make you feel good, Clark."

All the while she continued stroking him at a steady fast pace, and now alternating between short and long strokes.

This time he knew it was real, she really was touching him... and slowly but surely getting him on the verge of exploding in her hands. His senses wouldn't allow him to analyze how she got to undo and unzip his jeans without him ever noticing it nor rousing him from his sleep. All that mattered at the moment was this - how Lana worked her magic on him and how it felt really really, deliriously good!

From his facial expressions Lana thought that Clark was half-debating with himself whether or not to stop or just continue letting her do what she was doing. He looked like he was about to protest so she leaned in and captured his mouth for a passionate kiss, surprising him even more.

Clark eagerly returned Lana's kiss, placing both hands on the sides of her face and moaned in between breaths as she kept on tugging and massaging his hard member, taking him to heightened pleasures - ones he had never experienced before.

"Mmmhh..." he groaned into her mouth, "...aaahhh, Lana!" She took this as her cue to stroke faster and as she did, she found Clark's tongue and sucked hard on it, moving her head to match the strokes of her hand on him.

Clark growled in his throat and within seconds he stiffened. His release came flowing out in a gush of hot liquid, first shooting up in the air and the rest dripped onto her fingers and her hand. She broke the kiss just as he held her hand and pressed it to stop her from stroking as it began to tickle him there already.

Lana watched in awe as he tried to recover from his climax, catching his breath.

"That was like... wow!" She exclaimed in a voice just above a whisper. It was her first time not only seeing but also feeling such release and it definitely gave her an intense rush of pleasure as well, as evidenced in how wet her panties were.

'Hoooly shiittt!' he thought. Clark's face turned pale and then deep red in an instant as he slowly pulled Lana's hand to ease her grip off him.

"G-god! I am sooo sorry... I couldn't stop myself from... uhm... you know..." he mumbled, embarrassed. "...but that felt really good, I mean - really great!"

He looked frantically around the loft and was very glad to find a small towel laying around on top of the bookshelf behind the couch. He quickly zipped up before he got up to grab the towel and handed it over to Lana.

"Here, Lana," he said softly, unable to look her in the eye. She took the towel and wiped her fingers and her hand. "You still might want to wash your hands though. Want to come in the house real quick? I need to uhm... wash up, too," Clark offered.

"Clark...?" Lana searched his face.

"Please don't be shy or worry about what just happened, alright?" she said softly, and with the same towel she wiped the remaining proof of Clark's pleasurable explosion on the coffee table in front of her.

"I understand that you can't help but be embarrassed, I'm sure I would be too, if it were the other way around - at first," she blushed at her admission and she continued to look at him intently. "...but I want you to know that I loved it... and I'm sooo turned on by it as well."

Hearing that was like music to his ears. He grinned and returned Lana's gaze, looking into her bright sparkling hazel eyes. "Seriously?" he asked.

She nodded and smiled.

"Well... I cannot wait to return the favor," he told her in a low voice, feeling his face turn a deeper shade of red.

"But first..." he said as he stood up. "Would you like to wash up a bit now?" he asked once again.

"Sure, okay...might as well," she replied and got up. "...but I really don't mind it," she continued, shaking her head.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. 'Ooh, that's good to know,' he thought.

"Damn, you're so amazing, you know that?" Clark said as he leaned to give her a quick peck on her lips.

"Thanks, and so are you," she replied.

A huge smile took over and brightened his face before he turned to lead the way down the loft, out of the barn and into his house. Lana tagged along right behind him smiling as well.

'Well this could mark the beginning of a very interesting friendship,' she mused.

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To be continued...

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A/N: Special shout outs to the following for your feedback:

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