It was a typical sleepover at the beginning of summer vacation for the girls of Elwood city. Francine, Muffy, Fern, Jenna, Prunella, and Sue Ellen are now gathered with one another.

Suffice to say, things have changed throughout the years, namely with Francine. Gone was the blue jeans and red sweater she use to wear, now replaced by a black shirt and white jeans. Her hair is now longer and goes down her face, ironically making her more attractive to all. She is at many boys' attention but she refuses to get a boyfriend, namely because she doesn't want to spend her time in such relationships.

The girls right now are playing a game, staying up all night like any teenagers do.

"Truth or dare, Francine?" Sue Ellen, wearing a black shirt with blue shorts, asked smugly.

"Dare," Francine answered confidently.

"I dare you to tell us who your crush is!" Sue Ellen exclaimed.

"What?" Francine muttered, wishing she picked the other option. Now she was trapped in a corner.

"Who is your crush?" Jenna joined in, now wearing green dress.

Francine suddenly wished she had chosen the opposite, all expression severing from her face as she stared into nothingness.

"It's a boy, right?" Fern giggled, now wearing a pink long t shirt with purple jeans.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a girl?" Sue Ellen declared deviously, smirking devilishly.

"No way in hell!" Francine exclaimed, surprised that her friend was suggesting such a thing.

"Well who is it?" Muffy was the only one who hadn't changed not much aside from her choice of hair now being longer.

Francine knew that Muffy out of all would be the one who seen through her. The woman knew her too much and she knew that there was no escaping from this.

"Arthur," Francine admitted reluctantly.

There were gasps at that admission but an awkward silence. Francine hoped they don't tell him anything, but knowing them, they wouldn't.

"Well, are we really surprise?" Fern declared. "It was obvious for years that you had feelings for him."

Muffy smirked. "Francine, you don't want another girl to take him, do you? You already knows he have girlfriends weekly ever since he left the Read's resident. Maybe you could be different."

Francine felt horrible for her old friend when the big fight happened. She knew that David and Jane Read always had preferred their youngest child over their oldest. Arthur eventually reached a tipping point and eventually decided do what he had to do to gained money so he would be able to move to a house of his own choosing.

It was obvious Arthur was extremely depressed with how his family didn't wish to acknowledged their treatment of him.

Sue Ellen chimed in. "You should talk with him, Francine. You are friends and those feelings from childhood have never faded obviously. Maybe it would help him if he has someone that can keep him in check."

"You should talk with him, Francine. You are friends and those feelings from childhood have never faded obviously. Maybe it would help him if he has someone that keep him in check."

Those words are still echoing in her head as she moved to the house of Arthur Read. It have been seven days now, but she decided that Sue Ellen and the girls were right, so she would just talk with him.

Hesitantly, she knocked onto the door and waited. Ever since Arthur moved from his parents house at age 18 especially since he started working at a job and was tired of his parents favoritism of his sister, Arthur have been living in a house six blocks from her apartment so it required her to drive her car to his house to get their quicker.

Arthur answered the door, wearing different attire from third grade. What have once been geeky type of glasses have been replaced with black tinted ones, a black skull shirt that appears to be half ripped, and his pants having noticeable rips. There is also a small tattoo on his arm that harbors a heart with RESPECT below.

Arthur Read, suffice to say, have grown into a hot young man which many women would wish to be with. They are rumors that Arthur slept around with other females, but Francine can't be too certain. He was once shy, but things have changed much in the past years especially since he went off on his parents.

"Hi, Francine."

Arthur grin only made him more charming, and she hated to admit her heart skipped a beat at that smirk as well as jealousy at the fact that other girls have sleep with him. They probably saw that grin countless times.

"Hi, Arthur."

"So why are you here now, Francine?"

"I needed to talk with you, Arthur."

"Why?" The 19 year old aardvark queried.

"May I come in?" Francine asked.

"Sure," Arthur replied, walking up to his couch and grabbing an orange soda. "Your favorite."

Francine chuckled. "You know that I have changed much throughout the years."

Arthur grinned. "I don't know, Francine, you are still very much the same. You have only grown more better in soccer and could probably perform top tier in football and basketball."

Francine smirked. "My old man would freaked if I went into football so I rather not."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "At least your old man loves you." Sadness crossed his features, making him appeared depressed. "Mine probably forgot about me at this point."

"Arthur," Francine said compassionately, touching his hand. "I feel like you are loved by your parents."

Arthur scoffed. "Funny way of showing it. It is because of them that I have been driven down this path." Anger suddenly appeared in his eyes. "I don't like sleeping with women, Francine! I hate doing this! I don't want to be like this but I have to make money! I'm ugly! I know this!"

"You are not ugly," Francine growled, forcing him onto the bed and ironically straddling him, making him grunt. "You are beautiful!"

Arthur would have once never thought this possible...one of the girls that many boys only dreamed of sleeping with...on top of him?!

"Oh yeah, how come I never got a girlfriend?! How come I just sleep with women just on the promise for cash by various sites!" Arthur growled. "It's that bitch, DW, and it's my parents favoritism that forced me to become a man whore!"

"You are not ugly, Arthur Read, and I can prove it," Francine replied, hating how a once happy and loving child became someone ruined by depression and practically a black sheep by the rest of his family.

"Oh yeah, how?"

"This."

And with that, Francine pulled Arthur in for a passionate kiss, all the feelings coming out tenfold and proving irresistible. While genuinely surprised at first, he didn't resist and allowed the kiss to continue, feeling his heart coming to a stop. After a solid minute, Francine broke the kiss, noticing her lips are tendered.

"That is why. I had feelings for you for years, Arthur." Francine said.

Arthur is stunned. "You-you did? But what about those other boys who have been staring you down?"

Francine replied nervously. "I'm in love with you, Arthur, and I find you the most beautiful aardvark in the world. I can't ignore these feelings any longer."

Francine twirled her hips against his pelvis, making him shout slightly at the immense pleasure filling his neither regions. He was feeling himself losing against her. He cannot lose against her. How can he? No, he would win...

And win he did (barely), gripping her by her shoulders and forcing her up into the room, ignoring her demands to release her and smirking at how he placed her onto the bed. She threw a pillow at him, and Arthur chuckled before pinning her down, the seductive look making his under region burning.

"Arthur, make love to me."

Arthur toyed with her earlobe with his tongue. "My pleasure."

Francine removed his clothes, starting with his shirt, his pants buckle, his pants, and at last his underwear, freeing his erection from the confines of its pants. Francine couldn't believe what she was seeing now. Before her, her male best friend stood nude. His toned figure, a six pack, his big chest, sculpted butt, decent amount of skin, and proving a reason why many girls can only fond over the boy she would once have bullied on the internet. Francine had never seen someone so handsome, and to think she denied these feelings for so long. How could he believe himself ugly?

She ran her hand through his pelvis for a brief moment, making him grimace and his head shoot up. He cannot control himself if she continued doing this.

He pushed her hand to the side and started taking her clothes off. He took her shirt off, unbuttoned and pulled down her pants, peeling her socks off, unbuttoning her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and finally sliding her panties down her legs and stepped out of them after it went around her ankles. Arthur looked on in amazement at Francine's gorgeous naked body. Her smooth and tan skin, wide hips, lean belly, sexy legs, huge quadruple D breasts, and a small tuft of hair over her most sacred body part.

Arthur was ready to pound into her until he was spent and out of breathe. But he didn't want to hurt her. His consciousness was getting the better of him, proving that he was still that kind being from so long ago.

"Please, Arthur, I know you want to fuck me."

Francine never did something like this before and so this would be a new experience. Arthur then climbed into the bed, laying on top of Francine, his protective weight looming over her. Fear briefly risen from in her chest, though it was dismissed when they connect lips.

Being sure not to break their lip's connection, Arthur slowly moved his hands to the back of her neck. Finally, Arthur pulled his lips from hers, choosing to loom over her nipple.

She didn't have much time to focus as he kissed her nipple, teasing it with his teeth and pulling it upwards. Involuntarily, Francine's back arched onto the bed, allowing Arthur to wrap his arms beneath her as he moved his lips to the opposite breast, wanting to please her further. A soft moan purred in Francine's throat, spurring Arthur on as she lightly scraped her nails along her friend's back if she can ever call him that. She smiled darkly at the sight of goosebumps cropping up all over his arms, don't want him to put in all the work after all. With a final kiss as punishment, Arthur released his mouth's hold on Francine's breast before moving his lips back to her neck and at last burying his head in her cleavage, relishing in her cry of his name.

He kept his head bury there for five seconds before returning to the other, untouched side of her neck and draining the energy from there.

"I want you so much, Francine, it burns. I want to hear you cry out as I fuck you. I wonder how long you would last combined with all the girls I have been with." His seductive voice makes him sound ever the more hotter, his lips nippling against her right ear once more. "But first I want to build you up."

Arthur pulled away when suddenly, his fingers are inside of her, investigating her velvety folds, tracking her wet and ardent.

One finger moved slickly, in and out, drawing the most enthralling, lusty moans from her, something that she may be humiliated at on a later date. She had heard from other girls at school at how experienced boys were quick to give into the temptations and avoiding comfort for the girl, but she knew Arthur wouldn't hurt her.

Finding the most sensitive nub at her clit, his finger stroked with excruciating slowness. She squirmed beneath his touch, body tensed and begging for release.

Kissing slowly down her body, Arthur kept their eyes locked together. Worshiping Francine felt so right that he took his time in going lower, using his tongue to tickle her across her body. Meanwhile the boy's hands were exploring all over, following the girl's hips, taking hold of her soft ass or playing with Francine's oh so soft tits. Rolling them around in his palm, squeezing the hard pink nipples between his fingers and flicking them using his thumbs. Peppering more kisses on her petite self, tracing his fingers slowly down Francine's flawless body. Getting ever lower, closer to the spot he had wanted for years even without knowing it.

Francine drove her hands behind his neck, knowing she would not share this moment with anyone else.

"Relax, and remember do not hesitate to tell me if it hurts."

She nodded, making her felt remorseful that due to experience as a virgin was a reason why he had to slow down.

She felt Arthur's hands parting her thighs and began licking her.

She winced and instinctively attempted to close her legs, but Arthur kept her thighs apart firmly as his tongue darted out to reach inside her. She whimpered his name and arched her back, certain that this bed was going to break if she kept doing that as would her back. After a few licks, her thighs were trembling in his grasp, painful and excruciatingly but also feeling good.

Proceeding on a triple assault to make her shout out loud for more. Reaching out, she tangled her fingers in his head, gripping it weakly until her whole body shook with spasms and she squeezed her eyes shut, out of breath.

There was still the final act that would bond them together permanently. After this, they would never be able to look at each other in the eyes again. They both knew that after the oral sex and after they had explored each other's bodies in different manners though her inexperienced had to made that slightly anticlimactic.

"If it hurts, squeeze my arm, Francine," Arthur declared.

Francine closed her eyes. "Do it."

Francine's eyes widened as she felt him slowly entered her, hissing and clamping her eyes shut, grasping her hips as his cock began swelling. She resisted the urge to wriggled her hips as the aardvark was making his way inside of her, causing her to cried out as she struggled to adjust to his size.

Arthur forced himself to ignore her worried moans, feeling the tears going down her eyes, as finally thrusted faster and broke her hyman, causing a painful shout to emerge above the moans they both exchanged.

"Francine. I could pull out."

"No... I want to do this!" Francine replied, feeling bad for snapping at him but her body gave her little choice.

Francine moaned loudly as she leaned back and unintentionally squeezed around Arthur's pelvis, unknowing to her but making Arthur grunt and it made it difficult for him not to move inside her. She was a virgin yet she could caused this sensation to his pelvis. This was probably the best experience in his entire life.

The aardvark grunted from on top of her as he shifted his hands from her buttocks, rubbing her comfortably and making her feel slightly more comfortable. His fingers dug into her skin as he thrust as hard as he could, her hips shifting enough to made his cock thrust faster. The aardvark could feel his body began stiffen as his heart pounded mightily inside his chest. It was hard for him to concentrate. Although his hands gripped the woman's hips, he wanted desperately to squeeze her breasts or her thighs. However, the young woman was so into it, she hardly even noticed. It was too much for Arthur though.

Arthur moaned as he stared into Francine's lovely eyes. The woman grinned unable to denied the urge as she wrapped her hands behind his neck and pulled herself up. She nestled his face between her breasts as she kissed his forehead again and again. The woman's grasp became tighter and tighter as she pressed her body closer and closer to him. The man could feel the woman's body tighten as he heard her heart race. Not only could he hear her moaning, but he could hear her rapid heartbeat.

Francine cried out, reaching desperately for the edges of the bed. How can he touch literally every sweet spot in her body? How can he seemed to know her body more than her? Fuck! How can he fuck her so perfectly?!

Arthur was thrusting inside of her like his body was depending onto it, crying out, thrusting back against one another the more they are continuing to connect with one another as if they are one person.

"I'm getting close," Arthur murmured.

"I don't care! So am I! I would love to be bonded with you, Arthur!"

Arthur nodded, thrusting faster and harder, able to tell that her release would hit her first. Her inexperienced was because of this as well as him discovering her sweet spot earlier.

As the woman shouted and released, her vaginal muscles clamped down on Arthur's dick and trembled it violently. The movement was just enough to send Arthur over the edge as his body stiffened right and then began to screeched out as he shot his hot load into her sex, holding her down and growling as he exploded inside of her, releasing the biggest climax of his life within her.

As soon as it ended, Arthur collapsed on her head, breathing rapidly.

"You may be inexperienced, Francine, but that was the best one I have had," Arthur breathed heavily.

"Thank you, Arthur, and I love you."

"I love you too.

She's tired. She would not be able to do this again today, not with all of her pent up frustration having been stripped of as well as the tension in her body along with her virginity being claimed.

The teenager on top of her now wrapped his arms around her and brought her to his chest, causing her to embrace the sleep as she collapsed limp in his arms.

It wasn't long before Muffy had another sleeping party. Francine was still slightly in pain, but Arthur reassured her that it would passed and the first time hurts.

"So did you tell Arthur?" Sue Ellen asked.

"Yes, and we..." Francine stopped herself, blushing as she remembered the experience she suffered with her male best friend.

"You guys had sex!" Muffy leapt in.

The other women giggled.

"How was it?" Jenna asked.

"Well, it was certainly good," Francine replied. "Arthur knew when to be soothing and knew not to do too much."

"That's good," Sue Ellen replied. "The patient boys are usually the best."

"I'm glad we made it official. Arthur was tormented but he needed help and I would be glad to lend him it." Francine replied.

"You guys should continue to do it. You might win homecoming queen." Muffy teased, smirking. "Unless I win. You could be a close second though."

At the end, it was all teasing, and they each knew their friendship outclassed all.

"We would see, your highness."

Arthur's notes: I have always paired Arthur and Francine and am tired of seeing stories where they don't change. Yes, Francine was a troublemaker and bully, but she could change. I think these two would be perfect to each other and I wished there was more Arthur lemons