As soon as the door to Marco's house swung open, he quickly closed and locked it. Stripes hung her jacket on the coat rack nearby.

When he turned around, he was immediately met with lips locking with his and a pair of hands holding his lightly shaven face in place.

Marco was stunned for a moment, shocked at the abruptness of Stripes's actions before the tightening of his pants reminded him of what happened earlier. He let it happen, knowing it's what he and apparently she wanted.

While Marco was deeply immersed into the kiss, muscle memory allowed him to lead himself and Stripes to the couch, where the two detached momentarily as they came tumbling onto the cushions.

Marco found himself hovering above her, their eyes locked as they breathed heavily, the excitement between them burning and palpable.

"Right out the gate, huh?" Marco breathed. "Not even a little convo or exchanging of names?"

"Just wanna…" Stripes heaved her words. "...finish what we started."

"Y'know, I do have some condoms lying around this ti-"

"Aw just shut up and fuck me."

Stripes mashed her face against Marco's. They continued making out heavily on the couch, acting out their hasty, yet deep desires on one another.

An idle hand slowly crawled up Stripes's smooth, tanned leg, climbing from her knee to her inner thigh. Stripes shivered beneath Marco's touch.

Marco's eyes shot open when he found hot, wet flesh sooner than he had expected. His finger brushed along her mound, then her slit. Stripes hummed into the kiss, tingling Marco's lips.

Shrugging, Marco resumed with the foreplay. His fingertip parted her lower lips and traced the entire length of her sopping entrance instead of pushing deeper.

The girl bucked her hips, expressing her wants to her partner, who knowingly disregarded them in favor of showing her how the turntables.

When Marco wouldn't let up, Stripes withdrew the kiss to let out a pleading moan.

"Okay dude, I get it, you were blue balled earlier!"

"Yup."

"Heh. Forgot what it felt to be on the other side. Guys usually don't waste time and just get right to it. It's why I skimped on the panties."

"Well that sucks. You should get a little foreplay too. Especially since you went through the trouble of saving me some time."

"Well now, don't you know how to treat a lady?"

Marco smiled. "But I haven't 'treated' you anything just yet."

"Oh?" Stripes raised an eyebrow. "Whaddya got in mind?"

With a chuckle, Marco crawled backwards till his head was level with Stripes's exposed crotch.

Barely a second after he lifted her skirt, he gave her pussy the same treatment he gave to her mouth, only this time he had all the power and control. His tongue showed her warm insides no quarter as it wriggled rapidly around every wall and crevice it could find.

Stripes threw her head back, her moaning becoming louder. She spread her legs wider as she held onto Marco's short hair for dear life.

Her body reacted more strongly with each masterful stroke of Marco's tongue. Her grip on Marco's hair tightened as she tried to pull his face deeper into her core. Her body convulsed every time Marco brushed over her burgeoning clit.

Then he started to focus on it and her bodily language became more profane as time went on. Gasps shot out of her lungs in quick succession, signaling to Marco the approach of her limit.

"M...dude!" Stripes spat out. "Y-you're gonna make me-"

Stripes vocalized as if she was on the verge of sneezing before she let out a squeaky shriek, followed by a rising arch of her back. Marco could feel the hairs on his head being torn off.

Stripes fell back onto the couch with a thud. Her breathing came out ragged and heavy.

Marco looked up at her while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Wow…" Stripes sighed. "Best host ever..."

"Glad to hear it, but..." Marco spoke as he sat straight up on the couch.

For the second time that night, his zipper came undone, only this time, his entire pair of pants were coming off. He could see Stripes' eyes captivated by the removal of his jeans, followed by hia shirt. Her eyes became saucers once his dick sprung into action.

"...the best has yet to come. You."

Marco didn't waste any time crawling back up to Stripes and lining himself up with her sodden slit. He rubbed his head along her entrance for a bit. Stripes squeezed his shoulders and bit her lip hard as Marco slowly pushed past her folds. Every inch buried was graced with twisting heat.

"Ssst, ooh…" Stripes hissed as she felt herself slowly being filled. The sensation seemed too much for the young girl, her body shivering despite how sweaty her bronze skin had become.

Marco held the girl by her shaky hips until he managed to bottom out in her, his prick kissing her cervix.

"Ooh, shit…" Marco muttered under his breath. The full extent of the girl's tightness fully hit him and he had stiffened like a statue.

They met eyes once more and Marco was met with perhaps the lustiest look he'd ever seen on a woman. Her sly expression gave him the impression that his pleasure was under her control the whole time and her reactions from earlier were merely ruses to lull him into a false sense of dominance.

"What's-a matter, big guy?" Her voice was bold and unwavering. "Aren'tcha gonna finish what we started?"

Her pussy was a soaking sleeve, seeking to squeeze out everything Marco had. He had to admit that she took him off guard.

But Marco was a strong man whose stamina and physique had been forged by years of martial arts and fitness. Whether fighting or fucking, Marco was always on top and the contrary only happens if he allows it.

"Whoa!" Stripes exclaimed.

With a grunt, Marco's feet planted firmly on his couch, leaving him directly above his partner, whose body folded over until her knees dangled above her face.

Holding her ass in place, Marco drew his hips back until all but the head of his dick saw the dim light of his living room.

"How's this?" Marco asked.

Stripes and Marco shared a look. Despite the turntables, the young woman still had a genuine yet shaky smile on her face, while Marco's was lusty and almost feral.

"Go ahead." She said, panting. "Fire away, Stud."

Like a trigger, Marco's cock shot forward, all 10 inches filling Stripes's snatch in the blink of an eye. There was a faint yet noticeable bulge on her normally flat stomach.

"Ooh, damn." She remarked wincing. "Hope there's more where that came from."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Marco continued hammering his cock home, fulfilling his houseguest's wants and wishes without holding back or slowing down. She thanked him for each thrust with a grunt or a moan, joining the loud claps of flesh on flesh as music to their ears.

Eventually, they shed the remainder of their clothes and switched positions. Marco took Stripes from the back while she bent over one end of his couch with her hands firmly planted on the armrest. The man enjoyed the added perk of watching the flesh of her tanned bubble butt ripple like a splash of a pond as he rammed his solid rod deep into her juicy, inviting hole. Every now and then, her ass cheeks would part and clap together and he would be graced with the sight of her winking asshole.

"Shit…" Marco muttered, as he closed the distance and hovered his head next to hers. He held onto her sweaty, swaying breasts like a pair of handlebars as his hips continued clapping her cheeks.

"Is this why you're a fan favorite?" Marco asked between heaving breaths.

"S-sorta…" Stripes squeezed in between moans. "P-part of it, yeah."

"So not the main reason, huh?"

"Y-yeah, but actually no."

"Hmm."

Stripes's moans became louder and louder, almost overpowering the rhythmic song of their wild lovemaking. Her moans became infectious, whittling down Marco's own resolve and heralding his end.

"Gettin' close…" Marco strained, his movements becoming frantic and fragmented.

"Just…" Stripes's head hung for a moment before she dragged it back up to look over her shoulder at her partner. "...don't pull out."

"You sure?"

She nodded confidently. "Totally sure."

With a nod of his own, Marco felt his floodgates struggling to hold back the torrent bubbling from within.

With one single thrust and a roar from the gut, he let all of his seed shoot out of his throbbing aching dick like firehose deep into the woman's pussy in a seemingly unending stream that flowed smoothly into her womb.

"Fuuuck yeahhh…" Stripes moaned, her head resting tiredly on the armrest. "...get it all in there big guy. Geez, you were loaded big time, weren't ya?"

After the initial shot ended, several more soon followed, which Marco lost count of after the seventh.

Finally, his dick squirted to halt, but Marco didn't pull out just yet. He reached over to the coffee table nearby, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box.

Quickly, he pulled out and the handful of tissues were shoved in front of her flooded entrance.

"Sorry. Gotta keep the couch clean." Marco said with a sheepish smile. "Family comes over sometimes. Don't wanna hear questions I'd struggle to answer, y'know."

"Fair enough, dude."

The two wiped what they could and gathered their clothes. Marco gave Stripes first dibs to his shower. After she walked out, she sat on his couch, resting her head on the armrest. Marco promised her some dinner after he finished his shower, to which she nodded and thanked him.

He delved into the steamy bathroom and immersed himself in some soap and hot water. As Marco stood in the shower he thought about what he should make for a late night dinner. Nothing too complex or time consuming. Maybe his Nachos would suffice.

He felt like he had to do something for her considering it cost him nothing for the lap dance or even the sex. He also had to consider what's gonna happen between them going forward. Or if this was just a one off thing.

Either way, Marco felt more liberated and at peace with himself than he ever has in years. He didn't know why. Something about her made him calm yet thrilled at the same time. Nit often anyone in his life ever did that.

Marco spent probably half an hour in the shower in total and 25 of those were spent contemplating.

The knob squeaked and the hot water ceased flowing. Marco walked out of the shower in just his shorts while drying his hair with a towel.

"Hey, I'm thinking I could make us some… Nachos?"

Marco looked all around his living room as he suddenly found it empty. The girl who was seemingly resting was nowhere to be found.

After a thorough search of the house and a constant calling of her name, Marco had to concede that the girl high-tailed it outta there. Marco confirmed his suspicions when he checked his front door to find it unlocked despite him locking it earlier.

Marco sighed. "Guess it's one of those nights, huh?" He spoke to the empty room.

Rather than dwell on it any longer, Marco simply put on a shirt and went to bed. He didn't fall asleep right away, instead staring at the ceiling while letting the events of the night play out in his mind and feeling every stimulating memory on his body.

He hoped that he could see her again sometime.

The next morning, Marco received a text from his younger sister, Mariposa. She asked if he could drive her and a friend who slept over to school because Mom and Dad had already left for work.

Marco was more than ready to do so, considering Mari and his parents lived right up the street.

Marco pulled up to the empty driveway and parked. He waited patiently, reclining in his seat while listening to some CDs from his car stereo.

He saw the front door open in his periphery and his sister walked out, carrying her backpack. Marco smiled, always happy to spend time with Mariposa even for something as brief and mundane as driving her to school.

Then when Mariposa's friend, borrowing her clothes, walked out of the house, Marco's smile dropped. Then his stomach. Then his entire mood.

That platinum blonde hair.

That tanned bronze skin.

That cyan streak.

Those aqua eyes.

"Mornin' Marco." Mariposa greeted as she got in the back seat.

"Hope you slept good, dude." That voice.

"Sorry to bother you about this last minute, Marco." Mariposa apologized. "Just came outta nowhere for me, too."

"It's uh. No problem."

"Say, before we get to school, can we stop by Jackie's place first? She's got some stuff to pick up."

"Hope it's cool with you." Jackie added.

"Y-yeah." Marco softly spoke as he readjusted his rearview mirror, put on his seatbelt and started his car.

When he looked at his mirror to back out of the driveway, he felt haunted by the warm, familiar gaze of his sister's friend.

Jackie, he thought. That was her name. It only took taking his sister to school to learn that.

With the girls' directions, Marco found Jackie's house. He was surprised to discover that she didn't live that far from him nor his family.

"Be back in a sec." Jackie said before making a brisk jog to her house. Marco's eyes couldn't help but stay on Jackie till she ran around the side of her house.

"Mari?"

"Hmm?"

"Your… friend there." Marco gulped, his eyes glued to the house. "She doesn't happen to have a… sister does she?"

"Uh, no?" Mariposa answered, confused. "She's an only child. Why?"

Marco shook his head. "No reason."

They waited for a few minutes. Marco, getting antsy from the silence, spoke up again.

"So… how'd you two meet?"

Mari peeked up from her phone. "Hm? Oh, we got the same Homeroom and Math teacher. Ms. Skullnick."

"Ah, like Janna, huh?"

"Yup. Actually, Janna was the one who introduced us."

"I see."

Marco's mind was an absolute mess at that moment. He had always been protective of his sister yet he also knew that, for a 14 year old, she had pretty sound judgement. From what Marco had taught her, she did well to stay away from any bad crowds and kept a clean record since Pre-K.

The only exception was Janna who, despite dabbling in petty thievery, stalking, and witchcraft, Mariposa was seemingly uninfluenced by the girl and maintained good grades and behavior. But Marco never shied away from telling his sister how much of a bad influence she was, despite constant rebuttals and refusal to part from her as a friend.

So how the Hell was he supposed to tell Mari that Jackie was a stripper without also having to tell her how he knew that? Marco could never lie to his sister and he had a hard time lying to anyone he loved. He just never had the heart for it.

"Sorry for keepin' you guys." Marco jumped at the sound of Jackie's voice followed by the door shutting.

"It's okay, we still got plenty of time before class starts." Mari said.

"Uh-huh." Marco responded, his voice low and emotionless.

"You okay dude?" Jackie asked, concern in her tone. "Ya seem distracted by something."

"Yeah, come to think of it, you've been acting weird all morning. What's goin' on, Marco?"

"Nothing." Marco's response was speedy. Frantic even. "Just tired is all."

"Long night, huh?" Jackie surmised.

"Y-"

Marco turned back at the two girls, his face wrinkled like he was about to scream at them.

And then there was that smile. That glowing grin that sent flashbacks running through Marco's head of heat, wetness, and ocean spray perfume.

He stopped himself before he made a scene. Marco faced the road again and proceeded to drive to their school.

As soon as he turned up to the front of the school, there were still kids out and about, either loitering or being dropped off by buses and parents' cars alike.

Mariposa and Jackie stepped out of Marco's car, saying their see ya laters before walking towards the front entrance.

Marco's eyes followed them as they walked the stone path to the school entrance. Though most of his focus maintained on Jackie.

His heart beat at a frantic rate. His mind reeled from the morning's world-flipping revelation. His breathing became labored and manual. He sat in his car, at a loss for what it all meant, why it turned out this way, and what he'll do going forward.

His focus on Jackie became so acute, he barely heard the loud, incessant honking of the choir of car horns behind him.

Then, as if Jackie felt his eyes on her, she turned around and met his soft, worried gaze.

Again, there was that calm, warming expression. Marco wasn't sure why, but he felt somewhat at ease, yet still slightly on edge.

And somehow, he didn't feel as wrong as he should.

She shot Marco a wink before disappearing into the school.