-Five years earlier-
"Goodbye, Laura," Steve said, turning from the door to face her. He thought for a moment. "I do have one favor… to ask of you… One small favor: remember me."
Laura couldn't believe what was happening. She felt like she had entered an alternate universe. He was leaving her?
"Steve, wait!" she said confused and exasperated. "You can't just leave!"
"Why not?" he asked incredulously, slamming his luggage back down. After all these years of telling him to get lost, he challenged her to give him one good reason to stay. Everyone knew she belonged with Stefan. Everyone knew she was going to pick Stefan. He was the only person in the world delusional enough to think he could ever be enough for her. He didn't want to wait around to watch her find everything he'd ever wanted to give to her with someone else. Fate had often been cruel to him, but neither one of them could really be happy if he stuck around. She needed a clean break. He was finally willing to give it to her, so why should he stay, now?
She scoffed, tears becoming visible. "Cuz… Because I can't imagine my life without you."
He looked at her, his eyes filled with pain. What was that supposed to mean? "What are you tryin' to say?" he pleaded, gesturing to her.
What was she trying to say? "Well, I'm sayin' that… I love you… and… I want to marry you." She was surprised as the words came out of her mouth. She looked around the room like she didn't know what she was going to say next, because she really didn't. Her hands hit her thighs as if to say that she was finally giving in.
He stared at her, certain his heart would stop beating at any moment. He took a few steps toward her and asked in disbelief, "You do?"
She looked back into his loving eyes and suddenly felt the peace that came with finally making a decision. She looked down for a moment and knew immediately she had made the right one. She smiled at him, meeting his gaze again, and her eyes filled with happy tears for the first time in a long time after months of confusion. She nodded adamantly, praying that he wouldn't doubt her love again. "Yes," she said through her tears.
He looked down and held his hands out to her. His heart pounded as she glanced down for a moment, setting her hands in his. Her eyes met his again, and he squeezed.
She looked at his face, so bashful and dumbfounded. She clicked her tongue at him and moved to hold him close.
His arms embraced her back, and he stared off into space, his mouth agape in shock.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she squeezed. Her body relaxed, and she moved her cheek to press more firmly against his. They embraced like that for several minutes. She refused to be the first one to break their hug. He needed this. After all these years, he had certainly earned it.
Eventually, he released her quickly, tearing himself from her forcefully. She looked up at him, shocked by his movements and concerned by the tears streaming down his face.
He shook his head over and over. "No. No, Laura. No. We can't do this," he sobbed.
"What?" she asked, suddenly feeling like there was a knife in her gut. "What do you mean? Why not?"
"Because I can't make you happy, Laura. I'm not good enough for you!" Steve shouted.
No, this was not ok. He was good enough for her. In a lot of ways he was too good for her, and she knew that. "What are you talking about, Steve? Of course, you are!"
He kept shaking his head, his tears coming faster and his sobs harder. "No. No. No." he muttered over and over.
"Steve!"
He started to reach for his luggage again. "No. No. No. I have to go."
"Steve, no!" she yelled, running to stand in front of the door. "You can't go. I love you!"
"No, you don't, Laura," he cried. "You can't!"
"Yes, I do, Steve!" Her heart was pounding faster than it ever had. She felt like she was going to throw up. He couldn't leave. She couldn't let him leave. She needed him more than she felt she needed her next breath. He stepped forward, attempting to reach the doorknob behind her. As he moved into her range, she threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck again, determined to never let go. She started to kiss him forcefully. She opened her mouth, but his remained tightly closed. She traced her tongue against his lips and moaned, "Mmmm…" She pulled her lips away, just far enough to speak. "Please, Steve," she whispered, her eyes opening again to beg him. Her lips pressed against his again and again. "Please. Please. Please," she said between kisses.
Suddenly, he roared. He threw his arms around her waist and pressed her against him. He pushed forward to press her back into the door.
His mouth opened for her tongue, and she moaned again, "Mmmmmmmm…" His tongue met hers, and they swirled around each other. She slowly brought her leg up and wrapped it around his hip. He slid his hand down to hold her leg in place. He gripped her shapely thigh tightly as they kissed.
She pulled her face away from his but made sure their bodies remained locked together. "I love you, Steve," she whispered, still crying at the thought of him leaving her.
Steve wiped her tears from her cheek using his freehand and then wiped his own. "I love you, too, Laura."
She jumped slightly to wrap her other leg around his waist. He moved quickly to catch her. She leaned even closer, staring at him intensely. "I want you," she purred.
"I want you, too," he replied, not taking her hint.
"No, Steve," she tried again. "I want you. I want you, now." She kissed him deeply again for emphasis.
"Oh," he said, his voice becoming very small.
"Take me upstairs, Steve."
He looked at her, bewildered and bashful again. He didn't move.
She jumped down from his arms and grabbed him by the hand. She yanked him hard, running quickly up the stairs. She turned the corner and dragged him into her room. She slammed the door behind them. No one was home, but just to be safe, she locked it. He stood in the middle of her bedroom, looking like he'd suddenly forgotten how to move his legs. She shook her head at him. How could a man have gone this long in his life without planning what he would do if he ever got a sexy woman alone?
Little did she know, he had planned for it. He had been planning for it since the day he accidentally saw her naked. He had a million things he wanted to do to her, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember a single one. The look she was giving him had all but erased those fantasies from his memory. He didn't care about his own desires any more. All he wanted was to make sure that look never went away, unless he could replace it with a better one.
She moved toward him slowly. She had expected she would be better dressed her first time, but this wasn't her plan at all, so she made sure to move her body as if she were wearing the sexiest lingerie ever designed. She walked up to him and pushed gently on his chest. He immediately fell back onto her bed. She smiled and climbed into his waiting lap. Straddling him, she pressed her nose against his, but left her eyes wide open, burning with lust.
"Hi," she smiled.
He opened his mouth to reply, but he was silenced by her soft lips stealing his again. His arms locked around her like a vice, and his tongue dominated her mouth. She started to grind her body against his lap, making them both moan into each other's mouths. "Mmmmm…"
"Mmmmm…" Steve was certain he had never been harder. He pulled at her hips, trying to grind her down on him more forcefully. After only a few minutes of their intense make out session, he felt something strange. Oh, no. Please, God, no! He tried to redirect his brain. Uhhh… Uh. Math problems! Baseball! Old men in speedos!
Suddenly, Steve broke their kiss and groaned louder than she had ever heard him before. "UNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!"
She stopped moving and looked at him. His eyes were shut tightly, and he was squeezing her down against him so hard that she was certain she'd have bruises in the morning, not that she'd mind. Only a few seconds later, his eyes shot open and met hers in surprise. She looked at him with concern on her face. "Are you ok, Steve? Did I hurt you?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but he was mortified. He started stammering, "Oh, no… Oh. Oh, no. I-I… I… No. Y-You didn't… I just… I-I-I…" She looked at him, confused. She shifted her hips slightly, and he thrust up and whimpered a little. "Ohhh…" he whined in pain as her movement affected his now too sensitive manhood.
Oh! Laura suddenly realized what had happened. Oh, my God, he came! Her hand reached up to cover her mouth involuntarily. She tried to stifle a giggle. It wasn't that she meant to tease him for it. She just thought it was the cutest thing. She had grinded against him for just a few minutes, and he was in ecstasy? He was too sweet. Still, she knew he would be embarrassed, so she didn't make it any worse by giggling or using overtly feminine adjectives like cute or sweet. When she knew she was completely composed, she smiled down at him. "Hey, Tiger," she cooed. "Relax."
He was humiliated! How was he supposed to relax? She hauled him up to her bedroom to take her virginity, and he didn't even last long enough to see her boobs?! How was he ever supposed to look at her again? How could he tell her what had happened?
She kissed him deeply again, hoping to rev his engine a little. They had time to get him ready again. There was no hurry. Now they had the rest of their lives, which reminded her, she needed to get that ring from him when they were done. She started to suck on his neck and nibble on his ear, moaning softly. He sat motionless.
"Hey," she said, giving in and looking into his eyes, her own filled with compassion. "Really, Steve, you need to relax. It's not a big deal. It happens."
He looked up at her, shocked. "What? You know? How did you know?"
That time she couldn't stop the giggle. His eyebrows furrowed as he was hurt by her laugh. "It wasn't exactly subtle, Steve," she said, kissing him again.
Maybe it wasn't. Steve looked at her devastated. He just wanted to please her. "I'm sooo sorry, Laura."
Sorry? "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault," she assured him. "Besides, it's not like that's gonna stop us," she winked.
"It's not?"
"Of course not, Steve!"
"But Laura, we can't… I mean, if I can't…"
"You just need a minute to recharge, Steve," she promised him. "We have plenty to experiment with in the meantime," she purred, nibbling on his earlobe again.
"Ohhhh…" he moaned.
She pulled back to look at him again. "Hey, wait a minute. After what I just did for you, I think it's my turn!"
He looked up at her, the shyness rapidly leaving his face. Her turn indeed! Suddenly, he pushed her back on the bed and climbed between her legs. He reached up and ripped off her sweater. Then he pulled down her sweatpants. He pulled them off with her shoes and tossed his own coat, shoes, and socks onto the floor. He turned back to gawk at his prize. She lay on the bed, her legs spread around him, in a silky, black bra and tiny, silky, black panties. Steve hovered over her body and licked his lips.
She was amazed at how quickly he undressed her, but she figured she had certainly teased him long enough. Under his hot stare, she started to feel very embarrassed. Her bra and panties didn't really match, and they were both kind of old. She didn't expect to be in this position today. She moved her hands in a weak attempt to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pushed them back down. He leaned down toward her and kissed her soft lips.
She started to unbutton his shirt, but he pulled away. "Steve?" she asked confused.
"Don't do that yet, Laura. Please."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's just… My body's not quite as impressive as yours. I don't want you to see it until you have to."
She looked up at him sadly, pulling him back over her by his collar. "I think you are very sexy, Steve. If I didn't, we wouldn't be here." She kissed his neck and continued unbuttoning him. She had planned to move right on to his pants, but she decided to stroke his smooth chest a little longer. She slipped off his shirt and rubbed her hands over his pecs, grazing his nipples, as they kissed. She moved to kiss his neck again, and she traced her fingernails down his abs. She ran her hands up his ticklish sides, over his strong back, and rubbed his neck, her thumbs sliding over his collarbone.
"You are so hot, Steve," she purred.
He felt very self-conscious, like she was exaggerating for his benefit. Part of him wanted to look down and question her, but the rest of him was captivated by her touch and afraid of the truth.
"I love you soooo much," she purred again. "I can't wait to be your wife."
At that remark he pulled back to gauge her sincerity. She looked sincere, but he was afraid he was seeing only what he wanted to. He had certainly done it before. As he started to have second thoughts, his brain stopped working because he felt her hands touching his belt. She unbuckled him, and he swallowed hard. Her thumbs traced the line where his skin met his pants, meeting in the middle, right by his navel. She slipped his belt out from his pants and let it drag against the sensitive skin on his back as she gently tossed it away. She moved her hands down to unbutton his pants, but again he grabbed her wrists. This time, he pinned them over her head.
She gasped in surprised and wiggled slightly beneath him, letting her hips buck up to rub against him. "Steve?" she questioned.
"No, my pet. You can't see it until it's… ready for you."
"But, Steve, Honey," she pouted exaggeratedly, "I've seen it before."
He met her eyes. She had seen it before, but that was different. "That was an accident," he insisted.
She wiggled again, letting her hips thrust toward him a second time. "But I liked what I saw," she cooed.
He felt uncomfortable with her compliments. He started to feel like it was all a joke. "It's bigger when it's hard, I swear."
She looked at him, actually surprised by his insistence. She furrowed her brow at him, "Ok…?"
"I know it's not very big, and I know you deserve better, but I promise, Laura Lee, I will do whatever you want in bed. I love you. I will do whatever I can to please you. I know it's not big enough. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"What?! Steve!" she tried to interrupt his rant.
"Oh, who am I kidding?" he asked, removing himself from her body. "I'll never be good enough for you. Just go be with him, Laura. He'll take care of you… and your… needs." He sat on the edge of her bed.
She felt deeply saddened by his lack of confidence, mostly because she knew it was her fault. How many times could you tell someone he was disgusting before he internalized that? She couldn't blame him for not wanting to be naked in front of her. As he faced the other way, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the other side of the bed. Then she slipped off her panties and let them fall to the same spot. She felt a little nervous, too. This was the first time she had undressed for a man, but she knew Steve needed her to be confident this time, because he just didn't have to tools to be yet. She promised herself in that moment that she was going to make him love himself one day. She was heavily responsible for breaking him. She ought to be the one to fix him.
She got on her knees and crawled over to him. Kneeling behind him, she slinked her arms around his neck and pressed her full breasts into his back. They both gasped as they felt her nipples harden from their first contact with someone else. He sat up a little straighter, and she leaned to whisper in his ear. First, she kissed it and licked it a little. Then she said softly, "Did you feel that, Steve? Did you feel my nipples get hard for you?"
He growled under his breath and felt his sleeping manhood twitch.
"That's my body's natural reaction to yours," she whispered. "I can't just make that happen. I promise I'm not lying to you when I tell you I find you attractive. I wouldn't lie to you, but my body can't lie." She rubbed her breasts against his back for emphasis, and she moaned, completely naturally. She loved the feeling of his hot skin on hers. "Oooooo, Steve."
He wanted so badly to turn around and see her. She felt so good against him. He had never felt a pair of breasts before, but something told him that hers were the most incredible in the world. They were soft, but still firm. They jiggled against his back when she moved. Her nipples tickled his skin. Still, he was too scared to turn to see her… let alone touch her. He sat in silence while she kissed him and rubbed against him.
"Why do you think you're small, Steve? Don't you remember the last time we saw each other naked? We weren't even an item yet, and even then, I told you you had nothing to worry about."
He continued to sit, staring at the ground.
"You're bigger than average, you know? I'm actually a little nervous I won't be able to fit all of you."
Suddenly, he stood and shouted, "Please, don't lie to me, Laura. I don't need your pity!"
She recoiled from him. She didn't appreciate being yelled at when she was completely naked. He turned to glare at her, and his eyes landed on her exposed breasts. She covered herself with her arm as she turned away from him. "I'm not lying to you, Steve. I can't believe you don't trust me."
He continued to stare at her breasts, though he could no longer see all of them. He enjoyed the way they bounced when she spoke.
"I know that it's my fault you have no self-esteem, but things are different now. I was a lot of horrible things growing up, Steve, but I think it's fair to say I was pretty honest with you about my feelings."
She heard no response, so she continued talking, "I feel vulnerable, too, Steve, and I don't think it's fair to talk to me like that when I'm naked. I think you owe me an apology."
He heard her voice shake, and he realized how badly he had hurt her. Oh, he never wanted to hurt her. His face softened, and he lifted his eyes back to her face, though she tried to avoid them. He sat down by her on the bed. He leaned into her neck and started to kiss her. He reached up to stroke her arm and remove it from her breasts, but she resisted. He whispered in her ear, "I am so sorry, my pet. This is hard for me, but I'm trying. I want to trust you."
"I want you to feel safe with me, Steve," she whispered, tearing up.
He pulled at her arm again, and this time, she let him expose her breasts. He pulled away to look at them. She was stunning. "You are so beautiful, Laura. I just…" His eyes met hers. "I don't understand why you want me."
"Because I love you, Steve," she insisted without hesitation.
"But why?"
"Because you're kind and affectionate. You're brilliant and passionate. You're funny. You are good and generous, and most importantly, you are the most devoted and loyal man in the world. What else could I ask for in a lover?" She moved closer to him and pushed him so he was lying down. Her naked body straddled him, and he could feel her hot, wet womanhood against his abs. She leaned down to his lips. Her lips grazed his as she whispered, "Plus, Steve, and I promise you I'm telling the truth, you have a huge cock."
He groaned. He wanted to believe her so badly. A different part of him wanted to spank her for using such a naughty word.
"I have an idea," she whispered. "I can prove it to you. If we make love, you'll be able to feel how big you are, how much work I have to do to… accommodate you."
She stuck her tongue out gently and just licked his lips for a few moments. Then she kissed him and started to kiss her way down his body. He could feel her breasts brushing against him, and he started to shake as her tongue and lips made their way down his chest. She unbuttoned his pants quickly, so he had no time to feel nervous, and she yanked them down along with his boxers past his knees in one swift motion.
She stared at his newly exposed manhood, and he trembled. Poor, Baby, she thought as she noticed him shaking. As she stared at his half-hard member, she thought about how good it looked. Maybe if more people had seen it, he wouldn't have been bullied so much growing up. He at least would have had better luck with women. She stroked her hand over his chest, inching closer and closer to her new toy. A very selfish part of her was glad that she was the only one who had seen it. Well, her and Myra, when she used to spy in his windows and presumably, when she spied with hidden cameras. Still, she was glad to be the only one he let see it and the only one to touch it. She loved how it looked covered in his drying cum from earlier. She licked her lips and leaned down. He didn't think she really found him attractive? Well, she wanted to see if he'd still hold that opinion after she had licked him clean.
Expecting only a hand, he jumped and yelped when he felt her tongue on his tip.
"Wah!" he screamed as his hips bucked. Luckily, she pulled away before she broke a tooth on his hip bone.
She giggled, and leaned her face toward it again. Her hot breath tickled his head as she whispered breathily, "Yummmm… You taste good, Steve."
"R-Really?" he asked, starting to take her at her word. He still trembled forcefully.
She smiled up at him and nodded. She really did enjoy his flavor. It was salty and manly. He smelled amazing, too. He smelled like sex. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she let her mouth encircle his tip and suck gently.
"OHHHHHHHHH."
She had never done this before, but she was starting to gain confidence. He was almost fully hard again. She licked up and down the length of his shaft, sucking gently on places where his cum had dried, cleaning him off. She stopped only to suck on his balls, cleaning them, too. As she sucked, she slipped his pants and boxers the rest of the way off. Returning to his manhood, she noticed the pre-cum leaking from his tip and decided to tease him. "Oh, you bad boy," she scolded. "I go through all the trouble to lick you clean, and you just make another mess?" She quickly took what she could of him in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down. "Mmmmmm…" she moaned with a full mouth. The vibrations made him wiggle. She couldn't even take half of his manhood, but he was certainly enjoying it. She decided they would just have to keep practicing this, not that she minded.
All too soon, he felt her lips pull away, hearing them pop off like she had been sucking on a popsicle. He whimpered softly. "Ohh…"
She looked into his sweet, disappointed eyes. She kissed her way up his body and met his lips again. "I'm sorry, Baby, but I want you to come inside of me this time. Don't you?"
He roared loudly and flipped her onto her back. He aligned his member with her entrance, now open and visible before him.
"Wait!" she yelled, her hand pushing hard against his chest.
He looked at her, concern and fear in his eyes. What did he do? Didn't she just say she wanted this?
Seeing that he stopped, she exhaled a fearful breath. "Oh, Steve, Honey. Slow down," she said, breathing heavily. "I'm not wet enough, yet. I need you to play with me for a while, or it'll hurt."
He visibly relaxed. Oh. Now that he would be perfectly willing to do. He rested his body weight on his forearms and got on top of her. He kissed her deeply, then pulled away, his eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, Laura Lee. I got a little carried away," he whispered.
She smiled and stroked his face. "That's ok, Steve. I'm excited, too. It's just… I want it to feel good. I don't want you hurt me."
"I would never hurt you," he promised, kissing her again. He bravely let his hands trail up her sides, and she shuttered. When his hands cupped her ample breasts, he ended their kiss to watch his hands massage her gorgeous mounds. "Ohhhhh, Laura, my love," he purred, without taking his eyes off her breasts.
She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. She had expected to be nervous when he touched her, but she felt calmer than she had before. She felt comfortable and safe under his loving gaze and gentle touch. "Mmmmm… Steeeeeve…"
He looked up at her beautiful face when he heard her moan his name. She looked like she was in ecstasy. Was he really doing that to her? "Does this feel ok?" he asked, in desperate need of confirmation.
"It feels sooo good."
He kept doing what he was doing, afraid to change a thing.
She opened her lust-filled eyes for a moment, happily absorbing the look on his face. She could see his desire as he stared at his hands on her body. "Steve, Baby?" she asked.
"Yes, my pet?" he glanced up to her.
"Will you touch my nipples, please?"
He grinned widely and ran his thumbs over her tight rosebuds, not looking away from her face. Her eyes closed again, and she cooed as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth. "Ooooooo…"
Suddenly brave, he pinched them. He heard a loud gasp escape her lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise, and she looked up at him, mouth agape. He looked down at her proudly and licked his lips.
Her face relaxed, and her fiery stare returned, "Suck on them."
She didn't have to tell him twice. He descended to her chest and happily took her right breast and nipple into his mouth. His right hand played with her left breast while he happily suckled.
"Steeeeeve," she moaned, grinding against his hips. He could feel her wetness occasionally brush against his member, and he placed his left hand on her butt. Using his new leverage, he held her hips in place, so that her wetness stayed still for him. He was in charge of her pleasure now.
She let him suckle for as long as she could, but he was so committed, she eventually couldn't take it anymore. "Steve?" she whimpered.
He loved that little voice. Suddenly, it was like all the power in their relationship had switched, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying watching her melt into a puddle of submission before him. "Yes, my love?" he crooned confidently, knowing what she wanted.
"Please," she whispered.
"'Please', what?" he teased.
Her eyes met his for a moment, and he saw a flash of his Laura return, his dominant, independent Laura. She stared him down, so he pinched her nipples again.
"Oh, God! Pleeease," she pleaded. "Please, touch me there."
He didn't know when he had become such a tease, but he couldn't resist. He moved down a bit and started to kiss and lick her navel. "Where, my pet? Where do you want me to touch you?"
"Unh…" she groaned, trying to shove her hips up and push his head down.
He forced her hips to stay still, and he resisted her push, his head remaining at her navel. He licked inside of it.
"Oooh…"
"Where, Laura?"
"My pussy, Steve. Touch my pussy," she begged.
Steve lifted his head from her bellybutton and gawked at her. Her what? He had wanted to hear her say something naughty, but he didn't know she even knew that word.
She looked at him, embarrassed. She expected that if she gave in, he'd happily help relieve her urges, but instead he just stared at her. Her brow furrowed in shame. Way to go, Laura. Obviously, that's not what he wanted to hear. She looked away from his shocked face.
"Laura Lee, look at me, please."
She refused to.
He climbed back on top of her, so that he could press his mouth to her ear. "Laura, don't be embarrassed," he said, reading her face. "That wasn't the word I was expecting, but I didn't mind it."
She turned to him so they were nose-to-nose, "You didn't?"
"Nooooo, not at all. You just surprised me."
She smiled a little, "What did you expect me to say?"
He smiled back, "There were about a million things I would have put on the list before that one."
"Well, what do you call it?"
"Your womanhood."
"That's so cheesy," she laughed.
"Hey! Your word choice made you sound like a porn star… not that I minded," he teased back.
She slapped his arm. "Steeeeeeve!"
He laughed his Urkel laugh. Snort! Snort!"Say it again, my pet," he purred.
"No."
He nibbled on her neck. "Say it again," he ordered.
"No," she refused again.
Suddenly, his hand cupped her mound. She tried to press up against it, but he pulled away teasingly and started to stroke her lips, enjoying that she was completely bare for him… and now, only him. "Say it again."
"Touch my pussy, Steve," she shouted in frustration.
"Say, 'Please'."
"Steeeeve," she whined.
He chuckled and snorted again. "Just teasing, Pet." He put two fingers at the edge of her wetness and pushed them inside. He moved slowly, because he could feel her walls resisting. She was right. She definitely needed him to stretch her out before he could take her for his own. He pumped his two fingers in and out, watching intently as she swallowed them over and over. He had no idea if he was doing it right, so he asked, "Do you like this, Laura?"
"Yessss, Steve."
"It's ok if you don't," he assured her.
She moaned, "Ohhhhh. Don't you dare stop."
He smiled brightly, watching her writhe for him. He couldn't take this much longer. He wanted to just pleasure her for hours, but he needed to take her. He pressed his face into her hairless pussy, not stopping his fingers, and planted soft wet kisses all over her mound.
She thrust her hips and shouted in surprise, "OH!" As she got used to the feeling, she relaxed. "Oooooo, Steeeeeeeeve. Ooh, Baby, do you know where my clit is?"
He removed his face from her to shake his head. She met his eyes for the first time in a while and smiled at him. She took his fingers out of her, though she didn't like to do it, and guided his wet hand to her most vulnerable spot. "Be careful, Steve. It's very sensitive. Be gentle at first, ok?" she asked as she released him.
He nodded, unable to speak. He finally knew where her most private button was. He was the only man who knew. It was beautiful, too. He had never spent much time looking at adult materials, but he had studied the diagrams in his biology textbooks… intently. He had wanted to be prepared. He had never imagined she could look so wonderful, though. He stroked her clit gently, using his glistening fingers. Even just that slight touch made her moan, so he was very cautious as he played with it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Feeling braver, he moved his face back down to her, and he started to lick her clit. He added his fingers back inside her, and he could see a change in her. She bucked her hips against his face, pressing his head down into her. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was getting close to an orgasm. He licked her over and over, from her entrance to her clit. Suddenly, catching her by surprise, he started to suck hard on her clit while he fingered her.
She gasped loudly, and her ragged breathing completely stopped. After a moment, she continued breathlessly humping his face, and he felt her thighs lock around his head like a vice. He was worried she might break his glasses, but he just sucked and sucked.
"OHHHHH... Don't stop, Steve. STEEEEEVE! DON'T STOP."
He continued eating her sweet pussy, lapping at her juices until she started to tremble. He moaned as he felt a slight surge of her essence flow into his waiting mouth. She tasted so good. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, swallowing as much as could and letting the rest happily smear on his face.
She shuddered gently, her eyes shut tightly, her legs gripped him relentlessly, and she went completely silent. Only moments later, she pushed his head away from her.
He looked into her eyes and at her beautiful smile. "Laura, did you…" he whispered, trailing off in embarrassment.
"I don't know," she answered honestly.
"Well, I can keep going!" Steve volunteered, moving down again.
"No, no," she said, pulling him back up to her face and kissing his soaking wet lips. She didn't really like tasting herself, but he sure seemed to enjoy the flavor, so she kissed him happily. Whether she finished or not, that was amazing, and she was grateful that he made her feel that way. "Let's make love, Steve," she suggested, looking deeply into his eyes.
"Do I need a condom or…"
"I'm on the pill."
Suddenly, all of his nerves rushed back, and he found himself unable to speak. He positioned himself over her again and lined his member up with her entrance. He let his head touch her wetness, only slightly, and they both moaned. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Steve. Please, I love you."
He pushed his tip inside of her and stared at her. "Mmmmmm… I love you, too, Laura Lee."
She was amazed at how thick he was and at how far she could open for him. She spread her legs further, hoping that would help, but she still found she was stretched to her limits. "Go slow, Steve," she said, shutting her eyes, in fear of pain.
"Laura, look at me," he said, still not having pushed further inside.
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her adoringly. "I won't hurt you, Sweetums. Just tell me what you like."
She nodded, reassured by his gaze. She smiled up at him. "I want to feel more of you," she whispered, reaching her hands up to caress his face.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replied, not breaking eye contact.
He pulled himself all the way out, and she pouted and whimpered, but then he pushed himself back in, a little further. He did this over and over, getting her permission each time. Eventually he kissed her and growled, "That's all of me, Laura. I'm all… Unhh… the way inside… inside of youuu."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed her again. "You feel so good, Steve," she purred. "You're so big and long."
"Laura…" he rumbled against her lips, "I need to move, Baby. Can I move yet?"
"Oh, yessssss… Steve, please!"
He started to pump in and out her. He began slowly, but he was in such a desperate need, it wasn't long before he was slamming into her as hard and as quickly as he could. Having been so thoroughly warmed up, she didn't mind at all.
"Ohhhh, Steeeeeeve! Yes, right there! OH! Yes!"
He was staring intently at her face as she called out to him. He listened to her moan his name, and he knew he wouldn't last long. With each thrust, he grunted her name, "Laura. Laura. Laura." He buried his face in her neck and pumped faster. She humped him back just as quickly. " . ." He pulled back to look at her face again. He needed to see her eyes. He needed her to know who was making her feel so good. "Laura… Oh, God! Laaaaauraaa… Look at me." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He rewarded her by speeding up his thrusts. "I'm not going to last long, my pet," he roared.
"That's ok, Steve. I'm ready. Come inside me."
He had meant to hold on a little longer, but as he looked at her and heard her ask for his cum, he couldn't refuse. "LAAAAAAUUURRRAAAAA," he yelled as he came deep inside. He pumped several more times as she milked his manhood. When he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and kissed her deeply. His tongue started to pump in and out of her mouth, mimicking his cock. He was completely out of energy, but he just couldn't stop taking her. He left his softening member deep inside her and finally broke their kiss. He rested his head against hers and watched as her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breaths. He stared deeply into her eyes, again. "I love you, Laura Winslow."
"I love you, too, Steve Urkel," she replied. "Now, where's my ring?" She waved her bare left hand at him. He laughed, snort and all, and buried his face in her neck. He sucked and nibbled on her neck for a few minutes before he regretfully pulled out of her and found his pants on the ground. He pulled a tiny box out of his pocket and slipped the ring onto her finger. They shared a long kiss, and he held her for a while as she napped.
She woke up to the sound of her father's car in the driveway. She shot up out of bed to get dressed, terrified that her father would catch her and Steve in bed, only to realize Steve was nowhere in sight. She slipped on her clothes, well, the items she could find, and slipped out into the hallway. She checked to make sure her bedhead wasn't too ridiculous before she approached Steve's door.
She knocked, but there was no answer. She peeked inside and didn't see anyone, so she turned to head downstairs. Then a small piece of paper caught her eye. She walked over to Steve's bed and picked it up to read it.
"Laura Lee, my love,
Thank you for sharing such a special afternoon with me today. It was the perfect way to say goodbye, and I will treasure it always. I'm going away because I want you to have the kind of life you truly deserve, so please, find happiness. I will never, ever stop loving you.
All my love,
Steven Q. Urkel"
Laura read the note four times before she finally tossed it and her ring on the ground. She sprinted to the bathroom where she sobbed violently and vomited from stress. How could he do this to her? If he loved her, how could he hurt her like this?
-The Present Day-
"God, Steve," she continued, failing to hold back her tears. "You called it 'the perfect way to say goodbye'. Not only did you spit on our friendship and our relationship in that note, but you spit on that afternoon. I wasn't saying goodbye to you, Steve. I was giving myself to you… forever. I don't know what the hell you were doing. You were just… taking advantage of me."
"No, I wasn't, Laura. Not at all," he denied adamantly.
"Steve! You fucked me and snuck out. What the hell do you call that?"
"Laura Winslow! I'm going to have to rinse your mouth out with soap if you keep talking like that, young lady!"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, that seems like the most accurate term in this case."
"I made love to you, Laura. You know that."
She shook her head, wiping a few tears. "No, you didn't. You can't make love while you're planning your escape route. That's not how it works."
"Sweetums, I didn't know I was leaving while we… When I put that ring on your finger, I meant it."
She was suspicious, but thought it might be time to entertain his explanation. She had always assumed he really was planning to leave her the whole time. "You did?"
"Of course," he promised, staring deep into her sad eyes. He hated knowing he had made them sad.
"Then when did you decide to leave?"
"After you fell asleep."
-Five Years Ago-
Steve held Laura close as she fell asleep. He couldn't believe he had actually worn her out. He was going to get to do that every night for the rest of their lives, too. This poor girl was going to be exhausted.
Her breathing steadied as her sleep deepened. Her head rested on his bare chest, and she wrapped her left leg and arm around him. It was a tight fit in her little twin bed, but they made it work. Together, Steve believed they could make anything work. He stroked her back as she slept and held her left hand. Occasionally, he ran his thumb over her finger, just to make sure her engagement ring was still there.
He stared at her for a while, but eventually, his eyes started to wander. He used to have to fight and cheat to get a couple of minutes alone with her in her room. Now, he was lying naked with her in her bed. It was the same bed she was in when he begged her to watch his orangutan. It was the same bed that he hid in to cover for her while she was at the library studying. It was the same bed that Daniel Wallace tried unsuccessfully to get her into. Ha! Now, Steve Urkel was naked, holding her nude body close. Now, he could feel his cum leaking out of her as she slept. Now, she wore his ring.
His eyes wandered the room to take in the moment. He glanced around and saw an old cheerleading trophy. He thought of her in that uniform and looked down at her. He pulled the comforter up again to see her body. He was one lucky guy. He saw their prom picture, and he smiled. He didn't know when she had put that up, but he felt pretty proud to be framed in her room. Not far from that picture, he saw a picture of her and Stefan in Paris. Ha! he thought. Beat him, too! And he had given her ample opportunity to choose Stefan. For some reason, though, he couldn't tear his eyes away from that picture.
-Present Day-
"After you fell asleep, I saw a picture of you and Stefan in Paris. I thought about how much you loved that trip. I thought about what I had told you earlier, that he could give you an 'exciting, glamorous life', and I couldn't. I realized that I was being selfish. I realized that being with someone because you can't imagine your life without them is not a good enough reason. I was just trying to help you make the right decision."
"But it was the wrong decision, Steve!" Laura cried. "He wasn't right for me!"
"I know that, now, but I didn't know that then. I literally designed him to be the perfect guy for you. How could I have possibly thought I could compare to him?"
The tears were coming faster now. "You didn't even say goodbye," she whispered.
"I couldn't, Laura," Steve whispered back. He was beginning to cry too. "I wouldn't have been able to go through with it." He moved to hug her, but she pushed past him, shaking her head. "Laura, I am so sorry," he pleaded with her. "I promise you I will never leave you again."
"No," she confirmed, "you won't. I am never going to give you the chance to do that to me again."
"Laura…"
"NO," she said more firmly. "I can deal with heartbreak, but I have kids, now. I am not bringing you into their lives, just so they can lose you, too."
"I would never do to that to them, or to you." He paused, "Laura, do you still love me?"
"Love dies pretty fast after the kind of stuff you pulled."
"You didn't answer me."
"No," she said, trying as hard to convince herself as she was him, "I am not still in love with you."
He didn't believe that lie for a second, but he had to accept it for now. He moved close to her again. "I think I have been very clear up to this point, but just because I haven't said it yet, I'll say it now. I still love you with all of my heart, Laura. I haven't thought about another woman since I left you. I will do anything to win you back. I want to marry you. I want to legally adopt your children. I want to have more kids with you. I want to grow old with you. We still have time, Laura. I will be as patient as I have to be, but I will wear you down."
She remained silent.
"Until that day," he continued, "I will do what I can to be your friend, and I think that as your friend, my job right now is to serve your lunch and change the subject." He moved to the larger table and grabbed two salads. He uncovered them and brought them to the table. He sat back in his chair and began to eat. She remained standing.
"I'm glad that we talked about this, Sweetums. We clearly have some problems to work through, but this was a good start."
He took several forkfuls of salad. "So, today, we have a meeting with all of my VP's and their assistants."
He was really just going to transition like that? She tried to stay frigid, but God, she was hungry. Plus, if he was going to talk about work stuff, she kind of had to let him. She took a seat, and their lunch date relaxed.
They talked about the rest of their day, and she even answered some questions about the kids. She felt oddly better having gotten some of her emotions out, but she thought it was strange that he could so easily pull them out of her, while also being able to help her pull herself back together after.
As they chatted about the mundane, and had the best meal Laura had ever eaten, she found herself pondering his question. Did she still love him? She liked to tell herself that she didn't. She told herself that she only still cried about that day because she was so mad at him. She told herself that it hurt her that her friend could do something like that to her. She told herself that the butterflies in her stomach every time that she saw him were because she had been uncomfortable around him since that day. She told herself that that warm feeling she got every time he touched her was just because it had been so long since she'd had been touched at all. She told herself there was no such thing as soul mates or meant-to-be's… but what did she know? She was sharing lunch with a billionaire that she once forced to eat Play-Dough. Her life had been completely out of her control since the day she had developed feelings for Steve Urkel.