Marty and Lorraine went upstairs. Why had he agreed to this? Lorraine shut the door behind him. Oh no. What was she planning now? He tried not to think too much and took his place on the spare bed next to hers.
"Marty," Lorraine started, "can I push our beds together?" she asked him. Marty grew nervous. He knew what that meant.
"uh, Lorraine, I don't think that's such a good idea, with your parents so close downstairs..." Marty reasoned. Lorraine pouted at him. He bit his lip. She was not making this easy for him. Those big puppy dog eyes...
"It's fine, I promise! They won't find out..." Lorraine lied to herself. If they didn't wake up in time, they would definitely find out. Marty sighed.
"Well, are you going to move them back before we go to sleep?" Marty asked. He shouldn't have said that... now she's going to push them together.
"I could." Lorraine replied. "can you give me a hand, here?" she asked. Marty sighed and got up, standing next to her. The two pushed the bed to the other one as quietly as they could. Shortly after, they both sat down on the beds, Marty flopping down onto his back. Lorraine was less interested in sleep.
"So," she started, "where are you from?" she asked. Marty's mind raced. He couldn't say Hill valley, or else she ask why she hadn't seen him around before. He said the next thing that came to mind.
"Hollywood!" he blurted out. Lorraine's face brightened.
"Wow! Really? What's it like there?" she asked excitedly. Marty swallowed. He didn't really know what to say.
"Well," he started, "there's lots of palm trees... and... uhh... movie stars..." Marty said, trailing off. Lorraine giggled. Marty just stared at her.
"have you ever met any movie stars?" she asked. She could pass for one, he thought. He shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that.
"No, of course not..." he answered. Suddenly something came to Lorraine, and she eyed Marty curiously.
"You said you owned two TVs." she said. She wasn't sure if she believed his ludicrous statement. I mean, who owns two TVs?
"Yeah, why?" Marty asked, confused. Why would she bring that up?
"Are you rich?" she asked. Marty felt a bit astonished. Did he really seem like he was rich? It felt like a compliment.
"Why would you think that?" he asked, laughing a bit. How ridiculous.
"Well... you live in Hollywood too. Isn't it expensive to live there?" Marty shrugged.
"Maybe." Lorraine looked unsatisfied with his answer. Marty stared at her. "What?" he asked. She smiled at him.
"Oh, nothing..." she looked away innocently, twirling a lock of her curly hair on her finger. Marty watched her intently. She batted her eyelashes at him. "I was just wondering..." she leaned in a bit, and Marty reeled back.
"Uhh..." he didn't know what to do.
"If you've ever... kissed a girl?" and before he could reply, Lorraine had locked lips with him. Marty's eyes widened and he fell back as she pushed onto him. He wasn't sure what to do, but somehow, the thought of kissing back made him think she'd stop. Give her what she wants, right?
Marty kissed back rather weakly, but the fact he had kissed back at all was much to Lorraine's delight. She pulled away for a second, staring back down at him. "So... you have?" she giggled.
"Um... yeah." Marty said quietly. Lorraine was still on top of him. Marty looked away.
"Don't be shy." Lorraine teased. She laid down next to him and rubbed her face against his chest. Marty wasn't sure what to do. She was awfully cute the way she did that. He shook his head. He REALLY had to stop thinking like that. No matter how hot she was... before Marty could say anything else, Lorraine chimed again, sitting up and looking at him attentively. "I have an idea," she said, looking at him expectantly. Marty sat up.
What was she planning this time? "What?" Marty asked, curious to know what she was thinking. Lorraine went quiet again, like she had lost her courage. Marty just stared at her. What was he supposed to say?
"Um... I was wondering if we could..." Lorraine started, and Marty's face immediately flushed. She wasn't really asking for what he thought she was, was she? No, that couldn't be. Whatever it was, Marty immediately blurted out his answer.
"NO!" he said hastily, taking Lorraine by surprise. "Um... ahem, I mean... uh... no." Marty chuckled nervously, smiling at her. Lorraine just stared at him in surprise. She giggled a little bit. Marty looked a bit confused. "What's so funny?" he asked.
"I didn't know you were such a pervert." Lorraine said simply. Marty felt his face flush again. Pervert? What? She was the pervert, asking him to-
"Pervert? What?" Marty asked in disbelief. Lorraine smiled at him.
"I don't know what you were thinking, but I was going to ask if we could... practice kissing." Lorraine still hesitated. She still felt a bit shy about asking. Marty just stared at her. He had made a fool of himself.
"Oh... um..." Marty didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say? He had just yelled at her, basically... and her request was so much more innocent than he had thought. He cleared his throat again. "W-well... you see, I kinda... have a girl back home." Marty replied. He saw her expression fall, and he felt his own heartstrings getting tugged at.
"Oh..." Lorraine replied, looking down. She had felt her own heart break. "But... that's why it's practice." she reasoned. Marty didn't want to see her upset, and rejecting her would make things awkward.
"Well... I guess." Marty decided. Lorraine grinned at him. Even though he had agreed to it, he was still surprised when Lorraine hastily smashed her lips to his. He had instinctively reeled back and was up against the bed's back.
Lorraine licked Marty's lips, and he was hesitant for a moment, but he then parted his mouth open a bit and allowed her to explore. Before long, he had shyly joined in the exploration, however as time passed, he became more bold and instinctively took the lead. It felt good to be kissed again.
Lorraine felt her heart flutter as Marty kissed back. She was taken by surprise at how good he was at it. She pulled back, needing to take a breath. Marty looked mesmerized. Lorraine just stared back at him happily.
"Wow... you're really good." she said softly. Marty didn't know what to say. Was he? He supposed he just had a natural talent.
"Uh... you think so?" Marty asked, scratching the back of his head and looking to the side. Was there a point in being bashful now? Lorraine nodded at him.
"Yeah... that... um, felt really nice." she said shyly, looking away as well. Still on top of him, her knee was placed between his legs, however Marty tried to ignore it.
"Uh... t-thanks, I guess." he thanked her, looking down. Lorraine didn't seem to be getting the message. She smiled back at him and leaned in again. Marty mentally shrugged. Why not? What else could he do now, anyways? They resumed tongue kissing rather hungrily. Marty attempted to control himself, but he had gotten caught up in the moment. "Mm!" he groaned into her mouth. At first, Lorraine thought he was moaning in pleasure to her, but shortly after she realized she felt something rubbing against her knee. She pulled away and looked at Marty curiously. He didn't say anything, and just stared back at her. Lorraine moved her knee again, feeling the thing rub against her again. "Ahh!" Marty gasped. Suddenly, Lorraine realized what she was rubbing. She instantly reeled back.
"Oh! Oh, gosh! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to-" Lorraine began apologizing profusely. It did make her happy that he had gotten excited by kissing her.
Marty crossed his legs, feeling a little bit on edge now. "Uhh... no, no, it's fine, you're fine. It's not your fault." Marty insisted. He didn't know what to do now. He couldn't go to sleep like this. Not that they were doing much sleeping in the first place, but...
"W-well... if you need to go to the bathroom, it's just down the hall." Lorraine said, motioning towards the door. Marty just stared at the door. She wasn't making things easy for him.
"Um... right. Uh, I guess, I could... you know. Uh, I'll be right back." Marty bit his lip. He needed to stop talking before he embarrassed himself even more than he already had. Lorraine watched as he walked out the door and quietly tip toed to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he came back, avoiding eye contact with her. He laid down in the bed and faced away from her.
"Um... I'm kinda tired, so..." Marty started. He didn't dare look at her. His face was flushed.
"Alright." Lorraine snuggled up close to him, making him shiver.
"Um... Aren't you going to go to sleep?" Marty asked. Lorraine looked up at him.
"Oh, right!" she got up. Marty sighed in relief a she let go of him. She turned off the lamp and then got back on the bed. Marty flinched when he felt her snuggle up to him again. "Good night." she said softly.
"...Goodnight." he replied. What was he going to do? He stared down at her in the darkness. She smelled so sweet... He shook his head again. He needed to focus.
