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Chronicles of Chlark: Part 2

Chapter 1

Chloe Sullivan stared absently at the supposed book report she was working on with Clark, as she remembered their first time. It had only happened forty five minutes ago, but Chloe couldn't get the images out of her mind. And she thought she never would, which necessarily a bad thing.

After they'd had sex, everything had been going uphill. Clark had asked her to be his girlfriend, to which she'd happily said yes to, and gave her his ruby replaced class ring. She'd kissed him, then her dad came in. Yup, Gabe Sullivan walked in the house, forcing the two teens to use Clark's super speed to pretend they were working on a book report.

"He's gone." Clark said out of the corner of his mouth, snapping Chloe out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

He turned to face her, "Your dad's gone. He's in the living room."

"Oh, well good, because I need a shower, I'm all sticky and sweaty. I never thought Clark Kent could release such a load." she said tossing the book report on her desk and standing up.

Clark turned seven different shades of red at her comment, "Sorry." he said sheepishly.

"Don't be, I loved every minute of it." Chloe said suggestively as sat on top of Clark, her legs on either side of his thighs, both of them pressed together intimately. Clark's hands immediately settled on her waist.

"Uh, Chloe, your dad's in the other room, we can't." he protested nervously.

She pressed her face into his shoulder and lightly nibbled on his ear, producing a low moan from Clark. "Can't we?" she questioned huskily.

Clark felt his jeans tighten at her tone. He couldn't resist her, no matter how hard he tried. Honestly, he didn't want to stop this, but her dad was in the next room and they weren't the quietest couple around. He'd surely catch them, and so with great effort, he removed his hands from her waist and gently pulled her away from him by her shoulders.

His heart broke when he saw the look of hurt flash across her features, "You don't want to?" she said, her tone changed from husky to sad.

"I do, I really do, but you said you wanted a shower, plus your dad is in the other room and he'll catch us."

"Okay, you're right and I really do want a shower, and we still have our movie date to fall back on." she said getting up from off of Clark, much to his disappointment and paused. "Are your parents at the farm?"

"Um, no they went to my dad's high school reunion. They should be back at around eleven, why?"

"Well you need a shower too, so I was hoping we could take one together, and we can't take one here cuz of my dad, so the farm is the only option. So, let's go." she said, walking towards the door, only to look back and find a beet red Clark still rooted in his place.

"Clark, what are you waiting for? Let's go."

"I can't." he said, his face flushed in embarrassment.

"Why can't you?"

"You got me…excited."

"Oh, well, uh, can't you make it go away or something?" Chloe asked awkwardly.

"No, it doesn't work like that, Chlo."

"Hide behind me."

Clark doubtfully stood up and started to walk towards Chloe, "I don't get why you were complaining, Clark. It's not even that bad, hardly noticeable. You're not even fully hard."

"Chloe!" he said, obviously still embarrassed as he hid behind his girlfriend, who was opening her bedroom door.

"I was just saying."

Within moments they were walking past Gabe Sullivan, "Hey, Chloe, Clark, what are you two kids up to?" he asked happily.

"We're just going to Clark's farm to watch movies." Chloe replied casually.

"Oh, I didn't see your truck out there, Clark. How are you two getting there?"

Still behind Chloe, Clark said, "We were planning on walking, getting some exercise."

"Okay, well, you two have fun. Be back at eleven thirty, Chloe."

"I will, thanks, dad, bye." she said walking out the door. Clark led Chloe to an alley by her house, scooped her up in his arms, and blurred them to the farm. He gently set Chloe down in the kitchen.

"Ready to shower?" she asked.

"Can't, the shower's old so it takes a little while for the water to get hot. I'll go run it."

"Can I help?"

"Of course."

Clark watched avidly as Chloe stripped in front of him. He'd just turned the shower on, so it'd be a few minutes before it heated up, but Chloe insisted to taking off her clothes because she wanted to get right in when the jets heated. And he was glad she did. He noticed she was moving slow, a little too slow.

His throat was dry, his mind and eyes on nothing but Chloe. He realized she was going slow on purpose, just to torture him. Watching her, he just wanted to push her up against the wall and have his way with her. No one would ever take him for the dirty, kinky, type, but Clark couldn't stop his thoughts, nor could he stop his erection from fully hardening in his jeans. He knew Chloe noticed because she gave him a sexy smile as she slid off her panties.

Fully naked, Chloe saw light fog on the bathroom mirror. She stepped in, water descending over her beautiful form.

"Aren't you coming, Clark?"

Clark was still watching her. He'd never noticed she moved wit panther-like grace. Or the way her breasts bounced when she moved. He was mesmerized by this woman. His senses weren't working, he couldn't hear anything, all he could see was Chloe. And better yet, a naked, wet Chloe.

Clark saw her lips move, but noticed that no sound was coming out, "Must be me." he thought.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Chloe, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?"

"I said, aren't you coming in, Clark."

"Hell, yeah!" he thought as he stumbled out of his clothes, almost tripping as he tried to pull down his pants and boxers in one take.

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