Okay, so I've completely figured out when the real stuff comes in. But for now, pointless lemons. Don't worry- it'll all come together.
They continued like this for two weeks, switching houses and rooms every so often. Miley couldn't even remember her itch- it had been so long since it irritated her.
"My house?" Oliver asked one particularly warm summer afternoon, as he and Miley talked on the phone.
"Let's see, Jackson managed a date tonight, and dad's trying to get me a few more concerts before school. . . Sure. I'll be over at four." She answered.
"So early?"
"Yes." Miley smiled, though Oliver couldn't see her grin.
She didn't want to take any chances with her itch. She knew all too well that it could return unexpectedly, annoyingly, and soon. And surprisingly, Oliver just happened to be the one able to scratch it- whether literally or figuratively.
Without even knocking, Miley walked into Oliver's house, only to find him lying on the couch with a fan blowing in his face.
"Hot?" She asked, strolling into the room.
"Very," He replied, turning it off.
"Well. . ."
"Hold on, we're going to need more fans." Oliver said, going to the hall closet and rummaging through it for a few moments.
"This sounds interesting," Miley murmured to herself as he came back with two more fans.
Oliver set the now three fans around the living room, all of them pointing towards the couch.
"Here we go." He said, walking over to Miley.
"And here we go. . ." She said, leaning in to kiss him.
With their tongues battling, the two went into their usual routine. Oliver went straight to her shirt and bra, ripping them off as if there was a time limit, as Miley unbuttoned his polo shirt, feeling the heat of the day on his chest.
She moaned as she felt the coolness of his saliva on her breasts, and she reached down to turn one of the fans on. The air that was blowing up ruffled up their hair, and Miley felt compelled to at least run her hand once through his already floppy hair.
Oliver finished licking her breasts, and went back up to kiss her- as he usually did. Miley cut the kissing short, however, and proceeded straight for his shorts. She unzipped them, and pulled them down slowly, letting the breeze from the fan blow over his middle. She grasped his penis in her hand, hearing a pleasurable groan coming from Oliver. Miley quite enjoyed moving it around and squeezing as it became harder and harder. Grunting, Oliver finally came into Miley's hands, where she licked the salty liquid- with what seemed like greed.
"Hungry?" He asked, chuckling.
"Hmm, with a bit of added horny." She replied, standing back up.
"Well, I'm sure I can find something for you to eat."
"Oh, really?"
"Grab a fan and fallow me- we'll be more comfortable upstairs."
Miley rose in eyebrow skeptically, but fallowed him up the staircase anyways. She turned the fan back on when he opened the door, setting it down right at the end of the bed.
"Here's your seat, ma'am." Oliver said, mimicking a waiter as he gestured for her to sit on the bed.
He kissed her once before trailing down to her color bone, sending shivers down her spine.
"Could I interest you in today's special?" He asked, lightly kissing her stomach.
"What can I say? I always love the special." Miley said, grinning.
Oliver probed a finger around her vaginal region, causing her to spread her legs apart. He then advanced to her opening, sticking in two fingers, and pumping in and out with them. Miley moaned, rubbing her own breasts out of pleasure. Removing his fingers after a few moments, Oliver lowered his head to her vagina, pulling her closer to him.
She could feel his breath tickling her clitoris as he closed in on her, swirling the little nub around. He delved his tongue in and out of her opening, all while licking the entirety of her vagina.
Miley moaned, wrapping her legs around his neck to pull him nearer to her. It was only a matter of moments before she came, Oliver lapping it all up.
"We're going to need more fans." She breathed, attempting to reach over and turn another one on.
"Hm, how kinky do you wanna get today?" Oliver asked, sitting down next to her.
"That depends, what did you have in mind?"
"Well, we haven't tried anal yet,"
"Eh, that's only fun when you're in a threesome."
"And you know this how?" He questioned skeptically.
"That's a story for another time." She said, kissing him.
"Ooh, I'm excited to hear it." Oliver said, straddling her.
"Don't be too excited."
"Ahem, shall we continue, then?"
Miley thought for a moment, though not really thinking for she already knew what she wanted. "Get down on the ground."
Slowly, and looking confused, Oliver rolled off the bed and onto the ground. "What are you going to do?"
"Just do as I say, trust me, you'll enjoy it." Miley grinned.
Sighing, Oliver sat on the ground, looking slightly uncomfortable with his erection out in the open.
"Okay, now I want you to get in a push-up position- against the bed."
"Oh, you want to see my muscles?" Oliver did a few push-ups, trying to act macho.
"Impressive, but I think you'll enjoy it better without moving." Miley said, getting off of the bed too.
"Well, I suppose sex is a work out in itself,"
"Mmm," Miley lowered herself underneath Oliver, her nose touching the tip of his penis.
She stuck her tongue out- like when she was younger and mocked Jackson- licking his penis from top to bottom. Upon hearing a groan, she put its entirety in her mouth, sucking it like a vacuum.
"This feels good, but my arms are starting to hurt." Oliver breathed.
Miley got up, as Oliver collapsed on the bed.
"The just lay down, and relax." She said seductively.
He did as he was told, erection still out in the open.
Crawling onto the bed, Miley kissed Oliver before kneeling on top of him. She slid over him, legs on either side of his body.
"You know, they had a nickname for me back at school."
"Did they?"
"The boys liked to call me 'Humping Hannah'." She said, bouncing on top of him.
Oliver groaned, reaching up to grasp Miley's breasts. She slowed down, right as he gave his final groan- the one that let her know he was about to cum. Smiling, she got off of him, and instead lay down next to him.
"I have a feeling I know how you got your name."
"Yup."
He flashed her a look before flipping her over, so he now straddled her. "Sorry, but I don't have a nickname."
Miley made a noise that sounded like both a giggle and a moan as Oliver plunged into her. He moved in and out quickly, nipping at her breasts as he did so, which caused her to moan even more profusely.
"You're not really the nickname type," She panted after both had finally came.
So, I've got the entire story planned out, including a prequel.