A/N: Let's see... So, this one was written concurrently with All (F)or Nothing, so it's safe to say that(being a lemon) there'll be some similarities between them... Also, this almost killed me, blah blah blah, M rated, enjoy.
Vicki jolted awake as she heard an explosion... But quickly relaxed as she looked at the TV and saw that it was on. The explosion had been from... some movie that was on. Looking around and blinking her eyes to get used to being awake, she realized that it was dark in the living room, save for the flashes of the action scene on the TV. The red-head yawned and stretched her arms out in front of her, followed by her legs. A glance over at the living room's picture window revealed that it was nighttime, the moon, little more than a crescent, hung high in the sky. "How..." Another yawn, this one louder than the first. "How long was I out?"
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Vicki once again looked around the living room. The Turner's living room. "Right... Mrs. Turner called and... asked me to stay over and keep an eye on Timmy... Wait. Where is...?"
It was at this point that Vicki noticed the sound of low, steady breathing, along with a weight on her lap. Tilting her head down, she found the sleeping form of her charge, his head resting on her thighs, a seemingly content smile on his face, though that was most likely from a lack of realization as to where his head had fallen. "Hm... Right..." Vicki began in a low voice. "We were watching TV after everyone went home... Guess we fell asleep." Vicki shrugged. "Though I don't know how you managed to tip over onto my lap without waking me..."
The living room was cleaned up, for the most part. The red-head's various gifts sat on the endtable next to the couch, and here and there could be found a scrap of tissue paper that the gifts had been wrapped in... And upon her neck...
Vicki smirked as she brought her right hand up to her gift from the brunet. One he had insisted on waiting until after everyone left to give to her. She found herself wondering if it held as much significance as she had given it credit for, or if the Twerp simply had uncanny good sense... "Who am I kidding? The Twerp has his moments, but I doubt he planned on getting this for me. We only just agreed to try 'us' out..."
Again, the now-twenty year-old stretched, then grabbed her phone and checked the time, indicated as eleven PM. Returning her phone to the endtable with her gifts, Vicki looked down at Timmy, considering her two options. On the one hand, she could stand up from the couch, sending the brunet careening off her lap and probably onto the floor... Or into the coffee table, neither of which would be particularly enjoyable for him, though she'd probably get a laugh out of it. The other... Well, it would certainly be a lot nicer than the first plan, but definitely not as funny... She sighed. "I guess you deserve a break, since it's still my birthday for another hour..."
With this, Vicki lightly rubbed Timmy's shoulder, making sure to shake him just a little. After a few seconds, the teen groaned and cracked his eyes open to look around, then seemed to notice her hand on his shoulder, making him turn over onto his back and look up at the red-head. "V-Vicki? What-" He yawned, covering his mouth as he did. "What time is it? And... what are you doing in my bed...?"
"You're still on the couch, Twerp. And you're using me as a pillow." she smirked down at him and raised an eyebrow as the brunet's brain worked to decipher what she had just said.
"...Oh." Timmy's eyes widened. "Oh." The teen sat bolt upright, swung his legs off the couch and slid over to the opposite side, making sure to both put as much distance between himself and the red-head as possible, and getting as close to the stairs without arousing suspicion as possible, just in case he needed to make a break for them to avoid being murdered. "Not like my bedroom door would stop her from getting to me if she really wanted to..." He'd had a feeling when he saw her sleeping peacefully a few hours earlier that he should just go up to bed, go to sleep and forget about this very bad idea that entered his mind, but... He was really tired, and he really liked being close to Vicki, so, at the time, he didn't think much of resting his head in her lap... Though he hadn't meant to fall asleep either. "I-uh... Sorry about... that." Timmy kept his gaze fixed on the stairs, rather than Vicki, fearing her icy glare alone would be enough to tear him from existence.
Grinning at his nervousness, Vicki slid across the couch cushions; as she had earlier, until landing on the same cushion as her target, and put her arm around his shoulders. "Whaddya say we... Pick up where we left off, hm?" her tone was low, but sultry. Dangerous, yet inviting.
And the teen could feel her warm breath on his ear and neck, giving him a light dusting of goosebumps across both of his arms, likely across the rest of his body too. "What... did you have in mind?"
An image flashed in Vicki's mind of the two of them tearing each others clothes off, Timmy laying back on the couch as she ravished him, made him breathily call her name in the darkness of the living room as she moaned his. "I'm a pervert." "Er... Y'know... Stuff?" the red-head spoke in a sheepish, unsure tone, an unknown presence in her mind telling her that rocking her Twerp's world... Might not be the best idea. Nevermind the fact that he had zero experience when it came to sex, and she had... Only slightly more, at best; the fact of the matter was: She was a twenty-ish year-old girl- woman, and he was a fourteen year-old kid.
This nagging part of her mind, completely new to the fiery-haired woman, was what most people are familiar with as being their conscience. Hers(being that she was the demoness known as Vicki Valentine), was only recently able to come to the surface. It was in its infancy, but it still knew the consequences she faced if she went ahead with this admittedly not very well-thought-out plan. "Or... Maybe I'll just have to go about this very carefully..." An idea sprang to the forefront of Vicki's consciousness, one that could benefit her Twerp quite a bit, if he was going to be her boyfriend, and herself... A whole Hell of a lot more.
"Vicki? Everything okay?" his nervousness quelled for the moment, Timmy shifted his body a bit towards the red-head's, seeing that she was apparently deep in thought.
Snapping out of her weak trance, Vicki refocused her pink gaze on Timmy's blue orbs. "Remember how I gave you the Talk at the mall?" Her eyes were questioning, hoping that he wasn't as forgetful as his grades in math suggested.
"Yeah. About how my mom and dad had sex, and nine months later, I was born. No birds involved." he stated plainly, still being slightly too naïve to be bothered by mentioning mom, dad, and sex in the same sentence.
"Good! You remembered!" she leaned forward with a smile, nuzzling the tip of her nose against Timmy's, an action that; while eliciting a blush from the younger party, was also returned in kind. "Well..." she started in a sly tone. "How would you like... to get a bit of schooling in part two?"
"There's... a part two?" Timmy asked in wonderment, his blush quickly darkening to a rosier tint as he realized how childish he sounded.
"Yup! There is..." she replied in that low voice again, her right hand slowly moving up Timmy's thigh. "And let me tell ya, part two? It's the best part..." "You're going to Hell for this, you know that, right?" Vicki felt the little voice berate her again. "Shut up." she forcefully shot back at the nagging voice.
"Ow..." Timmy squirmed as the armrest began to dig into his back. "Vicki... you're kind of... On top of me, and the arm of the couch is digging into my back...?"
"Oh!" she leaned back, giving the brunet some room so he could lean forward and rub at his now sore spine. "Are you alright?"
"I... I think so..." shrugging his arms out of the sleeves of his shirt, Timmy lifted the article of clothing up over his head and off, draping it across the offending couch arm as he turned to face it, exposing his back to Vicki. "Does it look okay?"
"No. No way is he this naïve. He's teasing me, right?!" Vicki asked in her head. "Don't do it..." her conscience warned her, only to be promptly ignored. "Lemme see..." showing no hesitation whatsoever, she ran her hands up Timmy's back, brushing against each little protrusion of his backbone that stuck out from him leaning forward. She occasionally brushed what she assumed to be a ticklish spot, as the younger teen flinched and shuddered at her touch. "Ticklish?"
"M-maybe a little... Do you see anything? No blood or... My bones aren't sticking out, are they?"
There was a certain urgency to the brunet's tone that she didn't like. One that the red-head felt the need to dispel as quickly as possible. "No you're fine... just... Fine." She leaned forward, seeing that Timmy was reaching for his shirt. "Yeah, you don't need that." Reaching her arm past him, she swatted the shirt off the couch and onto the floor.
"Um... Okay..." he held his hand in the air for a few seconds, then returned it to his lap. "I guess it's kinda warm in here anyway..."
"Right? Why do you think I took my shoes and socks off? Too warm in here..." Vicki wiggled her toes, despite them being out of sight from the teen in front of her, and began rubbing at his shoulders.
"My room's nice and cool..." Timmy almost immediately blushed as the words left his mouth. "Great, now I sound like I don't want to be down here with her..."
"Would you rather be up in your room?" she frowned now. What if he would rather be in his room, instead of down here, with her? She began to pull her hands away from him-
"You could... Come up?" the brunet paused, then looked over his shoulder at her. "If... you want? I could... Um... Sleep on the floor, and you could take the bed..."
"Hm." she made a small noise of approval, the teen was playing right into her hands... "What a gentleman! Lead the way." releasing her light grip on Timmy's shoulders, Vicki stood up from the couch as he did, and watched him stoop to pick up his shirt. "You're corrupting an innocent teenager!" Again, her conscience tried to talk some sense into her. "Innocence is subjective, whoever-you-are. Besides, it's my birthday, I'm entitled to some fun...!" The red-head giggled quietly as she followed Timmy up the familiar set of stairs, down the equally familiar hallway, and into the slightly less-familiar bedroom. "Ah... So much better..." she inhaled deeply as her eyes fell on the air conditioning unit in the window. "Guess you and I have a like of the cold in common."
"Yeah, I- Oh! I forgot your blanket!" Timmy tossed his shirt onto the bed, then looked back at her. "It can get pretty cold in here, let me go grab it!" upon finishing, the teen dashed out of his room, leaving Vicki alone, the only sounds being those from the air conditioner, and an odd snoring sound coming from the room's fishbowl.
"So not only are the fish long-lived, they also snore... Weird." Walking around the room, Vicki noticed that it really wasn't all that different from the last time she had been in it. Timmy had the same computer desk and chair, same dresser, same twin size bed... She sat down on the edge of it as she heard loud, running footsteps back up the stairs, followed by Timmy coming back into his room and shutting the door behind him.
"Hey, I got it." the teen tossed the blanket to his babysitter, then strode over to his dresser and pulled out a couple of sheets before laying them down on the carpet on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"Hm?" turning his attention from the sheets on his floor to the red-head sitting on his bed, Timmy shot her a questioning look that matched her own. "Making my bed? I can't letyou sleep on the floor, so...?"
The red-head smirked at this, seeing yet another opportunity that she could take advantage of. "Y'know... there is a bed right here..." she patted the spot next to her on the bed. "And there is enough room for us both to share... As long as you don't mind... Besides, we can't go to sleep yet! I still have a lot to teach you about 'part two', remember?"
"I-If you want to... I guess we could try that..." Just as Tootie had earlier, Timmy felt himself blush for what had to have been the hundredth time that day, and for once, he actually knew why. Sure, he'd shared a bed with his friends on occasion when they had sleepovers, even once with Tootie, wherein he was delighted to wake up not tied to the bed, but this... Somehow seemed more intimate, the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Vicki, his girlfriend(?), made the teen flush red as he felt an odd, mildly unpleasant warmth sweep over him...
A few minutes later, and Timmy Turner found himself lying completely flat on his back under his rather large comforter, the girl next to him having draped her left arm over his chest, and her left leg across both of his. His own left arm trapped was now between her breasts, keeping it from going anywhere, even if the brunet wasn't already too scared to move.
At the foot of his bed laid the blanket that the teen had fetched for her, now forgotten in favor of the much larger(and warmer) comforter. And Vicki(he assumed because she knew it would make him nervous), had opted to take off her jeans and shirt, leaving her in a black bra and matching panties. To say Timmy was uncomfortable would be an understatement... Not that he minded the coolness of her bare legs against his own, since he too had stripped down to just his boxers...
"Isn't this nice...?" Vicki whispered into her bedmate's ear huskily. Despite her earlier plans of essentially taking advantage of a minor, the woman had to admit(much to her chagrin) that she did enjoy just sharing Timmy's bed with him and cuddling close to him like this. Her other boyfriends hadn't been so keen on just cuddling, which was probably why they didn't work, now that she thought about it. If anyone was going to set the pace of the relationship, it was going to be her, that's who she was, and no one was gonna change her mind on that.
"Kind of..." Timmy shifted in her grasp a little, trying to get comfortable enough to ignore the warmth radiating off his body. It was starting to make him sweat, which was odd, since the air conditioner was still set to full blast. Usually he'd be somewhat cold, even with his comforter, but something was making his body give off more heat than usual, making his heart beat faster, and... causing an odd sensation down near his lower abdomen... "Does it seem hot in here to you?" the teen fanned his face with his free hand, allowing just a tiny amount of cold air to wash over him, cooling the dampness of his skin that had been brought about from sweating.
"Nope. I'm fine... I think you're just nervous from the situation..." Vicki ran her cool fingers down Timmy's chest, stopping just before reaching the waistband of his boxers and sliding them back up his chest teasingly. "Didn't I tell you to relax? You're lying here, stiff as a board!" "And you're just trying to make him stiffer!" "Didn't I tell you to shut up? For someone who's basically me, you sure are boring..." Vicki argued with her conscience again, growing tired of its questioning her judgment. Timmy and her were in bed, more than half naked, she was not about to chicken out now!
"Maybe... Talking about something will help me relax?" the brunet offered hesitantly. There was only one thing to talk about on his mind, and it was the talk.
"Talking..." Vicki considered what he said for a second. "Talking can come... later. For now..." she pulled herself over, laying down on top of Timmy like she had during their escapade in the vents, arms threaded under his, and her legs parted to accommodate his own, only now, he was actually facing her. "Kiss me."
The brunet audibly gulped upon hearing his babysitter's suggestion."H-how will that help me relax?" Sure, he enjoyed the little peck his babysitter had given him on his cheek, but...
"Worth a shot, isn't it?" she grinned at him, a light dusting of pink now visible on her cheeks.
"Okay..." Timmy found himself torn. Between wanting to trust Vicki's judgment, and the knowledge that kissing a girl would most certainly not help him relax. "Um..." he tried to lean up and pursed his lips slightly, only to realize this wasn't a particularly easy feat with the girl lying on top of him. "I can't really... Unless you get off...?"
"Try." her grin remained, she was determined to make him work a little, even if her Twerp didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was working toward.
Realizing she wasn't about to get off of him, Timmy thought about the best way to follow her command. The only options he saw before him were shoving the red-head off, or using her as leverage to pull himself up. Going for the second choice, considering that the first would probably earn him bodily harm, the brunet delicately looped his arms around Vicki and pulled himself up.
"Not bad-" the twenty year-old's thought process was almost instantly cut off as she felt Timmy's lips. Against her cheek. He lingered for little more than half a second, before dropping back onto the bed.
"I... don't feel all that relaxed, Vicki..." he looked up at her quizzically. All kissing her cheek had done was make his blush burn a little warmer.
"That wasn't my mouth."
"Yo-your mouth?" he asked shakily. "You... didn't say to kiss your mouth..." Now he felt as if he'd been tossed out into the jungle without any survival training at all. The only time he'd been kissed on the mouth had been... When Tootie forced such a kiss on him, and he wasn't exactly keen on reliving an experience like that... He knew that his parents(and people in general) occasionally gave each other quick little pecks on the lips, but... Was that what she meant?
"Right... forgot for a second that he's got no experience here..." "So what? You plan on being his teacher?" Vicki smirked at this idea. She would have to be his teacher, wouldn't she? "It's what I meant. You want me to... show you?"
"Um-"
"Good enough!" sinking her head down to meet Timmy's, Vicki quickly brought her lips into a light collision with his for just a second, then pulled away. "So...?"
"That's... it?" the brunet removed his left hand from its position on Vicki's back and brought it up to gently touch his lips. They felt... a little tingly.
"Don't sound so disappointed!" the red-head giggled.
"I! I didn't mean to! Just... It felt kind of... nice..." he again remembered a similar kiss he'd received from Tootie. At the time, her approach had been so forceful that his lips were sore afterward, likely because she had literally crashed her lips into his.
"Confirming I'm a good kisser, something I already knew, but love to hear all the same. This time..." Vicki sank down again, brushing her forehead against Timmy's and stopping just before her lips touched his. "How 'bout you try kissing back?"
"Kiss you back?"
Vicki pulled back a few inches to look at him. "Yeah, move in like you did before, when you kissed my cheek... Just try to stay on target. I kiss you, you kiss me, got it?"
"Um... Okay..." the brunet had absolutely no idea where his babysitter was going with this, but none of it seemed particularly evil, so that was a start, right? He leaned up again, this time being met by Vicki halfway as both parties' lips met in a(relatively) innocent kiss. He settled back down on the bed as she pulled away, again feeling a slight tingling sensation on his lips, though this kiss had been accompanied by a slight spark, similar to the one at the mall, yet not quite the same.
"You catch on fast..." she smiled down at him lustfully, exposing her teeth. They were both taking this painfully slowly, but she was enjoying it all the same, and from the look on the Twerp's face, he was too. "Now... I know I said there'd be talking, and there will be, but I think this next part'll go easier if you just follow my lead, 'kay?"
Timmy nodded.
"Okay then." again, she leaned down, and again, their lips met. This time though, the red-head brushed her tongue against Timmy's lower lip, making him just barely flinch, but not break the kiss. It did not, however, have the intended effect either, making the girl pull away.
"Did I-" Timmy began.
"When I do that with my tongue, that's your cue to open your mouth, got it?" there was a hint of anger in her voice, not because she was mad, but to indicate that she was the dominant party here.
Another nod, this one significantly more hesitant. "You... want me to open my mouth, got it."
"...Good." Now, she felt herself hesitate. She hadn't meant to come off as angry or mean, and that little outburst could've been avoided if she'd simply told him her intentions. "Aw... Someone getting cold feet in the face of JAILBAIT?!" "Another outburst like that, and I'm ramming my head into a wall to Shut. You. Up." Forcing her conscience down to the best of her ability, Vicki once more dipped down into a kiss with Timmy, again brushing her tongue against his lips, and darting it into his mouth as they parted.
The brunet shuddered at the feeling of the foreign body in his mouth, it felt like his and not like his at the same time, and the fact that it kept brushing against his own, occasionally coiling around it like a snake... Was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "Mmph..."
Taking the low moan as her cue to stop, Vicki pulled away and looked at the brunet, now trying to catch his breath. "Okay... So, two things. One, you already know to close your eyes when you kiss, and two... Whaddya think?"
"I think... you taste like pink lemonade." Timmy returned both of his hands to her back, and quickly realized she was right, he did feel a little more relaxed, enough so that he wasn't sweating as much, and didn't feel too nervous to touch her now.
"I meant, what did you think of the kiss? Like it? Not like it? ...I'd ask if you hated it, but that clearly isn't the case, so?"
"Well... It was nice..." he met Vicki's gaze, and felt like she was trying to coax the truth out of him with nary more than a smile. "It was really nice..."
"Good answer." she moved in closer, allowing his hands to roam more freely across her back, several times stopping as they touched the fabric and straps of her bra, before moving on, pretending they weren't interested in the obviously very interesting piece of clothing. "Want me to get rid of that?"
Timmy blushed as he understood he'd been caught, though not for the same reason that one would think. The teen merely wanted to even the playing field. If he was only wearing his underwear, why not have her be in the same situation? At the same time, he did know what the reason for the article of clothing was, just as he knew what it hid. That particular area of the female body had roused his curiosity long before he was a teenager, age had only increased his interest in it. "If... you're alright with it..."
SNAP
Knowing where the conversation was headed, Vicki preempted the teen and undid the clasp on her bra, not being in the mood to wait while he fumbled with it for three hours, and quickly snaked her arms out of it, then tossed it onto the floor. "Now that that's outta the way..."
He would've agreed... Except now Timmy was what was in the way! The way she was pressing against him at the moment... Meant that he wasn't getting an eyeful of much of anything except the tops of Vicki's breasts. It was at this point that his own state of undress, coupled with hers, made a lightbulb turn on in the brunet's head. "D-don't people... usually do everything we're doing when they're about... About to have-"
"Sex?" she interrupted him with an evil grin. "Isn't that where you were expecting all this to lead?"
"Y-you said you'd teach me about part two of 'the talk', you never said we'd... do that..." The teen felt uneasy all over again. His palms were sweating, the rest of him was quickly following, he was shaking a little, and... there was... a certain uncomfortable feeling in his boxers... Not just heat, his penis(yes, he knew what it was called!) felt... Well, hard. Not to say this was the first time it happened(morning wood, anyone?), but it seemed that... His closeness with Vicki was what brought this particular episode on... And he couldn't exactly ignore it this time!
"Hm..." the red-head hummed, loud enough that with her chest pressing against his, he could feel the vibrations of her voice in his lungs. "We don't have to... If you really don't want to." Vicki offered with no hesitation. If Timmy really didn't want to, then she wouldn't push it. And it would appease that pain in the ass conscience of hers too.
"I... I'm not really sure... It... Won't hurt, will it?"
She smirked at him, both at how cute he was when he was unsure and scared, and at the fact he was asking her in such a way that showed he truly valued her input. "Only if you want it to."
"If I want it to? What does that even mean?" The brunet thought to himself, struggling to even form coherent thoughts now, as the dull ache in his privates increased minutely. How could this thing called sex, something that Vicki was seemingly working towards, even be something to work towards? At the mall, she had made it seem like it was something that people do when they love each other, and Timmy could admit that he did like her, but now... and she could make it hurt? Even if she'd given him the option to, why do something if it was uncomfortable? The brunet had become intimately familiar with pain while being bullied by Francis, and as such, knew that pain was to be avoided at all costs... So why was she offering it to him? It didn't make any sense! "I-If it's all t-the same to y-you... I'd-"
"Hold that thought!" the red-head reached up and placed her index finger over Timmy's lips again.
"Mm?" he looked up at her, sincerely hoping that he'd get the chance to tell her he'd rather not have his first time be painful.
"Before we go any further..." Vicki paused, musing on an idea that suddenly popped into her head, and thanking whatever deity that was listening that her conscience had apparently gone off to do its own thing, for now. "I want you to kiss me." she pulled her finger away from the teen's mouth as she finished, allowing him to speak.
"I- Didn't I already kiss you?" As annoying and detrimental to the brunet's health as they had been, Timmy found himself mentally wishing he had his psychic powers again. Reading Vicki's mind would be a huge help right now, at least then he'd have some idea as to what she wanted, and what they were about to do, rather than just follow her lead as she gave him little cryptic clues...
"Except last time, I did most of the work. This time, I want you to kiss me, got it?" Vicki shifted slightly as she spoke, seeing the clear hesitation on her Twerp's face. "Maybe... Oh! I know!" Lifting herself up with her arms, Vicki positioned herself on her knees and placed her hands on Timmy's hips, then pushed him to the right as she dropped to the left, keeping her grip on him as she reversed their positions, so she was on her back, and he was on top of her, before releasing him and letting him drop down onto her chest. "Better?"
The brunet quickly got over the sudden shock of being twisted around as if in some weird dance with the woman and lifted himself up a bit with his arms, no longer being quite as preoccupied from being pinned underneath her. Of course, being that he was still a bit shorter than her, Timmy's eyes fell on an area a bit lower than her face...
As was stated before, this was not technically the first time the teen had seen breasts, but it was the first time he'd seen them unimpeded by clothing. And he quickly learned that, yes, they were one of the most interesting sights in the world.
Vicki watched Timmy with a hint of amusement as his brain crashed for what had to be... Well, getting close to the same number of times that he'd blushed, actually. For a brief few seconds, she wondered if he realized his hand was closing in on her left- "Hey."
"Hm?" Timmy's gaze snapped from her chest to her face, his hand remaining in the air, inches away from landing on her breast.
"Typical male gaze..." she rolled her eyes. Despite admitting that she knew she was a fine example of the female human body(and totally not a narcissist in any way), she could not for the life of her understand every male-she'd-dated's fixation with her boobs! It wasn't as if they were particularly impressive; far as the red-head was concerned, they fit her body rather well... She found her gaze had shifted from meeting the brunet's to looking at her own chest, which in turn caused said brunet's gaze to look at the same thing she was. This revelation made her blush. "You... still haven't kissed me."
"Oh! Um... Right." Averting his eyes from her somehow very inviting chest, Timmy slid up the bed, trying to calm his heartbeat as the action of rubbing against Vicki made him shudder. So far, her little lesson on 'part two' had done little to assuage his nervousness, the kiss had calmed him down some, for sure, but once the red-head revealed her intentions... It had brought on a whole new level of nervousness to the teen.
As he moved in to kiss her again, the teen felt his still-hard member press against... Whatever he assumed Vicki's own underwear was hiding. At the moment, his mind couldn't quite remember what she had called it, but whatever it was called, it was warm, similarly to how he felt in the same area right now. Attempting to ignore it, Timmy pressed on, trying to get closer once more and initiate a kiss, but instead unconsciously releasing a moan as his erection pressed against her.
Vicki smirked at that, then had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling too loudly as Timmy's face turned beet-red and he covered his own mouth. "I-I'm not... Laughing at you... Pfft! Hahaha! ...Okay... maybe a little!"
"...I'm-I'm gonna get to sleep on the floor n-now..."
"Oh no you don't!" with the amused grin still on her face, Vicki looped her arms around the brunet before he could even begin to move off of her. "Seriously? Relax and lighten up."
Much as he wanted to after being laughed at, the brunet didn't bother trying to squirm out of Vicki's grip, opting instead to sigh(more dramatically than necessary) and lightly headbutt her. "You're mean."
"...We have met, right? Vicki? Evil babysitter? I generally spent my time torturing you mentally for like, the better part of four years? Ringin' any bells here?"
"Oh why did I ever think being in a relationship would change a person?" "You could still try to be a little nicer..." the brunet glanced away and muttered.
"How nice do you want me to be?" Vicki began in a clearly amused tone. "You're the one on top, I haven't slapped you for looking at my chest, and I'm practically giving myself to you here! Pretty sure if I was any nicer, it might actually kill me... Also, you still haven't kissed me!" the red-head narrowed her eyes at Timmy, though the playful grin remained.
Ignoring the soreness in his privates, the teen lowered himself into another kiss, doing his best to mirror Vicki's earlier actions as he shyly brushed his own tongue against her lips. As he expected, the red-head opened her mouth, bidding him to deepen the kiss as she had when their roles were reversed...
Except he hesitated again, suddenly remembering his fear of Vicki's mouth possibly containing razor sharp fangs, rather than normal human teeth. This moment of hesitation did not go unnoticed however, as he felt the girl's own tongue dart out of her mouth and brush his, a casual(if somewhat obvious) way to try and get the teen to kiss her back.
Taking the gesture for what it seemed to be, Timmy attempted the same action that Vicki had, slipping his(admittedly inexperienced) tongue into her mouth, only to have hers re-assert its owner's dominance and seem to coil around his, briefly making the teen wonder if Vicki was part snake. Pulling back to try and breathe, Timmy found he'd almost succeeded, only for the girl's teeth to lightly clamp down on his tongue, effectively trapping him with the assumption that if he moved, she might bite him.
"Um...?" he stared down at her, his eyes pleading for her not to bite down.
"Hm." Vicki opened slackened her bite by the slightest amount, allowing the brunet to have his tongue back. "You didn't actually think I'd bite you, did you?"
"...Kind of..." Timmy pulled back slightly, realizing that, even with his current position, he was most definitely not in control of this situation.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you are getting better at kissing, which, you already weren't bad, so... How 'bout we go again?" Vicki released him and reached up to caress his cheek with her right hand, smirking again as he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes. "Aw... Ain't he cute?"
After a few seconds, the brunet cracked an eye open to look at the red-head. "You... aren't gonna bite me again, right?"
"Only if you want me to." she winked at him, which only caused the teen to open his other eye and look at her seriously, his expression a threat of leaving should she not give him a real answer. "Ugh. Fine, no biting." Vicki crossed her arms, covering her chest.
Happy that he'd gotten somewhere, Timmy sank back down, seeing Vicki uncross her arms and wrap them back around him as he moved in for a kiss, only for her to move her head away at the last second, causing his lips to collide with the side of her neck, rather than her mouth. He lingered for a second, wondering if he'd screwed up, and why she'd essentially forced him to.
"You're good."
He was good? What did that mean? He had missed his target, the one she so clearly indicated to and told him he was supposed to hit, how was he good? Pulling away again, Timmy shot the red-head a quizzical look now. "You... don't want me to kiss your mouth?"
"Nope. Try somewhere else. Don't you know anything about fore... play...? ...Right... Um... So, in these types of situations, the boy is... supposed to make the girl feel good, follow?"
Timmy nodded.
"Okay. So..." "I am so going to Hell for this..." "I've told you how to kiss, and that you're supposed to try and make me feel good... So... Get to it?" Vicki's blush darkened a little, hoping that Timmy was smart enough to figure out the rest without too much prodding...
The brunet nodded again, this time more hesitantly, then sank down and kissed her neck, lightly brushing the smooth skin with his tongue.
"Points for originality." Vicki mentally deadpanned. "Try lower." A kiss at her collarbone sent a weak shiver up her spine.
Beginning to have an understanding for what she wanted him to do(and feeling the light dusting of goosebumps break out over her skin when he kissed her collarbone), Timmy continued his determined(if embarrassing) assault, moving a few centimeters lower with each kiss, occasionally lingering for an extra second or two if he brought a positive reaction out of his babysitter.
For a while, the brunet figured he was doing well, until his lips brushed her right breast, specifically, the area of light pink skin commonly known as a nipple. The contact made Vicki gasp quietly, though loud enough that Timmy heard it, and quickly pulled away, thinking he'd done something wrong. "Vicki?"
"S-still good. Keep-keep going..." it didn't take a rocket scientist for the red-head to know that her little gasp hadn't gone unnoticed, and in truth, she didn't want it to. She felt his mouth cover her nipple again, enjoyed the feeling of him lightly sucking at it, dragging his tongue across it... And thanked her lucky stars that Timmy wasn't petty enough to return her love bite from earlier. Those front teeth could probably do some damage!
Figuring he could try and get another cute little noise out of his babysitter, the brunet moved lower, now kissing the area just above her navel and moving ever lower, dragging his tongue across her skin as he did and making more little goosebumps break out across her abdomen. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he was doing, his actions felt more like instinct than something he'd been taught, as if he was simply following the direction of some other part of his brain. He stopped as his tongue hit an obstruction, namely the waistband of Vicki's panties, and decided to try moving back up, only to find that he couldn't. Some force that oddly felt like the red-head's hands was in his hair, keeping him from moving back up. Unsure of how to proceed, Timmy sat up and looked at her questioningly.
"W-why'd you stop?" there was an uncharacteristic shudder to her voice now, a mildly pleading quality that hadn't been there before.
And the teen could admit, it was kind of cute, for some reason. "I can't uh... Kiss your underwear... Unless you want me to?" Which would be odd. Underwear wasn't a second skin... Or it couldn't feel things like skin could...
"Then maybe you should...? Come on now, I know you're smart..." she quirked an eyebrow up at Timmy as she rubbed her knees against his hips, making his boxers slide down a little.
Realizing her intentions, Timmy audibly gulped once again. "You... want me to take off your... underwear?"
"What?! No!" Vicki pulled her legs up to her chest so Timmy wasn't between them. "I'm going to do that!" Slipping the thumb and index finger of each hand into the waistband of her panties, the red-head quickly lifted them up her legs until they were off, then tossed the underwear away with her foot and laid her legs back down to Timmy's left, crossing them as she did. "I'll give you a sec to appreciate the view."
Though he'd received little more than a glimpse of what Vicki's underwear hid, it was enough for Timmy to see that, as she had told him back at the mall, his 'equipment' was significantly different from hers. She'd even told him what that down there was, but for the moment, he couldn't quite remember what she had called it... "Something beginning with a 'v'..." Right now, all he could see was Vicki's crossed legs, covering up her- "Vagina!" the brunet shouted triumphantly, finally remembering the word. His shout was almost immediately followed by a loud slapping sound, making him look up to see that Vicki had facepalmed, the parts of her face visible through her fingers now beet-red.
"Are- are you like, two years old or something?!" her voice sounded shaky to the both of them now, clearly embarrassed at Timmy's blurting out that word.
"No... I just- Um... I couldn't think of the word you told me at the mall, so I-"
"So you shouted it out like a toddler who's just heard a swear for the first time." Vicki deadpanned.
Oh right, they had gone over that, hadn't they? According to Vicki, you weren't supposed to go around shouting those words. It was indecent. "Are... you blushing?" Timmy tried(in vain) to hide the amusement in his voice. First with her sounding a little pleading, now his babysitter was blushing as red as... Well, he'd been earlier?
"Let's see... I'm naked in front of a kid I've babysat for the past six years, he's almost as naked as I am, and to top it off, he just shouted the word 'vagina' throughout the house... Yeah, it's safe to say that I'm a bit flustered right about now." she peeked out between her fingers as she finished. Normally, she'd never admit to Timmy that he had succeeded in such a feat, but... She was naked. And she was blushing like an idiot. Hiding it seemed pretty pointless to her. Her peeking was met with the brunet looking at her somewhat confidently, making her move her hand away from her face. "I guess you seeing me like this isn't so bad... As you were."
Timmy looked down at the space between her legs, now showing little more than a small tuft of red hair. "You want me to... kiss you... down there...?"
The red-head's blush faded a little, but remained as she rubbed her thighs together. That feeling she was familiar with down between her legs was starting to intensify, likely in anticipation from Timmy finally catching on. Honestly, she was beginning to feel a little self-conscious from the brunet just staring at her. This was easily the furthest she'd ever gone, sexually speaking, and she still had every intention of taking it further, but that did little to quell the nervousness she was feeling... "Hurry up..." she mumbled out.
"Huh?" Timmy placed his hand on Vicki's hip for balance as he leaned in close to try and hear her.
"Don't you even try to mess with me... Hurry up...!" the dangerous tone was back in her voice, only brought out because the red-head thought he was teasing her.
Said tone did not go unnoticed by Timmy, who shrank back upon hearing it, but realized he was safe when Vicki stayed right where she was. He dipped back down and kissed the spot just below her navel, bringing another light shudder out of the older girl. "It's... kind of weird that she wants me to kiss her... down there, but... If she really likes it and wants me to..." Another kiss, this one just above the tuft of red hair, and Timmy realized there was a slight problem with continuing; namely that Vicki's legs were still closed rather tightly. "Um... Vicki?" he lifted himself up to look at her, just in time to see her left leg move up and around him, wherein her foot settled on his back and roughly pushed him towards her, causing his face to land on her stomach, and the fairly obvious erection in his boxers to press against her entrance, eliciting a low hiss from the red-head, and something just short of a moan from the brunet.
For several seconds, neither party moved. Timmy because he was shocked by the absolute oddness of what he'd just felt, and Vicki because she was still waiting for him to continue. Not to say it was a bad feeling, but the sheer intensity of it had almost knocked the wind out of him.
"If... If you're having second thoughts... Now's the time to tell me..." Again, this was not Vicki feeling bad for taking advantage of a minor, this was her giving said minor the option to not go any farther. Her mindset was that she'd prefer him actually wanting this, rather than having it forced upon him.
"N-no... Just... just that and... Wow..." Timmy shakily lifted himself up off of Vicki, remembering his previous task.
"And just think, we haven't even gotten to the best part!" "And never will, at this rate..."
"The... sex?"
Once again, Vicki facepalmed. "I don't have the patience to be a teacher..." "Just... do what comes naturally." she shrugged while keeping her gaze focused predominantly on the ceiling.
"Okay..." placing either hand on Vicki's legs, the brunet pulled them apart to free himself, surprised to find that she didn't really offer much resistance to this action. Once freed, Timmy moved back and dipped his head down to match the level of Vicki's privates, finding that what he saw kind of looked like another set of lips, though they were aligned vertically. Out of the corner of his eye, Timmy noticed her thighs twitch slightly, closing by the smallest amount.
"Maybe you should take a picture. It'll last longer."
The teen glanced up again at Vicki, realizing he was probably keeping her waiting, then turned his attention back to her vagina and leaned in, pressing his lips to it, as he'd done with her lips and several other areas of her body earlier. As he did, he felt her thighs close in a bit more, though he still had plenty of room. As before, he also lightly dabbed at her with his tongue, occasionally brushing it against this second set of lips and finding that(with a little encouragement from his tongue) these lips parted too. Assuming that this was his cue again, the brunet slipped his tongue in like before, finding a different taste than when he kissed her mouth. That had tasted like the pink lemonade she'd drank earlier. This... Was different. Indescribably so, though not unpleasant. There was literally nothing he could really compare it to, this being his first time with a girl, but there was one thing he did know: Whatever the taste was... He liked it. He really liked it. His earlier uneasiness for his current task thrown to the wind, the teen followed his babysitter's advice and did what came naturally... Which amounted to him hooking his arms around her thighs so he could pull himself closer to her, allowing him to push his tongue deeper into her and taste even more of her.
Vicki; meanwhile, was trying as hard as she'd ever tried anything to not squeeze the brunet's head between her legs. "Ahn..." The red-head quietly gasped as she realized that she had been the one to moan that time. She lifted her head to look down at Timmy to see that he either ignored the moan, or hadn't heard it, as his face stayed where it was. Granted, she had told him that he was supposed to please her... "And is he ever..." The girl wanted to question how he'd become so good so quick, but her thought process was interrupted as a wave of pleasure shot through her, making her shudder and tightly grip the bedsheets. It occurred to her that the teen probably had no idea what he was doing, nor that he was doing it so well...
Timmy, on the other hand, wasn't quite as oblivious as his babysitter thought, he did hear the moan she let out, just as he did notice the little squirms, shudders, and twitches her body made as he slid his tongue along the insides of her- "What was it called again?" The very first time had almost made the brunet stop and ask if she was okay, but he opted not to ask and instead continued licking her, which, seemed to be what she actually wanted, since she didn't ask him to stop, and kept making little noises now and again. He just hoped something would happen soon, the soreness in his privates was starting to get to him, and it was now joined by a milder soreness in his tongue. Cracking an eye open(and hoping Vicki wouldn't notice, considering the fact that she told him he was supposed to keep his eyes closed when kissing her), he noticed a small, pinkish... thing, at the top of her... "C'mon... Begins with a 'v'!" Under the assumption that this new target was fair game, he pulled away and moved up slightly, giving it the same treatment as the rest of her as he kissed, then brushed his tongue against it, bringing out a sound akin to a squeak from Vicki as she suddenly sat up and grabbed his head with both hands, roughly threading her fingers through his hair.
The red-head let out a very shaky breath as she tried to collect her thoughts and form a coherent sentence. "H-hold on a sec... Just... Just gimme like- Like two-Ah!" She felt Timmy's tongue slide over that spot again, moving over and around it, trying to coil around it like he had with her own tongue. "I s-said t-to stop..." She mentally cursed herself, realizing that she was very nearly whining now. "Or... n-no, don't stop...!" Vicki fell back down onto the bed, bumping her head on the headboard as she did, but mostly ignored the pain over the intense pleasure she was feeling. She brought her index finger up to her mouth, biting down on it to muffle another moan and arching her back as her mind nearly went blank, signaling she had reached her peak... And quickly tumbled right off it. "Hah... Hah... Heheh... Wow..."
The brunet pulled away after he felt her insides tighten around his tongue, and upon hearing her speak, looking up at her to see that she was apparently quite out of breath. "Are... you okay?" Evidently, he'd done something very right after she told him not to stop, but now he found himself somewhat concerned. She was sweating a lot more now than she had been before, and her arm was thrown over her face to cover her eyes. "Um... Vicki?" The teen moved up alongside his babysitter, settling in next to her to try and meet her gaze. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off this time as Vicki suddenly reached for him, wrapping her arms around him as her forehead collided with his, even her legs seemed to be trying to coil themselves around his own. He was momentarily surprised by this, thinking that, by the way she was breathing, she wouldn't have the energy to move as quickly as she did, but relaxed as she affectionately rubbed her nose against his.
"I'm alright... Just... Wow..." she giggled as she finished, tightening her grip on Timmy by the smallest amount. "That was awesome..."
The brunet smiled at this, yep, he had done something right, judging by how affectionate she was being. He'd never pegged Vicki as being the type to cuddle up with someone, not like she was now, anyway. "So... do you want to keep going?" he watched as the red-head refocused her gaze on him and smiled at him lustfully.
"Well, fair's fair, I suppose..." slowly, Vicki untangled her arms and legs from around Timmy and pushed herself up so she was back on top, effectively straddling the teen, with his member now pressing once more against her vagina. The action brought another low noise out of her, and she braced herself with her arms as she nearly tipped over.
"You sure you're okay?" Timmy asked worriedly. He'd never seen Vicki quite like this before... The closest she had ever come to her current behavior was when she stayed over after having 'a little too much to drink'. Nothing like this happened, but she seemed kind of out of it back then. She also told Timmy to keep the fact that she'd 'drank' under his hat.
"Do I not look okay?" her voice was tinged with annoyance as she narrowed her eyes at him. In addition, her hair was matted and messy, there was a sheen of sweat across most of her skin, and each breath still came out sounding labored.
"You look like you're about to collapse from exhaustion." Timmy deadpanned.
"You wanna find out why?" Rather than wait for an answer, Vicki moved back, allowing herself a better view of Timmy's boxers, then slipped her index fingers into the waistband before yanking the article of clothing down and off the teen's legs.
"D-did it um... Just get colder in here?" He now had an appreciation for how Vicki must've felt when their positions were reversed, and found that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the silence she was giving him as she presumably stared at his erection. Timmy moved to sit up, and was quickly pushed back down as the red-head laid herself down back on top of him. "Gah...!" he inhaled sharply as he felt cold fingers wrap around a certain part of his anatomy. "Did- did it j-just get r-really cold in here?!"
"Oh, don't worry. You and I'll both heat up in a sec. Or... a couple of secs." With her body pressed against Timmy's, she didn't exactly have a good view of what she was doing, but the combination of the quick glance she'd gotten at his penis, coupled with the fact that she was currently holding it, did allow her to come up with a rough estimate of its size, which she guessed to be around five or six inches. The red-head guided the brunet's member to her entrance, then stopped, teasingly allowing little more than the tip to rub up against her as she held herself up over him.
The action made the brunet's hips unconsciously buck upward as he braced himself against the mattress, though Vicki raised herself up in kind, keeping him from actually entering her. "V-Vicki..." Timmy wasn't sure why she was torturing him like this, but this torture was so much worse than any mental torture she'd ever done to him. An intense wave of pleasure hit him, making it feel like every nerve ending in his body had been electrified and burned at the same time.
"Aw... Are you begging your babysitter to have sex with you? Judging by how you feel down there, this must seem like the worst torture ever, huh?" Actually, it was. For the both of them. The red-head was still feeling a fair amount of sensitivity in her privates, and judging how shakily each breath came out from Timmy, she guessed the brunet wouldn't last very long. She flinched as she felt the teen's hands slide over her hips... And come to a stop on her rear-end, one hand on each buttock, bringing her little teasing game to an end, she was too fatigued at this point to push herself up if he was going to hold her down... And it's not like she really wanted to anyway. "Hey... You're getting pret-ty good at this, aren't ya?" She brought both hands up to weakly grip his shoulders.
Timmy chose not to respond, opting instead to buck his hips upward(this time very much consciously) while holding Vicki in place, sending his entire length into her, eliciting another audible squeak from the red-head as she dug her nails into his skin, making him yelp out in pain.
"Ah... S-sorry..." Vicki squirmed slightly at the feeling of him being inside her, it obviously being significantly different from when he'd simply been using his tongue. Though her squeak hadn't been because it hurt; on the contrary, it felt good, she'd just been surprised by how sudden it was. "T-try to remember that we're fucking, you're not supposed to stab me, okay?"
Timmy winced at her usage of such foul language, but nodded in understanding. At least now he could understand her change in demeanor after he'd had his fun with her a few minutes earlier. Most of his thoughts were now being pushed down in favor of appreciating this moment, and the feelings it brought. What was even stranger was the sensation he felt when he entered her though. It was not unlike the feeling of almost careening off the side of a cliff, except it was his mind that felt that, not his body... Whatever it was, the teen found he was not averse to the idea of testing how far the sensation could go... If this was what Vicki had felt when she suddenly sat up and told him to stop... Then he could certainly understand, to an extent, why she did what she did.
Seeing the somewhat glazed over look in the brunet's eyes, Vicki pushed herself up so she was straddling the teen, who slid his hands onto her hips in response to her new position. "Good, he's not a complete zombie..." She raised herself up, nearly completely off of him, before lowering herself back down, feeling his grip on her waist tighten as she reached the base of her descent. It took her a great deal of willpower to stifle the little noises her mouth tried to get out with each thrust downward, though it seemed her companion didn't have that problem, or, he didn't bother trying to hide them, rather. The first few times he had entered her all the way, Vicki felt his grip tighten on her hips as he made a cute little noise, but he stayed still, for the most part. Now that she'd fallen into a rhythm(of sorts), the brunet would occasionally meet her downward motion with an upward thrust of his own, bracing himself against her, trying to match her pace.
Timmy; however, couldn't keep this pace going for long. He knew that she said it was her turn to make him feel good... But that was about all he knew. His head felt like it was swimming now, the only things keeping him going seemed to be instinct, and a desire to see how far he could push this tingly, ever-coiling and tightening feeling in him before it broke... And what would happen when it did break? The same thing that happened to Vicki earlier? The brunet lost his chance to wonder further as the intense pleasure reached a silent crescendo in him, making his hips buck upward one more time as... something came out of his penis, shooting into Vicki... And suddenly made him feel very, very tired.
The red-head took notice of this and laid herself back down on top of Timmy, smirking as he looped his arms around her like she had done to him, and snaking her own arms around his neck in response. "So... Was it good for you?"
Still trying to catch his breath, the brunet reached down near his and Vicki's legs, grasping the comforter and pulling it over the both of them. "L-like you n-need to ask?" He felt exhausted, but not in a bad way. He was somehow very content just lying in bed now, enjoying Vicki's closeness.
She smirked at that, then leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips. "And just think, we've got the whole weekend to ourselves!"
"I'm not gonna be getting much sleep, am I?"
"'Fraid not."