Author's Note: Hello all. I haven't updated as much lately because, well, I just graduated and there's a lot going on this summer, as you can imagine. I've really been swamped, so I haven't even thought to update anything. Also, Im thinking about writing another mature fanfic, but I'm not sure for which cartoon (I'm a toon junkie). So, naturally, I've been consumed with my new, riveting idea these past few days as well. I'm done rambling now, enjoy Chapter 6! (Standard Disclaimer)
Chapter 6
Wally and Hoagie were still very much the best of friends, despite the fact that Hoagie had a separate life with the Teen Chapter. They hung out together, picked up girls together, and even ate together on many occasions, if Hoagie wasn't on any missions, that is. Hoagie, much like Nigel and unlike Abigail, spent many of his nights at the home base. So, it was almost impossible for Wally to crash at his house on any given night that he'd fallen out with his parents. Wally thought it was sort of stupid not to be able to catch a fellow at his house at 2am on a weeknight. Seeing as he was not too bright, however, he always ended up thinking Hoagie was spending the night with one of his squeezes, and that worked for him.
Wally walked up the winding driveway and went inside of the open garage. He knocked on the door, hoping not to run into Hoagie's little brother. No matter how many years go by, Wally thought Tommy would always be an annoying little insect. The door opened and, much to his relief, Hoagie answered the call.
"Hey man, what's up?" said Hoagie, leaning against the doorway.
"I need a place to crash tonight. I ain't talkin to my folks."
"Again? You really shouldn't burn your bridges like that."
"Spare me the morals. Can I stay tonight, or not?"
"Well, you know my parents don't care and I'm gonna be here all night. Sure."
"Thanks." Wally said, stepping into the doorway with a small book bag on his shoulders."
"You actually brought some of your own clothes tonight." Hoagie joked. The two traveled through the rooms of the quaint ranch style home until they reached Hoagie's. His room had to have been the second largest in the house. It was painted a midnight blue that hummed softly when hit with the light from his lamp. The floor was hardwood because Hoagie simply didn't want to deal with cleaning carpets all of the time. Posters of famous war planes and fighter jets adorned the otherwise bare walls and there was a small work desk in the corner of the room where Hoagie did much of his technology design.
Wally plopped onto the queen sized bed and opened Hoagie's laptop. He logged on using the password he knew by heart.
"Dude, can you not come in and hack my things?" Hoagie said, sitting on the rugged easy chair that was in another corner of the room.
"Or how about ya change your damn password from 'cheezballz'?" Wally laughed, "I gotta check my email. Colleges are recruitin my ass left and right for football!"
"Well, aren't you proud?" Hoagie said sarcastically.
"I am, thank you very much. This is my big chance to go pro!"
"Yeah, especially if you stop getting girls pregnant." Wally grew still at the comment.
"Look, I regret that, I really do. So, I don't need any of your crap."
"Did Kuki ever find out?"
"What do you think douchebag? You think I'm gonna ever tell that girl I got someone else pregnant while I was with her? Hell, you're the only one that knew besides me and… Amanda."
"I mean, you were man enough to go do it. I think you should tell her. Especially since Amanda died, it's not like Kuki can go kill her." Hoagie let out an uneasy chuckle.
"I don't have time for this. You're my bud and now you're treating me like I'm just the biggest ass in America. Fuck on with that." Wally went back to checking his email silently.
"Have you at least stopped cheating on Kuki?" Hoagie asked, not looking up. Wally looked over at him and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"As long as she's not fuckin me, I'll be gettin it from elsewhere. I don't need to wait on her while I got other broads climbin up me leg."
"I thought you loved her man."
"I do, but that don't mean I gotta put off my pleasure just because she wants to be a scared little brat. You got any more questions, man of virtue?"
"None at all." Hoagie rose and picked up his iPod that laid on the armoire. Shaking his head at his best friend, he sat back down and put the device on shuffle.
"Father," called his secretary, peeking into the large study, "Ms. Cree Lincoln is here to see you."
"Thank you, Ms. Honey." Father winked as he watched her saunter down the hallway. He then drew his attention to the woman now entering the room.
"Long time, no see, Father, dearest," she spoke through her cherry lips. Cree looked much like her sister except that she was a bit taller, her hair was shorter and her skin was a few shades lighter; she also had a beauty mark above her upper lip.
"I am so glad you called, my dear. What brings you to come see me?"
"I need funding," she said leaning over his desk, a twinkle glistening in her eye, "My parents are paying for tuition, but I wanted to get an apartment of my own. With my own place, maybe you could even come see me sometimes."
"Oh, Cree, you know how hard it is to get away. The children are so dependent."
"Still very droll, I see. Then so be it, but can I still get the money?" Cree watched Father sit back in his chair quietly. Unable to wait much longer for his verdict, she moved behind the desk where he sat and straddled his waist, subtly grinding on his lap. He placed his hands on her hips and kissed her as she pulled him by his tie. Although Father had the appearance of a dark silhouette, he was still very much real. His lips sparked against hers; they tasted like chili pepper and fresh cinnamon, a tasty combination that always made her hungry for more.
"How could I ever deny your wishes, you foxy thing?" Father asked playfully, biting her lip and toying with her breasts. Cree's light moans were the fuel he needed to continue. He laid her on the desk and lifted up her tight black miniskirt, revealing the lacy underwear that lay underneath. With a series of mysterious motions, his cock was revealed. Cree gasped at the size, it had been quite a while since Father and her fooled around. He took his piece and teased her entrance after having thrown her underwear to the side.
"I feel you getting wet for me," he said grinning. Cree nodded her head and rose to rub his broad shoulders. Father positioned himself at her entrance, pushing himself in slowly, and began the love stroke. Her sex fit tightly around his cock, pulling a moan from him with each pump. He grabbed her waist, using it as a guide to help him go faster. The two moaned together, their noises filling the room with sexual echoes. Father hadn't had sex this great since before Amanda had died, one of the many reasons she was his favorite. Ever since Cree left for college, he found himself in need of a good fuck again.
"Father, I'm cumming!" Cree cried out. Her back arched and Father pumped even faster. He felt his own body about to release and pulled out of her to shoot his seed into the garbage can. Cree sat up, pulling down her skirt, and scoot off of the desk.
"So, Father," she started, developing a smug grin, "May I have the funding that I need?"
"You sure do know how to get me," Father said, putting his piece back into its resting place, "Tell Ms. Honey to transfer some funds into your account. Make sure she's aware of how much you need and make sure the amount she distributes is proper. She tends to get jealous of you, you know." Cree ran to his side and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Father," she said exiting.
"Cree, make sure you stay on your toes. I'll be calling you soon." Father immediately went back to his paperwork, kicking the forgotten panties under the desk and acting as if nothing had just happened.
