Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I own SpongeBob, but it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.
Me to you:
Mature SpongeBob SquarePants episodes? LOL, you crack me up LorellaLorella. I'm happy to hear that you keep up with this fanfic of mine, I'll try my best do keep up the good work, Wolfmoon5. I'm glad to know that you love this fanfic so much DarkButterfly128, BTW thanks for the advice – I'll definitely keep the blindfold and dreams at the front of my mind. I'm overjoyed for you that you liked the ending Night-Waker, but I can't say the same for Sandy Cheeks – she's in a little shock.
Title:Thinking & Noticing Things I Shouldn't
Perhaps I should avert my eyes elsewhere, but I can't help it! I can't help but look. I would have never (EVER!) done this years ago when I met her, but now, well since...my 'curiosity' in things has grown (as Mr. Krabs says), I can't help but notice the green panties she's wearing as she bends down to gather her acorns. Barnacles! Why is that purple skirt of hers so short?
Maybe I've wondered once if those innocent blue eyes of his could be anythin' but that. Maybe I've gone cuckoo, or maybe the fish food I eat has really done it this time. What am I thinkin'? It's SpongeBob, SpongeBob SquarePants! How can I possibly imagine his blue eyes a dark shade of blue like teal – representing desire and lust.
I really really don't like the way Sandy folds her arms sometimes, because it raises her, her...it raise 'those' higher than it should be and it makes me (her "best", "loyal" friend) pay attention to 'them' when I should really focus on her face.
A week ago, me and the lil' square dude a rather mighty sparring session if I do say so myself. Congrats went to him as he'd managed to pin me down, and I guess it looked like he'd finally gained some muscle in those skinny arms of his. Being pinned down gave me a lot to think if he could pin me down again...in a different situation...an intimate one...a highly sexual one. I know it's just a thought, but I do wonder if he'd have the upper hand again in that scenario, 'cause it'd be unlikely that he'd get it so easily.
Fish paste! Sandy stretching her arms is far worse than her folding them cause at last when she fold them, 'they' don't...they don't jiggle. Because 'they' don't jiggle - 'they' don't move, and 'they' really shouldn't move 'cause it's distracting. It's distracting me.
He has kissable lips. When I'm noticin' that now. When he pouts, his jutted lips do look like the kind of lips you'd want to experiment with. Anyway, it's not like I want to kiss 'em, 'cause even if I did I couldn't due to that dang bubble helmet in the way...it doesn't matter that he can survive in air for a minute. It doesn't.
At times I wonder if he's as innocent as a new born babe. SpongeBob has the ability to turn someone on, but I'm not sure he knows it. I bet all my Science awards that he ain't got a clue. He has no hint that the way he assaults those big lollipops is illegal where I'm from and quite fascinatin' to look at. There ain't no need to lick so slow and moan so dang loud. He should be moanin' and lickin' like that when he's with someone special, in the throes of...of...hmm, is SpongeBob really as innocent as new born babe to not know what sex is?
When she moans my name while I relax her shoulders, I instantly remove my hands off her and take a deep breath. Even though I try to smile reassuringly at her, the sound of her voice is forever recorded in my mind and continues to play at night while I dream.
By once I mean once. Just once have I wondered if SpongeBob could talk dirty. Not dirty as in trash talk, but dirty as in sexy dirty – the naughty kind. I have yet to research and find out if he can, but if he can then I'll never look at him the same way again. I mean, the lil' square dude has the ability to change in voice in different pitches and tones. If he says what he says in a deep, masculine, baritone voice then I'll definitely won't think the same way about him again.
After eight years. After eight stupid naïve years do I realise that Sandy is practically running around her tree dome in nothing but her underwear and a skirt (that's short!). She's not that young cute gal that saved me from a clam no more. Even I can admit that my friend is a woman whose clothes (if I can call it that) leave no room for my imagination (I can't create the rainbow any more). If my 'thing' for her doesn't go away, then I'll have to smoothly tell her to wear trousers and a jumper.
One day, one surprising day, SpongeBob boldly told me that he had talented hands. I laughed at that and teased that it was true 'cause he was a fry cook after all. Yet that very night when I was home taking care of...well, when I was touching myself to fulfil some primitive needs, his bold words entered my head and it shocked me (and STILL does) that I came so much more quicker than normal...no one will dare to tell him the tale that the thought of his hands are enough for me. The varmit who does dare squeal such a thing will open their eyes seein' gates or fire.
Sandy is an independent kind of girl/woman. She's strong, fierce and vivacious. There ain't nothin' to big or too ornery for her to catch or beat. So if I know all theses facts, then why do I sometimes picture her dependant, weak and shy. Why in my dreams do I see her below me, panting, blushing and begging. She's begging for me and she's pleading breathlessly for me to touch and kiss. She'd kill me if she found out, but why do I like such a side to her?
I guess it's no wonder that the day SpongeBob told me that he had a talented tongued was the day I nearly pulled that dang bubble helmet off and analysed that claim of his.
If I could breathe air, and not need my bubble helmet - then I could kiss her. Not that I would (cause she'd kill me), and not that I should (because she'd kill me!).
It all his stupid fault. Ever since that day we watched that stupid show called 'Passionate Souls', I've been thinkin' 'bout it myself. Sex, that what I've been thinkin' about. I've thought of 'bout him and me doing it and 'cause that's the genre of dreams he's been having lately – I'm doin' no wrongs. No wonder we haven't talked in days since the phone call. He's sexually attracted to me and can't bear to look and me and he doesn't know that the reason I can't bear to look at him is 'cause I've found myself curiously and stupidly attracted to him to.
It comes like a tidal wave dragging me into the deep end where I normally drown with Patrick, if Larry isn't there to help us. It's a rude awakening to me that we're both, not only me but here too. We're both thinking and noticing things we really shouldn't as friends. She's told me her dreams and I've told her mine and we're now both fidgeting with our fingers unable to look each other in the eyes. My excuse is that hers are a beautiful brown and hers is that mine are a boisterous blue.
It scares me that we actually could do it. He's a sponge, a sea sponge! When concernin' his soft pliable body which is excellent for shape-shifting and forming bodily parts then everything becomes possible. All I'd have to do is easily show him a picture of a male squirrel's sexual organ, and then SpongeBob could easily form one and then, then we'd...we could...Dangnabbit! Curse that stupid sponge, look what he's done to me.
I don't know what we'll do. Is this the end of our friendship? Are these sexual dreams we both have gonna banish everything we've had for years, because I don't want that to happen. I look at her face and ask a question to avoid fantasising on how soft her fur is.
"Sandy, didn't ya say a while ago that sex could be for just for pleasure too?"
A/N: I hope you readers were able to uncover who was who. So, what did you think of this chapter? Criticism and advice is welcomed here.
EXTRA INFO: Since I'm still a SpongeBob fan after all this time, I just wanted to let you readers know that this Sunday, it'll be SpongeBob SquarePants Birthday (I'm assuming he'll be 26, 27 or 28 years old). On that day, hopefully there'll be a nice, detailed updated chapter of his birthday present gifted to him by his "lovely" brown-furred friend XD keep that in mind.