Disclaimer: I don't own SpongeBob SqaurePants. He and the rest of the characters belong to their rightful owner the genius; Stephen Hilenburg.
UPDATE: 14/09/2013
REVISED: 21/12/2013
Title: Second base to Third
Once in a blue moon, it can be painfully confessed by either of them (with beet red faces) that their attraction to another is troublesome. Troublesome as in excruciatingly difficult to keep under wraps. The two lovers both understand and astonish themselves at how quickly they could possibly skip second base and get a home run if they lacked restraint any more than they do right now.
In concerns to the rate things are going now, Fourth base seemed foreseeable. Bottom line: If neither paused then without a doubt in the world, they're gonna have it. Get it on. Go at it all night...if it was possible that is.
At current, once could deduct that the sexual intimacy that has been achieved between the sea critter and land animal is arguably Second base. Is this perhaps a lie? No. Not at all. In fact this can be proven without fault since: two bodies grind against another in a lustful affair, whereas swollen lips collide once more in a frenzy, (as if the female is leaving for Texas tomorrow) allowing tongues to dart so that they touch and temptingly taste another in a sensual embrace. Dual moans loudly pronounced self-threaten themselves to penetrate through the indestructibility of the tree-dome as a way of allow every Bikini Bottomite to hear what they're getting up to.
Dear Neptune. Looks like they're lacking restraint again.
Knowing this by her bad-timed intuition, only with regret did Sandy Cheeks perched upon by SpongeBob SquarePant's lap, straight away swat like a fly his hand on her knee from ascending any higher (even though she'd like it to).
"S-spongeBob Squarep-pants!" she warned but stuttered half-heartedly. Unfortunately her serious tone merged perversely with her moan. He was in that mood again. Disconnected from his mouth, Sandy found herself more focus so she clutched his other slithering hand with her renowned iron-grip. Momentarily, it stopped him. "You," she corrected herself. "I mean we hav'ta calm down or we'll end up on the deep en-, o-ohh! Don't y'all dare..." his mouth not held captive by her found interest with her neck. Eagerly so, he left various kisses upon it, teasingly trailing a bite here and there, rendering her to forget her words. Sandy whimpered in delight, unintentionally exposing herself to him even more.
Boy, did that feel good for her.
Now truth be told. Just after the eight months where SpongeBob and Sandy had both stayed strictly inside the perimeters of First base, it's no wonder that pent up sexual frustration and desire from many, many days would explode within the ninth, tenth and eleventh months.
'What's the matter with me? It's been a long time since we've lost this much control. Ain't like I'm a nymphomanic. Am I? No! I ain't!' argued Sandy mentally. 'Even if he's in his...'active' state, I've gotta get him to see reason.' she concluded however, Sandy whined as if tortured by his next ministrations. "Dangnabbit, I'm warning ya SpongeBob. Keep yer cotton-pickin' hands at bay. Y'all ain't even trying to stop!"
"Really, San-daay. Should I stop?" he inquired huskily against her ear. She stilled at this. This being her lover's enhanced tone akin to his singing which sent welcomed shivers down her spine. Slightly used to this not many within SpongeBob's social circle would be. They'd find him uncharacteristic. Down-right bizarre. Too, too mature. "Should my cotton-pickin' hands stop doing this?" by the word 'this' he referred to his deft fingers (no longer in custody) as they trailed and trekked up her thighs, suggestive in a way they reach an area she knew where all hope would be lost if he dared.
Oh, imagine if his colleague from the Krusty Krab could witness this.
No way would Mr. Tentacles believe what was transpiring between the sponge and squirrel. No siree! Squiward would outright laugh his heart's content that SpongeBob delved into such sexual territory now but, then he be pissed beyond reason that his (eternally annoying) neighbour was getting more action than him since things as of late had become rather rocky between him and Squilvia.
Beseeching brown eyes belonging to Sandy bore into his bodacious blue ones. They expressed what she couldn't bring herself to express in words. What she didn't want to 'I don't wanna but, we hav'ta too. Both of us. You know it too, SpongeBob.' yet, needed to. Once SpongeBob deciphered this message, instantaneously, all his actions ceased. He relented. Although the loss of his hands which warmed her to her core were sorely missed, Sandy knew they had done the right thing.
. . . .
"SpongeBob." she managed at last with an even voice (after an awkward atmosphere permeated their surroundings when she put her lover's bubble helmet over his head) yet, her body was trembling in concern of what had transpire minutes ago. Every time it got harder. To resist. To refrain. To re-do the process all over again. It almost scared her how attracted to him she was. "Y'all know we can't...do it."
"I know." SpongeBob replied tonelessly, apologetically. Indecipherable Eyes of his cast down to Sandy's newly cut grass below them. Randomly, he briefly wondered how had helping his sweetheart with her new imported lawn from Mexico escalate into a heavy making out session against her bench? 'The sea's a mysterious place.' he concluded.
She trailed off, "You're an water breather and I'm an air-breather so..."
"I know."
"Inventing tablets and pills for y'all to breath air periodically ain't possible at the moment since my funds aren't for-"
"-I know."
"-No, y'all don't know." interjected Sandy intensely, "Goldarn it, SpongeBob! I ain't dumber than a rock. I know you're all choked up 'bout this issue and I am too. I'm aggravated that my objective science research can't be subjective for once."
SpongeBob bug-eyed noted the harsh tone his lover spit out. Comfortingly, throws his arm over her shoulder. Hesitating since old habits die hard, she nearly shrugs away him. Subsequently, Sandy leans against him, receiving and relishing in his support. Luckily so, once could observe that their relationship has blossomed as rare as a violet rose, SpongeBob has penetrated some of her walls. Hence enter her heart.
"I do want you, SpongeBob."
He admitted with no falsehood. "I want you too."
"Oh, really?" she asked tepidly, inspecting him beneath her long lashes.
"Whatddaya mean by that, Sandy?" confusion accentuated around his eyes and nose. "Of course I do. I mean wasn't the fact that I earlier had, er, trouble keeping my hands under control proof?"
"I guess so but," she countered, poking his bubble helmet. "If y'all could have yer own way with things, then where would you want us to be at?"
"I don't know what you mean by that."
"Yes, you do."
SpongeBob shut his eyes while he answered. "Um, I'd like it a lot if we could ever," he paused in order to fidget with his thumbs. Sandy looked on charmed by him. "reach a level where we would be, you know, there but, barnacles! Sandy, I don't know how to articulate myself. I think I'm trying to say that I'd like it if we could ever reach a midway point between what we did today and the forbidden area."
"We might could reach there."
"Huh? Sandy, how's that p-po..." stammering like Pearl did when her father caught her in an intimate moment with her beau of the month, SpongeBob struggled to speak. Let alone breath. For any hot-blooded male under the ocean, it's unequivocal that they would too struggle to breathe if their sweetheart suddenly grabbed hold of their family jewels.
Too stunned by where her hands rested, he didn't even think to question how the heck she had passed under the band of his tighty whities.
A grin flashed over Sandy's face, like a torchlight on an unlucky burglar. Her sultry voice as silk elucidated her actions, "Ain't no way in heck we'll ever have sex but, who said we can't play with each other's?"
His cheeks reddened at that mental image about to be brought into existence.
In spite of noises they had created when engaged with another, the real reason as to why Sandy guides SpongeBob to her bedroom (and not outside on her lawn) is for in fact ultimate privacy – intimacy – and intentness she feels her lover does not believe from her.
He already started to open his mouth (a load of bashfulness to be frank) as soon he sat on the edge of her bed she gestured him to. SpongeBob only stopped talking when attentive fingers eagerly unbuckled his belt to his shorts. When she began to pull down his underwear, he exclaimed, 'Neptune's Trousers!' in his head. 'This is happening. This. Is. Happening.' SpongeBob has to say something verbally.
"Sandy," he mumbled shyly which almost made Sandy feel bad at how this shyness would be destroyed soon. "Please. Please, please don't let this be a tease cause that'll be the most-"
Her stare towards him cut off his rambling, freezing him to the core. It was Radioactive – Rapturous - Real. He swallowed, feeling as if he saw everything she'd do to him through her eyes.
"This is not a tease, SpongeBob." she affirmed with a reassuring smile. Her hand reached his shoulder, squeezing with coziness. "I myself wanna reach a midway point with you. Third base I think they say. I wanna make you feel darn good that our troubles'll fade away quicker than Patrick's memory of his parent's but, if y'all think this'll lead us to go really, really far then it's absolutely fi-"
"No." SpongeBob interjected at the speed of lightening. "I want...I want." he failed at articulating himself again. "Sandy I want this. I do, I do, I do. Gosh, it's just that this is happening! And, and you have the habit of driving me crazy sometimes and I love it but, it's torture."
Sandy allowed a small smile to grace her face. She gazed at him wishing like crazy that kissing his bubble helmet would make him feel it on his lips. "You know, I could say the same thing 'bout you."
"I doubt it."
Ignoring this, only one warm finger from her stroked his length,"Hush, and let me not drive you to craziness." SpongeBob groaned and gulped at her actions and her artlessness next. Nothing intense had happened yet, so why was he suffering a mind explosion? "Lemme send you to insanity."
. . . .
Never before had SpongeBob SquarePants touched himself before (i.e masturbate). So at present, he is beginning to enter a realm he never though existed (till he met Sandy Cheeks). Desperately tempted to scream out to the world the inexplicable sensations he experiences, SpongeBob attempts to shut his mouth however,
"S-sandy!" he felt his efforts go down the drain.
Sensual, skilled set of fingers by Sandy tapped his manhood up, then down, afterwards all around as if she was developing an elaborate piece on a piano. "Yes?" answered Sandy, not pausing in her ministrations. Her other set of fingers traced a variety of letters referring to his name (not that he's know). "Am I doing something wrong?" she inquired meanwhile drawing invisible circles nearing his balls till, she caressed them.
SpongeBob whimpered – Sandy smirked. He had whimpered like a sea worm who begged to be put down. She couldn't help but savour that sound. It had to be replayed once more. Sandy would make it happen.
He said"No." and answered in three languages."No, Non, Não." Immediately, he fisted his spongy hands in her bed sheets, threatening to destroy the fabric with his unusual, random strength. SpongeBob grit his teeth. "Absolutely positively not! It's just that-" she squeezed his member. "Oh! Oh, Dear Neptune. Oh, my gosh. Sandy, please, please, please-"
"-Please what?"
"Don't ever stop."
"Hmm," she pondered in thought as she kept her eyes on his manhood, mentally keeping track of what he liked for next time(s) by the manner in which his legs had jumped, quivered and trembled simultaneously. Sandy said, "I'm curious. What'll happen if I," she stopped the hand job. "stop?"
'This squirrel' trying to kill me' was a recurring thought from years. Once blissful blue eyes turned raging red for a second. At the drop of a hat, SpongeBob became out-of-charecter.
"Sandra Cheeks. I'm doing no begging. I'm warning you that," just by the utterance of her name did she know she was in deep cow manure. "if your heavenly hands decide to quit and are not on this in the next second." her hands in fear twitched to listen. "Then, you will be the one drove to insanity so bad for the next thirty days." Sandra Cheeks' cheeks flushed.
Screw the very fact that he was using a beguiling baritone tone that reduced her to mush. Dismiss the other fact that she was indeed turned on by provoking him. Those weren't the main issue. The main issue was that he had once (accidentally) drove her to a dark, dark place where she never saw a shrewd of the boy she knew once. All she saw those days were a man. A man who could have her right where he wanted her when he easily reached her-
Refraining the moan that wanted to escape from memory, Sandy resumed back to work. She interlocked her fingers around his shaft, placing both thumbs on his underside in order to sensually massage and move one thumb clockwise and the other counter clockwise. Afterwards, to increase the volumes of his moans, she jerked him up with rendered him totally submissive, successfully turning the tables around.
"Hey, you feelin okay, lil' square dude?" with care she pinched his scrotal skin. SpongeBob let out an incoherent squeak of gibberish. The poor sap babbled. His legs resumed their quivering state. Ready to tease him her words could have been "Y'all should take a gander in da mirror. look more jittery than a hare surrounded by ten coyotes." but, she was captivated.
'Dangnabbit, how hot was that?' surprised and fascinated was how Sandy felt. This was in concern of the pornographic sound which erupted out of SpongeBob's mouth like nobody's business. He was enjoying himself. A lot. Thanks to her. The last fact made her heart overfill with an emotion she wasn't sure she wanted to display to him yet. Still, she wanted even more noises of the kind to explode outta him. Brown eyes darkened to near black that she could achieved this.
Dazed, Sandy had stopped the hand job. Crestfallen, SpongeBob noted this.
'Oh, Mindy. Please help me! Answer my requests cause your father isn't hearing me at all today.' he plead in his head. SpongeBob sorely missed his lover's hands on what made him a man. (Beyond frustrated) he refrained from whining by holding her head in his hands. He made her hold his stare, trying to communicate that he felt impoverished without her aide. He wanted Sandy focus on what was down below not what was on the upper deck. Seriously, were his lips that fascinating to her?
"Sandy. I get it. I'll beg now, that's what you want, right?"
"Partly."
"Sandy. I don't...follow." he said.
Perhaps it was her fault for being a scientist, or just naturally inclined to experiment and ponder, because the phenomenon named curiosity took a hold of her and controlled her those a few precious seconds. An adventurous pink tongue darted out from Sandy's mouth, met the tip of SpongeBob's member and licked, blandly and briefly blowing also.
Had he been able to speak he would have cried out, "I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!" instead he shook head sideways in disbelief that she could access him there using what she used. SpongeBob SpiritedPants laughed humourlessly - breathlessly. "You're gonna drive me to insanity, aren't you?"
"'Course I am." she replied, winking a wink which drove SpongeBob 85.5% insane. Also, just to add fuel to the flame (or make him harder), she sucked her finger illicitly, unfairly, unbelievingly. Sandy just sneak-peeked what she'd be doing. To him. Loving what was to come, SpongeBob gladly let himself fall into the abyss of insanity. What sane male wouldn't if it was filled with blow jobs? "Texan promise."
A/N: Sorry but, I guess you reader out there will just have to wait for the next, next chapter when Sandy driving SpongeBob to craziness is explored. So once you: truly REFLECT on what you have read. Please freely REVIEW on what you have read! Till next time :)