Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I owned SpongeBob but, it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.

A/N: And here is the follow up from Chapter Sixteen (Second base to Third) to all the readers out there interested. Read on! MERRY CHRISTMAS BY THE WAY!

Title:Third base

"Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, oh Sandy," was the name SpongeBob could pronounce without fault. The only one. The others were unintelligible. For instance the term 'Neptune' from him sounded like, "Ne-nebune" and 'Oh my gosh' was articulated seconds ago like, "O-oh! oh my, please c-can, gosh!"

Nonetheless, SpongeBob would not – could not – absolutely not (in any alternative universe that existed) deny the wonderful turmoil he was in current experience of: teasing as per usual from her.

For the hundredth time that day, his sweetheart ceased her actions, going on strike in his point of view. SpongeBob thought the worst, "Sandy, no! No, no, no!" he cried out in incredulity. Where did that one in a million squirrel think she was going? She was needed! "You can't be serious. Don't leave! I-I need you, I-I can't do this myself, before you I didn't even know that I could feel this good." he spat out as the Quickster could run since it was his one and only persuasive argument.

"Oh, silly." Sandy nearly laughed. She wasn't cruel enough to leave a person hanging like that. "SpongeBob, I'm just fixin' to get something outta mah drawer is all." clarified Sandy as she did indeed retrieve an object from her drawer.

"Oh...why?" asked SpongeBob with a visible crease in his brows.

"Well, as much as I like yer particular sea watery taste." freckles belonging to SpongeBob disappeared over the blush that infiltrated his face."I think this lil' fella in mah hand'll make things much more exciting."

SpongeBob then stared towards the commercial-looking product held in her brown-furred hands. "Flavoured lube? I haven't heard of that before. W-what are ya gonna do with it, Sandy?"

Sandy grinned wider than Mr. Krabs did at the sight of a dollar bill, "A lot. Believe that. I'mma put it on yer lil' buddy for a different taste. My favourite." she noted his lack of understanding at her words. "Don't cha worry 'bout a thing. Think about this way, SpongeBob. If I put my favourite acorn flavour on someone I love very much like you then, can ya imagine how enthusiastic I'll be at sucking you."

Speechless, SpongeBob beckoned Sandy with his blue eyes to get other to his side in five seconds flat.

. . . .

Approximately so, Sandy had a flashback. In her trip down memory lane, from what her friend from New Kelp City had told her, Belinda the Beaver (a fellow colleague, perhaps perverted friend) had mentioned that balls during blow jobs were for some reason ignored. So in order to not repeat history as so many lovers did worldwide, while her hand fervently stroked his shaft. Sandy gingerly took one of his in her mouth and lightly sucked.

She was rewarded nicely for her remembrance.

"Jumping Jellyfish!" SpongeBob curled his toes at this, this being the sensation which was her mouth on him or maybe the talent which was her multitasking. Gripping on her shoulders with forcible strength, he admitted. "That feels...Sandy that feels...Gosh, why am I speaking? You can tell how could I feel."

Pleased with his smart response, self-assured Sandy without shame executed an action she had read from a novel which her sweetheart would stammer at. Absorbed, SpongeBob barely watched the way in which Sandy's roseate tongue trailed at its own convince along the length of his member and head.

He threw his head back on her bed.

SpongeBob simply couldn't just watch when his eyes forcefully shut themselves to fully enjoy a high calibre of bliss.

Disconnecting her her lips and tongue away from his member, Sandy returned to playing with his balls so he could not call her out and say, "I forbid you from going on any more strikes!" or threaten her in a seductive way which would have the potential to make her wetter than she already was.

Taking several deep breaths, she looked up to SpongeBob and sensed her heart clenched because she had 'never seen anything this erotic.' His pupils were brimming with lust, freckled cheeks reddened and lips swollen from biting when he refrained from had Sandy seen someone she wanted to screw so badly with her: heart, soul and mind. 'I gotta get a hold of myself!' she pinched herself hard momentarily. She had been close to jumping him.

Wisely ending her fascination with his attractive facial expression, Sandy resumed the blow job in order to keep such an expression. An expression which would never fade away from her conscious or unconscious memory.

. . . .

Just when he thought he could not be any more aroused then he already was, Sandy Cheeks, the Texan from land proved him wronger than a snail and worm high-fiving.

Unknown to him, his sweetheart was starting to deep throat him. And as she was doing so, the squirrel candidly moaned when she took him into her mouth.

'Oh, Man...she's enjoying this as much as I am too?' SpongeBob cast his gaze downwards to see the expression beneath her lashes he knew would send him to a cardiac arrest. Sensing his intense look, she looked up at him , he doe eyes for the moment expressing utter and simple naïvety which flared SpongeBob's face up.

Her enthusiasm turned him on. Never had he felt such an attraction for any one before.

Remarkablly so, Sandy Cheeks being as extraordinary as she was did not have the gag reflex most people did. In spite of her acknowledging this, she refused to put as much of him (which could be all of him) in her mouth as that would be giving away a surprise she wanted to tempt him with on a rainy day. Instead she relaxed her throat and put as much of him as she wanted and comfortably could, going as far as SpongeBob thought then she could.

Keeping him on the edge (which had him babbling and weeping a little. She felt no guilt whatsoever), she paused briefly, let him relax, then suck him again and keep him right on the edge. Yet, she began to retain a steady beat till the delighted lover of hers orgasmed.

His shaking progressed and were much more frequently.

He was getting close.

"Sandy," spoke SpongeBob breathlessly as if the water in his bubble helmet could not revive him. "I'm, I'm gonna, I can't, I feel that I'm about to -" was the warning she has been anticipating. Despite his rambling, she understood. Removing her mouth, (not ready yet to swallow. That'd have to be a special, special day), with a merged scientific and amorous outlook did she watch her lover ejaculate, finally and gladly.

Listening to his pants was soothing, rewarding even. She beamed. Just to know that she had render this naiver than naive sponge into a groaning, moaning hot mess satisfied her immensely. It was worth so much more than all her earned ribbons and trophies in the chemistry field.

"H-how'd that f-f-" feeling bashful, she chewed anxiously on her bottom lip, not sure as why asking him how good it feel for him was making her shy. She coughed, attempting to speak again "How was it for-" however, sea water flavoured lips cut her off in mid sentence.

The kisser pulled back to say, "I loved it. I love you." also letting out a small smile."Y-you are...Sandy," SpongeBob uttered in near tears actually visible. His helmet lay besides him for the minute. "you are so good to me."

Sandy quipped, "Ain't that the truth." before accepting another kiss of gratitude.

A/N: So once you: truly REFLECT on what you have read. Please freely REVIEW on what you have read! Till next time :)