Only two more days until school is over, and I haven't been this excited since fifth grade when my family was going to celebrate with ice cream afterwards. In the past week, Marshall had made it pretty official that we were together now. He's been taking me out on dates with his mom's car. Our first official date was a few days ago to Starbucks, and he made it boldly obvious to everyone in the cafe that he wasn't ashamed of his affections. I've never had a better time in my life.
Bonnibel has been another story, though. She has been so... strange lately. She's always smiling and waving at me and telling me to come to her so she could tell me a secret or something. I don't know what the hell she wants, but it's annoying as fuck. I don't like her, but I don't have the balls to tell her to her face. Honestly, I think I've made it clear through my actions though. I ignore her all the time and I don't respond when she asks for my opinion. Clear enough? I don't know. She's always smiling like I'm her best friend or something.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked to my left to see who it was. The girl who was sitting behind me on the bus, LSP, made a motion for me to take out my earbuds. I took one out and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What's it like dating Marshall? Why are you guys even together?" She asked, snorting at the end. I stared at her blankly. Really? I put the earbud back in my ear and leaned back into my bus seat. "Excuse me!?" I heard her muffled voice spit out from behind me. I sat up straight again and stared at her in the eyes. "It's known of your business," I said.
"Hey! There's m'girl!" Bonni shouted four bus seats ahead of me. I held back my eye roll. She's been on my case since I started dating Marshall. Leave me alone! I didn't look at her, trying to make it look like I didn't even hear her over my headphones.
She sat in her seat, on the edge closest to me with her legs in the aisle and tapped my feet that were propped up on my seat. "Hey," She said, optimism and hope in her eyes. I sighed and pulled an earbud out.
"Hm?" I ask.
"I just said 'hey.'"
"Oh, okay..."
"So... where's Marshall?"
I shrugged, "I dunno. Probably in the school still. We haven't left school grounds yet."
"Hey, you okay? You seem down."
"I'm fine, I just really don't like you," I said, blurting out the last part on accident. I widened my eyes for a split second before recomposing my facial expression. The girl behind me 'ooh'd'.
"You don't?"
"I mean... no... not really..."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just need my space, I guess?"
"I can give you space. Sure. Is that why Marshall didn't walk with you today? 'Cause you 'needed space'?" She said using air quotes.
"What? No. We don't always have to walk together, y'know."
"Yeah, sure, okay."
"Yeah..."
"Hey, babe!" Marshall said, interrupting us, fortunately.
"Hey, Marshall," I responded, smiling.
"Mind if I sit by you today?" He asked.
"Knock yourself out," I replied. I scooted closer to the window so there would be room for Marshall to sit. As he moved to sit next to me I heard the bus doors closing and the engine roaring to life.
"So, for the last day of school I was thinkin' we could go to LSP's pool party together?" Marshall said, looking over at me.
"Sounds good to me," I said. Marshall pulled my legs back up the seat so that my feet were placed firmly on the seat on the other side of him and my back was pressed against the inside wall and window of the bus.
"Great. I was gonna ask if there's anyone I should invite that you'd want over, too. LSP said I can invite anyone I want," Marshall explained.
"Well, there's Cake..." I began.
"Yep. She was actually the first person I texted about it," Marshall said, giving me a crooked smile.
"What, so am I the last to know about this?"
"Well if there's anyone else that I couldn't think of that you'd want to invite, then yes. You are." Marshall laughed as I gave him a push.
"How dare you. I should've been one of the first!" I exclaimed. He chuckled and grabbed the hand that pushed him.
"Well, you'll always be first to me..." He whispered, staring into my eyes. I stared back with a confused look.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"No, I mean, really? Are you trying to make me hurl. That cheesy line stinks so much, I might puke," I said, laughing.
"Oh, shut up! I was trying to have a moment with you and you ruined it!" Marshall laughed.
"Oh, aren't you two just adorable!" Bonnibel said, through what looked like clenched teeth.
"Thanks Bonni, but I know you're just trying to tell me I'm cute," Marshall joked, flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder. I shook my head and rolled my eyes with a smile on my face.
"Alright so who else?"
"Uh... Marcy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Manny?"
"Get 'em."
"Pheobe Flame?"
"Does she even swim?"
"Oh, you're right. She has that thing with water. Nevermind."
"How about Gumball?" Marshall asked, looking at me.
"You'd really invite Gumball for me?"
"Sure. Just as long as he doesn't get too close to me. Or talks to me. But you'll have to tell him about it 'cause I blocked his number like a year ago."
"Wow... Thanks Marshall, you're awesome."
"Tell me about it."
"Oh, be quiet."
"Alright guys, this is my stop," Bonni said, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "And Fionna, I'll give you your space up until LSP's party, okay? I just hope we can still be friends after." She gave me a hopeful smile and a nod of her head before she turned and walked off the bus.
"What's wrong with her? You need your space, what?" Marshall asked, turning to me in confusion. I shrugged.
"I told her I didn't like her because she wasn't giving me enough space, so she decided to give me space," I pursed my lips. "I don't know."
"She really does want to be friends with you, Fi. She's one of my best... best friends... She wants to be close to my girlfriend, too," Marshall explained. I held back the urge to narrow my eyes at him when he hesitated at the word 'friends'.
"I mean, I guess that's sorta understandable," I said. I looked at the window across the aisle from me and saw that my stop was coming up next. I grabbed my bag from off the floor and planted my feet on the ground.
"Yeah, like how your best friend is Cake and you got close with Manny, right?"
"Yeah, sure, but that wasn't my initial plan..."
"OK, well c'mon," Marshall said, stuffing his phone back in back pocket and standing up.
"What? Why are you getting off at my stop?" I asked standing as well.
Leading the way up to the front of the school bus Marshall chuckled. "Well, Fi, I'm not gonna be at school for the last two days meaning I'm not going to see you for awhile. Right now is probably my only chance to have a little alone time with ya."
I blushed at the way he said 'alone time'. The bus driver laughed as he closed the doors and drove away. Marshall grabbed my hand and led the way up to my front door.
"Wait, why aren't you gonna be here?" I asked as I pulled my keys out of my jean short pockets.
"Well the last days are pretty useless. You just turn in your books, clean up your lockers, and get your awards. Nothing really important. I'll see all of those losers next year as a Junior anyways, so why say goodbye?" Marshall shrugged as he stepped up through the threshold, and I followed, closing the door behind me.
"So you're just ditching?" I asked as I placed my book-bag down on the floor and my keys on my dining table.
"Yep, pretty much," Marshall said nonchalantly with his back turned to me.
"What if you get an award?"
"Why would I get an award? I don't do anything important for the school!" Marshall said. He clenched his fists and turned to me. "In fact, Fionna, by the time I graduate, no one will even remember a guy named Marshall Lee!"
"Marshall don't say that..." I said taking a step closer to him.
"Well why not Fionna? It's true. I haven't contributed anything to the school. I don't have good grades. Not good enough to reward at least. I'm not in any clubs or activities or sports. Hell, my math teacher doesn't even bother to remember my name!" Marshall furrowed his brows.
"You have me. You have Bonni. We'll remember you..." I came in closer to Marshall, wrapping my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my waist and looked down at me.
"Why? I'm not anything special... Not like you..."
"Me? I'm just an average Plain Jane."
"You'll get an award..."
"Why is that important?"
"'Cause that means you did something with your life, Fionna. Even if it was small like you came to school five months in a row with being tardy or some shit like that... I've never done... anything, that would make me worth remembering..."
"Marshall. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You saved my life once remember? Everyday I've always looked up to you... And I still do..."
"You're not just saying that? You don't think I'm a screw up? I've done nothing, Fi. Nothing..."
"Ssh. You've done so much for so many people..."
"No..." Marshall closed his eyes when his voice cracked. He swallowed and take a deep breath. I leaned into him, twirling a lock of hair at the back of his neck in my fingers.
"... so much..." I whispered before I captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He gripped my hips tightly. I licked his bottom lip, and with a breathy moan, I let his tongue enter my mouth. Our tongues danced passionately, and we were completely lost in each other.
Marshall broke away, letting me breath, as he started to kiss down jaw line like our first kiss.
"Fionna..." Marshall whispered as he left kisses in the crook of my neck. I could only respond with a whimper as I felt Marshall trail his fingers under my shirt and beneath my waistline. I bit my lip. I was puddy in his hands. "When does Finn get home?"
"He-he'll be at a friend's house 'til seven..." I panted. Marshall returned to my lips, and I felt his smile behind our kiss.
"Perfect..." He said against my lips. Removing his hands from my waist band, Marshall ran his downs down thighs before lifting me up easily. I propped my arms up on his shoulder, gripping his hair tightly, and wrapped my legs around his waist. Marshall kissed me fiercely, and I needed to break off so I could breath. Looking up, Marshall continued to kiss my neck passionately. I saw that he was bringing me to the living room couch.
"Marshall... my bedroom..." I managed to say. He nodded, putting me down. "C'mon," I said, smiling at him. I took his hand and led him upstairs.
As soon as I stepped in my room, Marshall was back at it. He slammed the door before grabbing my hips roughly. His lips crashed onto mine once again as I felt him push me up against the wall. His hands were tangled in my hair as I felt his hips dig into mine. I moaned as I felt his erection straining against his jeans.
"Marshall..." I moaned again. I felt his hands under my shirt again, only rubbing the skin their. Frustrated, I removed my hands from his shoulders and pulled the damn shirt off myself. At this, Marshall found a new energy as he vigorously pulled off his own shirt and began to unbuckle his belt. As our lips parted so he could pull down his jeans, I unclasped my bra and pulled it off. I was finally feeling a little insecure about being naked in front of Marshall. When Marshall looked back up at me, only flicking his eyes towards my chest once, he dropped his jaw, staring into my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest, kissing my forehead.
"Dammit, Fionna, you're so perfect," he whispered before returning to my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist again and he carried me to the bed, putting me down gently. Our lips moved together for a moment longer as Marshall hovered above me between my legs before Marshall's hands found the zipper to my shorts. He unbuttoned them, and separated us to pull them down. I gave a gentle kick and they fell off the bed.
When Marshall returned to me, I pushed my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, making him moan. I moved my fingers back and forth under the fabric.
Marshall chuckled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pressing his lips ever deeper into mine. "You're such a tease," he said. He removed one of his hands from head to hold one of my breasts firmly. I moaned into our kiss and Marshall separated us. I panted as I watched him take one of my nipples into his mouth, his other hand trailing down my back. I moaned as he suckled and took a gentle bite. He ground his hips roughly against mine.
"Uh, Marshall..." I moaned. I felt him smile against my chest. He let go of me and watched me pant as I felt his hands trail down my hips to my lace underwear. I felt him grip them tightly before he began pulling them down.
"Wait, Fionna... Are you a... Are you a virgin?" He asked, his eyes becoming hard. I bit my lip and nodded.
"Fi, you know we don't have to..."
"Marshall, I want to. I want you..." I said, furrowing my brow and propping myself up on my elbows. Marshall got off of me and sat on his heels. I sat up and pulled my legs to my chest.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you..." Marshall said. I shifted to kneeling as I crawled towards Marshall. I put my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers that barely concealed the erection he was obviously having.
"I'll be fine, I'm tough," I said, smiling. "Besides... I know you want this, too..." I whispered. He gave me a slight smirk before he removed my hands from his boxers so he could pull them down himself.
"Okay..." Marshall said.
"Okay?" I smiled as he began to push me back down.
"Yeah," He smiled back, giving my lips another peck. He pulled my underwear down and I pushed it off with my legs. His lips crashed back onto mine and I gripped his hair tightly. He held my breasts a little before returning one hand to my hair and trailing one down my stomach. I felt chills run up my spine.
"Wait, I've got a condom..." Marshall said, rolling off the bed and walking to his puddle of jeans on the floor.
"Marshall did you plan this?" I asked, teasing.
"Well I don't know what I thought would happen, so I brought one, okay?" He said with his back to me. I heard him unwrap it. I watched his back flex as he put it on.
"I like your butt..." I said, smirking. Marshall did a double take at me with an inquisitive look.
"Really?" He said. I nodded, chuckling.
"Well, Fi," Marshall said, turning back at me and crawling above me, "you've got a pretty fine ass, too." He squeezed a cheek and I giggled.
"Now... I want this to be enjoyable for you," Marshall said, resting his head on my shoulder, looking down at his hand. I felt his thumb press against my clit and I bucked my hips, moaning breathily.
"You like that?" Marshall asked smiling down at me. I bit my lip and nodded, feeling him rubbing against clit fiercely. A whimper escaped me as I felt another finger enter me, pumping slowly.
"Oh my gosh..." I said, gripping Marshall's hair even tighter. My back arched as I felt his hand turn a little, and I felt his pumping finger hit against my walls. "Uh, Marshall!" I whimpered, closing my eyes.
"Glob, Fionna, you're so fuckin' hot..." Marshall said before he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I greedily kissed him back, feeling so good. Marshall grunted, "You're wet, too..."
"Uh!" I moaned. My hips ground against his fingers as he continued to play with me. I panted and whimpered as continued rubbing against my clit roughly. "Marshall!" I screamed out.
"Uh, you're so... fucking... perfect..." Marshall said between his kisses. I grasped his hair in my fists and pulled his lips down on mine, kissing him fiercely.
"It feels so good," I managed to say. I whimpered again as Marshall fingered me faster. I bucked my hips against his hand.
"Marshall, I want you now..." I said, looking into his eyes. He nodded, pecking my lips. His other hand returned to my hair as I felt him pressed just at my entrance.
"Ready?" He asked, looking at me. I bit my lip again and nodded. He pushed his head into the crook of my neck and wound my arms around neck. We grunted as I felt Marshall push into me. I felt a sharp pain.
"Can we just stay like this for a little?" I asked. He nodded. He moved up to my lips and kissed me gently, not like before that were rough. I felt his passion and care in the kiss. Our lips moved together smoothly. For a few moments we only kissed before I broke off.
"Okay... I'm ready..." I said. The pain only going down a little, but it was bearable. Marshall started moving slowly, a tortuously slow speed, but the pace began to speed up.
Marshall groaned every time I called out his name.
"Shit," Marshall moaned, clutching my hair tightly. He was breathing so hard it resembled a pant. After it became too much, he pushed my legs up to my chest so that he could go deeper, not that I was complaining. He set a fast pace. I was whimpering loudly and trying to grip onto Marshall's back while his muscles rippled with the strain of his movements.
"Shit, I'm coming, Marshall. I'm... Ah, fuck!" I called out as my head fell back onto the bed and my eyes clamped shut. Marshall pulled out of me and let me gather myself. He watched while my breasts heaved with the sheer exertion that each breath was taking. When my breathing slowed down, I opened my eyes with a small grin and was met with Marshall's smoldering deep brown eyes.
"Are you gonna let me finish?" Marshall asked, smiling. I nodded, giggling. I sat up, kneeling over his cock. I pulled myself, awarded by Marshall's loud grunt. Gripping my hips, Marshall pulled me up and down along his cock.
"Fuck, Fionna..." Marshall groaned. The pace was too agonizingly slow, even for me. I pulled him down, so I was on my back again and wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped as I felt him fill me completely. I could hear him mumbling something into my neck, but I couldn't quite make it out.
His pace quickened and soon I could feel he was about to reach his limit.
"Ugh, Fionna!" Marshall shouted out. I felt him shudder above me before he pulled out of me slowly. I bit my lip as I watched him turn his back to me and take off the condom. He threw it in the trash can before rejoining me on the bed. I pulled the covers over both of us and pulled him close. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me and entangled our legs together.
"How do you feel?" Marshall asked.
"Really, really good," I responded, smiling.
"Really?" Marshall asked. I looked up at him and he cocked an eyebrow at me.
"I don't think my first time could've been anymore perfect."
"Goddammit, Fionna..." Marshall mumbled, squeezing me in his arms.
I chuckled, "What?"
"You're just so... so... you're just so amazing. I don't even know how I was ever able to get a girl like you..."
"Well you got me. I think I might stay for awhile..."
"That's good..." Marshall kissed me on my forehead. I smiled and looked over at my digital clock.
"You should probably leave now, though..." I said, sadly.
"Why?" He asked, sitting up. I sat up as well and pointed at the clock.
"If you fall asleep now, then there's no way you'll wake up before five. I think it would be best that you just left..." I said.
"Then I'll just not sleep, I'll wake stay awake!" Marshall said, stumbling over his own words.
"Sure. Put your clothes on, you idiot," I said with a smile, pushing him slightly.
"Fine..."
After Marshall put on his clothes, and I put on a some clean clothes, I walked him downstairs to the front door.
I wound my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned in and gave him a slow kiss.
"Are you sure I can't stay for a little while?"
"If you stayed any longer, you'd fall asleep on my couch..." I replied, giving him another kiss.
"I want to leave more memories here before I leave for the next few days..."
"Oh please. I think I've given you enough memories to last for a couple of days," I said, laughing against his lips.
"Okay, fine... I'll see you at the party, alright?" Marshall asked giving me a peck.
"Definitely," I said. He let his arms drop down to his sides, and he turned to open the door. "Bye," I said. Marshall stopped and looked at me with a cocked eyebrow.
He crashed his lips onto mine and held me tightly against him.
"Goodbye, beautiful girl!" Marshall called as he closed the door behind him. I laughed, moving the curtain away from the window so I could watch him leave. He was walking backwards away from the door with his hands on his chest. I rolled my eyes. He's such an idiot.