This chapter is NSFW / M RATED due to a scenes containing sex. The beginning of the scene and end if the scene will be indicated in the chapter by a xxx, so you can read the story and avoid the smut.

Maude

"Seriously? Where are they?" I could hear Starline's voice down the corridor. More annoyed than worried, really, if the tone was anything to go by. I let out a long, silent, internal groan. Two steps forwards and one backwards, it seemed.

"I still think we should respect their privacy and just let them hit it." Andreas answered back to her.

I look over at Sam, rolling my eyes, but he was already in action. As slickly as he pulled my underwear down, the pace at which he had gotten it back up without me even noticing was notable. He smacked my ass one last time, softer and more casual, before pulling my dress down to normal length. He gave me a look of 'Let's continue this later, I've got a plan'. He reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out a two-pack of cigars, and shoved one in my mouth. He pulled a zippo from a drawer in his desk and lit it near the one I was keeping occupied. I leaned back against the edge of his desk, watching in curiosity.

"Suck!" He whispered frantically. In another situation it would've been funny (or even sexy) but I had zero idea where he was going with this. I began making my way through the cigar, despite the smell of tobacco being overwhelming. I had a pretty strong stomach and had smoked casually before. He walked over to the light switch and put it on the lowest setting, and played some quiet music, before plonking on his office chair and lighting his own. He reclined backwards, put his feet up on my desk, and blew smoke into the air, reaching his arms behind his back and lying comfortably. The door knob began to rattle and in burst Andreas and Starline.

Sam

Light rushed in from the corridor.

"Sam! What I tell you 'bout smoking?" Andreas shot me a hard look. The dude was like my dad sometimes. "Am I gonna have to get Steve?"

"Anything but mom!" His serious demeanour broke as the four of us laughed.

"Look, it's just one for Maude's last day. We're reminiscing." He pressed his lips together with a disapproving huff of air.

Star gave us both a look of sympathy. "We'll leave you two for a private moment. You could've told us instead of us running around looking for you."

Maude chipped in: "My bad, it was kind of spontaneous." She couldn't help a sheepish grin and a shrug with two hands. They both turned to leave as I saw the door shut with a click and heard Andreas shout down the corridor that they had found us.

Maude shot me a curious look. I couldn't help but feel longing inside my chest; for every time we had gotten close, it felt like I was still a million miles away. She was electric and I couldn't stop myself from being completely and totally overwhelmed by everything she did. I was snapped out of my daze with her clicking her fingers in front of me.

"Sam! What the was that?" She looked half way impressed and also half way confused; causing her to scrunch up her face in a way that made my heart melt.

"I always buy cigars for -

Maude

-big occasions." He finished his sentence slurring slightly, before throwing his smoke in the bin and gagging a little. "But I was always forget I can't stomach the smell."

I threw mine away as well and hoped he'd hold the contents of his stomach down as I asked him another question.

"But why -"

He cut me off, answering with ease. "The big guys don't like me smoking. You wanna commit a crime? You do something else to cover it up. You've heard the stories of the man with the bicycle and the bag of sand right?"

I shook my head in return.

"A guy cycles on a bridge every day with a bag of sand. Guards cut open the bag every day and find nothing. Turns out the guy is smuggling bicycles. Being the third sibling comes with family help." Sounds exactly like the type of shit Sam would know.

"Are you calling me a crime?" I was hoping to get him to become flustered or cute, but despite being introduced to the new side of Sam very recently I had already forgotten it was there.

He stood up and put his hand around my back as he leaned against the desk alongside me. "You're only a crime in the work place," He paused, turning to make eye contact with me, "So let's get outta here." He pushed me through the door and smacked my arse one last time before we returned to the party.

Sam

We continued partying into the early hours of the night, until people started to call it a night and head home. I opened my phone and booked an uber.

I weaved through the small congregations of people to find Maude and tell her that her (our) ride would be here in fifteen and to grab the rest of her stuff and say her goodbyes. I did the same, and ten minutes later we were ready to head out.

"Hold on!" She grabbed my wrist and handed me a shot of Fireball. "One for the road." She told me. One for my nerves, I thought back. We clinked the glasses before metaphorically slamming them on the imaginary table and sending one down the hatchet. We headed outside and waited for our ride. I had booked it for hers so I could get another ride back to mine. We both slid into the back of a Honda Accord. The drive was 15 minutes, and strangely quiet, but not uneventful. I mean, what was I supposed to say when her hand kept creeping up my thigh?

It was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate, with the Fireball kicking in and Maude's hand tracing my leg. I began stuttering more and more and could see her cocky expression. As her hand approached my pelvis, she reached with her pinky and swiped against my dick. I looked up to see her expression and saw her eyebrows shoot up and her eyes side glance. I had ditched the prom outfit for my skinny jeans and a tee, and she'd changed back into that tight latex dress. I saw her mouth gape open slightly and I smirked inwardly.

We got out of our ride with some very awkward goodbyes to the driver as I walked her up to her studio. She was checking her phone as we ascended the stairs. "Sam! Geekbomb just hit 50k!"

She looked unbelievably happy, and giving me some sneaky side eye.

"That means Part 2, doesn't it?"

"Yup." She ended with a popping sound as we reached her door. "Could we film Saturday morning?"

"Sure, text me the details." She opened the door and began to open her mouth, do I assumed it was goodbye. "I need to get another uber before it gets too late and the fares go up again though, so sorry I can't stay for a coffee." I ended the last part with a signature Bashor wink.

Maude xxx

Cheek on him! Assuming I was going to invite him in for coffee (I much prefer tea anyways). And that stupid wink that was so much more comedic than erotic but still made me stop and take a deep breath in through my nose.

"Nonsense," I said, hooking my finger into the collar of his shirt, "It's much too late to be going anywhere, and you can't leave a lady alone in a dark apartment like this." I said giving him the same mopey and innocent act in the office, knowing full well I could kick his arse and he wouldn't actually be much help in an emergency. His torso followed my finger forward and into my apartment despite his protests (that went unheard). I started pulling him towards my bedroom when he stopped me in my tracks.

"Don't you know the bedroom is the most boring place to have sex?"

I never really figured Sam as the explorative type. I remembered way back when to a video we did for Phil, and Sam had admitted he was dominant in the bedroom. I only really half believed him then, and even so I thought he didn't know a thing - he was 22 and honestly I didn't think he actually understood the question first time round. But now, as I was being pushed face first against my corridor wall, I remembered back to what I had said;

'Like, a clumsy shove with intent.'

This was not the first time I had been involved in this type of stuff, but Sam was incredible. My hands lay flat against the wall, with Sam's spread over mine as he grinned against me.

I made the bitch noise in pleasant surprise.

He pushed harder against me, squeezing my boobs into the wall as well. They ached slightly, but in a rush I had left my bra in my handbag while getting changed, and I could already feel my nipples rubbing against the wall. Sam stopped applying pressure and stepped back, but kept me firmly in my place with one hand flat on my lower back as the other stroked through my hair, untangling knots and it fell through his fingers. For a moment I felt a light tug, and I lay unsure of what I was supposed to do, before it became (literally) painfully obvious.

He had reached his hand up into my hair until he was only an inch or two away from my head before forming a fist, and pulling slightly upwards and away from the wall. My eyes stared at the ceiling as I began to see stars. My pupils dilated before closing my eyes and moaning. I could feel his breath, hot and heavy on my face as he released tension slightly and let me relax. "Sam..." I tried to stop myself from making anymore sounds, but couldn't help as a little eep slipped past. He began to tug my head in the downward direction and I followed what he wanted me to do and got on my knees.

He leaned against the wall and played with my head as I began to unbuckle his belt. With some nifty work it became loose enough for him to step out of them. He was wearing Calvin Klein over a Superhero brand this time, and I was in shock.

With a dick like that, his favourite superhero should've been Black Mamba.

Sam

She looked up at me with big wide innocent eyes, that shone like blue in the dim light of the narrow corridor of her apartment. I also saw her jaw drop when I took off the jeans.

Eh, it was a a gift really. She began tugging at the waistband of my boxers before I shifted slightly to allow them to fall to the floor alongside my other ditched clothing. She held my dick in one hand while adjusting her boobs with the other and I realised she was wearing no bra, which caused even more blood to rush across my body as I became even more light headed. The blood pulsated through my body, causing me to throb slightly under her grip. I could see the outline of her nipples come through the dress as she bit her lip and began jacking me off slowly with both hands; one to control the direction and the other for pleasure. I let out a deep breath and placed both hands on her head and moved it towards my dick. She opened her mouth slightly and started using her tongue on the tip as she started slowly and changed her pace. In a quick change of pace I grabbed her hair and stopped the bobbing rhythm she had started, thrusting my hips and my cock into her mouth as I started throat fucking her. I could hear muffled groans and a little bit of choking. I couldn't help but let out a small grunt.

I backed off and pulled her hair away to let her have a break. She leaned back in and ran her tongue from the base to the tip before she exhaled with heavy breathing and looked up at me with a sexy smirk. "Easy tiger, I still have some of my gag reflex left."

"I know, I could hear it." I answered back, before putting my hands underneath her shoulders to help her stand up.

She flung her arms around my neck and we made out, only for a sec. Even while a younger Sam would say "Ew, that's been on your dick!" Older Sam would tell him, "So has Maude Garrett so shut your bitch ass mouth."

Maude

He kissed me after what felt like the most intense experience of my life. I know guys who had been weird about kissing after a blowjob before, but it never really bugged me.

Plus, Sam's kisses gave me an adrenaline rush and got my heart beating every time, and I don't think I could ever complain about them. He laced his hand into my hand and headed towards the kitchen.

"If you're hungry, I think there might be pizza in the fridge." I let him know. As we turned into the room and towards the dining table, he looked at me with an evil grin. He grabbed the back of his collar with his thumb as he pulled it off and chucked it in a direction I didn't care about.

"No thanks," He paused, biting his lip and staring me in the eye for a few seconds, "I've got what I need to eat right here." He whispered hoarsely, his expression changing from passion to lust as his eyes scanned me.

An immense amount of red flooded my face as I felt him close the gap and put his arms around my back, fiddling with the zip before the entire dress became undone and I managed to step completely out of it.

He took a step back and placed a hand on my boob, using his thumb to play with the nipple. I was standing only in Star Wars underwear, forgetting I even had Victoria Secrets I could've changed to.

"You're on the pill right?" He asked me quietly. I nodded.

He kneeled down in front of me this time. It was very quiet, but I could've sworn I heard him say "I will not be your father." To my uterus while placing his hands over Darth Vader and a AT-AT to remove them and throw them over his shoulder. As soon as they were off I knew he could tell how wet I was, considering it looked like he'd just ran his fingers underneath the tap. I had trimmed my pubes short but not bald - I wasn't an 8 year old girl. He looked up at me with an incredulous look of 'The carpet matches the drapes!' He took a deep breath in before putting his shoulder against my waist and hoisting me up in the air. He lifted about 6 feet off the ground in a fireman's hold and giggled like a schoolgirl. I let out a yelp in surprise as he carried me half way across the room before laying me down gently on the dining room table. I had never actually known he could've done that, even if he'd been to the gym lately.

He spread my legs, and started kissing me on my left knee, running his hand up and down my thighs. He got an inch closer with every kiss, and when he seemed like he was just a kiss away he went straight back to the beginning of the right knee. I lay waiting in agony before he smiled suddenly from the middle to my clitoris, causing my entire body to jump forward in a shock wave of pleasure and surprise. He began to use the flat part of his tongue to cover the entire area. His hands were along the boundary of my hip and leg, with his fingers over the side of my butt cheeks while my fingers were getting tangled in his hair.

He lowered one hand to play with my clit, his thumb running over the small bead as his tongue did all the work. The random patterns he was making hyped up the sensitivity levels in my brain as I threw my head back in complete pleasure.

Sam

I had always used the trick of spelling the alphabet with my tongue when eating out. I opted for something more unique this time. I quietly hummed Men At Work to myself, spelling out each individual letter while mentally singing along.

'd-o y-o-u c-o-m-e f-r-o-m a l-a-n-d d-o-w-n u-n-d-e-r-?'

I let out a deep chuckle - the vibrations from my Adam's apple seemed to turn her on more as she began becoming more vocal. I hope she'd appreciate the pun later - it wasn't often I made a good one. She was from Australia, and I was eati-

Ow. Bringing me back to the task at hand, Maude had began to thrust her pelvis towards my mouth and her knees clattered against my skull, as her breathing got deeper and her moans became louder.

"S-sorry!" She let out shakily, apologising. I looked up to let her know I was listening, but I continued anyway, with more vigour and fervour than before. The knee bangs became harder and the groans became more frequent.

Eating out was a task I didn't typically enjoy. Not that it was bad, it just got boring. I mean, I'd do anything for Maude; this and a hundred times worse. Shit, I'd let her shit on my chest if she really wanted to.

You always find your mind wanders at the worst of times, and you're brought back to reality with the force of a hundred freight trains or something equally traumatic or powerful. In this case, it was Maude orgasming.

"Sam, I-I'm gonna-" She couldn't finish her sentence. From mildly moist peaches, she began to gush into my mouth and I just kept doing my thing. 'Pineapples.' At least that's what I thought I was tasting anyway. It wasn't bad, and I kept on swimming - for lack of a better phrase, as I could watch her eyes roll back into her head and her elbows rest against the table, leaning as far back as she could, saying my names in all sorts of ways; moans, groans, whimpers, screams, opera, and a hundred other notes let me know I was doing a pretty good job.

I stopped with the clit play and eased my way out of her, leaving small kisses, painting a trail, upwards from her stomach, to her boob, following to her neck and eventually just a peck on the lips. She looked up at me with a jokey pout, like she was expecting something more.

She raised one eyebrow and laced her fingers around mine, getting up and tugging me along with her.

She pulled me into her bedroom and kept going towards the En Suite, closing the door behind her. She reached into a mirrored medicine cabinet, pulling out a condom, ripping it open and kneeling down in front of me. She put the condom on the tip and used her (extremely/impressively/strangely) large mouth to slip it down to the base.

She cocked her head to the side smiling at me, before leaning up against the sink, head against the wall, facing me with one leg on top of the sink, knee in the air, with the other reaching down to tippy toe the floor. The prize was staring me straight in the eye.

Every muscle fibre told me to go quickly, hard, fast, and give it everything I had; but ignoring the words of the flash, I knew that slow and steady wins the race.

Maude

Sam was pumping into me with the power of a bull but with the pace of a rhinoceros. The pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever had before. He used his hands to cover my entire body and his mouth to give me the best kisses of my life. I felt my entire body tense up once again, and felt cum leak out of me as Sam kept half smiling while focusing on his work. The tingling sensation left me out of breath and brain dead while recovering. This was the third time I had cum in this slow grinding - it had been going on for what seemed like an eternity and it never got boring.

With sex like that I couldn't understand why he loved the Flash so much.

Sam seemed satisfied with what he had done and led me out of the bathroom. I tiptoed around the mess I had made (that would need mopping up later) before he grabbed me roughly and shoved me down into my queen size bed. I landed face first in a pillow, and I took his advice of "Bite down." because if I hadn't, the police may have turned up on the investigation of murder.

He increased his tempo a hundred times and kept the same strength in every pump as I shrieked in excitement at the top of lungs. The waves of pleasure made me drop in and out of ecstasy. The process lasted about five minutes but had been the greatest five of my life.

"Maude..." I could hear him strain through his teeth. I knew what it meant, and he pulled out quickly as I got on my knees facing him, with a few involuntary noises leaving me as I gripped it entirely and put his dick in my mouth.

'Not bad. Almost like cinnamon.' I carried on carrying on until he begged and ripped himself away from me. We both got up and collapsed on the bed. We were sweating and were in no shape to be going anywhere. He cuddled up to me, just like at his, holding me close and helping me shrink.

"G'night Maude."

"Night bunny." I drifted away into the most satisfying sleep I had gotten in a long time.

Sam (xxx)

I woke up in confusion to my whereabouts.

These were not my walls. Nor my bed. And there seemed to be someone missing.

Oh shit. The events of last night came flooding back to me, as well as the worst headache I'd had since my birthday. Through the pain I managed to inwardly smirk. Made her cum trice - quadruplets if you count the earlier action. I smelt breakfast being cooked somewhere, as I stumbled clumsily out of the bedroom and into the corridor. I picked my boxers off of a house plant, found my glasses on the floor, and walked cautiously towards the kitchen. I didn't remember taking off my socks, but I was barefoot. I squinted as the light hit me from the large windows.

Maude looked like an angel, wearing her hair messily, with my t-shirt slung over her and a pair of frilly pink panties. I took a deep breath in through my nostrils as I waited for the conversation to ensue. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, holding a mug of something. She slipped down to come eye to eye with me.

"My head kills me too." She said remorsefully, handing me a two tablets and a glass of water. I accepted gratefully, dry mouth begging if any relief, thinking about the last thing I had to drink.

Oh. Pineapple.

"Sam, look, if you don't want to date me, I understand, but I can't live like this anymore. I know it's early, and I know we are both hung over, and I don't -"

I cut her off by placing my index finger over her mouth.

"Shh. Rambling." Was all I said, downing the water. "And this is what I think of what you think." I leaned in and pecked her on the lips, putting my arm around my shoulder and bringing her in to the nook of my neck.

She smiled and looked down at the floor.

"Good," she sighed, "I'm glad."

A minute of comfortable silence passed, both of us nursing our headaches and enjoying one another's presence. I played with her fingers and admired her triforce tattoo.

"Oh fuck, work." I said, face palming and looking frantically for a clock.

"Jeremy's given everyone the day off."

"Thank god for that." Relief filled my face, but I felt something coming up against my throat. I stopped myself from gagging. I hated being hungover. I'd usually get it out of my system, but I was too embarrassed to in front of Maude. "Do I get my tee back?" I asked inquisitively.

"Nope!" Came a cheery answer.

"Well, how am I gonna get home?"

She frowned and lowered her eyebrows, letting me know she was more than displeased with the idea of heading back.

"I need to shower!"

She gave me a smug grin that let me know that showering was no longer an alone-time activity.

"Fine," I gave in. "Can we get breakfast first?" She nodded happily, serving up some leftover Pizza Eggs © for me and just pizza for her.

As we were sitting and munching quietly a loud noise popped.

Maude

"What is that, a coffee machine?" A large grin covered Sam's face as the muffled comment almost made me spit out my food laughing.

"Close, it's the pot of tea I invited you in for...but it can wait." I grinned, grabbing him hastily and rushing off to more pressing matters.

Thought that was a good stopping point. That was awful to write, even worse to edit, so I threw in more Sourcefeddy stuff to wash the taste out of your (my) mouth. Also, got mentioned in Part 2 of Smaude Reads Fanfiction! Maybe we can get a video of our own some day. Or even better - the real thing. Anyway, I was thinking about wrapping this story out with a last chapter containing short stories of the future. Read and review, let me know what you think!