There is a quite well known saying about the rapidity of time, or rather the one's perception thereof, during happy times. It goes: Time flies when you're having fun. Of course, time itself doesn't really speed up when you are amused, it's only that you become so involved in what you are doing that you lose track of time. That happens even when you're not quote unquote "having fun." For instance, when engaged in a mentally laborious task, time seemed to slip right through your hands like sand. It's all about concentration. With good times, however - for example, going to an amusement park or being with your girlfriend - time seems to go even faster because you're enjoying yourself so much that you don't want it to end.
This was a logical observation that David had made when he was quite young. He realized that while doing something he enjoyed, time seemed to speed up, while when he was doing something he did not enjoy, it slowed down. Why, an hour can be an extremely short unit of time or an exceptionally long one depending on how you fill that period.
Never, however, had such an incredibly long amount of time passed in what felt like a flash. Though a genius, David was still only a child, and for children, their perception of time is different for a very scientific reason. See, when you are young, smaller chunks of time represent a much larger percentage of your lifespan. To a six year old, one year may compose 23.921 percent of their life, while to a sixty year old, it represents only .00123 percent squared. So for the six year old, that one year period really is much longer than it is to the sixty year old. David, being a genius but also a small child, had the distinction of knowing that a year was not very long, but feeling like it was anyway. To him, as to most children, summer afternoons seemed to last forever, and looking back on something that happened two weeks ago required him to squint through the gathering mist of ages like a 90 year old man trying to remember the puppy love he felt when he was but a child.
Even though every day, week, and month comprised a large amount of his overall life, the last few months that he had spent with Lisa went by very, very quickly, and even though he felt that they had been together forever, like an old couple rounding third and heading for home, he could clearly remember everything that they done and said, everywhere they had been, every memory that they had made was still crisp and clear in his head. You could say that he remembered everything as though it had only happened yesterday…no small feat for a boy of his age.
So yes, the saying "time flies when you're having fun" absolutely applied here, and David had certainly been having fun over the past couple of months.
He and Lisa had both been placed into special classes at Royal Woods Elementary for advanced students: The best and brightest K-6th graders in three counties were sent to RWES to attend the program, which had been started around David and Lisa. They were the only students from Royal Woods proper who attended these classes, which is why kids from surrounding counties, and even as far away as Detroit, were included. The program began when the superintendent realized that David and Lisa were far ahead of their grade level in virtually every aspect. He believed that keeping them in regular classes would be a waste of their potential, but he also didn't want to create a special class for just the two of them as he felt it would be too isolating. David understood his concerns but honestly, as long as he had Lisa with him, he didn't particularly care about anyone else. He was friendly with a few other kids, but he could see them at lunch and at recess.
All of that to say: David and Lisa were together in class all day long, from the first bell to the final. They ate lunch together, played at recess together, and were constant companions. When school let out, they would often go over to one another's houses. Mainly, David would go to Lisa's. Her sisters had grown to like him - Lori even jokingly referred to him as the little brother I never had, mainly to get under Lincoln's skin - and Lana and Lola were always fighting over who would get to play with him, Lola wanting elaborate tea partes where most of the guests were stuffed animals and Lana wanting to arm wrestle or have farting constests. Lisa's mother Rita had also taken quite a shine to him and he, in turn, had taken quite a shine to her as well. During their trip to the beach all those months ago, David had accidentally seen her naked, and was enthralled by the shapes and curves of her body.
One day, he hoped, Lisa would look just like that.
And he couldn't wait.
Though he was still very young and not well versed in matters such as these, seeing Rita like that had awakened the first faint stirrings of his sexuality. It wasn't a pressing, all consuming inferno like it was for older boys, but he was definitely aware of what he liked and what he wanted in the future. That, of course, would all come later. Knowing what he did about hormones and biology, he was prepared for his teen years to be a time of trial and tribulation, for his mind to switch from the higher capacity that it enjoyed now to the base, lizard brain of an adolescent obsessed with sex.
From some of the older boys he knew, it looked like a nightmare.
Hopefully it would not be as bad for him as it seemed to be for other boys, but while hoping for the best, he was absolutely preparing for the worst.
Anyway, on that December morning, things like sex and puberty were vague and ill defined shapes on the far horizon. The kitchen of the Loud House was a buzzing hub of activity, filled with the warm, inviting aroma of homemade cookies, a stark contrast to the chilly Mid-December weather outside. Six-year-old geniuses, Lisa Loud and her boyfriend David, were seated at the kitchen table, their heads buried in thick college-level math books. Their idea of "goofing off" was certainly unconventional, but it was just another day for these prodigious minds.
They had spent months together since their weekend getaway at the beach house with Lisa's boisterous family. Those few days by the sea had been a turning point in their relationship, and David had proven himself not only to Lisa but also to her mother, Rita Loud, during a heart-to-heart conversation six weeks ago.
David had earned Mrs. Loud's trust by fixing up her laptop with his IT expertise, ensuring that she could submit all her work assignments on time. It was a simple act of kindness, but it went a long way in solidifying his place in the Loud family's heart. Now, he was not just Lisa's boyfriend but also someone Rita trusted with her tech troubles.
As they dove deep into complex mathematical equations, their youthful faces scrunched up in concentration, Lisa occasionally pushed up her glasses while David absentmindedly twirled a lock of his hair. They were in their own little world, oblivious to the chaos that usually surrounded the Loud House.
In the midst of their calculations, Rita Loud, the matriarch of the Loud family, closed her laptop with a satisfied sigh. She stretched her arms, momentarily freeing herself from the clutches of work. Christmas was approaching, and even in this brilliant mathematical duo's world, the festive spirit was taking hold.
With her laptop tucked safely away, Rita headed to the fridge, intent on retrieving a large bowl of leftover gravy from Thanksgiving. The rich, savory scent wafted through the kitchen as she carefully pulled out the container. The family had intended to dispose of it, realizing it had long since turned spoiled.
But, as fate would have it, the mischievous twins, Luna and Luan, had left a toy car rolling aimlessly on the floor. Rita's distracted mind didn't register the small hazard until it was too late. Her foot landed squarely on the miniature vehicle, sending her into an awkward dance of unbalance.
With a startled cry, Rita tried to steady herself, but her feet gave way on the treacherous hardwood floor. The bowl of cold, spoiled gravy slipped from her grasp, tracing a graceful arc through the air.
As the bowl of gravy soared through the air, it seemed like an ominous projectile aimed directly at Lisa, threatening to drench her in the spoiled mess. Panic washed over her, but before she could react, David, with lightning-fast reflexes, side-bumped her away from the impending disaster. The bowl, released from his grasp, splattered across him instead, covering him from head to toe in a gelatinous, brown cascade.
The entire Loud family, who had been frozen in shock at the gravy's mid-air acrobatics, collectively gasped as they watched David take the brunt of the mess. Lisa, spared from the gravy onslaught, stood wide-eyed and relieved. She blinked at David, who was now a gravy-covered hero in her eyes.
Rita Loud, ever the nurturing and capable mother, swiftly took charge of the situation. After grounding the mischievous twins and sending them upstairs, she hoisted David up, his gravy-soaked clothes clinging to him. With a reassuring smile, she said, "Come on, dear. Let's get you cleaned up."
She led him to the bathroom, where she turned on the bathtub, filling it with warm water and soap. David, still recovering from the shock of the gravy incident, followed her with a sheepish expression.
Meanwhile, Lisa couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. Her heart swelled with admiration for her boyfriend's quick thinking and selflessness. She knew David was special, but in that moment, he had proven himself to be extraordinary.
In the kitchen, Luna took charge of dinner arrangements, knowing that Papa Loud was still at his restaurant, working tirelessly to provide for the family. She picked up the phone and ordered a batch of pizzas from Gus' Games & Grub, ensuring that the evening wouldn't be marred by the gravy mishap.
Back in the bathroom, Rita began helping David peel off his gravy-soaked clothes, careful not to let any more of the mess spread. Her shirt had also been splattered during her heroic dash to save her daughter, but she paid it no mind. She was just so moved by David's act of heroism that a little gravy-stained clothing was a small price to pay.
As Rita tended to David, she couldn't help but smile. She had witnessed something truly special, not just in her daughter's relationship but in David himself. It was moments like these that reminded her of the incredible bond shared by the Loud family, and she was grateful for each and every member, including the genius couple who had added a unique spark to their chaotic lives.
She turned the knob above the facet and water began to spill out, splashing and gurling down the ungarded drain with a chugging sound. She took the drain stop from the corner of the tub, plugged the hole, and turned to David, who was now standing before her in his underwear, his bare feet planted firmly on the cold tiles. She plucked the gravvy smeered glasses from the little boy's face, went over to the sink, and turned on the warm water. Using the corner of a fluffy red towel, she washed and wiped the glasses, making sure they were clean and free of any mark or streak
As she did so, she tossed a quick glance over her shoulder at the little boy. He was still standing there in his underwear, only now his arms were crossed over his scrawny chest, not out of shame or to preserve his modesty, but because he was cold. "Take off your clothes," she said in a soft, motherly voice, meaning, of course, his underwear, as everything else was already off.
A slight little grin cleaved across David's face and a twinkle entered his eye. "You don't have to tell me twice," he said.
Jamming his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, he pulled them down, shimmying his hips to the left and right to assist in getting them off. They pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away. Now he was naked in front of Rita just as she had once been naked in front of him…well, kind of. That night at the beach house, she was a good twenty to thirty feet away from him, perhaps even more, a goddess figure in the distance. Now she was barely five feet from him, and the vague thought that the only thing separating them was the thin layer of her own pants was deeply exciting to him. Tingles raced up and down his spine and he felt the faint sensation of stirring in his loins, though nothing outwardly happen - no erection, that is.
Rita folded the arms of his glasses closed and sat them on the edge of the sink. Then, much to David's shock and delight, she crossed her arms over her chest in an X and lifted her own shirt over her head in a spill of blonde hair. David's jaw dropped open, almost clacking against his chest, and his eyes grew to twice their normal size, closely resembling petri dishes, the likes of which he and Lisa used in their joint scientific experiments. His stomach fluttered as if against the beating wings of a thousand and one butterflies and his brain scrambled, something akin to dumbfoundment coming over him. For a second, he could not process or compute what she was doing or why.
Then it struck him.
She was getting naked.
His heart jogged in his chest and his stomach crumpled like a tin can. He was going to see her naked, and instead of her being fifty feet away like she was the last time, she was going to be five feet away…maybe even closer.
Rita tossed her shirt away and unbuttoned her pants. She figured that bathing David would get her wet and dirty anyway, so why not take a bath herself? She pulled her panties down, kicked them aside, and then took off her panties, bending slightly forward to pull them over her foot. David stood agog behind her, his eyes greedily drinking in her body. Once again, she was naked in front of him, so much closer this time that he could make out the dimples at the base of her spine and the fine hairs covering her body. His eyes darted first to her well-pedicured feet; her toenails were painted a light shade of pink that put him in mind of her moist and sparkling , slowly, his gaze travelled up her body, lingering on her smooth and silky skin. Her thighs were meaty - an unappealing description not befitting a romance novel, he knew, but that was the first word that came to his mind. Her rear was plump and rounded, the globes of her buttocks jiggling slightly as she lifted one leg and then the other. Her butt cheeks breifly spread and David caught a quick and tantalizing flash of her pink middle.
Done taking off her underwear, she turned to face him, and David couldn't help oogling her body. Her teardrop breasts were full and firm, her nipples pink and erect, her areola ringed with gooseflesh. David's mouth went dry and his heart began to pound even faster than it had been before as he prepared to look lower. His eyes slid down her body and stopped at the junction of her thighs. Coarse blonde hair covered her opening, thick and abnundant, denying him a view of the sweet fruit beyond.
That was okay, however. As a young, immature boy, he was inordinatelty drawn to her massive breasts. He stared at them for so long that she couldn't not possibly fail to notice and realize what he was doing. His mouth began to strangely water.
Oh the milk those teats could produce.
An imagine came to his mind then, flashing out of nothing like a gunshot in the dark. It was a vision of Rita cradling him to her chest like he was a big, overgrown baby. They were both naked, and in this vision, David latched onto her nipple and began to suck. He could vividly imagine the way it would feel in his mouth, though he didn't have any idea how it would taste, as he had never sucked a nipple before. However, he imagined her warm breast milk filling his mouth and spilling down the back of his throat. He did not know how that would taste either, but he imagined it being rich and thick and filling.
He shook his head slightly and the vision disappeared like a cloud of smoke. He looked back at Rita, who was standing there. She started to put her hair up in a bun to keep it from getting wet in the bath, and her breasts lifted as she raised her arms. Hot steam filled the air and a thin layer of slick moisture coated everything.
Thank goodness he's near-sighted or he wouldn't have enjoyed the view as much.
As Rita stepped into the bathtub, she carefully positioned herself and David, settling him on her lap. With practiced ease, she wasted no time in getting to work, using the warm water, soap, and a hint of fruit-scented shampoo to begin scrubbing away the stubborn gravy from the little boy's head and face.
David, still somewhat in shock from the gravy incident and now facing away from Mama Loud, couldn't quite believe what was transpiring. The entire situation felt surreal, and he was momentarily at a loss for words. The gentle touch of Rita's hands and the soothing sensation of the water and soap started to calm his racing heart.
As Rita lathered up her pink loofah and carefully began scrubbing his hair, David finally found his voice. "Mrs. Loud, I'm so sorry about the gravy. I didn't mean to... to get it all over me."
Rita smiled warmly, her motherly instincts in full swing as she continued to work on cleaning him up. "It's quite all right, David," she reassured him. "Accidents happen, especially in this house. You were quick on your feet back there, and you saved Lisa from a messy situation. I'm proud of you."
David blushed again. He could feel her slick skin against his, the fullness and weightiness of her breasts pushing and slightly flattening against his back. Her nipples were hard and they prodded against him every time she moved or shifted. Her coarse pubic hair brushed his butt and he was slightly uncomfortable because of this.
Soon, the disbelief and discomfort faded, and he realized that this was probably as close to heaven as one could ever hope to get. He was not a religious boy (though he did not entirely discount the concept of creationism) but he couldn't help wondering if that pan of gravy hadn't actually hit him in the head and killed him. That would account for how he wound up here in paradise.
Rita had left the door open when she took him into the bathroom and just then, Leni walked by in the hallway, a flash of green and yellow. A split second later, she backed up and turned to look at them. She remembered that her mother was giving David a bath - one of those things that went in one ear and out the other - and her lip stuck out in a slight pout. She clearly remembered the days when she was little and Mom would bathe her the way she was bathing David right now, and a deep and pervasive sense of nostalgia came over her.
David, feeling a mix of gratitude and slight embarrassment, couldn't help but voice his concern. "Isn't this a bit much?"
Rita, with her characteristic warmth and sincerity, turned to him and shook her head. "Not in the slightest, David," she replied, her eyes reflecting her appreciation for his actions. "You saved my daughter from being covered in spoiled gravy. If that wasn't a heroic act, I don't know what is. It's the least I could do."
Her words carried the weight of a mother's gratitude, and David felt a swell of pride in his chest. He had always known the Loud family was unique, but in that moment, he realized just how much they cared for one another. Rita's gesture, while seemingly simple, spoke volumes about the kind of family he had become a part of.
With a grateful smile, David nodded in understanding, finally starting to feel at ease with the unexpected turn of events. In the Loud House, heroism came in many forms, and sometimes it was as simple as saving a bowl of gravy from splattering all over a loved one.
Once David was clean and the gravy was all gone, Rita whispered in David's ear for him to turn around and face her. He did so and his eyes went instantly to her breasts. Rita noticed this and a warm smile touched her face, "Would you like to suck on them?" she asked.
David's heart leapt and his mouth went instantly dry. He looked up at the older woman and she nodded slightly as if to assure him that he had heard her right and that she meant what she had said.
David was utterly baffled and taken aback. "H-How long?" he asked.
"One minute for each," Rita said.
David nodded.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned in and grazed his lips tentatively over Rita's nipple. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it, savoring the clean smell and salty taste of her skin. Rita tilted her head back and ran her fingers through David's hair as he suckled her nipple, lapping hungrily with his tongue and cupping her free breast with his hand, massaging it, stroking her nipple, and kneading it like a cat. Rita held him close as he sucked away in extacy. She was reminded of when she used to breastfeed Lori. It was both relaxing and slightly arousing.
David switched breasts and sucked the other one. Rita made breathy sounds of delight in the back of her throat and grazed her fingernails lovingly over David's scalp, sending tingles of pure sensation streaking down his back. They both lost track of time and David sucked her tit for a good three minutes instead of one before she made him unlatch and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
With David now clean and drying off in just a towel, Rita, in her pink robe, stepped out of the bathroom. She turned to her daughter, Lisa, whose advanced knowledge of chemistry was well-known within the family. "Lisa, dear," she said, "could you use your advanced chemicals to do laundry for David's and your own clothes? We want them fresh and clean."
Lisa nodded enthusiastically, always eager to put her scientific knowledge to practical use. "Of course, Mom," she replied, grabbing the soiled clothes and heading to the laundry room.
This time, instead of Rita carrying David, Leni, the fashion-conscious and air-headed but well-intentioned older sister, offered her assistance. With a sweet smile, she said, "C'mon, David. Let's get you to my parents' bedroom so you can dry off on their bed."
David, still wrapped in the fluffy towel and his glasses slightly askew, couldn't help but chuckle at the kindness and quirkiness that defined the Loud family. He allowed Leni to lead him to the bedroom, where he could finish drying off in comfort.
Meanwhile, Rita made her way to the basement to retrieve her and David's laundered clothes and change into them. The Loud House was a whirlwind of activity, but it was also a place filled with love, support, and the occasional gravy mishap.
By the time Rita and David were both clean and dry, the pizza delivery boy arrived with two pepperoni pizzas, a 2-liter coke, and a batch of brownies. Luna, the family's rock 'n' roll enthusiast, took charge of the situation, paying for the food and generously tipping the delivery boy.
Lori and Leni, the eldest sisters, carried the delicious spread to the dining table, ensuring that the family would enjoy a hearty dinner. Luan, the resident prankster, with her trusty sidekick Mr. Coconuts, brought some pizza slices to the twins' room, making sure they were well-fed too.
David, now fully clothed in clean attire, finally got to enjoy the delicious dinner with the Loud family. After satisfying their appetites, he and Lisa settled on the couch, cuddling together as they turned on the TV to watch "The Missing Earth: Triassic Field."
As they leaned against one another, surrounded by the chaotic but loving Loud family, David couldn't help but feel that he had found a second home, where he was not just a genius but a cherished member of an extraordinary family.