The door at the top of the stairs creaked open, spilling yellow light down the rickety wooden stairs and into the darkness. Vibrant colors flashed in rapid succession on the cement wall of the small room, reflecting from the TV on the wall. Heavy boot-steps interrupted the cheery music and recurrent, high-pitched pinging.

"Alright kiddos, I've gotta pick up Zoey from Seabrook scouts. I won't be long." Zevon Necrodopolis watched his teen son and his girlfriend as he unlocked the door to the garage.

Addison and Zed chimed a chorus of "okay"s and "bye"s without looking away from their game.

"Hey- no funny business- you hear me?" He attempted to make a serious face for emphasis, but it was no use. They were too engrossed in their match. Back in his day, a parent couldn't leave two high schoolers alone unless they wanted to be a grandparent early. These days, it seemed the kids were more into their tech-gadgets than each other, but that was fine by him.

They mumbled assurance.

When the door clicked shut, Addison eagerly shifted towards Zed.

"Not yet." His eyes didn't leave the screen. The garage door began grinding open. "Shhh." The car hummed. "Wait for it…" The garage began to grind closed. "Wait for it…" Metal clanked on the pavement, finally confirming they were truly alone. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he lowered his controller to the floor, "Hi there."

"Hello," Her smile matched his as she coyly leaned away from him and settled herself laying back on the old futon.

He followed her down, pressing her into the worn-out cushion. At first, he playfully bumped her nose with his. The small giggle that came from her was immediately silenced by a kiss, the kind of deep, desperate kiss that could only be produced by hormone-crazed adolescents. Only when their mouths and tongues grew tired, did he move to her neck.

She moaned softly, "Zed…be careful-" A small gasp slipped out as he drug his teeth across her skin, "I bruise easily…"

"Do you want me to stop…?" He teased.

"I didn't say that." She closed her eyes and nudged his mouth back to hers.

His hands slid across her torso, one gently coming to rest on the roundness of her chest. This wasn't anything new- they'd reached second base in the back of the limo leaving Prawn.

The party lights hadn't worked in the rental, and despite the parents' requests for money back, the students were rather pleased with the opportunity it had created for shenanigans. It was as if they'd all, simultaneously agreed to ignore whatever happened with each of the couples and never question what may or may not have occurred in the blackness.

The cut of her dress had helped. They made out as usual, and his hand pressed into her waist. In their motions it slid up, but he hesitated. Taking a moment to catch their breath, cheek to cheek, in the dark, she felt it, and nodded to let him know that it was okay. His hand gently cupped her, lightly squeezing. While he'd been delighted with that alone, she felt awkward having him feel up the foam cup in the dress.

Her lips found his ear, and uttered something closer to a breath than a whisper, "You can go under if you want…" This time she felt him nod, and gulp. She was grateful for the dark, hiding her amusement from his shyness. He was always so careful not to push her, and she appreciated his emphasis on consent…but sometimes she wished maybe he would be a little more aggressive.

It was an awkward angle, but fortunately, no one could see. His hand pushed against the neckline of the dress until it was inside. Her skin warmed his cold hand. She sighed into his neck. He tried hard to slow his breathing, as to not sound suspicious, despite the soft noises coming from other corners of the limo.

To begin with, he just held a breast, feeling its size, shape, and weight in his hand, like an exercise of curiosity. Were it not for her sound, and the sudden increased tightness in his tux pants, he may have forgotten it was sexual. His fingers found a nipple, causing her to jump a little. Rolling it gently, her breathing encouraged him.

"Okey-dokey," The driver announced as the limo slowed to a step. "Make sure to grab all your belongings-" The overhead lights cut on, resulting in a panic in the backseat. Students jolted upright and returned their hands to their own persons. The wiping of mouths, adjusting of hair, and zipping of various garments drowned out the rest of the exit message from the driver.

One by one, they scooched around the leather bench and ducked out the door. Addison went to put her hand down, to brace herself as to not tear her dress. Instead of the bench, it fell upon her boyfriend's lap.

"What?" She looked to her hand, assuming it found a hard bottle of something, but quickly withdrew, "Oh God! I'm sorry!"

Zed stuttered in confusion, "What? No! I'm sorry!"

"One more picture!" Somebody's mom cheered from a driveway.

The teens formed a lump in front of the limo and smiled once more before dispersing to wait on their rides home.

"Addie- I didn't mean…I mean-" He whispered.

"Shhh, no I know, I didn't mean to… TOUCH you or anything like that-"

"No, for sure!"

"It's just…"

"What?"

"Are you like…hard right now? Like REALLY hard?" She learned that zombies could blush, but almost a green color.

He shifted sheepishly, "Y-yeah…I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Zed, shhh, don't worry about it. It's totally natural…I think."

"Yeah…yeah, yeah! Uh…It's like…it's like uh…I'm a guy! And you're a girl! And I really like you and you're really REALLY pretty and I was touching-"

"I know! I just didn't mean to-"

"Yeah, no! We'll take it slow."

"For sure!"

"I promise!"

Zed fumbled around, but reaching up under an underwire gave limited access. Physically, she was excited. A pulse pounded in her jeans, and in shifting, she could feel moisture. Mentally, she grew frustrated. It seemed he felt the same as he reappeared from under her pink cheer hoodie.

"Sorry, it's hard to reach-"

"Yeah, I know…Sorry." She watched him linger at her midsection.

He kept her eyes, "Addison…" She didn't pull away, or say anything to suggest he move on. His tone was more serious than usual. "What do you think…I mean…what about-"

"Zed, what?"

"I-I," He exhaled forcefully, then recentered himself, "I want to touch you…IF that's ok with you."

"Like," She looked downward towards her legs and he nodded. Her eyes darted around on the ceiling, "Uh…"

"Nevermind! No worries!"

"Wait!" She covered her face with her hands, "I kind of…I kind of WANT you to but it's…it's weird."

He shook his head with a smile, "What's weird?"

"My…stuff…girl stuff…It's all…wet and weird-"

"I think that's a good thing, right?" He laughed.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing AT you- you're just- you're never shy!"

"This is different!"

"I get that…but yeah, I kinda think everyone's…parts are probably weird. You've seen an anatomy textbook. Not exactly teddy bears and rainbows, Addie."

"I just don't want you to think I'm gross!"

"What are you TALKING about?! I couldn't ever think you're gross-but shit- wait. I don't want to pressure you or anything." Zed's tone shifted again as he grabbed his controller and returned to the main menu. The game had been idling: their characters driving into walls as they were lapped by the bots.

"No wait!" Addison shook with nervous energy, but her "stuff" throbbed. She uncovered her face and sighed. "We just need to find a good angle."

"No, don't worry Addie, really-"

"No, Zed, I…I WANT you to…touch me…there…Please." She put her hand over his on the controller and lowered it back to the floor.

"You're serious?"

"Maybe if you sit in the corner, and then I sit in front of you- then you can reach down-" Her voice confirmed her being serious.

He nodded and followed her instructions, "You can tell me to stop if you change your mind, okay?"

She nodded and swallowed hard, "Okay."

His skinny arm snaked down the front of her hoodie and unbuttoned her jeans, "Babe, you're shaking."

"I'm okay." Her zipper unzipped, and his hand worked it's way between her legs. Even on top of her underwear, he could feel her warmth and wetness. His knuckle explored back and forth, unintentionally shoving the cotton up, between her folds. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and noticing his concentration, realized maybe he was TRYING to stay outside of her underwear. "Zed…you can go under, i-if you want-" She was quickly obeyed, and felt his fingers on her sensitive skin for the first time. It drew a quick breath from her.

With shaky breaths, he allowed himself a moment to get his bearings. A gasp from her let him know he'd found the right spot. His index finger traced back and forth. In the back motion, he discovered the source of the moisture. "Addie…can I go in?"

Her mouth felt dry from panting, "Y-yes."

"Okay," He paused for a second, realizing that not only was he touching a woman, but that he had permission to ENTER a woman. Sure, it was just fingers, but it was something. He'd always been curious. Some movie had mentioned the phrase, "warm apple pie"…and he found it to be…accurate. His index finger dipped into her, drawing a moan from her. His whole body shivered, "God…" He tried to reach as deep as possible, but was limited by the webbing of his fingers. With a gentle prod, he eased in his middle finger.

Addison sucked in air and seemed to move away from him.

"Sorry sorry! Oh God! I didn't meant to hurt-"

"No, shhh, Zed- it's just new. Please go back…"

He steadied himself before reinserting his digits, "God…You're so tight…"

Her head lolled gently on his shoulder, "Now…your th-thumb you can-oh!" Reading her mind, he stretched his thumb forward, stimulating her inside and outside simultaneously. Her body shivered. For the first time, it crossed his mind that maybe this didn't have to be just an experiment. They were in love. They wanted to share their bodies with one another. They were curious. They wanted to learn…BUT…what if he could also give her PLEASURE?

Despite her enjoyment, he knew his hand could only move like that for so long. Instead, he decided to hold that hand steady, and use his leg muscles and other hand to lift and lower her onto it. She seemed to slump as if she were made of gelatin and her eyes closed. He smiled, realizing she was riding his hand. But, again, this was an awkward position for him and it could only last so long. His arm started to burn.

"Zed…" She whimpered, "Oh God…" Her voice reinvigorated him.

"Yeah?" He sped up slightly, understanding that, seemingly against the statistics, he might be able to bring her to climax.

"I…I'm-" It was desperate, and so vulnerable.

He couldn't help himself, "Shhh, go ahead…let go."

On command, her whole form tensed. She cried out and her hands grasped at his legs, for something, for anything, to hold her onto this earth. He felt her muscles pulse around his fingers, and suddenly became aware of the straining in his own pants. He bit into her shoulder gently to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head.

After a few seconds, she relaxed, almost collapsing against him. She hugged his arm to her body and wet her lips for the first time in several minutes. He carefully removed his hands from her pants and noticed how the light reflected off his fingers. For a moment, he debated wiping his hand on his pants, but, instinctively, it went to his mouth. He sucked his fingers and nearly reached his own ending.

"Wow…that was uh…" His face hurt from smiling.

"Incredible," She finally panted, opening her eyes. With a bashful smile, she turned away from him.

"Noooo, Addie, please." He kissed her temple. "That was AMAZING."

"You liked it?"

"You're kidding, right? I uh…" He gently pushed her off his lap.

She felt the friction. "Oh? Oh! You REALLY like that…Um…okay…"

"Yeah, but it's whatever-uh-"

Addison had an internal debate with herself, "Um…if you want…I could…"

"You want to…"

"Touch you."

"Yeah! But only if you want to! Don't feel like you have…" His voice trailed off as she struggled to undo his pants.

"Why are boy buttons hard?"

He leaned his head back onto the futon in disbelief, "It's not the only thing that's hard."

"Clearly!" Sitting next to him, she gently reached down the front of his jeans. His legs shook in response. On top of his underwear was a wet spot. "Uh, Zed, did you already…you know?"

"No! No, it just…it kind of leaks? That sounds weird, uh…" She shrugged. "But no, I'm not d-done!" He twitched as she ran her hand along his length.

With a satisfied expression, she maneuvered the flap to allow the flesh rod to escape. Her hand slowly wrapped around him, appreciating the warmth and noting the pulse she could feel from him. "What do I do? Is it like this?" She began stroking.

"Yes! AH! I mean-yeah! Like that!" His head pressed back into the cushion.

Unknowingly, she would soon face the same problem he did: her wrist would tire, and her mobility would be limited due to his pants. The lubrication already provided had started to dry. His closed eyes and contorted face read as desperate for a release. She worried that she wouldn't be able to give him the same experience he'd given her.

"Zed?" She remembered something she'd overhead the other cheerleaders talk about.

"Yeah?" He strained.

"What if…I could try…do you want me to put it in my mouth?"

"YES!" He cried needily. "Wait! No-no," He seemed to come back to earth, "That's a big step-"

"You don't want it?"

"No! I mean yes I do! But only if-"

She interrupted him by sliding down his sweats. He bobbed back and forth for a minute, causing her to stop and stare. He was right- they weren't aesthetically pleasing. Confronted with what she saw as a slimy, pink mushroom, she bit her lip to withhold any laughter or judgement. She cared for Zed, and she didn't want him to think she thought HE was gross. Instead, she lowered her head to his lap. Her tongue grazed the tip.

He moaned and gripped the cushion. That amused her. She closed her lips and mimicked something she'd once seen in a video online, one that she would never have admitted to having watched, much less searched.

"Oh Addie," His hand wove into her hair. Her jaw hurt, but she liked that he was enjoying himself. His hips rose to her mouth, moving himself further back into her throat with each movement. One leg seemed to jerk rhythmically. As a test, she tried to create some suction in her mouth. "FUCK!" She bobbed her head faster. "Shit, shit!" It twitched in her mouth, and she realized what was likely going to happen. Panicking, she removed her mouth and replaced it with her hand- faster and faster until- "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Another twitch before the explosion. Startled, she let go, causing it to fall against his abdomen and shoot several streaks of white onto his grey t-shirt.

Addison knew she was right: weird was a good way to describe anatomy. She wiped her hand on her pants and sat up straight again.

It took him a few minutes to open his eyes.

"You ok?"

"OKAY? Fucking hell…I'm…WOW…this was...thank you?"

"Ha! I guess, thank you too for-"

The grind of the garage door started up again.

"Shit!" Zed stuffed himself back into his pants while Addison smoothed out her hair.

"Your shirt!"

"Fuck!" He dove for the workout hoodie he'd left on the weight bench, tossed it on, and lept back over the futon before the door unlocked.

"Best two out of three!" Addison demanded, already with her controller back in hand.

"Addison!" Zoey busted in the door and charged them for hugs.

"Hi!"

"Zozo!"

"Get any new badges tonight?"

The little girl launched into a monologue about learning to make friendship bracelets. Her dad smiled and the teens' feigned interest as he disappeared back up the stairs.

"Can I play?" Zoey climbed into Addison's lap.

The older girl passed on her controller, "Of course! Maybe you can beat your dumb brother. I suck at this game." She stuck out her tongue at her boyfriend.

Zed set up a new match for Zoey, and only after she was squealing with excitement on the track, did he turn to Addison and mouth, "That was close."