A: Whatcha in the mood for for dinner?
Addison finished up blow drying her mess of white hair before trying to tame it into something Seabrook would deem as presentable.
Zed jogged up the steps and through the front door. "I'm home! Gonna shower, then head back out."
Z: You pick lol
In his room, he tossed his gym bag onto the floor and began tossing his clothes into the hamper. He had fifteen minutes before he'd need to leave to go pick up his girlfriend for date night.
A: Hey, I got home early. I can pick you up- it's faster.
Correction, he had a half hour to himself. Contrary to popular belief, he had no problem riding around in Addison's powder-blue mid-sized model. It was her sweet sixteen present, brand new. Zed's used sedan had several previous owners and required him to duck while driving.
Z: Sounds good!
They still had to decide where to eat. Places in Seabrook proper were great, the food was organic and often gourmet, but the portions were always small. God forbid someone chow down every once in a while.
A: Practice got you hungry?
Z: You know it
A: Z-town diner?
Z: Brain burgers for dinner? Count me in
She wouldn't admit it, but she would love a greasy burger too, far away from the folks that would judge her for it. As she drug the gloss wand across her lips, she pictured the glitter on top of the bun…then where it usually ended up after date night- on her boyfriend's lips. Her mind wandered back to the last time they were alone together…Her heart sped up a little and she crossed her legs. Maybe something like that could happen again. Maybe he wanted something like that to happen again too? He was a teenage guy…of course he did. She HAD offered to drive after all…Her car had a backseat that was a lot more…maneuverable. A surge of bravery gave her an idea. With a slow exhale, she sent a risky message.
He cranked the shower on and grabbed a towel while the water heated up. Just before he put his phone down on the counter, it buzzed again.
A: I know something you can try for dessert ;)
He put the phone down, thinking of the great shakes at the diner, until the emoji struck him. With wet hands, he fumbled for the phone again.
"Holy shit..." He ran his hand through his hair nervously. Sure, it made sense. The last time they were together, she'd 'tried' him. Sure, he'd hoped that would happen again in the near future, but he wasn't sure how near a future. And this? This was somehow...better? Potentially?
Usual soap, more vigorous scrubbing to get rid of the man sweat, followed by the expensive body wash that smelled like cologne- solid plan. He'd gotten into the shower, hard already, but hoped it would go away. The time crunch wasn't ideal. Colder water didn't help, as he couldn't get his mind away from Addison. He thought back to the futon in the basement: his hands under her shirt...how she somehow always smelled like cotton-candy. Without conscious thought, he gripped himself and began a slow stroke. Her kissing his neck. Her moving down. Her hand ON him. Her MOUTH on him. It sped up, causing him to lean into the wall for support.
"Zeeeeeed! I need you down here!"
His hands on her. His hand in her pants. His fingers IN her. Tonight, his MOUTH-
"ZED NECRODOPOLIS!"
His forehead smacked into the showerhead, startled by his dad's voice on the other side of the door, "Fuck!"
"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
"I'm coming!" He yelled back in exasperation. "...Except I'm not..." Zevon's call was enough to turn off the urge.
A hoodie counts as a shirt, right?
"Hey! I know you're trying to head out- but we gotta talk real quick. Sit down." Zed's dad patted his shoulder. "Founders day, scouts are walking in the parade."
Zed sat at the table and leaned to look out the window, "So's the football team."
"Right. Well, its apparently a tradition that the girls go camping afterward. With it being Zoey's first year and all, she's nervous. They need more chaperones anyway, so I signed up to be a 'troop dad' or whatever."
"You? Troop dad? Very funny. You gonna wear a little vest and beret too? Do they make one big enough for your head?"
"Listen here dumbass-"
"No, no, for real. You're a good dad. Not many would brave the woods with a bunch of little girls. I'm sure they'll need you to...handle the fires and whatever." Addison's car pulled into the driveway. "That's my ride!"
"You're not driving?"
"Nah- this was faster."
"Point is, you gotta hold down the fort while I'm gone, alright? Don't burn the place down. No parties-"
"Yeah sure! Maybe I'll have Bonzo over or something."
"Fine! But if you two touch my beer- I swear-"
"Bye dad!"
Despite having agreed on eating at the diner, neither of the two adolescents were particularly interested in food. Nevertheless, they got burgers and made small talk, all the while shifting nervously in the booth. When the AC kicked on, and Addison shivered, Zed noticed that her nipples became apparent through her hoodie. She hadn't worn anything under it...just for him. His heart pounded and his mouth got dry. When he signed the check, he hadn't even read the amount. Some waiter's night was made with a 40% tip. He didn't care- more important things were to come. They urged each other back to the car as quickly as possible.
Her car swirled around mountain bends hidden in the forbidden forest until it reached a cliff facing the town. The pastel lights of Seabrook twinkled in the distance as the stars twinkled overhead. The vents leaked in the smell of pine.
"Yo, this is a killer view. How'd you find this place?"
"The wolves showed me. I thought you would like it." Addison turned the car off, unbuckled her seatbelt, and leaned into her seat. "So…"
Zed snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, "So…" His lips brushed hers.
She reached behind the center console and slid herself up, over it, and into the back seat, "You coming?"
"God I hope so," He attempted to wedge himself in between the two front seats, but twisting and turning failed to provide enough room. "Well, shit."
"Damn those dreamy broad shoulders." She teased, biting her lip.
That face caused a frenzy. He yanked open the door, almost falling into the grass on his way to join her in the backseat. As he shut the door behind them, she drug the zipper of her hoodie down until it detached.
"Oh man…" He was practically drooling as he joined her on the bench.
She cupped his face and kissed him as his hands found her waist. In a moment, coming up for air, she looked him in the eye and gave an affirmative nod. Gently, he slid his hands up and pushed back the two sides of her jacket, exposing her chest for the first time.
"Wow…"
"What?" She blushed, "They're just boobs. I know you watch porn-you've seen boobs."
"Not YOURS." A sweet smile crept up his blushing neck, "You're really…beautiful…" Staring for too long felt wrong, so he kissed her again, this time urging his tongue into her mouth. She accepted, and reciprocated. Her heart thudded violently, and she wondered if he could feel it under his hands. When they were kids, well, younger, kissing was just that-kissing- perfectly satisfying in and of itself. Now, at the end of adolescence and teetering on the brink of adulthood, kissing was just the preamble to something else. The stakes were higher now, and kissing just wasn't enough.
Clearly, he shared her sentiment. His mouth moved to her neck, gently nibbling her collarbone before moving further south. As a sort of test, he pecked the fleshy tissue. Having a positive reaction, he continued, kissing and caressing her soft skin. His skin was so dull, and everything that wasn't green was grey. Her body spanned the range of pinks, whites, and even blue in her eyes- the colors were so vibrant.
The car's timer apparently ended, turning off the interior lights. Zed shook his phone to activate the flashlight and placed it strategically on the floorboard. It cast a dim, blue light through the backseat.
Colors- his curiosity peaked as he debated if ALL her hair was white. He rested a hand on her thigh, and slowly inched it up, returning his mouth to hers. As his hand pushed between her thighs, she shifted them open to accommodate him.
"Addison Wells," He teased, "Is this a THONG? Does your MOTHER know that you have this?"
"Stooooop," She pushed his chest playfully, then lifted her hips off the bench. "You gonna take it off or what?"
Zed shook his head and blinked in disbelief. In his eyes, this was like being invited to open the best Christmas present ever. He pulled the small collection of strings down her legs and tossed them into the floor. His hand went to her center, attempting to mimic the position he had that night in the basement.
She gripped at his neck without breaking their kiss as he massaged her. He kept his pace until she was practically purring in his ear, then withdrew suddenly.
"What?" She whispered with a quiet desperation.
He raised his eyebrows playfully as he moved off the bench and knelt in front of her. "I'm ready for dessert."
Surprisingly, her legs clamped shut.
"Addie? I thought…"
"I know, I know. I offered…but I…I changed my mind." Addison crossed her arms and scooted away from him.
Speaking of Christmas, he looked like a child who had just been told Santa wasn't real. It wasn't just disappointment- there was hurt in his eyes. "It's ok…you can change your mind. That's totally fine." He rejoined her on the seat and wrapped his arm around her.
"Zed, I'm sorry."
"No, it's cool."
"I can help YOU out, if you want." She reached across his lap and noticed that he'd deflated in a literal sense too.
"Yeah…maybe in a sec…" He was confused, but didn't want to come across as pushy, or worse, whiny. "Um…don't get me wrong- I'm not trying to push you or anything…but…was there something that made you change your mind or…"
With a sigh, she straightened out her hair, "You didn't do anything wrong or anything…I just…it's different."
"Using my mouth instead of my hand? Kinda I guess."
"Well yeah because…I mean with your mouth, you have to be THERE, like down there down there…"
"Yeah…?"
"It's weird."
"Yeah, it's all new to me too."
"I mean ITS weird."
"Oral?"
Addison looked down and back up.
"You mean your lady parts?" He stifled a smile.
"Zed, stop. I'm not kidding."
"Sorry, sorry. I just…I mean you know I joke about having a lopsided mushroom sprouting out from a pile of moss."
She cracked a smile.
"So I don't know how you could have anything that would rival that tbh…"
"I don't want you to judge me-"
"For having a vagina?!" He actually laughed, "Gasp! How dare you! I- a teenage boy- had no idea that you- a teenage girl- had a vagina! Other than, you know, putting my fingers in-"
"I get it." She smiled sheepishly. "Are you sure?"
Once he got the vibe that she was ok, Christmas was back on. "Don't make me beg."
"Maybe I want you to beg."
"PLEASE let me try. I want to make you feel good." He leaned her back to get a better angle.
Shaking, she surrendered to his pleas.
Softly, he lifted her skirt and ducked under it. Immediately, he was surprised by the heat that radiated from her body. Lighting was limited, but he took a second to check out what he was working with. He'd seen the biology textbook, and he'd seen plenty of porn, but this was HIS girlfriend. He started with his fingers again, to get her comfortable…or the comfortable kind of uncomfortable. She writhed against the seat. Once he was sure, he moved forward, the warmth of his breath causing her to twitch.
First, he kissed the inside of each thigh. Then, he carefully ran his tongue across her slit. She nearly leapt off the seat.
"Shhh," He chuckled, reaching for her hips to pin her down.
To begin with, she squirmed and cried out. Unsure of quite what to do, he licked all over, and even attempted to enter her with his tongue. Quickly though, her movements, and her sounds became less.
"Addie?" He returned from under her skirt.
"Yeah!"
"…I'm going to be honest…I don't know what I'm doing."
"That's ok! We can figure it out!"
"You like my fingers…What's up with my mouth?"
"I don't know…"
He watched her face and raised an eyebrow, "You do know."
"Ok! It's just…I feel like…You know with a dog? When you hide its pill in a spoonful of peanut butter?"
"Oh my God."
"No offense!"
He sighed. This was unlike him. He picked up new skills with ease, and regularity. With more practice, he was certain he could learn. "Ok…so do you ever…WATCH…stuff?"
"God no!"
"Ok! Well! I'm just trying to figure out what you like!"
"I don't know!"
Mentally, he went through the list of what he did to her…and then he got an idea, "Do you ever…help yourself?"
"What?!"
"Oh come on! Be real!"
Addison's eyes darted around, "Ok…MAYBE!"
His grin came back with a vengeance, "Ok then 'maybe'…what do you do when you're alone?"
"You know! I mean…I touch myself…"
"Show me."
"Zed!"
"Do you want me to get you off tonight or nah?"
She sighed.
"No judgement…" He assured as he carefully separated her legs further.
Slowly, she reached between her own legs. Her fingers pressed together like a swimmer's hand, and gently began to slide up and down over her most sensitive spot. It was a general friction, softer, less specific than a tongue going in circles or spelling out any letters.
"God, you're sexy…Addie that's so hot…" Watching her, he had to remind himself to breath. It was a fantasy come to life, and the bulge in his pants reminded him that as soon as she was finished, it would be his turn. The lightbulb went off.
He caught her wrist and licked her hand, before returning to his spot between her legs. He tried to make a wall with his tongue and move it back and forth. As soon as he did, she gasped and clamped her thighs around his ears. Those muscles prevented what would've otherwise been a very confident smile.
She'd never felt such intense pleasure. When she touched herself, she had to tense or flex muscle groups to help herself feel something. Here, now, no such work was required. It was as though he was drawing it out of her. The idea of him between her legs that had earlier made her uncomfortable, now turned her on even more than she thought possible. Her brain wandered to what else was possible.
"Zed," She moaned as he continued, "Zed." Her hand pulled his hair back, moving his head away from her. He looked confused until his eyes met hers, "I want you."
"I want you too-" His hand gripped at her thigh, almost covering it.
"Zed, I want to do it…now."
"For real?"
She nodded, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him to her for a kiss. He caught her hand and brought it to his chest. It unzipped, and her hand trailed between his pecs and down his abs, following the thin trail of green hair. He'd started to sweat a little, and his chest heaved with each breath.
Zed shifted her over on the bench and lifted himself onto it, without breaking the contact of their lips. He unbuttoned his jeans and shifted the flap of his underwear open. On and off, all night he'd been hard. This was finally time. Addison put her hands on his shoulders to lift herself into his lap, straddling him, and pressing their bare chests together for the first time. It would be as easy as her lowering herself-
"Addie, wait." Sincerity overcame his adolescent desires. He cupped her face with one hand. "I want to remember this…I love you."
"I love you too," Out of breath still, she kissed him harder.
He reached under her, his hand barely fitting between them, and shuddered. In one hand, he grasped himself and moved to stroke himself across her, but a sound outside the car stopped him.
"What was that?"
"Zed, shhh-"
The sound became a discernible voice, "Is that Addison's car?"
"Fuck!" Quickly, he shoved himself back into his pants.
She jumped off him and scrambled to zip her own hoodie as he worked his own.
"It is! Addison?!"
Addison popped open the car door, window steamed, "Wynter! Hi!"
Zed exited the vehicle behind her, "Oh! Hey everybody."
A group of werewolves emerged from the tree-line.
"You guys never come out this far! We should hang out!"
"Well, uh, that was…interesting."
"Yeah…Wynter is…talkative."
He smiled and shook his head as she backed the car toward the main road. The window was still sort of fogged. "Um, hey…sorry we got interrupted earlier…"
"Yeah, no, not your fault…Um…Maybe…maybe it was a good thing."
"Actually…yeah…it got kinda heated…"
"Yeah, and don't get me wrong, I still want…"
"No, yeah! Same! I just want it to be…special-God! Does that sound cliché or what?"
"Ha! Maybe a little, but…No, you're right…Besides, we haven't really talked about it. And I need birth control or something right?"
"Yeah for sure. I'll uh…grab some condoms? I guess? If that's ok with you?"
"I mean yeah…for whenever we get a chance…but, I'm not sure I want it to be in a car. Not exactly romantic-"
"No, I think the empty water bottles and fast food napkins are a nice touch." He laughed and leaned his head against the window, attempting to play it cool. Really, he wracked his brain for a place they may have to themselves. If he could just have the house to himself- "Addie!"
She swerved, "Shit! What?!"
"Why'd you do that?!"
"I thought you saw a deer or something!"
"No no! I have it! Founder's day! After the parade, Dad is taking Zoey camping with Seabrook scouts. He asked me to 'hold down the fort', so I will have the house to myself for the night...So WE can have the house to OURselves."
"Lol, what every girl dreams of. Little league trophies on the wall. Ragged stuffed animal on the bed. Gym clothes rotting in the hamper. Just like the movies."
Zed deflated, "I mean...yeah I guess you're right...we'll find something-"
"Zed! I'm just kidding." Addison reached over for her boyfriend's hand, "It sounds perfect."
"Really?!" He sat up a little straighter, "Ok! Um...I'll get candles or something? I'll make it special- I promise! Candles, condoms, anything else? Chocolate maybe? Too much alliteration? I feel like a pharmacy would have all those things..."
She grinned, "You're such a dork...but I love that...Ok...two weeks."
He nodded, "We've been together for two years. I can wait two more weeks."