Chapter 8
The day was ending soon. Well, for Michael, that is. Standing behind the cash register, he attended to a few students checking out their purchases. Despite its library-size design, with the art deco shelves and walls making up all three floors, the bookstore he worked at was almost as empty. It wasn't crowded as it usually was, given the current hour. Once he finished, Michael could leave early (not going to happen). Working beside him, Jasper watched Michael scan a few books, school supplies, and novelty mugs on the counter almost at a snail's pace. The crimson glow of the sun beamed into the store, signifying dawn as the remaining patrons waited in line, on the verge of complaining while glaring daggers at the young man with fingers practically hovering at the keyboard before pressing one button.
Michael stuffed the products in a plastic bag, handed them to the customer, and proceeded to the next one. No attention was paid to the last patron, who flipped him the bird.
"Having trouble moving, pal?" Jasper asked. "With the speed you're going, it's like you don't want to leave the store."
Michael's head snapped, and he looked at his worried friend. "That's ridiculous, dude! I just got a lot on my mind, that's all. It's not like I'm intentionally wasting everyone's time just so I can avoid going home early."
"Does it have anything to do with those 'cousins' of yours?" Jasper questioned suspiciously, using air quotes.
Michael jerked back a little. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, I…" Jasper was lost for words when something caught his goggle-covered eyes, looking passed his friends with an elevated grin. "Hot damn, would you look at that girl over there. I never seen her before."
Michael eyed Jasper's direction.
"What girl? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about that hipster Latina with the nerdy track runner's physique. The one over by the Sci-Fi & Fantasy section," Jasper pointed with an incredibly candid tone.
Michael followed his gaze, and he gasped.
Luz had walked into the bookstore and perused through the aisle. Some caught her eye, but not enough to convince her to buy. With her lingering gaze moving in different directions, the witch-in-training searched from top to bottom, but not for a book as Michael watched her every move.
Oh, God. What is Luz doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be with Anne? No, keep calm, Michael. It would be best to take care of this before anything weird happens.
Before he could jump into action, an image of Hekapoo invaded his mindscape, recalling her advice as Michael frowned.
I might as well cut her some slack and hear her out.
The sounds of idle banter touched Michael's ears, and he looked to his side. Jasper was still talking, and the young man completely ignored him, his expression more disinterested in his friend's appraisal of tomboyish girls with nice butts. Usually, he would join the discussion, sharing tales of which girl in class was the hottest, but there was a time and place for that. This situation wasn't it as Michael hopped over the counter and walked away.
"Keep my spot at the register warm when I get back. I need to have a little chat with that girl over there," Michael ordered, not bothering to see the shocked expression on Jasper's face.
"What? Dude, you really going to hit that. Yeah, I said that tomboy was hot, but I wouldn't dare go hear her. I think there is something off about her," Jasper protested, jumping to conclusions.
Michael rolled his eyes, a half-smile etched, "says the guy wearing a Victorian diving suit and goggles, looking like he just came back from a steampunk convention. Yeah, you're the last person to talk about someone being off, Jasper."
The witch-in-training prowled and skimmed each book. A shadow touched one of the shelves. Luz took notice and turned around. Her expression shifted to a shocked but not so surprised look, almost as if she was expecting its arrival, like when you order a package online and opens the box to see the contents inside. Sure, it's predictable and takes out the fun, but it's still the product you desire.
"Luz, what the hell are you doing here?" Michael inquired with a deadpan expression and arms crossed.
Luz eyed the young man for a second, looking sheepish as she handed him his card, "Hey, Michael. I just came by to give this back to you and that's all I'm here to do. So, since that's all there is and nothing more, I'll be on my way back home," she said with a cowardly edge.
Luz was about to chicken out and make a break for it, but not before Michael grabbed her hand and shook his head; his touch brought the Latina chills.
"You and I know that's complete bullshit and that's why we're going to have a heart to heart, but somewhere away from prying eyes," Luz complied as Michael dragged her into the employee lounge.
Jasper lingered from behind the counter, watching the exchange.
Huh, I stand corrected.
Michael locked the doors, the double bolts inserted. The young man checked the employee lounge and sighed in relief that it was empty. He was in the clear, seeing no gadflies in sight. Arms crossing, his eyes then shifted to his biggest concern present. Leaning her back on the break table, Luz stood idly in wait. Her sheepish expression was still plastered as her gaze darted from side to side, to the tackey inspirational posters on the walls to the brewing coffeemaker on the counter.
Luz kept her head down as the young man approached, standing before each other. One waited for the other to speak; the fluorescent lighting hummed irksomely, the only sound in the room. To Michael, it was like staring at a scared child getting ready to be scolded by an adult, though that wasn't his intention at all (not because of the six-year age difference).
Finally, Luz spoke up, albeit in random chitchat. "So, you're Japanese, huh? I read your middle name on the card and was a little surprised. I mean, not to sound offensive, but you don't look like it, but up close…."
Michael raised his left hand and interrupted the witch-in-training, correcting her, "Technically, I'm half-Japanese on my mother's side, but people sometimes can't tell, except in certain angles. The other half is French and Irish on my father's, but I doubt you came all this way here simply to talk about genealogy, nor hand me back my student ID card. So, please tell me why you are really at the university?" he said with a sympathetic edge, eyes lowered softly. "And don't worry, Luz, whatever it is, I promise I won't get mad."
Luz smiled weakly, bowing her head. "I wanted to chicken out, but I guess there's no point. So, here it is. I'm sorry for what happened this morning, Michael. I didn't mean to cause you so much grief, and a lot of property damage as well."
Michael huffed and shook his head. "It's fine, Luz. It's not like I wasn't expecting one of you girls to barge in and cause a ruckus. In hindsight, I should have locked the bathroom door before hitting the showers, making this more my fault than yours. In all honesty, I should have prepared myself for whatever weird ordeal befalls onto me, especially the ones from otherworldly roommates. Giving you the cold shoulder was incredibly wrong of me."
"That is not true, Michael, and don't make yourself the bad guy. Just let me apologize for the way I acted before, when I'm the one in the wrong here. It's your house and I should have been more courteous, maybe like knocking before entering first. I get you're not used to changing your routine, being used to not many people taking up your space while compromising your privacy, and it's quite a headache to adjust. I don't know what forces brought us together, but in my time living on the Boiling Isles, I learn that if you don't watch yourself, you're going to lose those close to you in more ways than one. And losing you, and even Anne, is too much," from the bottom of her heart, Luz apologized.
"And losing you two would be the same for me," Michael smiled warmly.
"I guess all is forgiven, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess it is."
Without even the slightest warning, Luz leaped and hugged the young man's waist, squeezing affectionately. Michael hesitated but returned the gesture, bringing her into a tight embrace. The young man was about to pull away before heading out.
"I should get back to work. Jasper's going to start asking stupid and weird question, and I don't…." Michael managed to get half a sentence out before Luz got on her toes, grabbed his head, and pressed her soft lips to his.
The young man was shocked but submitted quickly. The pair stood in the lounge, time moving slowly all around. Michael and Luz remained kissing for God knows how long, lips caressing and tongues instinctively grazing against each other. The moment struck like lightning, quick and out of the blue. Michael could not control himself as the sensual witch-in-training closed her eyes and savored his taste. Michael was about to push her away, run out, and never turn back, but he didn't and enjoyed every minute. His own eyes closed halfway, Luz's taste and touch almost decadent like a forbidden fruit just waiting to be plucked.
Finally, the moment passed, and the two broke contact; Luz looked at Michael with a meek grin, and Michael completely froze in surprise.
"I…um…" the young man was at a complete loss for words as Luz giggled at his bashful demeanor.
"If you really liked that, then you're going to love this," Luz said with a suggestive approach.
Michael wasn't sure what Luz meant until he looked down and saw her hands on his pants. Her nimble fingers had already unhooked the belt before pulling down his zipper. Before the situation escalated any further, he wanted to stop her. He almost had half a mind to grab her hands and restrain her, but he was too much of a gentleman ever to lay an unwanted hand on a lady.
Michael tried speaking up and getting her attention, but it was too late. Luz had fished his hardened cock out, both hands holding. Seeing it again didn't scare her anymore, though she was beginning to crave hot dogs.
"I did say I wanted to apologize properly, so here's my apology to you," Luz snickered, lowering herself into position while licking her lips.
Michael's face was completely red, his body turning rigid, and he tried stepping back, away from Luz's touch. "Luz, please. You don't have to do this. There are other ways to make things up to me, but not like this, okay? It's not like I'm not flatter, and while you are beautiful, I don't want our friendship to…."
He didn't even get the chance to finish.
A fire burned as Michael remained stiff; Luz's warmed mouth kissed his member, slowly swirling her tongue around the tip. He gave up any chance to stop her. The witch-in-training's sensual touches left him a slave to her mercy.
Michael lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her wavy hair to her freckled cheek. Amber's eyes looked up at him as lips suckled further downward. Her head pushed forward and took most of him in, only to pull back halfway from the base, smearing some of her lipstick. She coughed into her hand while tearing up a little.
"S-sorry… I'm not used to…giving head," Luz admitted, regaining her composure.
"Have you actually done this before?" Michael inquired, gasping weakly.
"Only to bananas, but only medium-sized ones," Luz confessed as Michael arched a brow; his confused gaze made her shyly look away. "It was during my sexual exploration during puberty. I needed props to test some stuff before I ever got the chance to properly hook up, you know? Unfortunately, it ended when my mom barged into my room, going down on a plump plantain. She didn't look me in the eye for a week after that."
"Frankly, I wouldn't blame her," Michael chuckled and plopped down on the chair behind him, getting comfortable as Luz crawled closer on her hands and knees. "Besides, I thought you were only into girls."
Luz groaned as she gripped his manhood hard, the young man wincing before lightly saying sorry. "I'm not only into girls. I'm bi, meaning I swing both ways. And if I'm being honest, here. I want to say that I like you, Michael. I really, really like you, and I guess it took you being disappointed in me to realize those feelings," she confessed, cheeks blushing while loosening her grip.
Michael eyed her, taking in Luz's alluring form. "I had an inkling that was the case. But seriously, Luz, you got to stop. We're crossing a dangerous line, here. Don't you have a girlfriend? It's this cheating?"
"I could ask the same question about you and Anne," Luz mischievously leered as she stroked his manhood to keep it soft.
Michael was taken aback by that statement, trying to hide his reaction, to no avail. The kind of moment where the sound of glass comically shattering could be heard in the background. Luz gave him a "don't bullshit with me" kind of expression, the one with pouted lips and a raised brow.
Stunned, Michael finally spoke, "H-how did you know that?"
"I may be quirky, but I'm not stupid, Michael. I've seen the way you two look at each other, and it was easy to put two and two together," Luz pointed out with a cocky grin as she switched hands and continued chopping wood, giving a half-shrug. "There's that, and your walls are not soundproof. I can hear you two going at it like a couple of horn meerkats on a summer's eve. Seriously, not only did you keep me up, but it gets very hot in my room whenever I think about it, in more ways than one," Luz laughed with her white, lecherous smile.
Snapping out of his funk, Michael set the record straight, albeit nervously.
Michael bit his lower lip. "Anne and I aren't dating, we're…."
"Friends with benefits? Then it's not really cheating, is it? As for me and Amity, I'm scared we won't see each other again," Luz said with an honest edge.
Michael took in her words, his own heart empathically breaking. He reached over and gently patted her head. His touch almost broke Luz into tears, but she straightened up with a smile.
"And if we ever meet again, I'm sure she'll be understanding," she added with an optimistic edge.
Michael relucted. "But do we…" He began.
"Yes, we do! It's not only an apology, Michael. I'm doing this to thank you for everything you've done!" Michael could have sworn her eyes glowed with mystical, golden power for half a second, dampening as she breathed. "You saved my life and took me, a complete stranger, in when I was lost. When me and Anne stole your grandfather's car and crashed it, you didn't kick us out. Hell, you even saved my life from a tentacle monster, popping out of the toilet, a few nights ago," she listed as she shivered at that last part.
That's true. It was incredibly eager to get into you. I still don't know how that thing got into the septic tank! GrimacedMichael, the feeling mutual.
"I can't fight how I feel, Michael. Please, I just want a taste of you," Luz said with a sultry whisper.
"Okay. I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" Michael gave up, shrugging. "Being a young man having unmartial sex with Anne, I'm already living in sin. So, what's one more tally mark for menage a trois on my soul? I can always make it up before meeting the big man upstairs." His heavy breathing returned from feeling her gentle caress.
Luz smiled in response, jacking him off some more. She upped the tempo to ease Michael's worries, but his hand lingered. His fingers entered the back of her shirt, ran from her back to her erect nipples, and cupped one of her small breasts momentarily before lifting his hand and caressing a single digit to her thin lips. She was already turned on, now going into overdrive. Her erogenous zones were easily stimulated. His very touch made her secret garden quite wet, juices seeping into the fabric of her shorts.
"You're cute when you quiver," Michael teased.
"No fair…" Luz whispered as she shuddered.
"Deal with it," Michael smiled wickedly.
Heat radiated from the witch-in-training's face, body shaking. Luz stared as she stroked him, his words piercing deeper into her heart than she was used to. Lips parting, she sank between his legs and gave another go, moving her mouth further down his throbbing cock. The young man braced himself, waiting for teeth to graze around his shaft, but those sensations never came. Instead, a warm wetness engulfed his member as Luz sucked from the head to the base. This time, the Latina's rhythm didn't falter. Michael leaned back, gripping the edge of his seat, taking each plunge as Luz slathered against his shaft. Muffled moans escaped as Luz sucked with power.
"You're doing just fine, Luz. You don't have to force yourself," Michael's dark impulses rose.
Black-nailed fingers clenched at Michael's sides as Luz's head gagged and bobbed with some friction. Once the thirsty Latina got the hang of it, Michael's anxieties washed away. His mind slowly fell into its primal state. He wanted to keep this moment going for as long as he could. Desire caused his cock to throb as Luz's muffled moans grew louder.
The wild excitement began to build as she pulled away and licked the trunk of Michael's member just the right way. Images and scenarios swirled in the young man's mind; a wanting to force her back and thrust himself into her tight, little entryway began to scream in his head.
Michael watched her with wide eyes, staring down; the simple wanting echoed out of those amber pools. It spoke volumes. Despite her absent-minded and childish personality, this moment glowed of innocent desire. She wanted him to be happy as she sucked on him, refusing to break eye contact.
"Crap! Luz, hold on… I'm close!" Michael whispered through gritted teeth.
Twenty minutes was his limit. Luz could feel his cock throbbing erratically. The very base hit the roof of her mouth while her tongue tasted his precum leaking out. Carefully, the witch-in-training pulled away, her lips making a delicious smacking sound after parting from the head.
Luz waved her finger, grinning suggestively. "Uh-uh, eager mcbeaver. I can't have you come too soon. The show has only just begun."
As she gingerly stood up and looked down at him with determination, the witch-in-training grabbed the rims of her flight jacket. She slipped it off, her hands moving onto her purple-striped shirt. She pulled it up in a fluid motion. The sheer fabric was tossed to the ground, her petite breasts exposed to the cold air as her brown nipples pointed. Thumbs dug into the waistband of her shorts, the garment and her lavender panties falling to her ankles, and then she stepped out of it.
Michael was left speechless, his widened gaze taking in his friend's svelte form. She didn't have much to brag in the chest department, but how her fat ass moved was almost hypnotic as she slithered onto his lap, a tuft of brown hair right above the valley. Inviting thighs hovered over his member while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her petite breasts pressed onto his chest, and her eyes burned with more unquenchable desire than ever before. Not just ordinary desire but an almost predatorial hunger. She looked down and saw Michael's cock was as hard as a rock, impatiently throbbing as it waited to be put inside her.
"~Aw! Looks like someone's eager to play," Luz purred amorously, her dark eyes staring back as she bit the bottom of her lips. "I'm a bit of a tight squeeze, though, but once you're inside, I'll make this one hell of a ride. So, sit back, enjoy, and be sure to splurt out every last drop once we're done."
Okay, Luz gets scary when she's horny. That's new. Well, I'd be a liar if I didn't say this side of her was so fuckin' hot. Michael mused, trembling. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get this show on the road.
The room was filled with a passionate mist, the smell of sex and sweat lingering as the pair were engulfed in ardent bliss. Luz lay motionless on the table, naked and full of excitement. Michael hovered over her, lifting her legs. He raised his hands and explored every inch of her caramel skin, from her small and appetizing breasts to her wide hips. Amber eyes lingered as fingers smoothed over her flesh. Michael looked into those orbs, his breathing raspy.
"Are you ready?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, I am. Now, quite stalling, and give it to me, please," Luz commanded impatiently.
The foreplay was over, and Michael carefully pushed through. The witch-in-training watched as the young man got on her body, took her nimble waist, and slowly impaled her with his cock. She gasped in agony and ecstasy, new sensations coursing through, almost making her want to scream in delight. However, before Michael could continue, it was at that moment that crimson liquid began trickling from Luz's lower lips to the base of his member.
"Luz, are you…" He began nervously.
With a finger to his lips, she beat him to the punchline. "A virgin? No, I'm not. I've already had my first time with Amity," Luz clarified, averting his gaze while blushing like a schoolgirl. "Though, technically, in a traditional sense, I guess you could say I still am one."
"So, you want to keep going?" Michael asked with curious eyes.
"Of course! I'm not going to back away from having you put that monster inside me just because you popped my cherry. But don't be too rough, though. My body is getting use to you," Luz pleaded as she pulled him in.
Luz wrapped her legs around his sides, her body welcomed as Michael continued, plunging deeper with urgent need. Hips thrusting, the young man brought it in nice and slow. The witch-in-training found herself in deep pleasure, her secret garden gently tilled, his hardened rod rising from her folds before driving down each moan she made after hitting the right spots.
Michael began picking up speed, and Luz's moans grew louder. The young man felt the walls of her womanhood reshaping around his manhood, adjusting to his size and shape. Pain no longer surged through the witch-in-training, only pleasure. As Michael leaned closer, Luz took him by the lips again; the pair hungrily kissed while holding each other's hands. Both of their sweat mingled together, but none of them cared as Luz was lost in the ride Michael was giving her.
A few minutes had passed. Michael and Luz were changing positions off the table and on the floor. The heated Latina was on all fours as Michael moved from behind, raising his cock before penetrating her dripping-wet pussy once more. Over and over, he slammed his hips into her, falling into a fast, deliberate rhythm. He moved back a little on one thrust and landed his body on her back, savoring the sensation as he rammed her like a horny dog getting it on with his bitch in heat.
"Luz, I'm gonna come!" Michael whispered loudly. "I'm going to pull out!"
"No, don't. I told you to let it out inside me, didn't I?" Luz reassured as she pushed her hips back, stimulating the young man more. "It's a safe day, so it's okay, and I really want this, Michael."
Michael wasn't sure if she was lying or telling the truth, but none of that mattered. The young man was close and couldn't hold it in any longer. Whatever happened, though, he promised to take responsibility. Michael reached around and put the girl in a soft headlock. Luz tried to tap him, telling him to let go, but she stopped herself.
The asphyxiation was turning her on more, hearts forming in her eyes as she bit her lower lips and teared up. The young man ground against her vaginal walls like a machine, building up the pressure when he finally gave one last push, the climax arriving as an eruption of hot, white load spewed inside. Each drop released a string of orgasms as Luz felt her soul rocked to its core. Michael loosened his grip around her neck, and the witch-in-training heaved as bliss cascaded throughout every fiber of her being, shrieking joyously.
"Oh, God! That's it! Fill me up with everything you have, daddy!" She immediately covered her mouth, face redder than ever.
Michael eyed the embarrassed girl.
"Umm…what?"
"What!?" she repeated, playing dumb.
"Never mind. We'll unpackage that pandora's box later," Michael said with a dismissive edge, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lifted himself up and turned to the microwave, the time on the digital clock making him antsy. "Crap! We got to get out of here, fast. The store's closing in the next thirty minutes."
Michael pulled out and grabbed Luz's clothes; the witch-in-training steadied herself before she weakly grabbed her stuff from his hands. Having not come out of her daze, Luz had her eyes on the young man with her own wicked smile.
Luz propped herself up, wobbled over the small distance, and almost suggestively leaned on Michael for support like an injured doe. "D-do we have to leave? Can't we stay and have a little bit more fun? Maybe even cuddle?"
Michael looked down at the cute tomboy with a tired smile. "I'm sorry, Luz, but we can't. My friend Jasper has the store keys. If we stay too long, then he'll close up shop and we'll be stuck until morning," he explained as he helped Luz fix her posture, guilt and remorse slowly returning. "Plus, Anne's going to be worried sick if we don't come back home, and I do not want another weight on my already heavy conscience."
Luz sighed. "I don't want that, either."
After cleaning himself up, Michael unbolted the doors and peered out to ensure the coast was clear. Luz dressed and followed Michael as the couple made a break for the main entrance. All the while, the two were unaware that their hands were tenderly intertwined.
The pair exited the store, not wanting to spend another second. Jasper caught the two right when he was about to lock up. The ecstatic coworker wanted the juicy details from his friend. Fortunately, Michael moved with quick speed, evading his friend. The witch-in-training was close behind. Her head lowered from being spotted. As the young man barged through the double doors, a wave of cold air made Michael and Luz jump exuberantly. After such a long and intimate coupling, the breeze cooled the young man and woman's hot and sweaty bodies. Michael stopped in his tracks, breathing in the evening breeze. He looked at the sky and noticed how late it had gotten.
The sun had descended, and the moon arose, its light illuminating the darkened landscape of the town. Streetlamps shined the path as Michael and Luz walked down the cobblestone walkway. Although the lights from the red brick buildings were on, the entire campus was almost as quiet as a cemetery. The only noise came from the two: that and the few beatniks wandering the fields, sitting on the grass while getting high.
An awkward aura enveloped the two as the crosswalk light turned green. Michael and Luz strolled through, intense eyes darting left and right for oncoming traffic. Turning right, Michael led Luz up the street while glancing back at the sheepish young woman. Luz did the same and, for a brief moment, flashed him an affectionate smile. The young man made the same gesture until the two finally noticed the tight handholding. When Michael and Luz pulled away, an unnerved chuckle was shared, and a nervous shuffle nearly tripped the two.
"Oh, God. What the hell is wrong with us," Michael asked rhetorically.
Michael and Luz lingered side to side, silence looming.
At that exact moment, Luz huffed a ball of frantic air and mustered up the courage to break the ice. Her inhibitions were gnawing at her chest, and she wanted to get it all out.
"Michael, tell me the truth. We're back to square one, aren't we?" she questioned, head still lowered and hands in her short pockets. "All I wanted to do was say I'm sorry and get my feelings out there, but impulsive Luz had to make things worse, throwing myself and having my way with you like some animal."
Michael frowned. "That's not true, Luz."
"No, it is true! You can deny it, but it's so freakin' obvious!" Luz rebutted anxiously, punching and kicking the air, letting out her frustrations before crouching in a huff. "Ay mios dio, you must hate me so much, right now," she said with a gloomy edge.
Michael sighed and shook his head, gently touching the witch-in-training's shoulder. His warm hands eased her mind as she pivoted around with wide eyes.
"I meant what I said. Granted, your approach was quite…excessive, I won't lie about that, Luz, and you did act on impulse. However, you didn't have your way with me. I let you have me, no argument there. We were two consenting adults giving in to our desires. Simply put, it was the heat of the moment, telling our hearts what we wanted dearly."
Luz covered her mouth, giggling. "Okay, that was kind of cheesy, but thanks for telling me that."
"A little tactless, but no problem," Michael nodded, smiling.
Luz nuzzled a hand on the back of his hand, almost purring. "So, what now? Are we lovers or…"
"Let's worry about the semantics later. Right now, it's a bit too early to think about that, don't you think?" Luz rolled her eyes and shrugged.
The witch-in-training's smirk bloomed into a full smile. Luz got back up and dusted herself, ready to keep moving forward. She curled an arm around him, leaning the young man as they walked, gazing at the stars before facing forward. Michael led the way as the pair turned, heading straight into the town's commercial district. The air took on a chill, but Michael and Luz remained at each other's side, the heat between them keeping the evening air at bay. Like with Anne, Michael couldn't deny that the allure Luz gave off was almost irresistible, growing stronger every time he pushed back until he succumbed to temptation. He wasn't a huge believer in fate, preferring reason over superstition. If it wasn't for his encounter with Hekapoo, he would still be skeptical. Be that as it may, Michael couldn't argue that a supernatural force brought him and the girls together. Whether it was out of protection or out of loneliness, Michael was happy he took them in, for better or worse. Still, he knew he needed to figure out why it's happening before everything gets taken away from him.
"So, are we going to tell Anne about what we did?" Luz asked in a low voice, beaming meekly.
"You let me worry about Anne, but not before I get some liquid courage in my system first," Michael proclaimed as he grabbed Luz, held her up by the rear, and placed the startled Latina on his back for a ride, her arms around his neck. "I did say I was going to the bar after work. Before going home, I might as well get a drink in me. How about you, Luz? I can bring you with me as a drinking buddy. Don't worry, it's all on me."
"Michael, I'm nineteen. I'm barely old enough to properly drive, let along old enough to drink," Luz softly protested.
"Well then, I can order you a sprite, or I can tell the bartender you're French. Either way, it's still my treat," Michael joked as Luz gave him a deadpanned glare.
Michael headed straight for the Boone Saloon on his left, the short, modernistic building flashing a "welcome" sign above as the young man reached for the door but was stopped. A fidgeting Luz in his tracks drew his attention while trying to hide her flustered face.
"Hey, umm…about that where I called you…you know," Luz stammered with a shy edge.
Michael turned to the girl and raised a brow; his expression turned uncomfortable and blank as he recalled what she was talking about. Heart freezing in his chest, Michael opened the door halfway, heat blasting his face and mingling with rising embarrassment as the loud country music drowned out his cracked voice.
"Maybe wait before I'm a little buzzed before dropping a few Freudian bombs on me," Michael said with wide eyes.
Luz was silent but gave an erratic nod. Michael blinked, walked through the doorway, and made a beeline to the bar.
"You know what? I might as well make it a double," Michael muttered.
A/N: Hey, everyone. This is Kman134 here. I bring you the next chapter of Intruders from the Other Side. As I said in the previous Author's Note, this chapter is mostly lemon and meant to be a break chapter from the main story. However, after this one, the following three remaining chapters (not including the Epilogue) will proceed with the main story. I wanted to focus on Michael and Luz's relationship while also making it spicy and fanservice-y for the readers. That, and i wanted to give her a "Geek on the streets; freak in the sheets" more of personality. Also, I defy anyone to tell me you never wanted Luz, Anne, or any cartoon girl to call you daddy. If you all have a problem with this, well, then too bad, you're reading the wrong fanfic. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and tell me what you think of it.