Connie never imagined the smell of freshly baked donuts would be more comforting than the smell of home or even the library. But here she was, walking into the Big Donut in a fast-walking huff, making her way to the counter like a drinker ready to drown their sorrows at a pub.

Lars, who was alone, nearly nodded off at the counter until Connie walked in. Wide awake, he just looked at the young girl with curiosity, sensing by her body language that something was definitely wrong.

Connie slammed her cash on the counter like she was dealing Poker chips. "Hey, Lars. One donut, please. Jelly-filled and make it spill over."

"Geez, what's up with you?" Lars asked as he tended to her order.

Connie sighed. "I'm just… arrgh, why does Steven have to-"

Lars' eyebrows jumped at the mention of his name with such contempt. He thought they were always cool with each other. They regularly hung out, even stopped by to have donuts together. He couldn't imagine what he did to make her act like this.

Connie took a deep breath. Then a few more before her body loosed all its tension and her scowl melted into a calmer neutral expression. She kept quiet and waited for her order.

"Here ya go."

Lars handed her a small paper bag with her donut in it. Connie thanked him before she walked over to the nearest seat by the window. As she took a bite of the fried pastry, the red strawberry jelly flowed over her mouth, making it drip stickily off her chin. She didn't seem to care as she lost herself to the view outside. Of passing cars and people in the street. Of the ebbing flowing waves of the sea near the horizon. Of the flock of Seagulls taking to the skies to steal their next french fry.

Lars couldn't help but drink in the sight of the girl. He liked the way the light of the sun caught on her dark skin, giving her a bronze-like glow. He always thought she was adorable, attractive even for a girl who was a year away from being a proper teenager. His eyes trailed where her top hugged her skin and what little of her legs he could see under her long, billowing skirt. He knew that, beneath it all were subtle, yet savory curves, slightly squishy thighs, and a tight, but jiggly ass. He'd once seen her in a t-shirt and booty shorts and salivated over her when no one was looking.

He also knew that she was smarter and more mature than most kids her age as well as teens his age and even adults. And most of all, too good to be around a tubby idiot like Steven that could never properly appreciate someone like her. Maybe she just figured that out and why she was so upset.

Lars decided to leave his post to see what was up with her. The store was empty and no one was around or walking up to it anyways. He figured he had time to sit down for a little talk.

"Hey." Lars casually greeted as he pulled up a chair in front of her.

"Hey." Connie greeted stiffly.

"You okay?"

Connie shook her head. "Not really. Sorry if I was a bit rude earlier. Just… going through some stuff."

"What kinda stuff?"

"Like… ugh, it's stupid."

Lars shrugged. "Try me. I'm all about having personal issues and being mad all day about it."

Connie finished her donut then wiped off the remaining jelly on her mouth with a tissue. She sighed, leaning back on her chair with her arms crossed.

"Well, it's just that… alright, y'know what day it is today, right?"

Lars nodded. "I spent all day yesterday blowing up all these heart shaped balloons and putting up that 'Valentine's Day Couples' Discount' banner at the front. And my school was obnoxiously decorated for tonight's Valentine's Day Dance. So yeah. I know."

Connie bashfully averted her gaze. "Dumb question. Sorry."

Lars waved dismissively. "No big. What about it, though?"

"So I was planning with Steven to have a dumb like, I dunno… a Valentine's Day thing? Like doing a gift exchange, then have a… pretend-but-not-really romantic dinner and a movie and- okay, it was gonna be super special and I was looking forward to it for weeks and I had everything prepared and stuff and when I got over there…"

Connie let the following silence linger. Lars saw her jaw tense like she was holding something back. Lars didn't say anything, figuring she needed a moment to gather herself.

"...Steven and the Crystal Gems are standing on the teleporter and Steven was all like 'Sorry Connie! Something came up! I'm gonna be gone all day! I got your gift on the table right there! Seeya later, alright?' And then he just… left. Just like that. Didn't even let me get a word in. I just kinda… dropped the box of chocolates I brought for him and stormed out. And here I am."

"Man… that's rough." Lars rubbed the back of his head.

Connie's voice shook. "And the worst part is… it's not even entirely his fault. I'm not so much mad at him but I'm more mad that I can't be mad at him. You know what I mean?"

Lars nodded sincerely. "Yeah. I getcha. I mean I guess that's just how it is with Steven and his uhhh… Gem friends. He's got his own thing goin' on and we can't really… like, how can we keep up with it? Or even get it? Y'know?"

"Sometimes I wish he could just be a normal kid and we can hang out without anything getting in the way. Don't get me wrong, I like the Crystal Gems and the life he lives with them and I'm in no way blaming him or them for it but it's just so…"

"I get it."

"It's definitely not the first time he's blown me off because of Crystal Gem business but like… it's getting harder and harder to just smile and take it."

"I hear ya. Well, what can you do, right? Can't force the guy to just drop it in a snap. That's a big part of his life."

"No. No I can't. But it's not just that, it's also… he's just so dumb sometimes. Never notices when I'm trying to… ugh."

"Yeahhh, maybe he's not the right guy for that kinda thing. Y'know what, I think you just need to get your mind off of it. Do something fun without him."

"Yeah… do something fun." Connie said as her focused gaze lingered on Lars for longer than he'd like.

Anxiety simmered within him. "Uhhh, why are you looking at me like that?"

A small smile snuck into her face. "Hey. What time do you get off work today?"

Lars heart skipped a beat and he couldn't hide the blush coloring his face. He knew those were the words of someone asking someone else out on a date or something similarly intimate.

"Uhh, like a couple hours from now. Why?"

Connie leaned forward, a question in her eyes and a plan in her smile while her chin rested on her palms in that cutesy way that left Lars a little hot and bothered.

"You're not… you don't have any plans tonight, do you?"

Lars was visibly shaken by the question. He fidgeted while trying to avoid her gaze. During this time, Connie briefly flashed an enamored look his way before he turned back to face her.

"No, not really. I did, but… yeah, I'm pretty much free tonight."

"Ohhh, I gotcha. Maybe this could be good for both of us, then." Connie said with a mischievous grin.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I was… gonna suggest we hang out. You and me."

There was a hitch in Lars' breath for about a fraction of a second, almost as if she brought shocking news to him.

Lars cleared his throat. "Um. Yeah sure. I guess we can do that. Whaddya have in mind?"

"Your place?"

Lars' eyes went wide. "Whoa, that's… huh."

"Oh. Would your parents not be okay with that?"

"No no, it's not that, it's just… I mean, they wouldn't mind you being there. And plus they won't even be home anyways. Not till tomorrow."

"Do you need to ask them for permission?"

"I usually don't. Like I said, they wouldn't mind if you're there. I never had to ask for Sadie, anyways."

"Speaking of which, where is she? Doesn't she usually work the same shift?"

"She's supposed to, yeah. Right now she's uhhh… she's not here today. So I'm covering for her."

"Oh. So can I come over?"

It wasn't that Lars didn't want her to come over. In fact he very much wanted, heck, even needed her there. Lars was a hormonal teenage boy, so even he wasn't sure whether or not he could keep his emotions and urges in check around a girl he found very desirable. Especially when there wasn't any parental supervision around. But he quickly resigned to accepting for her sake and promised himself he was going to cage the beast for tonight.

"Alright. You can come over."

Connie flashed a cute, bright smile. "Then it's settled. I'll go home first and get ready and I'll be on my way there when you're off work."

"And I guess I'll call ya when my shift's done and give you my address."

They both exchanged phone numbers and went their separate ways. Lars was not so busy but in between what few customers there were, his mind was stuck on Connie coming over. A boiling brew of excitement and uncertainty churned within and he wasn't sure how things would go if or when she arrived.

The evening arrived rather quickly and Lars texted Connie that he was on his way back home. He got an "Okay, I'll be on my way in a bit" as a response and continued his journey home. He stopped by the store to get some supplies, drinks and snacks mostly.

Lars sat in the living room waiting. He checked the clock on his phone. They never decided on a specific time to meet so he had no idea when she was going to arrive. If at all.

Lars jumped a little when he heard his doorbell ring. He shot to his feet and beelined it for the door. And despite how they had already agreed she'd come over, Lars was shocked to see her at his doorstep.

And even more so captivated. Connie was in that t-shirt and booty short combo, showing off those delectably smooth thighs and her slightly protruding hips. Lars stood there, drool slipping off the edge of his fallen jaw. It was like the Universe played some cruel joke on him, delivering the young girl in such a sexy state.

"Hey." Connie greeted with a smile, while she slung a big gym bag over her shoulder.

"H-Hey. Wow, you look d-different. But good! You look good." Lars stammered.

Connie blushed as she bashfully rubbed her arm. "Thanks, Lars…"

"What's with the bag?"

"Oh. Just some stuff for the sleepover."

Lars gave a confused look. "Huh? I don't remember talking about a sleepover."

Connie blinked, lingering on a blank stare before her eyes looked like they were about to shoot out of her glasses.

"Oh, shoot! I'm so used to sleeping over at Steven's house every time I come over, it just became instinct! I'm so sorry! I can just go back to my house and-"

Lars lunged a hand to Connie's shoulder. "No no no, it's fine. You already went through a lot to pack that stuff. Might as well, y'know… actually stay over.

Connie felt tingles from the small bit of contact. Her eyes lingered on his hand before he pulled away.

"R-Really?"

Lars nodded. "Yeah. We do have a guest room you can use, I guess."

"Where are we hanging out?"

"My room."

Connie's face turned a dark shade of red as she flashed a flabbergasted look at the boy.

"Y-Your room?"

It was Lars' turn to realize the gravity of what he just said before his face also visibly heated up.

"Uh-Uh, I mean, we're just doing this as- I always have friends in my room whenever they come to hangout or sleep over."

Connie's eyes trailed off as she nervously chuckled. "O-Oh right. Yeah I've never actually been… I mean, Steven's room is just a corner of the whole house so it's all open. I've never actually been inside another boy's room before. A separate room… with a door that could be closed… For privacy."

"R-Right. It's just a place to hang out at the end of the day so… yeah."

"Of course. So uh... Lead the way I guess."

Lars led Connie up the stairs until they reached the second floor hallway. A few doors later, they came upon the boy's room. Connie marveled at how nice it looked and how spacious it was. She especially liked how, since the room was directly under the roof, the ceiling was concave acutely above, with three windows on each side to let the moon shine like a spotlight onto the bed on one side or the other.

And it definitely smelled what a boy's room would smell like. Like body spray with a little bit of sweat mixed in. Definitely stronger and more masculine than she ever smelled at Steven's house.

"Well, this is my room. It's not much but… yeah."

"You have a loft bedroom? That's so cool!" Connie said with starry eyes.

"Is it though?"

"Yeah, it reminds me of how kids in cartoons always have the coolest bedrooms."

Lars smiled genuinely for the first time that day. "Heh. Thanks."

"So what's the plan?"

"Err. Was thinking we could watch some Rom-coms. But they're more Com than Rom, cuz… I'm not into the whole lovey-dovey mushy parts."

Connied nodded. "Sounds reasonable. I think we could use a good laugh."

Lars set up the DVD player and picked a random movie (Connie was down to watch whatever) from his shelf before inserting the disk.

They got on his bed, each in their own corner, a little more than an arm's length away. They sat and watched and laughed loud enough for the entire house to hear, eating popcorn, drinking their soda and whatever else they had between them.

Lars caught himself taking furtive glances at Connie every now and then. He liked the way she looked when she smiled and even more so when she laughed. Her mirth was infectious and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. One thing for sure was that he wanted to see more of it out of her.

As they went through more of their consumables and got farther into the movie, they inched closer, unaware they were doing so until they both reached for the same bag of chips and their fingers accidentally brushed along one another.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry." Lars apologized.

"No no, it's fine. You can have it."

"Nah, you wanted it. Take it for yourself."

Neither of them ended up getting a single chip. They turned back to the movie with a new awareness. A reminder of what they were doing and with who. A thought that gnawed at them, faint but hard to ignore. They maintained the same distance but said nothing as they stared at but didn't watch the movie. The credits rolled and neither of them could say how it ended. Then Lars silently got up to change into the next movie.

"Oh!"

The sudden shattering of the silence startled Lars. Connie stepped off the bed and padded towards her bag. She dug in and fished something out. A shiny pink heart shaped box. She lifted the lid to reveal bite-sized pieces of what looked to be chocolates, each separated by a squared segment of paper.

"Ooh. Chocolates?" Lars asked.

Connie shook her head. "Not just any chocolate. They're little Brownie Bites. Here, try one."

Lars pinched one of them between his fingers as he picked it up. He gave it a small squeeze, feeling the pillowy surface slightly collapse before tossing it into his mouth. It was soft, chewy, quickly giving way to a gooey strawberry cream filling that was just the right amount of sweet, complimenting the mild bitterness of the chocolate.

"Oh my gosh, it's amazing!" Lars genuinely praised it, immediately going for another one.

"Thanks. Wasn't all me, though. My mom helped."

"Was this meant for Steven?"

"Yup. I went back to his house to check if he came back and…I saw the box was still on the floor like I left it. So… I took them back."

"Well, I'm glad you did. These are amazing. Y'know what? Gimme a sec."

Connie's eyes followed Lars out of the room. He heard his footsteps fade into silence before hearing what sounded like the clinking of plates and then the loud closing of a fridge door.

About a minute or so later, Lars came back with something rectangular and thinly layered with red and white. Upon closer inspection, Connie figured that it was a Red Velvet cake.

"Here. Try it."

Lars forked a piece before bringing it to Connie's lips. Naturally, she chewed it, her eyes lighting up with enjoyment, which sent Lars' heart fluttering. There was a thick bite to the crumbly, yet silky red crust and the white part was a smooth, sweet cream filling that balanced well in between the slightly saltier solid part.

"Ooh, that's good! That's a really big piece of it, too."

"No, it's the whole thing."

"Kinda small isn't it?"

"That's 'cause it's meant for two."

Connie's face lit up in epiphany. "Ohhh that's what you meant when you… were you planning to share this with Sadie?"

Lars nodded sadly. "About a couple weeks back, Sadie was talking about how she wanted to go to tonight's Valentine's Day Dance. But I told her I never really liked going to dances."

"Uh-huh."

"But… I figured it wasn't the dance that was the point, she just wanted to spend Valentine's Day with someone. Me, I guess. Fast forward to yesterday, I was about to pop the question. Ask her if she wanted to come over tonight and… some other guy asked her out to the dance. And… well, you didn't see her come in for work earlier, right?"

"Ouch."

"Worst part is, she didn't even tell me that she was gonna go to the dance or even miss work today! Just… left me in the dark till the last minute."

Connie reached out to rest her fingers on his. "I'm sorry."

Lars sighed. "Yeah… And here I am. Sharing this cake I baked yesterday with another girl.

Connie's eyes widened. "You baked this cake? Hold on, you bake?"

"A little...sometimes. Don't tell anyone though."

"Uh, okay. Hey why don't we start another movie? And eat these tasty treats we worked so hard on while we're at it?"

Lars nodded. "Yeah. Let's do that."

The two went back to sitting on the bed each with their own baked goods in hand. They either fed each other or ate their own, both finding it the other's better than what they made or helped make.

For some reason, Connie took to sitting on Lars' lap as she reached over her head to feed him the Brownie Bites in between eating some herself. At the same time, Lars had the plate with the Red Velvet cake on Connie's lap as he ate bite-sized pieces of it while also feeding some to her.

Every time she fed him a Bite, her fingers would end up sliding along his lips, the tips of which would sometimes scrape along his teeth. He was hyper aware of it, especially when it seemed like his teeth and lips held on just a split second longer and afterwards she would suck the tips of her fingers, likely tasting his spit.

He didn't know whether or not this was on purpose, but Lars felt her shifting in her seat a lot, her little butt bumping into his crotch. Both of them were in soft and/or thin pants, though in Connie's case, she was wearing a thin pair of pink booty shorts that showed off much of her smooth, long legs.

All of this accumulated into a maddening arousal and Lars desperately hoped that she couldn't feel his blooming boner.

"Man, that is way too much sweets and junk food for one night. Mom would kill me." Connie made a small burp.

"Yeah, I'm feeling it, too." Lars said as he put the empty, crumb-sprinkled plate aside.

"One last Brownie Bite. Here, you take it." Connie offered.

Lars shook his head. "Nah, you can have it."

"Aww but I insist!" Connie stood on her knees, straddling Lars' lap as she tried to push the little confectionery into his mouth, but he turned his face away.

"C'mon Connie, just eat it. I'm already stuffed as it is."

The girl pulled the treat away, keeping it close to her chest. She silently gazed at Lars with something shimmering in her youthful brown eyes, like damp stones peering into his soul. He wasn't sure why she paused for so long, but he found himself entranced in the way the moonlight hit her, giving her an ethereal look.

"Alright. I'll take the last one." Connie decided before popping it into her mouth.

"Right. I guess now we sho-hmmph!?"

It happened faster than Lars could process. For a split second, the world was a blur, and all he could sense was melting chocolate and strawberry cream between his and Connie's pressed lips. It felt like forever and hit him like a sucker punch and when she finally pulled away, half of the Brownie Bite remained in his mouth while Connie took the other one.

Habit forced Lars to chew and swallow before going back to the bug-eyed, slack jawed expression he was meant to make.

"Oh shoot, Lars are you okay?" Connie grew increasingly worried as the boy's face stayed the way it was.

Connie began to panic, her mind raced faster than her mouth. "I'm so sorry Lars! I just got lost in the- I didn't mean to- oh gosh, I'm so stupid! Why did I think you'd-"

It was Connie's turn to be taken off guard by sudden kiss, immediately getting swept up in the same passion she showed him just moments prior. He tilted her head back with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her lower back to bend her far enough to give him a level of control she had never been under before. Her nerves jumped and there came a rumbling hitch in her throat as his tongue snuck between her lips giving her taste buds faint traces of the chocolate, the Red velvet and everything else they ate so far that night. She quickly found that he had much more experience than she could keep up with and let herself get swept up like she was in a hurricane.

After about an eternity, they parted with a loud, wet snack, their saliva briefly tethering one another by thin threads. They kept close enough to feel each other's breaths over their mouths. Their bodies buzzed with desire, eager to do that again. And again and again and again.

"Wha-What the heck was that?" Connie gulped, barely able to hear herself over the deafening beating of her heart.

"I-I-I dunno I just… same boat as you I guess?" Lars' voice cracked.

"Well, I want more."

Connie dove right into his arms and Lars openly accepted her, letting her settle on his lap. They became comfortable enough to let loose, driven by their frustrations and unfulfilled desires, clumsy but frantic in their movements. Smacking, sucking lips and lashing tongues moved out of bounds, ending up on cheeks, jawlines, and necks.

Lars sunk his teeth into Connie's skin, lighting her nerves on fire and drawing a child-like whine about the small bruise he left behind and how someone could see it. He made up for it by giving her soft pecks on the same spot as a silent apology.

As much of a considerate lover Lars was trying to be, with their bodies so close to one another it was only a matter of time before his masculine instincts kicked in and his body responded naturally to the way Connie rolled her hips against him while her clothed crotch pressed against his erection. Meanwhile his hands snuck under her shorts and cupped handfuls of her soft butt flesh.

"Hahhh, Lars…" Connie pulled away to moan as the boy's fingers crept into the slight dip between her cheeks.

Connie felt like she was attacked at both ends and she began to feel her arousal leaking through her underwear and soaking onto her shorts. She felt so hot and so sticky down there, but most of all, so desperate for something to be done about it.

"L-Lars…please."

Connie whined into his ear but the boy didn't listen. He kept on kissing along her neck, against her pulse, lightly applying teeth every now and then to toy and tantalize her further. All while his fingers dug deeper into her ass, going under her underwear, the tips of his fingers just barely dipping into the valley between her cheeks.

Connie let out a muffled yelp when she suddenly fell backwards into the bedsheets, still holding onto Lars in the same position but with him right above, which added more space and leverage.

Lars suddenly rose away from her and pulled his hands out of her ass. For a few moments, she felt dreadfully empty and grew colder without his heat draped over her like a blanket.

Then he brought his hands to her thin T-shirt before yanking them up, revealing a chest hidden behind a small training bra that Lars couldn't tear his eyes away from. His gaze rose until they met hers.

Connie gave a shaky laugh. "What? Were you expecting Double Ds?"

Lars cleared his throat. "N-No, of course not. You barely fill out that bra."

"Y-Yeah? So?"

"I mean, it's f-fine…"

Connie put on a mischievous grin. "Oh, so you like them small, huh?"

"Wh-What? No I mean... it's whatever! I don't have a preference!"

"Then what's that?"

"Huh!?"

Lars looked down to see perhaps the biggest erection he ever had. The strained stretching of his skin and the tightness of his pajama bottoms hit him in seconds. He felt every pulse and wobble like a heavy breath through his lungs.

Lars's face was red enough to light the room. He fumbled as he tried to respond.

"O-Oh, c'mon! How can… can any guy get hard over tho-those little mosquito bites? And that's being generous."

"Well… You are."

"I-I am not!" Lars crossed his arms defensively.

"Then why are you hard?" Connie sat up.

Lars blanked out. "I… uhh."

Connie grew smug as she leaned forward towards Lars. "Is it the fact that you have a barely teenage girl in your room? Gee Lars, I didn't know you were that kinda guy."

"Oh my gosh, it's not you!"

"Not because of me, huh? Hold on, let me check if that's true."

Lars stiffened as Connie lunged her hand to his crotch. His heart felt like a Yo-Yo at the way the young girl eyed him smugly, giving his bulge a few playful squeezes and feeling him throb under her touch.

"Nope. Hypothesis proven wrong. Conclusion: Teenage boy is erect due to Middle Schooler."

"Th-That doesn't prove anything!"

"Okay… how about this?"

Connie raised herself slightly, before she grabbed her shirt and pulled that and her training bra right off in one fell swoop, revealing her budding, barely there breasts. Lars almost bit his tongue with how much of a stuttering mess he instantly turned into.

"Y-You like my itty bitty kiddy titties, Lars? I b-bet it's doing real wonders to you, huh?"

Lars threw his hands up. "Fine, you win! I think you're kinda hot, okay? Happy now?"

"O-Oh…"

And just like that, the girl instantly went from smug to shy in a split-second. She began toying with her long black hair while she turned her nervous gaze away, which only made him want her even more.

"C-Can I?" He asked shyly, raising a shaky hand.

"S-Sure. Just take it easy, I-I've never done this with someone bef- ha-haah!?"

Connie bent back slightly as Lars laid a hand on her tiny tits. His touch sent a powerful jolt into her chest before making waves across the rest of her body, jumpstarting her heart like a defibrillator.

The electricity surged stronger when fingers clamped on a nipple and a pair of lips shut tightly on another one. Her womanly moans mixed with childish whines teased Lars' eardrums, lighting up a heat within that quickly consumed and clouded his mind, and in his increasing hunger for this girl, he grew bolder, adding teeth and pulling her nipple until he stretched her thin brown skin.

"Ohhhh my gosh, Lars!"

While his lips remained occupied with Connie's tits, his hands slid down her body, over her smooth, flat stomach until his thumbs hooked onto the edge of her shorts. He slowly pulled it down, drawing no refusal out of the girl as he slid it down her thigh then right off her feet in seconds.

He leaned slightly forward to go for the panties before a foot stopped his chest.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It's uhhh… kinda unfair that I'm about to be naked but you're still fully clothed."

Lars slapped his forehead. "Oh! Duh! I'm so sorry, I didn't even- heh, alright I'll make it square."

"Too eager to see my little loli body huh?" Connie teased with a giggle.

"Oh shut up! And how do you even know what that means?"

"It's called the internet."

The teen rolled his eyes. "Of course."

Lars grabbed his shirt in one hand and pulled it off in one pull before tossing it behind him.

"Whoa."

"What? Something wrong?"

Connie shook her head. "No, nothing's wrong, it's just…. You look nice."

"Uhh, thanks I guess?"

Lars leaned down before Connie's foot pushed him back again.

"What now?"

"The pants. Drop 'em." Connie demanded.

"Oh. Right. Still uneven."

Lars acted quickly to pull his pants down, tossing them in seconds.

"You uh… you did this before?" Connie asked.

Lars shrugged. "Sometimes with Sadie."

"Oh… are you two dating?"

"N-Not exactly… it's complicated."

"Oh. Gotcha." Connie did not.

A sharp breath slipped out of her when Lars gingerly laid his hands on her hips. His palms and fingers were like hot coals on her skin, burning her up the longer they lingered. Slowly, gently, Lars pulled her panties down, keeping his eyes solely on them until he managed to slip them off her toes and toss them side.

"My gosh…"

Lars felt like his chest was about to burst from the overload of sexiness his big, shimmering eyes couldn't tear away from. The longer he stared, the less he could resist jumping her right then and there.

"You wanna take a picture? Several maybe?"

Lars didn't say anything. Instead he moved one of Connie's legs aside, revealing a leaky, razor thin slit between her thighs. He reached out to spread it open between two fingers, peering into the pink flesh within and watching her juices flow into a pooling stain in his sheets.

"Wow. You're as turned on as I am." Lars remarked.

"Y-Yeah…"

"Um. Have you ever like… touched yourself before?"

"Well…I always like to research, study, and experiment. That includes… stuff like this, so…"

"O-Oh. So you've seen like… porn?"

"Some videos here or there. But I know it's no substitute for the real thing."

"Right."

Lars ran a finger up Connie's soaked slit, scooping up her viscous juices. Her hips bucked in response, feeling a new, sharp heat that was different from whenever she touched herself.

"Ha-hahhh…"

"Hey, I need you to relax, okay?" Lars gently requested.

Connie gulped. "I-I'll try."

Connie moaned as Lars laid beside her, one arm beneath her head while his free hand teased her little folds, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. She bucked her hips, greedily trying to capture more of the little shocks popping up in her loins, building into a surge that made her weak and shaky in the knees. She was glad to be laying down, otherwise, she literally wouldn't be able to stand it.

Growing bolder by the second, Lars pushed his finger slightly deeper, just enough for her narrow opening to suckle on the tip of his digit. He kept his focus mainly on pushing deeper and opening her up wider. He was gradual in his progress but fruitful in his results, just barely getting his first knuckle in and reducing the young girl to a writhing, finger-biting mess.

As Lars continued finger fucking Connie, she threw her head back as her strained, girlish voice tore out of her. Her mind could barely endure her partner's gradually quickening pace, to the point where she curled into Lars' body, her sweaty forehead rubbing against his bare chest. Lars already hooked his arm and his finger, speeding his movements up even more.

In the midst of her fuzzy, sex-addled brain, Connie's eyes caught the sight of Lars' clothed bulge rubbing against her stomach. Desperate, she reached out and closed her fist around it tightly.

"Agh!"

There was a leap in Lars' chest as Connie rubbed his straining erection. His hormonal mind drove him to thrust against her palm, the sensation of which was painfully suppressed by his underwear. It was then that Connie noticed the sharp smell of manliness emanating from him, strongest in his underwear. It made her loins twitch and her nostrils eager to smell more of it.

"L-Lars. I… I wanna see it."

"Yes! Oh gosh, yes!" Lars spoke louder than he intended.

Connie took her turn to hook a finger onto the top edge of his underwear. There was a hitch as she pulled down and she saw the base of it peeking from the edge. She gulped as she kept pulling, revealing more and more of his flesh.

Lars' cock launched out of his underwear, forcing Connie to pull her hand away like she just touched fire. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it. It was thick and long like many of the male porn stars she's seen online. Small veins branched upwards and she could see them throb slowly. A dew-like drop of pre-cum gathered at the very tip of his dark pink head.

"Whoa… tha-that's big…" Connie gasped.

Lars shrugged. "I guess. I don't really make a big deal of it."

"Wow… I'm not sure if I can take all that."

"That's why we gotta stretch you open first."

"And prep each other. Here, lemme…"

Connie gathered as much spit as she could before she dribbled a good amount of it onto her palm. When she brought her lubricated hand to his cock, Lars shuddered as she closed each of her fingers around him and brought one nerve-lighting jolt after another. Though she struggled to wrap them fully around the thickness of his flesh, she still managed a tight enough grip to run up and down his cock.

"Ohh crap, Connie…"

Lars pulled in a sharp breath as she slowly stroked him, spreading her spit throughout the length of his cock, making it glisten in the moonlight. It pulsed under her hand, his pisshole flaring as more precum spilled out.

"Lars I… c-can I try something?" Connie's voice shook with each word.

"Uhhh, sure?"

"Okay. Lie on your back…"

Lars did just that. Connie knelt between his legs, his cock still in hand while she bent down and gave the tip of his cock a quick lick that lapped up the precum. She smacked her lips as she let the flavor settle on her taste buds.

"A little salty. Sharp. Kinda sour aftertaste? Maybe?"

Lars wheezed out a laugh. "What, are you wine tasting?"

The redness on her face was visible even in the dim light. "I-It's part of the experiment! I never did this before!"

"It's okay you're good, you're good. Carry on."

Connie nodded, as she continued by shutting her lips around Lars' head and continued licking his tip, driving moans and grunts out of the boy, his hips driven to thrust into her mouth. The sudden plunging of a few inches of his shaft briefly startled Connie but she turned it into encouragement to go even deeper. Lars didn't stop bucking his hips and Connie used it to slide lower down his cock, covering his member in more heat and wetness until her lips puckered against his crotch.

"Ooohhmygosh! Connie!" Lars cried out as his dick got buried in the younger girl's tight throat, his dick twitching and hips spasming as pleasure shot up his spine like a bullet.

"Mwaahhh!" As if she could sense it herself, Connie raised herself off of Lars' dick while thick strands of her saliva tethered her mouth to it.

Lars laid panting. "Geez Connie… how did… how did you do that?"

"Practice." She simply said.

"With what!?"

"Yeah… don't ask. But you're the first ahh… human subject."

"Man, even Sadie can't go all the way like that. I guess that practice really paid off."

"Really? Oh, well uhh… thanks I guess…" Connie's voice trailed off.

"Can we keep going?" Lars asked eagerly.

Connie gave a soft giggle. "Yeah… I'd like that."

Connie leaned towards Lars' cock again. She moved her hair aside before she dipped her lips down each inch faster than before until she reached just above the base. She stayed there for a while, letting Lars luxuriate in the searing tightness of her preteen throat meat.

Then she began bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks as she did so, her saliva-tipped lips fluidly moving up and down his cock, lathering him in more spit, heat, and pleasure. Lars reached out and held her head, which Connie immediately surrendered to, letting him set the pace.

At some point, he held her in place as he thrusted into her willing mouth at a moderate pace, like he was making love to her. Gradually, as the prospect of an explosive end drew near, Lars found himself struggling to stay steady. His hips spasmed as it got closer and closer.

"Crap…crap, Connie… you're gonna ma-I'm gonna…"

Once more and much to Lars' frustration, Connie pulled all the way out of his cock, leaving it with a hefty bounce and a light splash of spit.

"Conne, what the heck? Why'd you stop?" Lars slightly raised his voice, eyes wide in alarm.

"I-I don't want you to cum. Not yet. Not in my mouth."

"Oh… well where uhh… where do you really want it?"

Connie looked down and tapped a spot just above her waistline.

"In here. Deep."

Lars felt like fireworks just exploded all over his mind and heart. Whatever rational thought he had or argument against this had been completely obliterated in favor of the prospect of getting to cum inside this hot young girl. Even the fact that he had items lying around his room for such an occasion failed to cross his mind.

"I just… wanna know what it feels like. All the videos make it seem so… fun."

Lars frantically shook his head. "Yeah. Sure. We uhh… we can do that."

Lars laid Connie on her back again, after which he opened her legs up. He spat into his fingers before rubbing them against her already flooded entrance, adding more lubricant for good measure.

He grabbed his dick by the base, rubbing along her soft little folds, feeling it tingle against his sensitive tip.

"Connie, I need you to relax like before, okay?" Lars said.

"Y-Yes, Lars. And I need you to take it easy on me again like before." She said, shaking.

"Of course."

Lars leaned forward to press his lips against Connie's and she instantly dissolved into it. All the trepidation within her collapsed and all that was left was a burning lust and need to be filled by Lars' cock. Every trained lash of his tongue and sucking of her lips completely shattered her guard and relaxed every muscle in her body. Every muscle.

Lars slowly pushed in, immediately feeling just how tight she was by how her hard cunt squeezed his head. Still he kept at it, with patience and plenty of her natural lube. It was only a few seconds before Lars managed to get his entire head in.

"Ohhh gosh, Larrrssss…"

Connie seized up and her breaths shot rapid fire out of her. Her pussy muscles gripping him like something even harder than a vice, ceasing his advance entirely. He barely buried two inches of his shaft inside but the strangling squeeze felt as effective as if he had every inch in her.

Lars gulped. "Con-Connie. I-I need you to relax or I can't keep-agh! Going…"

"Rightrightright. OhgodokayIcandothis…"

Seeing her in distress dragged something paternal out of Lars and he scooped her up in his arms. She felt so small in his hold, like a kitten, scared and shaky while curled up in his protective hold.

"It's okay… I gotcha Connie. Breath, baby. Breath." Lars whispered in her ear, keeping his voice soft and comforting.

Connie let everything out in one breath before taking one last deep on. She closed her eyes and focused on herself. On her body. She let her muscles loose and her mind calmed down. She was relaxed. Much so that she reached out to Lars and reciprocated his embrace.

"Okay… Okay. I can do this. We can do this."

Connie let up a little and Lars kept going. He spread her open little by little, to new depths and widths her body never experienced before. To new sensations her nerves never touched before. To new horizons her eyes had never seen before.

He held her tighter as he managed to bottom out in her. The tightness of her quim was unlike anything he had ever felt and couldn't imagine anything better.

Connie was digging her nails into Lars' back, leaving red marks that ran nearly parallel with his spine. The sharp pain was felt but didn't override the chokehold she had on his cock.

"Connie… oh geez, Connie…" Lars grunted, his face screwed in strained pleasure.

"Lars, we… we di-we're doing it…" Connie forced a small giggle.

"Yeah we are… not bad for your first time, huh?"

"Nope. I think this… it's the best I could hope for. I mean, look." Connie rubbed her stomach, where lied a bulge that stretched to her ribs.

"Same."

Connie's eyes lit up. "What? This is your first time, too?"

Lars nodded bashfully. "Yeah. Me and Sadie always messed around but… never really got around to going all the way."

"I see…"

"Anyways… you good for me to start-mmmph!?"

Connie stole the breath out of his lungs when he gave him a sloppy, passion-filled kiss. He instantly responded in kind, treating her like the target of his lust and affection he wanted her to be for a while. A sharp pain struck Lars' bottom lip as Connie tugged it hard with her teeth before pulling away. Lars couldn't help but look at her incredulously.

"Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard." Connie boldly demanded.

Lars didn't delay to start moving, but despite Connie's strong demand to get fucked, he felt she was still too tight to really go at it and kept it slow.

"C'moooon, Lars. Fasterrr…"

Connie whined, thrusting her hips to once again feed off of the pangs of pleasure that came with each strike of her cervix.

Thankfully, her wishes were granted because Lars' motions managed to stretch her insides enough for him to thrust in earnest, indulging in more and more of her young cunt's tight embrace.

Connie's rationale slowly declined as her raw instinct crept in and tightened its grip on her psyche, feeling and thinking nothing but being dominated by such an overwhelming masculine force while her honey-dripping pussy worked to milk his cock. Her youth and smaller size complimented it thanks to Lars' proclivities lending themselves to act as another layer to stroke his libido. He felt like he had his own little fuckdoll he could bend into various positions and plow as he saw fit.

And Connie wished he would. Wished Lars could bend her over every piece of furniture or push her against every wall in the house and breed her like the little onahole that she wanted to be.

Once more, her wish was granted as Lars lifted her legs over her chest, while he squatted over her, fucking her in a mating press. As his hips slapped against Connie's sticky, sweaty ass, Lars could feel the heat growing in his loins, an explosion quickly approaching with no hope of stopping it. Not so much because he couldn't but more that he didn't want to.

"Haahh-hah-hah-C-Connie…I'm getting close…"

Lars thankfully salvaged enough of his senses to warn his partner. But not enough to remember there wasn't any sort of "protection" put in place so he could promptly pull out.

But Connie didn't care.

"Inside! Inside! Feed my womb with your semen, Lars! Shoot every drop inside of my preteen pussy! Do it! Now!"

Which was why as soon as he felt the need at its hottest, he let it all go. After everything that had built up, he felt like he released all of himself into her, with each throb of his veins, each spasm of his cock, each flaring of his dickhole, and each burst of cum. All the while, he continued moving, his overflowing cum lubricating his thrusts as he filled her until her stomach bloated.

Connie cried out as she endured an orgasm of her own. She hugged Lars tighter, her arms and legs constricting him, as if afraid to get washed away.

They both slumped like corpses. Hitched and heavy breaths limped out of them as their bodies turned to sweaty, sticky, sensitive piles of mushy flesh and tangled limbs. Four out of their five senses became a blur, but they managed to feel their partner more sharply than the rest of the world around them.

"Ooohhh gosh, Connie… I never came so hard in my entire life…" Lars groaned.

"M-Me too… that was… wow."

Lars was about to pull out but he was immediately stopped by the firm embrace of Connie's limbs. She looked at him with eyes that were wide with a child-like neediness.

"What's up, Connie?"

"Stay. With me. Inside me. It feels so good like this…"

"Uhh, sure?"

Connie curled up against Lars like a kitten while he held her in a protective, almost loving kind of way. He stared at her with a faint joy in his tired, droopy eyes, enjoying the way she kept close to him, like she refused to let him go. She looked peaceful. Content. They both were.

The sudden buzz of a phone threw them out of their peace. Annoyed, Lars took great effort to roll off of Connie, unplugging his cock out of her and letting loose the copious amounts of spunk her young cunt couldn't take as it flowed out of her like a white river of molasses.

He grabbed his phone and slid a finger across his screen, not even bothering checking the Caller ID before he put it up to his ear.

"Yeah, what do- what is it?" Lars bit his tongue to hide his frustration.

"Hey Lars." Sadie's voice carried over the phone.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"I uhhh… I just got outta the Dance. Shep asked me out to dinner but I was thinking of… coming over to your place instead maybe? Like you asked me earlier."

"Where is he?"

There was a pause. "Uhh, he's just waiting. I told him I had to ask my mom first so I called and wanted to ask if you were still… down to hang out tonight? I can stay over, too. Your parents won't be home, right?"

Lars furrowed his brow. He turned to Connie who had been looking at him with those curious little eyes of hers. He felt a wavering in his heart and gave a sigh before continuing the call.

"Yeah, actually… they called me earlier and told me they're coming home tonight."

Lars noticed a damper in Sadie's voice. "Ohh…Gotcha. Um. Well, can I still come over?"

"You know what? You can go to dinner with that guy. It's cool."

Another pause. A second longer than the last. "You sure?"

"Positive."

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Why should I? You agreed to go to the dance with him, right? And if you wanna go to dinner, you don't need my permission to do it. So go. Have fun."

A quiet puff of air came through. "Y'know what? Fine. I will go to dinner with Shep. And I'm gonna have a great time. Why am I even asking you anyways?"

"That's what I'm saying. So go on. I'll seeya at work. Or school or whatever."

"Ugh, you're so- Fine! Bye!"

Lars hung up and immediately laid back down to cuddle up with Connie. The young girl looked up at him with those same heart-melting eyes after hearing the echoing growl of Sadie's voice before the call ended.

"Everything okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, it's all good."

"Sadie, I'm guessing?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm not… messing things up between you two, am I? She sounded pretty peeved on the phone."

"What? No no no. If anyone's messing anything up, it's me."

"What do you mean?"

Lars shook his head. "I'd rather not get into it tonight if that's cool with you."

Connie nodded. "Sure. Y'know, Steven hasn't even called me yet."

"He's probably still on his mission thingy. I'm sure he'll call you after."

"Yeah. I hope he's okay."

"I'm sure he is. Anyways..."

Lars planted a little kiss on Connie's cheek, his lips going down her face until they reached her neck. She let out little breathy gasps as the boy slid his hand down her stomach and found her clitoris.

"... we still got all night. You up for another one?" Lars asked with a thrill in his smile.

Connie darted her gaze towards her phone, thoughts racing through her mind. About Steven, what he'd say or if she'd ever tell him. Then there's the future. What happens tomorrow. What's going to happen moving forward. Then Lars. What this all meant. What would happen between them from then on out. What it would do to their respective relationships.

Then Lars stuck a finger in her cum-stuffed cunt and every single one of those thoughts. instantly faded from Connie's mind, replaced by the need to satiate the urges blossoming in her core.

Connie gasped. "Y-Yes, please… and don't stop. Not even after the sun comes up."