One Shot

Stevie’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Lazily, she shifted her waist up off of the couch to retrieve it from her back pocket and sighed at the news on the TV. Her dad was such a sadist to watch the news. She couldn’t stand the negativity. Flipping the phone open, she saw the message was from her boyfriend, Andy. Smiling, she opened it.

“tell your parents that you need to spend the night at your friend’s house or something”

“Why?" Stevie replied.

After a minute, “because we have a very special date tonight <3”

Stevie’s heart skipped a beat and a smile crept into her features. Glancing at the clock, it read eight-oh-four. She could pull it off. What did he have planned for the entire night? Maybe his parents took a last minute trip out-of-town, and they’d have his house to themselves. And maybe, if that was the case, they could finally settle all the sexual tension that third base had provided and he’d hit a homerun.

Standing up, Stevie spoke to her father in his chair. “Dad, is it okay if I go to Nancy’s house? She just texted me saying her boyfriend broke up with her and she needs her friends.”

Her dad squinted up at her, his tired eyes blurred. “Isn’t it almost ten?” he inquired.

“It’s only eight, Dad,” she said. “Besides, she said her mom would pick me up.”

Fortunately, her dad didn’t fight her too much. “Uh, I guess. You need to be home by noon tomorrow, though. We’re having a family lunch with aunts and uncles and grandparents at one.”

“Okay,” she said, turning to the hallway excitedly. She got to the doorjam before she stopped and bit her lip. Slowly turning back, she asked, “Can I invite Andy? So they could meet him?”

“You’re still seeing that boy?” her dad asked, irritation tainting the words. He sighed heavily.
“You grandpa might have a heart attack.”

“Grams would like him!” she exclaimed. “And Uncle Boris has tattoos!”

“Your Uncle Boris is also named Boris and therefore would have tattoos,” her dad argued, as if the name had any sort of significance to the man. He sighed a heavy sigh before saying, “Stephanie, I don’t even like that you’re seeing him. I don’t think having him over would be the best idea.”

Stevie’s stomach hardened, her anger and hurt melting into a steel ball in her abdomen. “Dad, Andy’s just as polite as I am. Just because he has long hair doesn’t mean--”

“Look, I said no,” her father stated. “If you keeping pushing, I’ll forbid you from seeing him. In fact, I should do that anyway.”

“You’ve never even met him!” she cried, her fury fueling her. “You’re judging him on one tattoo and long hair and a piercing? He’s as intelligent and funny and kind as anybody else!”

“Don’t push it, young lady!” Her dad pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna’ stop seeing him. You’ll stop being in this stupid phase you’re in and meet somebody good for you. I mean for God’s sakes, Stevie, you’re eighteen years old, you’ve graduated six months early so you can start college next year, and you have your pick! How stupid could you be?”

Stevie felt like she’d been slapped. Her dad realized what he’d said but the words already hung in the air. He looked at her but she just took a few steps back. He tried to stammer a response, but Stevie didn’t let him.

“I’m gonna’ get my things and leave,” she stated, her words like daggers. Before he could try, she turned her back on him and began ascending the stairs to her room.

After reaching her room and shutting the door, she blinked her eyes shut hard to stop the tears at the rejection and hurt she felt. How could her dad treat a boy like that when he wouldn’t even give him the time of day? And to call her stupid for falling in love with him; the hurt travelled to her heart and cracked it.

While she knew six months was not a long time in the scheme of things, she knew that what Andy and she had was real. They’d already professed their love verbally, and Andy had even gotten her initials in the teeth of his Alkaline Trio tattoo as something subtle. She’d gotten the number six in roman numerals underneath her breast to hide it from her parents. She pushed herself to graduate high school early so she could spend more time with Andy, who was gonna’ drop out after his birthday. She knew that wasn’t the best thing for him to do, but she also knew the way the Cincinnati public school system treated him. He was 102% dedicated to his band and she knew how much it meant to him and how hard he’d work to make himself into something. She had faith in him. Why couldn’t her dad?

Pulling herself from her distress, Stevie took her phone out of her pocket and texted her boyfriend, “Getting my things together. I’ll be ready in five. I assume since I’m sleeping over at Nancy’s that I should be bringing spare clothes? (;”

After a pause, “already outside your house. and yes, bring a change of clothes :*”

Stevie slid the phone back into her pocket and began packing her things. She put a bag together of this cute little pajama set that almost resembled lingerie and clothes for the next day. She threw her make-up into a little pouch she had and threw that in too with her brush and phone charger. Once that was together she slid on her Vans, grabbed her bag and purse, and started back down the stairs. She gave her father a quick glance when she reached the bottom, and he was already looking at her.

“Look, Stevie,” he started.

“Don’t,” she said. “You hate Andy based on literally nothing. You’ve never even bothered to meet him.”

“Stephanie, I get that you like this boy but I am your father. I know what’s best for you,” he said sternly.

Stevie rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving. See you later.”

Without another word, she grabbed her keys off the key ring by the door and stepped out, locking it behind her. After throwing that into her purse too, she looked up to see Andy’s Cadillac Eldorado. Already feeling relieved, she almost skipped down her driveway.

Andy had already reached across to open the door for her, so she pulled the door open further and climbed in. After setting her bag down at her feet, her boyfriend leaned in for a small kiss to which she happily obliged. He smiled and said, “Hey, baby” before putting the car back into gear and driving away.

As they traveled down the relatively quiet neighborhood streets, their hands intertwined over the center console and Andy asked about her day. She decided to exclude the conversation she’d just had with her father and instead just told him about having gone to work at the bootleg merch store she worked at and about all the new things she was gonna’ get when her paycheck came in. He listened attentively, occasionally throwing in his two cents. They passed by houses decorated for Christmas, which was coming in just a couple weeks, and as they got into downtown Cincinnati the decorations and lights got nicer and more festive. It put to ease some of the uneasiness she’d had when talking to her dad.

Stevie tried not to, but eventually she had to ask, “Where are we going?”

The edges of Andy’s lips began to curl. “I was wondering when you were gonna’ ask,” he chuckled. “It’s a surprise.”

She tried to suppress her sigh, but she obviously couldn’t because Andy chuckled again. “I know you hate surprises, baby, but I promise this is a good one.”

Stevie thought about making a sarcastic comment, but she bit her tongue. Instead, she just picked their conjoined hands up and kissed his, and before they settled back down he pulled hers over to kiss it too.

After passing by a few busy streets and admiring the decorations of some of the stores, Andy turned into a hotel and Stevie’s eyes widened. The place was called The Park, and it was known to be a pretty decent hotel in the area. She looked over at Andy, who was putting his car in park in front of the valet. He looked over at her surprised face and smiled, leaning in to kiss the shock off of it. Somebody had already opened her door for her to get out. “C’mon,” he said, unlinking their hands and starting to get out.

Following his lead, Stevie got out and let the valet guy shut the door behind her after she grabbed her bags. Andy had his own backpack he got out of his trunk, and he fished a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to the valet worker. He met her on the other side and took her hand, smiling at her again. “C’mon,” he said.

She couldn’t help but smile back at him this time and took his hand. They walked in together, and Stevie took in the modern but affluent lobby. She knew two kids would never be seen in here normally. As they walked towards check-in, Andy leaned into her ear and murmured, “The reservation is under your name, since legally I can’t book a room yet,” which was true since he was turning eighteen the day after Christmas. He pulled several bills out of his wallet and handed them to her as they got to the check-in desk.

Nobody was at the desk at that second, so Stevie took a moment to look at the money in her hand. “Where’d you get this?” she asked.

He smiled. “Robbed a bank,” he joked. After a little nudge in the ribs from Stevie, he answered,
“I’ve been saving the money I get from each gig, you know that.”

“Yeah, but for this?” she questioned.

“Well, not exactly,” he stated. “I did a little math and it looked like I had a little bit of extra money than I’d thought. That, and I’ve been working some nights at the shop screen-printing t-shirts.” When she gives him a look for the whole story, he finally caves. “Look, I wanted to treat my girl and just have some time away from reality with you. So yes, I saved money just to spoil you. Get over it.” He pecked her lips.

Stevie tried to think of something to say, but before she could a staff-member returned to the desk. She gave a small double-take at the teens, but she nonetheless asked, “Reservation?”

After giving the reservation name, the money for the reservation, and having her ID checked by both the staff member and the manager, they were given the room keycard. On the elevator ride up to their floor, Andy wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “Are you mad?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she answered. “I just don’t know what to say. I feel so special.”

“You are so special,” he replied, a small smile on his face. The doors opened to let them out onto the fourth floor, and they walked down the hall until they got to room 409 at the end. Swiping the keycard, Stevie opened the door and they both entered, turning the lights on as they did.

The room was open and relatively large, with a softly lit light fixture and yellow (the nice type of yellow, Stevie thought) walls. They had a little microwave, coffee maker, sink, mini fridge, and a set of cabinets and drawers against the wall to the right of the door in the opening of the room. When they walked in further, they saw a big queen-sized bed with two nightstands on either side against the back wall. In front of the bed by a few feet was a fancy looking couch that sat in front of a TV with a coffee table perched in between. There was a closet next to the bed on the left side and a window to the street below on the right. Next to the closet was the doorway for the bathroom.

Stevie set her bag down on the couch as Andy put the chain on the door. She wandered to the bed and ran her fingers across the silky comforter and looked out to the street, where cars busily rushed by. A big Christmas tree light sculpture glowed on the rooftop across the street. As Andy set his bag down on the bed she looked into the bathroom and saw a rather large bathtub, the one with all the jets and things, and an otherwise average looking set-up. She walked in and turned the light on, looking at the soaps and amenities on the counter. She glanced at most of them before stopping at the “bubble bath balm” at the end of the line. Picking it up, she could hear Andy sitting on the bed. She turned to look at him, and he was sitting facing her.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Bubble bath solution,” she answered, glancing at the bath.

Andy reached into his bag as he said, “I can top that.” He pulled out a bottle of champagne, which Stevie just raised an eyebrow at with a smile. He smiled back, saying, “Perks of having older friends.”

She walked to him and leaned in to kiss him, and he immediately grabbed her waist and moved his lips with her. His lip ring was warm, as it always was, but it felt like home to her now. What if he ever decided to take it out? She almost laughed at herself for thinking about the distress it’d cause her.

As they separated, their eyes met and they could keep their faces straight for a only a moment before smiling at each other. Taking the keycard from her back pocket, Andy said, “I’m gonna’ go put some ice in the ice bucket so we don’t have to drink this shit hot.”

“Okay,” she said, kissing him again. “Hurry back.” She kissed him another time.

He kissed her too. “Nothing could slow me down,” he said, giving her one final smooch. He stood and looked at her, and they both smiled and kissed one final (for real final) time before he grabbed the ice bucket and walked back out.

Stevie, now alone in the room, took another look around. Her eyes landed back at the bathtub, and she looked at the bubble bath solution still in her hand. With a grin, she entered the bathroom again and sat on the edge of the bath and reached over to the wall, turning the water on and getting it to the right temperature. When it was reached, she plugged the drain and poured the soap in.

As she started undressing, she heard the door open back up. “I’m back,” Andy called, and she could hear him redoing the chain. Stevie was already in her bra and underwear, and the water was almost to the highest point it could be for their two bodies. She turned right as Andy came into her line of sight, and when he looked up at her he stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow,” he mumbled.

While they had done things together, Stevie was pretty sure they’d never seen each other completely naked. They’d seen each other’s more pertinent parts, but not all together. Stevie’d seen his dick when they’d fool around in the back of his car. Andy had seen pictures of Stevie naked from the waist up (although she knew it wasn’t a bright idea, but she knew Andy would never betray her trust). She figured tonight would be the night their images of each other changed.

“I’m running a bath,” Stevie said, although at that point it was obvious. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and while she’d been nervous being totally exposed to lovers in the past she felt no inhibitions with Andy. Upon removal, she threw it to the ground and gave him a “that means for the both of us” look before walking to the bath and shutting the water off. She took her underwear off quickly but got into the water before he could see, some residual anxiety apparently still present.

Almost as if to check if he was actually invited, Andy peeked his head around the doorway. Laughing, Stevie gestured to the water. “C’mon, scaredy cat. I won’t bite.” She sat against the wall that didn’t have the spout on it.

Andy took a step in and kicked off his shoes. Stevie watched as he slowly removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. When the pants started coming off, Andy dragged his briefs off with it. She could sense his minor anxiety too, but he walked forward and stepped into the tub. He sat facing away from her but leaned back so he was resting against her chest. His legs were too long, of course, so he sat with his knees bent up so they were out of the water. His head rested on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He grabbed her hands under the water and intertwined their fingers, and after they were settled they sat in silence, comfortably resting with each other.

Stevie could feel her the tenseness melting away in the bath. The bubbles smelled like roses, and her boy’s hair still smelled like cigarettes. She shut her eyes contently, feeling at home in the fancy hotel room. All she needed was her man to feel this way. He’d worked his ass off to make the money to afford this place for her, and the thought made her heart swell and fill the cracks made by her dad. If only he could know how perfect Andy really was.

They sat together for a long while, taking comfort in the hot water and in each other. Stevie hadn’t seen Andy this relaxed in her life. He was always aware of everything and was the type of guy to lead in sticky situations, so he was usually tense from needing to have control. Some of his prior bandmates had quit the band recently too, which had dampened his spirits quite a bit, but Stevie had told him to keep his head up and that things would work out. If he couldn’t take solace in the band, he could take solace in her. That was the first night they’d slept together, as in they both slept in the same bed together. Stevie didn’t know sleeping could’ve gotten any easier until that night.

“Stephanie,” Andy murmured. His eyes remained closed.

Her stomach flooded with butterflies. He didn’t call her by that name usually, but when he did it was because he was being serious or teasing. This felt serious. “Mm-hmm?” she hummed.

“I love you more than I think I’ve ever loved anybody before,” he told her. “More than I love my band or my family. I feel like you’re apart of me now. I want you to be.”

Stevie swallowed hard. “I want to be, too.”

Andy sat up, the tips of his hair dripping wet while the rest remained dry. He turned towards her, folding his legs criss-cross under the water. Grabbing her hands, he lifted them from the water and kissed them before returning back to the warmth. He looked at her and opened his mouth, then shut it. Confused, Stevie asked, “What is it?”

“I just...” He cleared his throat. “I sound so mushy, but I feel so incredibly lucky I get to call you mine, Stevie.”

A small blush spread across her face, but she hid it by looking down. “I’m the one with the most perfect boy in the world,” she mumbled. She glanced back up.

Andy met her eyes, and they just watched each other for a minute. Finally, Andy looked down at the bubbles and spoke. “When I turn eighteen, I’m gonna’ pack my stuff up and go to California to really try and get my band going.”

Stevie’s heart stopped. He was... He was gonna’ leave? She knew he was dropping out of school but now he was moving across the country? What was she going to do without him? Was he going to come back to visit? Was he going to break up with her on this trip so there wouldn’t be long-distance problems? What could--

“But I want you to come with me,” he continued, looking at her.

While her heart restarted, now her throat was locked up. She couldn’t speak; she could barely think. He wanted her to come with him to California. He wanted her to come with him. He wanted her.

“I know it seems crazy,” he kept going. “Two eighteen year old kids moving to Los Angeles with nothing. But I know I can’t make BVB a thing here, I need to go. I can’t leave you, though, Stephanie. I’m so in love with you that my brain hurts trying to comprehend it.” He squeezed her hands. “I know it’s crazy,” he said again, “but please, honey. I need you.”

The vice grip on her throat had lessened, but she was still rigid from shock. Because she couldn’t speak she took her hands from his and grabbed his face, kissing him instead. He was surprised, but he excitedly responded to her lips. When she pulled away, he asked, “Is that a yes?”

She nodded quickly and finally got out a, “Yes!”

He smiled at her and leaned back into her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands squeezed her calves under the water. Lifting her legs up, they both scooted closer together until Stevie was sat in his lap and he could straighten his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist under the water and held her as they kissed, their fevered lips barely letting breath come in. Slowly, as to not disrupt the water, Andy turned them in the tub so his back was no longer facing the water spout and he rested against the wall. They kissed and kissed until finally Stevie felt a little light-headed, so she finally resigned herself to his shoulder and held her arms tight around him. Andy simply held her tighter too.

While Stevie was euphoric about moving to California with her man to start a new life there, tendrils of doubt snuck into her brain, squeezing tight. While she was currently mad at him, she’d never really had a problem with her father or her mother. They were on a need-to-know basis, where they trusted Stevie enough to ask what time she would be home and to text them if she was going to run late. That’s all it took, a text, and she could do whatever she wanted. But now, she was going to return home, take that trust, and ask for it as she told them she was leaving with Andy. Her mother would probably burst into tears at the idea that her sole child was leaving. Her dad, well...

The relationship between Stevie and her father had almost always been upbeat and cheerful, but upon turning sixteen something changed inside her dad and made him less trusting and more strict. She chalked that up to a “coming-of-age”, “daddy’s-afraid-of-his-little-girl-growing-up” stage, but in her heart she knew that wasn’t it. They were changing. Hell, she was an Aries and he was a Leo, of course they were gonna’ butt heads. However, she knew that this decision was going to be the metaphorical straw to break the metaphorical camel’s back. She realized she was nervous to tell him.

As she shifted, she quietly asked, “Have you told your parents yet?”
Without missing a beat he answered, “Yep. My dad’s already mad at me, I figured I’d just lay it all out for them. Mom’s upset because she thinks it’s a little too soon to leave the nest, but she’s coming to terms with it. Dad thinks the same thing, but he also thinks that my behavior in school will be mimicked in LA.”

“I highly doubt that,” Stevie mumbled against his chest.

Andy squeezed her under the water and kissed her head. “I mean, I have to buy my girl a house. No dilly-dallying.”

Stevie couldn’t help but laugh as she said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’ll be living in the car for a while.” After curling into him a little more, she admitted, “I’m sort of nervous to tell my dad.”

Knowing this was a sensitive subject, he chose his words carefully. “Because you think he’ll tell you no?”

“Because I think he’d disown me,” Stevie sighed, only half joking. “I tried asking him if I could invite you to family dinner tomorrow and he called me stupid for even dating you. I’m gonna’ tell him I’m leaving with you, which he can’t say no to because it isn’t his decision to make, and he’s gonna’ say what?” She hated that she was even telling Andy, because she knew it ate at him that he couldn’t get the approval of her dad. But who else could she talk to if not him?

Andy knew Stevie’s relationship with her parents was much different than his own. His parents supported him wanting to be a musician for a living, and they let him get the tattoos that were important to him before he was eighteen because they knew it didn’t make him a bad kid. Stevie’s parents, however, were idealists that felt like relics of a nuclear family from the fifties. Her mom hated tattoos, her dad hated long hair on men, they both hated instability and uncertainty. These were things Andy excelled in. He’d tried, of course. He wore dress shirts whenever he knew her dad would see him, tried to keep his hair tame too, and would tone his entire personality down because he wanted to earn his approval. Stevie’s mom had come around eventually, but her dad wouldn’t budge.

While he knew that Stevie wouldn’t need her dad’s support or consent, Andy knew she still wanted it. He was probably just as worried that she wouldn’t get it, because it would hurt her. That’s the absolute last thing he wanted for her.

“If you don’t want to go because of your dad,” he started, his voice getting soft.

Stevie cut him off, not letting him finish the thought. She sat up so their eyes met before speaking. “Andy, I love you. I hate it here. I would be an idiot to stay here without you.” He lowered his head, not even liking the idea of leaving her behind. She pushed the hair from his face before continuing. “My dad isn’t going to stop me. If I applied to any university in California right now I could probably get in. There’s a world of opportunities for both of us out there. I don’t need his blessing.”

Andy grabbed her hand again under the water. “Yeah, but I know you still want it,” he murmured, almost afraid to say it. His eyes went back to the bubbles, which were starting to disperse. Stevie’s breasts were exposed now, and while this would’ve aroused him normally all he wanted was for her to be comfortable and happy, and he didn’t know if this move was going to allow her that.

She opened her mouth, but words didn’t come out. Closing it, Stevie bit her cheek, a nervous tick she sometimes did. She couldn’t fight him because he was right; she wanted it desperately. However, looking at the boy in front of her steeled her thoughts, emotions, and feelings that she knew were true. She wanted her father’s approval, but she was always going to want Andy
more.

Stevie lifted his chin so their eyes would meet again, and Andy held his breath. “I want you,” she said, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip. “Always.”

The affirmation made Andy feel light and invincible, like he could take her dad on by himself. He resolved that she wouldn’t tell him herself, that he would be there to support her. He sat up, forcing Stevie to turn completely to face him, sending her legs to either side of him. She kept her arms around his neck as he wrapped his back around her waist. He locked their eyes, searching for any deception or fear, but found none. Finally, he leaned forward and held her up as she tilted back enough for Andy to reach and unplug the bathtub. When they sat back upright, Andy murmured, “I love you, Stephanie.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I love you too, Andy.” She pressed her lips to his.

They kissed long and hard and deep. As the water slowly drained, their impassioned lips felt like they were burning. Their mouths opened to each other, and Andy took the opportunity to slide his tongue against hers. The kiss was erotic, so much so that Stevie could feel herself becoming aroused. Being this close (while completely 100% naked, also) turned her on. She let her restless hips readjust how she was sitting on his lap, and she became all-too-aware of exactly where Andy’s penis was in conjunction to where her sex was. This got her blood boiling.

Stevie leaned into her lover’s neck, placing small, lingering kisses where she pleased. Andy’s fingers slowly traced from the dimples in her back, down along her butt, and to the back of her thighs where he gripped onto her. She was running so hot, and he could feel it. He felt like he’d explode if he couldn’t get closer.

Daringly, Andy gave a light squeeze to Stevie’s left buttcheek before bringing his hand around to the front, where he firmly grabbed her breast as they kissed. She temporarily lost her hips as they lifted in excitement but, smiling, she continued kissing him. He smiled back at her as he moved his other hand to her other breast, gently kneading them both, but once again his right hand got a little restless. He rubbed his thumb over her small, pert nipple before tracing his hand down her waist and to her thigh. From there, he easily slid it up to her pussy, which was so hot and soaking wet already. Stevie’s fingers curled and gently scratched his back as she gasped, her core throbbing impatiently. He wasted no time and began rubbing circles into her
small clitoris.

As she reacted, Andy could feel himself respond too. He was clenching his stomach tightly, and his erection felt heavy and almost ached. He wanted nothing more than to feel all of Stevie, to feel her walls tighten around him as he took her. However, he knew there was a much more tactful way for the both of them to feel that sensation, and he’d go the way he knew would make the woman in front of him cry out in desire.

Stevie was panting against Andy’s shoulder, her lingering kisses at his neck long forgotten. She could feel how easily her body was responding to him, and she already knew he was a skilled enough lover to make her come more than once. Instead of holding onto it, she let her body go.
As the snowball rolled down the hill in her abdomen, she let her hips gyrate above his, her self-control completely gone.

“Stevie.” Andy’s voice was husky and breathless. The sound turned Stevie on even more, if possible. Seeing he hadn’t gotten her attention, he tried again, “Stevie.”

She stilled her body purposely, but his hand remained on her sensitive core. Her breath was shaky. At the silence, Andy murmured, “I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in the bathtub, baby. Let’s go to bed.”

While she knew that was the smarter idea, she could scarcely provide herself the will-power to lift herself from his lap. She took a moment to breathe, returning it to a more casual tempo. When this was achieved, she picked her head up to look at the boy in front of her, whose hands had officially left her. She was met with a small grin before he placed a kiss on her swollen lips.
“C’mon,” he urged.

She smiled too and finally leaned back, causing the cool air around them to meet the cold water still on their skin. Together, they shifted and maneuvered themselves apart until Stevie could stand by herself, and when she stood on the bathmat outside of the tub she helped the lanky teen in front of her to his feet. They both dried their still wet limbs with towels before grabbing each other’s hands and exiting the bathroom, turning the light off as they went.

Stevie began pulling the throw pillows and extra things off of the bed as Andy dimmed the lights just a bit. She pulled the comforter and sheets back, thinking about how extraordinary tonight was going to be. She loved him, more than she knew how to define, and he definitely loved her. Tonight was the night they were going to prove it to each other, to consummate their commitment to one another. She wasn’t really nervous, but a little marble of anxiety sat in her abdomen, rolling around just to mess with her. She sat on the bed, scooting to the center, and watched Andy (and Andy’s cute, nearly non-existent butt) pour two small glasses of now chilled champagne. As he turned and walked towards her, the vision of the naked man before her
incinerated the anxious marble with a hot, slow-burning fire.

Andy sat beside her, careful not to spill the champagne. She took the glass from him and brought her legs to her chest, almost temporarily voiding the sexual actions that had just occurred. Once he was seated, Andy raised his glass and clinked it against hers, and before they sipped he proposed, “To us.”

“To us,” she repeated, and they both took a long sip. While Andy’s gesture had been sweet, Stevie’s mind was still on feeling Andy’s body heat, and based on the fact Andy downed his glass and took hers from her hand, he felt the same.

Leaning in, Andy met her lips again. This kiss was slow but fervid. Stevie let her legs slide down a bit, and Andy took this opportunity to easily glide both of their bodies down on the bed so that his lover’s head rested daintily on the pillows below. She had turned her body to face him, almost laying on her side to kiss him and gently caress his cheek. He pulled away from her lips to kiss her palm and then further down to her wrist before he gently set her arm back onto the bed. He slid his arm around her slim waist, leaning in and pressing his mouth to her right nipple.

Stevie made a small noise that didn’t get past the back of her throat. Andy’s mouth was so hot and wet. His tongue lashed her nipple, igniting her blood to boil again, before he gently kissed it. He sat up a bit more to reach over to her left nipple, taking the former and gently kneading it in his hand. He began suckling, his tongue giving lascivious strokes to her hardened nub. Stevie ran his fingers through his long hair, pushing back the razor-cut fringe to expose his eyes though they weren’t on her face. She could feel her core warming again, excited at the fire rekindling.

As he sat up, Andy took both of Stevie’s lush breasts in his large hands and gently massaged them. He leaned down again to kiss her, but this time he met an open, waiting mouth. Their tongues caressed and stroked one another as their lips clashed together. Stevie could feel her wanton desire growing, and she knew her body was craving the orgasm she was pursuing in the bathtub. She lifted her hips to attempt being subtle about her demands, and Andy picked right up. Almost nonchalantly, he reshifted his entire body so that he was on his knees over her while propping himself on one arm.

Once again his large hand held Stevie’s breast firmly, but after a moment Andy pulled away, using both hands to hold himself up. He lowered himself to her neck, where he sucked on the skin beneath her ears until he received soft moans in return. From there his mouth explored the valley between her breasts, the line from the jugular notch to her belly button, and the smoothness of each of her full hips. It was when he got to the small mound of short pubic hair that he stopped again and sat up to kiss her lips. When her mouth opened to allow his tongue access, Andy instead parted her legs, eliciting a gasp from his lover. Gently he ran the pads of his fingertips against the bit of pubic hair and against her oh-so-sensitive exterior tissue before finally he slid one digit into her throbbing snatch.

Gripping the sheets, Stevie quietly moaned. After confirming how wet the temptress beneath him was, Andy slid another finger inside of her, using his middle and ring fingers to torturously tease his woman. He was sat up enough that he could continue sucking on her right breast. As Stevie moaned into the quiet air around them, Andy could feel nads tightening and his cock twitching. How he’d ever ended up with a girl so fine he still couldn’t figure out. To lessen his pain a bit, he forced himself to focus on Stevie, and moved his head from her breast to in between her legs.

At this point all of Stevie’s inhibitions had floated away. Her whole body felt like a raging ocean, if the water were replaced with fire. She could feel her stomach churning and her arms and legs igniting and she felt like smoke was coming out of her mouth as she moaned. As Andy parted her folds with his tongue, she almost felt like she was levitating, like her body was formless like a flame. She grabbed one of her own breasts as the other hand slid into Andy’s mane of hair, and he glanced up at her with a sly grin before pulling one of her legs over his shoulder and diving face-first into her snatch.

Liquid heat rushed to greet Andy and he greedily lapped at it. While he hadn’t gone down on many women, he knew Stevie was his favorite. She tasted so fresh, like the way daisies smell, and the sounds he received in return could fill his stomach for days let alone his ego. He loved her and he made sure she knew that as he lapped, licked, stroked, and sucked on her swollen clit and her drenched pussy. He quickly adapted as he listened for what made her moans louder or more frequent and did those more. All the while, he still thrusted his fingers into her.
Stevie’s eyes clamped shut and she squeezed her breast tightly. Andy’s long, slender fingers and his eager tongue were doing quite the number on her, and that snowball rolling down the hill was about to come crashing through her. She tried to keep her volume down, but she couldn’t help but moan his name. “Andy.”

He tried to ignore the ten pounds of weight seemingly added to his erection and pushed on, knowing his girl was close. He could already feel her grasping his fingers with her walls.

“Come for me, honey,” he murmured, maybe not even loud enough for her to hear. He sucked onto her clit as strongly as he could, gently flicking the engorged nub as he thrusted his fingers inside her and curled them as he pulled them back out. He quickly did a trick he remembered reading about somewhere and spelled out his own name with his tongue.

After only the “A” of his name, Stevie almost sat up as she came, her fingers in his hair trying not to pull it out and her body engulfed in flames. She let go of him as her body cried out. The sensations of her orgasm flooded outwards from her clitoris and through her limbs like lightning. She cried out almost like she was in pain, but really she was experiencing one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. And all the while, Andy just sat still and watched a goddess.

Several aftershocks later, Stevie’s body was finally spent. Her hips returned to the bed, her toes uncurled. She could still feel an occasional grip on Andy’s fingers, but he removed them once he realized it was over. She thought she went blind for a moment, only seeing stars, but she realized she still had her eyes shut and when she opened them she just barely caught the end of Andy licking her fluids off his fingers. An erotic sight, but she could barely react.

Andy crawled back up to lay his head next to hers. Instinctively she curled into him, almost shivering in the delights still echoing through her body. He carefully pulled the sheets over their bodies and waited patiently for her to return from Cloud Nine, though his dick was still protesting. He made sure it wouldn’t poke Stevie in the stomach or anything like that as he held her.

For a few moments they laid still, until finally Stevie looked up at him and spoke. “Did you trace an ‘A’ on my clit when you were--”

“Yes,” he answered, almost smirking. “I was gonna’ spell my name but you came after only one letter.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her grin. Instead she lightly flicked his nipple, earning a small yelp from Andy. “Watch it, missy,” he said, holding his peck, “or next time I’m gonna’ have to bring out the paddle.”

They both giggled (although really the idea wasn’t that crazy to either of them) and settled back down, looking at each other in silence for a few moments. After a pause, Stevie grabbed his hand again and mumbled, “I bet I know a way to make up for it.” She unhurriedly led his hand right back to her breast.

Andy hummed contently and lowered himself back down to suck onto her nipple. Stevie quietly purred at the attention, leaning back so he could take whatever he wanted. It occurred to her suddenly, though, that she hadn’t given a single thought that night to giving Andy pleasure.
She’d only been worried about her own after he’d started her up.

Carefully, Stevie used her hand to bring Andy’s lips back to hers. Almost drunkenly Andy slipped right into it, his tongue instinctively stroking hers. As they kissed, Stevie sat up and shifted so that it was Andy on his back on the bed. When she pulled away, Andy’s crystalline blue eyes were almost pouting. “What am I supposed to kiss now?” he asked.

She giggled and gave him a small kiss before crawling towards his legs. She briefly took her own little exploration of his nipples with her hands, gently squeezing them so that he felt sensation everywhere. He sort of yelped in surprise and playfully smacked her butt. “My nipples aren’t sexy like yours,” he joked.

“Everything about you reeks of sex,” she replied, winking at him. She placed a few small kisses on his ribs before eyeing up the main course. She glanced back at him to find his interest in her journey was suddenly piqued. Almost laughing, she laid on her stomach beside his left thigh, her breasts laying ontop of it. She let her feet saucily sway behind her as she rubbed her hand against his erection. As he took a deep breath through his teeth, Stevie’s eyes widened at just how steely he was. She pulled his shaft up and tenderly squeezed it, moving her hand down and slowly back up. Down slowly, up slowly. She looked at his face for a reaction, but his eyes were shut tight. Looking back to the matter at hand, literally, she used her thumb on an upstroke to gently rub underneath the crown of his hard-on, earning her a little groan of pleasure. Using that, she scooted forward a little more and took Andy’s cock into her mouth.

Andy’s eyes widened and he looked down to watch his girl work. He already felt like his balls were gonna’ burst, and now she was blowing him! As she made a slow tempo, using her tongue to flicker around his head, Andy held his breath. Her mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted nothing more than to hold her hair and fuck her mouth, but he restrained himself to just holding her hair out of the way. He wasn’t gonna’ be an asshole, at least not tonight.

Stevie broke away for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She continued to stroke him while she did little tricks she’d learned from her mom’s magazines. She twisted her hand as she stroked and she made sure to tease the veins she could see. Andy was sweating and making these noises, almost like groans but also like whines, and the sound was enough to light Stevie’s spark again. She loved that she made her man feel that way. This pushed her to please him more, and so she took him in her mouth and pushed down until she felt like she was going to choke.

Sitting up, Andy moaned out at his girlfriend’s gagging. When she pulled away she looked up at him, and little line of spit connected her bottom lip and his erection. He wiped it away with his thumb before saying, “If you keep this up, I won’t actually have it in me to fuck.”
She winked before deep-throating him again.

“Stevie!” he cried out, and when she lifted her head again she wiped her own mouth. Andy knew how imminent the danger of coming was. “Baby, I’m serious,” he said, using his hand to force her chin up. “Come here and kiss me.”

Reluctantly Stevie complied, kissing her boyfriend with as much ardor as she felt in her tummy. She pushed her boyfriend back to the bed, caressing his chest and arms so he could cool off. After kissing each of his ribs, Stevie threw her leg over his waist and straddled him.

Sitting up onto his elbows, Andy protested, “Wait, I didn’t grab a condom.”

While the concern for safety made her sort of mushy on the inside, she knew it wasn’t necessary. She’d been on birth control for months, having anticipated this occasion. “You don’t have anything, do you?” she asked.

“Uh, no,” Andy mumbled, confused. “That’s not why I’m saying, tho--”

Stevie kissed her boy. “If it’s alright with you,” she murmured, “I went on birth control just so that we could do this sans rubber. I’m not saying it’s gonna’ be like this all the time. I feel way safer with a condom, but I wanted tonight to be... I don’t know. Special.”

Andy softened beneath her, touched at such a gesture. She continued, “I want you to take me the way a man should take his woman. If it’s alright with you, tonight I want to feel that.”
He nodded, kissing her lips with such fervor that both their lips began swelling again. “Tonight, I’d love to be with you in this way,” he whispered.

She smiled, his acceptance bringing a new glow to her body. Slowly she sat back up. Her eyes devoured the man beneath her, his strong but lean chest, his lanky arms, his long hair, his azure eyes. He was in every way the perfect boy for her, and she felt so fortunate to have him. And in the same fashion, Andy could hardly comprehend that the ethereal being sat in his lap was a girl he could call his own. She supported him in a way no one ever had before, and his heart swelled at the idea she’d be his for as long as he asked. He’d never been more ready to be with a woman.

Slowly, as to not hurt either one of them, Stevie shifted her hips up and once again grasped Andy’s length in her palm. She gave a few more tender strokes before shifting her body weight up. They both held their breath as she guided him to her welcoming cunt. They felt his head meet the grooves of her entrance, and finally Stevie lowered herself down, completely sinking Andy’s cock inside her.

The two both sighed, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She felt herself stretching open, her walls widening to allow him in this her most sacred part of her body. SImilarly, her pussy was hot and held him snuggly. He could feel the ridges of her tunnel, and while he knew it was impossible almost felt like he was hitting her womb.

Stevie leaned forward onto her hands to better move her hips. She tentatively pulled up as far as she could before settling down again, feeling like he’d managed to somehow burrow deeper this time. This movement earned her a small moan and earned him a gasp. She began moving, slowly but surely, and suddenly their voices couldn’t be held. She started moaning, quietly but consistently. Andy watched her breasts bounce back and forth and the way her hips swayed as she lowered herself onto him. Generally his noise was heavy sighs or quiet cursing, but upon certain thrusts he, too, would moan out.

Once the rhythm was established, Stevie picked it up a bit. She felt her cunny widening and narrowing as she accepted him over and over again. She’d never felt such ecstasy in her life! His length was so hard and hot that she could barely breathe. She felt complete, like there had been something missing before. She knew in her heart this was right, that it was meant to be, and nothing could dissuade her.

Similarly, Andy felt his whole body was aglow, like his veins were made of electricity. He felt pin pricks in his hands as he grabbed her waist and the bead of sweat stuck where he was furrowing his brows. He’d never felt so whole in his life. If he hadn’t known before, he would’ve known now that he couldn’t leave her side. He loved her so much. What would he ever do without his woman?

Their skin met with soft claps! every time. Their eyes found one another’s and their gazes never broke. Even when Stevie felt she was being split in two, she still cried out in rapture. They were completely taken by one another, their bodies moving in perfect time. Even when Stevie’s tired hips gave out and she crashed to Andy’s chest, he still moved, keeping their rhythm going as Stevie mumbled sweet nothings into his ear.

Slowly, Andy pulled out. At the sudden emptiness Stevie gasped, and Andy’s cock felt something like homesick. He gently rolled his lover over, stopping to pray at her breasts and ribs and waist with kisses. When he moved above her, she opened her legs eagerly, awaiting his triumphant return. Sliding a hand between them, Andy easily found the place he belonged and pushed his hips forward, sliding all the way to the hilt. This elicited an actual moan from Stevie, her body in ruins as Andy began his own pace. While tempered, Andy couldn’t help his unruly hips as they crashed into hers over and over and over again. His thrusts were deep, causing both of them to cry out.

Stevie wrapped her legs around Andy’s waist, wanting as much as he could possibly give her. She felt so full, so wanton and lewd. She’d never wanted somebody so badly in her whole life. She cried out his name over and over again, thinking about every beautiful part about him, and she felt herself growing tense. As he grazed her walls she was being toyed with, like he was giving a flame to the gasoline in her veins.

Andy was also inebriated by their union. He felt so hard, so aroused for only this woman. As he sunk into her awaiting pussy, he felt closer and closer to her, like he was breaking down all the barriers that were left. He wanted that for them, to be completely transparent and open together. As he engulfed himself in sensation, they were both ready to fly free.
Quickly, Andy leaned back into her throat and massaged a breast with his spare hand. The heat generating between their thighs was enough to burn the hotel to the ground. He started pushing a little harder, a little harder, finally almost punishing her for making him fall in love so deeply.

Stevie was ready. Her body sang to him as the muscles in her belly tightened, and in a sudden burst her orgasm rang through the room. The moan and the almost milking sensation Andy felt was enough to carry him with her, and halfway through her orgasm he, too, came with a loud cry. Their hips still met each others in brief, uncoordinated thrusts, until Andy’s seed was completely spent. Stevie had never felt so warm or so full in her whole life.

Momentarily Andy let his full body weight rest on Stevie, though it didn’t bother her at all. Both of their breathing was labored, their chests heaving against one another’s. After a moment, Andy pulled out of Stevie and laid beside her, bringing her into his chest. He’d never felt so fulfilled and yet so hollow at the same time. He wanted to keep her forever, so he’d never have to feel hollow again. Stevie felt the exact same and clung to her love as they cooled down.

And after a moment, Stevie broke the silence. “To us,” she murmured.

Andy smiled, their cheers meaning everything to him. “To us,” he repeated.

Notes

I LITERALLY COULD NOT SLEEP UNTIL I FINISHED THIS FUCKING ONE SHOT SO IF THERE ARE ERRORS MY APOLOGIES BUT FUCK I'M EXCITED

Arbitrarily, getting this idea about continuing the stevieXandy story arc got me HYPED the other day and I literally haven't been able to stop writing since then. I got so excited that I've been procrastinating homework just to write it.

For those of you who don't know, this is sort of a part II to the one shot "Teenage Rebellion" that I also wrote at two am (but in my opinion is not nearly as great as this one is).

Please show this some love. I know I've been absent for a while, but like, nobody wants to hear my excuses. If you post more, I'll post more (probably)! So please please please let me know what you think and how you liked my conclusion (I guess?) to the story. Thank you!

~Niki

P.S. Yes, I did change my screen name to ghoulbaby. My other one is connected to a few other social media accounts I have and I don't want this to be associated with those, 'cause like my parents can find a username y'know? Anyway, goodnight (or good morning, y'know whatever)