Axl/Sue Fanfic (The Middle)
Title: Hitting All The Bases
Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T to M
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: “The Wheel Of Pain”
Summary: An accidental kiss sends Axl and Sue down towards the point of no return. (An Orson, Indiana Incest Smutfic)
Warnings: Sibling incest, kissing, occasional swearing, teenage inebriation, sexual situations and explicit incest sex scenes.
Word Count: approx. 6, 880
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
AN: This fic was inspired by "The Popsicle" By MadBoxOfTurtles on FFNet and "The Guiltless Guide to Destruction" by celestial_fish on Livejournal.
This fic is set in Axl’s POV.
The title is inspired by the ‘baseball euphemism’ in regards to sex, so will be using baseball terminology for each chapter title. Age of consent in Indiana is sixteen, which is why I set this after “Wheel Of Pain” timeline wise.
Set in Season 4, after “Wheel Of Pain” but three things didn’t happen:
1) In “Last Whiff Of Summer pt 2” Brick doesn’t ask Frankie about the fair, but asks for something else (a book convention in Indy instead) so Axl still has his Gran Torino.
2) In “Halloween III: The Driving” Axl was busy working on the election thingy and was elsewhere so Sue didn’t run the car over Axl’s foot, therefore he didn’t meet Cassidy and end up dating her.
3) In "Valentine's Day IV." Sue didn’t end up going to the Valentine’s Dance so the Sue-Darrin kiss never happened.
AN: See the disclaimer/summary/author’s notes in first chapter
AN 2: Sweet Sunday’s is a made-up icecream parlour since an actual one wasn’t mentioned by name on the show
AN3: The tissue box thing came from “The Name” (The episode is supposed to be set right after “Wheel Of Pain” but let’s pretend Frankie and Janet already had the fight & crying and Janet’s “You don't keep tissues on your nightstand?” comment before “Christmas Help” plot-wise)
Second Base (Part II)
“Boys! Get up!” I heard Mom simultaneously loudly knock and shout at the door.
I groaned.
It was Monday.
Which meant school.
I grudgily got up for school as usual, but I knew that last night did happen.
That, I didn’t deny.
It wasn’t a dream that I gave Sue her first big O.
I passed Brick, whilst ignoring him since he was multitasking changing from his pyjamas to school clothes while being absorbed into reading his latest book.
Still clad in my boxers, I jumped upon the counter and sat on it and grabbed the plate of hot waffles Mom apparently got up early to ‘make’ (a.k.a they’re frozen pancakes heated in the microwave) and began to chow down on the stack without cutlery. Once I finished, I made sure to swipe the last bit of syrup and stuck it in my mouth to suck it off.
I caught Sue slightly blushing as she stared at my finger.
I knew she was remembering last night.
I gave her a knowing wink and a smirk, and her blush deepened, then cleared her throat and quickly left the table ignoring Mom, who was telling off Brick for not giving her advance notice on an assignment.
I rolled my eyes.
Same old, same old.
I jumped off the counter and got ready for school.
Right now, I was leaning against the wall outside where my morning classes were at, which was in the freshman hall area. From my vantage, I had a perfect view of Sue at her locker. As I ignored Darrin chattering about something that I wasn’t even interested in, I surreptitiously watched Sue sigh as she closed her locker door, then jump as a familiar face was revealed as it was hidden behind the once open locker.
“Matt?” she asked in shock, which I could hear clearly as it was shouted.
I raised my eyebrows in shock as well.
Matt sure grew. Last time I saw this dude, he was this… short guy, and dorky.
Now he was tall and not…dorky-looking.
I narrowed my eyes in a glare.
How dare that…wrestling mat invade my territory.
Sue was mine, goddammit.
Without any thought, I made a beeline for them as I left Darrin behind who was still talking, oblivious to his ‘lost’ audience of one.
As I neared them, I could not help but hear Matt say “Hi Sue. I’m back. My Dad got a promotion back in the Orson branch of the company he was with and plus my grandma’s sick.”
I watched Sue nod in shock.
“How about we grab some icecream at Sweet Sunday’s this afternoon and catch up and possibly more?” He grabbed Sue’s hand and placed a kiss on top of it. They didn’t notice me approach them.
I needed Sue’s attention off him and back onto me, where it belonged.
I punched the locker next to Matt and glared at him. He might be tall now, but his height was slightly shorter than me.
“Take a hike, dude.” I said.
"Axl!” Sue cried angrily, outraged at me.
Matt looked between us as Sue and I glared at the one and the other for different reasons.
"Okay..." he backed off and departed.
“Matt!" Sue called, but it was lost in the noisy milling crowd of students in the hallway.
She waved towards Matt's direction "Look what you did! Matt and I were just talking..."
I narrowed my eyes and said flatly "He asked you out again."
Sue swallowed nervously, "I know."
“Remember he dumped you for Sheri? He's a douchebag, Sue. I would treat you better. Just don’t go on that date with him this afternoon. Please?” I finished almost suppliantly.
Sue was taken aback, speechless, then said “Axl-” but the second bell rang interrupted what she was about to say but since the overachiever she was, she gave me an apologetic look then she left so she wouldn’t be tardy for her class. I banged my head back against the lockers as I watched her go.
I had to get rid of him.
He was invading my territory, and I wanted him out.
As I sat in my Math class, I thought deep and hard, trying to think of a plausible way to keep that Matt dude away from Sue.
As my eyes fell onto Courtney and Debbie, who were whispering and giggling, An ember of an idea began to form.
After the class was over, I approached the girls.
As I neared them, I could hear them talking about the ‘hot new transfer student’.
This was my opportune moment.
“Hey. I heard that that new transfer student would be at Sweet Sunday’s this afternoon. Why don’t you make him feel welcome.”
I gave them my ‘I’m the Axman’ smile, the one girls usually fall for.
Courtney and Debbie looked at each other and chorused “We will. Thanks Axl.”
I smirked as I watched them go, giggling.
Too easy.
Those two chicks were easy marks, since they were easy to manipulate since they were dumb.
Matt surely would take the bait, since he would not resist two hot girls being all over him.
It now was afternoon, and once the bell had rung, I scrammed making a beeline for my car, knowing that Sue was going to Sweet Sunday’s with Matt, and I wanted to arrive there first and be inconspicuous until the time was right.
Once I arrived, I parked some distance away from the parlour. I waited and watched until they went into the icecream place then I got close enough to see Matt sitting comfortably in a booth, and Sue lining up behind a somewhat long queue but she didn’t see Courtney and Debbie walk in and make a beeline for Matt.
Showtime.
I smirked as I waited outside the place, waiting for my moment to be Sue’s hero, the knight in shining armour.
I straightened from my relaxed slump against the wall that was next door to the icecream place as I saw Sue’s teary figure run out of the parlour and she stopped seeing me there. She sniffled and was hesitant, unsure what to do.
I silently opened up my arms and she ran into them. She cried into my shirt. I held onto her tightly, as conflicting emotions of both happiness and anger overcame me. I was happy that Sue was in my arms yet I had the overwhelming urge to to punch Matt in the nose for being dumb enough to take the tantalising bait of Courtney and Debbie.
“I told you not to meet him….” I whispered into Sue’s ear. Due to Sue’s distraught state, she didn’t notice me picking her up into the bridal carry style and carried her my car. I deposited her into the passenger seat and walked back around to jump into the driver’s seat.
Sue was uncharacteristically silent in the car on the way home, just staring out of the widow despondently.
I looked sideways at her several times, waiting for her to say something, anything just to know that she was okay.
I shook my head grimly.
That little shit Matt.
Then she started to cry. I reached out hesitantly, then retracted my hand. I didn’t know what to do, or say; how to comfort her.
When we arrived home, Sue just curled up on the couch, staring sightlessly at the blank television screen.
My cell rang, interrupting the uncertain stillness. I snatched up and snapped down into it “What?!?”
It was Mom. Apparently Brick needed picking up from school since Mom was stuck at her practical exam that needed re-doing since she convinced Mrs Armwood for another shot at the practical exam since she practically flubbed the last one and Mom reminded me that since Dad was out with Dave, Jim and Chuck for beer and Game Night at Dave’s, it was up to me to get dinner. I picked up my keys and quickly explained to Sue the situation and then pointed at her “Don’t do anything funny until I get back.”
That brought a small twitch of a smile upon her face before it fell back into the despondent and blank look.
It was not a quick task. Not only I had to pick Brick up from school, I had to wait while he dropped his library books off, then drop Brick’s librarian friend off then Brick wanted Don's Oriental Food then I argued, saying “It’s Rib Time America night. Sue would want ribs, and I love their fries. Two against one, dude.” After some wait for our takeaway dinner we were finally on our way home.
“We cooked dinner!” I announced, waving our takeaway boxes, only to freeze on our spot in shock at the sight in front of us.
“Hello bro!” she said in a slurring tone giggled and then hiccupped, waving an half empty wine cooler at me. She was dancing to non-existent music, with at least five empty wine coolers nearby.
My eyes widened.
Sue was drunk.
Drunk on Mom’s wine coolers.
I quickly put down the takeaway boxes on the kitchen bench and shoved one to Brick and said “Go to your room and eat dinner and stay there.” Brick nodded, clutching his takeaway box and hurried off, shuffling towards his room and closing the door behind him.
I then turned my attention back onto Sue.
“Sue, give me that.” I held out a hand for the half-empty wine cooler.
“No, no no.” she said sing-songly, moving away from me.
“Sue!” I said angrily. With my athletic prowess, I was able to catch up to her and wrested the half-empty wine cooler from her, making her stumble and fall against my chest.
Then she started to cry into my shirt for the second time today.
Sighing, I set the wine cooler bottle down on a nearby side table and wrapped my arms around her in an awkward hug and started tentatively patting her back.
After a while I cleared my throat and said “Come on, you should try and sleep.” I half-carried, half-guided Sue to her bedroom and helped her lie down and tugged the blanket over her, grabbed her wastebasket and put it near her head.
“I’ll be back soon. Don’t you dare move.” I pointed at her as I backed out of the room. Quickly, I grabbed the half-empty wine-cooler from the side-table and poured the rest down the sink and picked up rest of the empty wine cooler bottles tossed them into the recycling box, filled up a big glass of water and returned to Sue.
“Take this and drink this.” I demanded, shoving the water at her. She complied, drinking the water until it was empty and placed it on the bedside table.
She started to cry again for the third time.
I held back an annoyed sigh and sat down and said flatly “He’s an idiot. If he didn’t really notice you for who you are, it’s his loss.” She gave me a tentative smile then reached up to hug me. I let her, despite my rule about hugs.
She backed off wiping at her eyes.
She quietly “I could do for you what you-” Sue stopped abruptly when I caught her hand that reached the button of his jeans.
As tempted I was, I couldn’t let her touch me while she was in that state, drunk, upset and vulnerable.
"Sue no… I would be taking advantage of you if I let you do this.” I said, shaking my head.
She pouted and said “You’re not taking advantage of me. I promise.” Then she gave me those eyes. The dejected kicked-puppy look.
The last time she looked at me like that, was when we all were stranded in Philly when Sue won the free flight tickets to New York City.
I groaned defeatedly.
Those eyes were definitely my weakness.
Hearing my defeated groan, she stated “You’ll let me anyway, won’t you?” she her hand back at my jeans button. I let her continue, ignoring that nagging voice from my subconscious. I let her unzip my jeans and I pulled both my jeans and boxers down and kicked them off, leaving me halfnaked from the bottom down.
My cock sprang up, free from the confines of the jeans. Hypnotised, Sue only could stare at the gorgeous cock in front of her.
“Wait, you never saw a cock before?” I blurted out, realising Sue was a total virgin, and this was her first time that she saw a cock.
Sue shook her head, blushing.
I smirked, proud that I was her ‘first’, and the fact I had beaten Matt to the punch.
She tentatively touched my cock, then I covered her hand with mine and guided her hand to wrap around my cock firmly, then began sliding our intertwined hands up and down my cock, then I did a gentle twisting motion on the way down which made me groan hard. I untangled my hand from her and said encouragingly keep going, don’t be afraid to be inventive.”
After some tentative yet experimental manoeuvres from Sue, I was groaning, then I spilled onto her hand.
She blushed, both shy and probably proud.
I reached to Sue’s bedside table, which had a tissue-box handy there and grabbed a few tissues (Ever since Aunt Janet had complained about no tissue boxes handy on Mom’s nightstand, Mom had insisted on stocking an box on every nightstand in every bedroom.) and gently wiped my spunk off her hands, chucked the spunky tissues in the small trash can nearby then grabbed her peach hand lotion and gently rubbed in a liberal amount of the lotion slowly, gently ensuring I had covered every inch of the both sides of her hand, then repeated the process on her other hand, finishing off with a kiss to her palm before gently dropping it next to her hand and returning the lotion to her nightstand.
I stood up, about to leave, but Sue grabbed my hand and said in a small voice and giving me those eyes “Stay. Please? Or at least stay until I fall asleep.”
“Okay.” I gave in, and lay down next to her and she rolled over and curled up next to me, clutching my shirt as if she was afraid I’d disappear or something.
Again, I silently cursed the stupidity of Matt. I threaded my fingers through Sue’s stringy hair and stroked it. Occasionally fingers got ensnarled by accident but I didn’t mind. As I hear her breaths get deep and regular, I realised I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to lay here with her all night.
Just like last night.
But I can’t. Shouldn’t.
Regretfully, I got up to leave, but not before I kissed her on the forehead.
Second Base (Part I) / Third Base
Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T to M
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: “The Wheel Of Pain”
Summary: An accidental kiss sends Axl and Sue down towards the point of no return. (An Orson, Indiana Incest Smutfic)
Warnings: Sibling incest, kissing, occasional swearing, teenage inebriation, sexual situations and explicit incest sex scenes.
Word Count: approx. 6, 880
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
AN: This fic was inspired by "The Popsicle" By MadBoxOfTurtles on FFNet and "The Guiltless Guide to Destruction" by celestial_fish on Livejournal.
This fic is set in Axl’s POV.
The title is inspired by the ‘baseball euphemism’ in regards to sex, so will be using baseball terminology for each chapter title. Age of consent in Indiana is sixteen, which is why I set this after “Wheel Of Pain” timeline wise.
Set in Season 4, after “Wheel Of Pain” but three things didn’t happen:
1) In “Last Whiff Of Summer pt 2” Brick doesn’t ask Frankie about the fair, but asks for something else (a book convention in Indy instead) so Axl still has his Gran Torino.
2) In “Halloween III: The Driving” Axl was busy working on the election thingy and was elsewhere so Sue didn’t run the car over Axl’s foot, therefore he didn’t meet Cassidy and end up dating her.
3) In "Valentine's Day IV." Sue didn’t end up going to the Valentine’s Dance so the Sue-Darrin kiss never happened.
AN: See the disclaimer/summary/author’s notes in first chapter
AN 2: Sweet Sunday’s is a made-up icecream parlour since an actual one wasn’t mentioned by name on the show
AN3: The tissue box thing came from “The Name” (The episode is supposed to be set right after “Wheel Of Pain” but let’s pretend Frankie and Janet already had the fight & crying and Janet’s “You don't keep tissues on your nightstand?” comment before “Christmas Help” plot-wise)
Second Base (Part II)
“Boys! Get up!” I heard Mom simultaneously loudly knock and shout at the door.
I groaned.
It was Monday.
Which meant school.
I grudgily got up for school as usual, but I knew that last night did happen.
That, I didn’t deny.
It wasn’t a dream that I gave Sue her first big O.
I passed Brick, whilst ignoring him since he was multitasking changing from his pyjamas to school clothes while being absorbed into reading his latest book.
Still clad in my boxers, I jumped upon the counter and sat on it and grabbed the plate of hot waffles Mom apparently got up early to ‘make’ (a.k.a they’re frozen pancakes heated in the microwave) and began to chow down on the stack without cutlery. Once I finished, I made sure to swipe the last bit of syrup and stuck it in my mouth to suck it off.
I caught Sue slightly blushing as she stared at my finger.
I knew she was remembering last night.
I gave her a knowing wink and a smirk, and her blush deepened, then cleared her throat and quickly left the table ignoring Mom, who was telling off Brick for not giving her advance notice on an assignment.
I rolled my eyes.
Same old, same old.
I jumped off the counter and got ready for school.
Right now, I was leaning against the wall outside where my morning classes were at, which was in the freshman hall area. From my vantage, I had a perfect view of Sue at her locker. As I ignored Darrin chattering about something that I wasn’t even interested in, I surreptitiously watched Sue sigh as she closed her locker door, then jump as a familiar face was revealed as it was hidden behind the once open locker.
“Matt?” she asked in shock, which I could hear clearly as it was shouted.
I raised my eyebrows in shock as well.
Matt sure grew. Last time I saw this dude, he was this… short guy, and dorky.
Now he was tall and not…dorky-looking.
I narrowed my eyes in a glare.
How dare that…wrestling mat invade my territory.
Sue was mine, goddammit.
Without any thought, I made a beeline for them as I left Darrin behind who was still talking, oblivious to his ‘lost’ audience of one.
As I neared them, I could not help but hear Matt say “Hi Sue. I’m back. My Dad got a promotion back in the Orson branch of the company he was with and plus my grandma’s sick.”
I watched Sue nod in shock.
“How about we grab some icecream at Sweet Sunday’s this afternoon and catch up and possibly more?” He grabbed Sue’s hand and placed a kiss on top of it. They didn’t notice me approach them.
I needed Sue’s attention off him and back onto me, where it belonged.
I punched the locker next to Matt and glared at him. He might be tall now, but his height was slightly shorter than me.
“Take a hike, dude.” I said.
"Axl!” Sue cried angrily, outraged at me.
Matt looked between us as Sue and I glared at the one and the other for different reasons.
"Okay..." he backed off and departed.
“Matt!" Sue called, but it was lost in the noisy milling crowd of students in the hallway.
She waved towards Matt's direction "Look what you did! Matt and I were just talking..."
I narrowed my eyes and said flatly "He asked you out again."
Sue swallowed nervously, "I know."
“Remember he dumped you for Sheri? He's a douchebag, Sue. I would treat you better. Just don’t go on that date with him this afternoon. Please?” I finished almost suppliantly.
Sue was taken aback, speechless, then said “Axl-” but the second bell rang interrupted what she was about to say but since the overachiever she was, she gave me an apologetic look then she left so she wouldn’t be tardy for her class. I banged my head back against the lockers as I watched her go.
I had to get rid of him.
He was invading my territory, and I wanted him out.
As I sat in my Math class, I thought deep and hard, trying to think of a plausible way to keep that Matt dude away from Sue.
As my eyes fell onto Courtney and Debbie, who were whispering and giggling, An ember of an idea began to form.
After the class was over, I approached the girls.
As I neared them, I could hear them talking about the ‘hot new transfer student’.
This was my opportune moment.
“Hey. I heard that that new transfer student would be at Sweet Sunday’s this afternoon. Why don’t you make him feel welcome.”
I gave them my ‘I’m the Axman’ smile, the one girls usually fall for.
Courtney and Debbie looked at each other and chorused “We will. Thanks Axl.”
I smirked as I watched them go, giggling.
Too easy.
Those two chicks were easy marks, since they were easy to manipulate since they were dumb.
Matt surely would take the bait, since he would not resist two hot girls being all over him.
It now was afternoon, and once the bell had rung, I scrammed making a beeline for my car, knowing that Sue was going to Sweet Sunday’s with Matt, and I wanted to arrive there first and be inconspicuous until the time was right.
Once I arrived, I parked some distance away from the parlour. I waited and watched until they went into the icecream place then I got close enough to see Matt sitting comfortably in a booth, and Sue lining up behind a somewhat long queue but she didn’t see Courtney and Debbie walk in and make a beeline for Matt.
Showtime.
I smirked as I waited outside the place, waiting for my moment to be Sue’s hero, the knight in shining armour.
I straightened from my relaxed slump against the wall that was next door to the icecream place as I saw Sue’s teary figure run out of the parlour and she stopped seeing me there. She sniffled and was hesitant, unsure what to do.
I silently opened up my arms and she ran into them. She cried into my shirt. I held onto her tightly, as conflicting emotions of both happiness and anger overcame me. I was happy that Sue was in my arms yet I had the overwhelming urge to to punch Matt in the nose for being dumb enough to take the tantalising bait of Courtney and Debbie.
“I told you not to meet him….” I whispered into Sue’s ear. Due to Sue’s distraught state, she didn’t notice me picking her up into the bridal carry style and carried her my car. I deposited her into the passenger seat and walked back around to jump into the driver’s seat.
Sue was uncharacteristically silent in the car on the way home, just staring out of the widow despondently.
I looked sideways at her several times, waiting for her to say something, anything just to know that she was okay.
I shook my head grimly.
That little shit Matt.
Then she started to cry. I reached out hesitantly, then retracted my hand. I didn’t know what to do, or say; how to comfort her.
When we arrived home, Sue just curled up on the couch, staring sightlessly at the blank television screen.
My cell rang, interrupting the uncertain stillness. I snatched up and snapped down into it “What?!?”
It was Mom. Apparently Brick needed picking up from school since Mom was stuck at her practical exam that needed re-doing since she convinced Mrs Armwood for another shot at the practical exam since she practically flubbed the last one and Mom reminded me that since Dad was out with Dave, Jim and Chuck for beer and Game Night at Dave’s, it was up to me to get dinner. I picked up my keys and quickly explained to Sue the situation and then pointed at her “Don’t do anything funny until I get back.”
That brought a small twitch of a smile upon her face before it fell back into the despondent and blank look.
It was not a quick task. Not only I had to pick Brick up from school, I had to wait while he dropped his library books off, then drop Brick’s librarian friend off then Brick wanted Don's Oriental Food then I argued, saying “It’s Rib Time America night. Sue would want ribs, and I love their fries. Two against one, dude.” After some wait for our takeaway dinner we were finally on our way home.
“We cooked dinner!” I announced, waving our takeaway boxes, only to freeze on our spot in shock at the sight in front of us.
“Hello bro!” she said in a slurring tone giggled and then hiccupped, waving an half empty wine cooler at me. She was dancing to non-existent music, with at least five empty wine coolers nearby.
My eyes widened.
Sue was drunk.
Drunk on Mom’s wine coolers.
I quickly put down the takeaway boxes on the kitchen bench and shoved one to Brick and said “Go to your room and eat dinner and stay there.” Brick nodded, clutching his takeaway box and hurried off, shuffling towards his room and closing the door behind him.
I then turned my attention back onto Sue.
“Sue, give me that.” I held out a hand for the half-empty wine cooler.
“No, no no.” she said sing-songly, moving away from me.
“Sue!” I said angrily. With my athletic prowess, I was able to catch up to her and wrested the half-empty wine cooler from her, making her stumble and fall against my chest.
Then she started to cry into my shirt for the second time today.
Sighing, I set the wine cooler bottle down on a nearby side table and wrapped my arms around her in an awkward hug and started tentatively patting her back.
After a while I cleared my throat and said “Come on, you should try and sleep.” I half-carried, half-guided Sue to her bedroom and helped her lie down and tugged the blanket over her, grabbed her wastebasket and put it near her head.
“I’ll be back soon. Don’t you dare move.” I pointed at her as I backed out of the room. Quickly, I grabbed the half-empty wine-cooler from the side-table and poured the rest down the sink and picked up rest of the empty wine cooler bottles tossed them into the recycling box, filled up a big glass of water and returned to Sue.
“Take this and drink this.” I demanded, shoving the water at her. She complied, drinking the water until it was empty and placed it on the bedside table.
She started to cry again for the third time.
I held back an annoyed sigh and sat down and said flatly “He’s an idiot. If he didn’t really notice you for who you are, it’s his loss.” She gave me a tentative smile then reached up to hug me. I let her, despite my rule about hugs.
She backed off wiping at her eyes.
She quietly “I could do for you what you-” Sue stopped abruptly when I caught her hand that reached the button of his jeans.
As tempted I was, I couldn’t let her touch me while she was in that state, drunk, upset and vulnerable.
"Sue no… I would be taking advantage of you if I let you do this.” I said, shaking my head.
She pouted and said “You’re not taking advantage of me. I promise.” Then she gave me those eyes. The dejected kicked-puppy look.
The last time she looked at me like that, was when we all were stranded in Philly when Sue won the free flight tickets to New York City.
I groaned defeatedly.
Those eyes were definitely my weakness.
Hearing my defeated groan, she stated “You’ll let me anyway, won’t you?” she her hand back at my jeans button. I let her continue, ignoring that nagging voice from my subconscious. I let her unzip my jeans and I pulled both my jeans and boxers down and kicked them off, leaving me halfnaked from the bottom down.
My cock sprang up, free from the confines of the jeans. Hypnotised, Sue only could stare at the gorgeous cock in front of her.
“Wait, you never saw a cock before?” I blurted out, realising Sue was a total virgin, and this was her first time that she saw a cock.
Sue shook her head, blushing.
I smirked, proud that I was her ‘first’, and the fact I had beaten Matt to the punch.
She tentatively touched my cock, then I covered her hand with mine and guided her hand to wrap around my cock firmly, then began sliding our intertwined hands up and down my cock, then I did a gentle twisting motion on the way down which made me groan hard. I untangled my hand from her and said encouragingly keep going, don’t be afraid to be inventive.”
After some tentative yet experimental manoeuvres from Sue, I was groaning, then I spilled onto her hand.
She blushed, both shy and probably proud.
I reached to Sue’s bedside table, which had a tissue-box handy there and grabbed a few tissues (Ever since Aunt Janet had complained about no tissue boxes handy on Mom’s nightstand, Mom had insisted on stocking an box on every nightstand in every bedroom.) and gently wiped my spunk off her hands, chucked the spunky tissues in the small trash can nearby then grabbed her peach hand lotion and gently rubbed in a liberal amount of the lotion slowly, gently ensuring I had covered every inch of the both sides of her hand, then repeated the process on her other hand, finishing off with a kiss to her palm before gently dropping it next to her hand and returning the lotion to her nightstand.
I stood up, about to leave, but Sue grabbed my hand and said in a small voice and giving me those eyes “Stay. Please? Or at least stay until I fall asleep.”
“Okay.” I gave in, and lay down next to her and she rolled over and curled up next to me, clutching my shirt as if she was afraid I’d disappear or something.
Again, I silently cursed the stupidity of Matt. I threaded my fingers through Sue’s stringy hair and stroked it. Occasionally fingers got ensnarled by accident but I didn’t mind. As I hear her breaths get deep and regular, I realised I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to lay here with her all night.
Just like last night.
But I can’t. Shouldn’t.
Regretfully, I got up to leave, but not before I kissed her on the forehead.
Second Base (Part I) / Third Base