Nemesis Crush Pt. 02

I'm not a professional writer, I do this for fun. I'm sure there are spelling and grammar issues. And for added fun it's Canadian English, halfway between British and American. Some of those typos aren't mistakes, eh!

This story is high up on the Implausibility Scale. If you want realism then this isn't for you. This is not meant to be literature, it's more like a comic book. The characters are over 18.

Chapter Two: Game On.

I slept in, which was unexpected. With apparently an actual girlfriend wanting me to call her this morning, I figured I'd be up and going at first light. Nope. Mom knocked on my door and said she was off to work and that I should make dinner before she got home. I groaned, then sat bolt upright, thinking 'I have to call Moe!'

I had enough awareness to holler downstairs and ask my Mom what to make for dinner, and she said "Just throw a frozen lasagna in the oven." Then she was gone, and I was alone in the house.

I picked up my phone to call Maureen and was overwhelmed by a sudden fear. Was last night a prank? Did Moe's friends put her up to that? Was it some kind of dare? In the end it didn't matter, she was the girl I'd always desperately desired and I couldn't help myself. I called her.

"Dale! Hey, did you just wake up?"

"Yeah, my Mom woke me up when she left for work."

"Same here. So, can you come over?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I gotta get dressed and have breakfast first."

"Okay. Let me know when you're on your way."

"Sure."

"Bye."

Wow. That was an unusual exchange. Moe sounded happy, excited, and actually friendly. And this was the girl who was my nemesis for the last 4 years. Apparently because we didn't know how to talk to each other? My life has turned from the usual boring routine of video games and SciFi novels to... this. Whatever this was. After a quick shower I got dressed. I picked out a pair of cargo pants and a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I wanted a better look than the stuff I usually slouched around in. I wolfed down some breakfast and brushed my teeth.

When I called Maureen again, she told me to come over. Right. Wow, a date. I guess. Or something like that. I didn't have my own car, and both my parents' vehicles were gone. Damn. If I'd gotten up earlier I could probably have dropped Mom off at work and had the van for the day. I knew where Moe lived now, but it was a long walk. That was too slow, so I dragged out my bicycle. I also figured I had to be back by 4 at the latest to get dinner in the oven.

Off I went, and 15 minutes later I was at Moe's house. Not too sweaty, I hoped. I locked my bike to the fence next to the driveway and she met me on the front porch.

"What happened to the van?"

"My Mom drove it to work, and Dad took the car. It was bike or walk."

"You should have said something, I'd have picked you up," she said, gesturing at the car in the driveway. "Come on in."

This felt so weird. I was at Moe's house. And she was being friendly. Inviting me in. Smiling. I kept expecting her to switch to the Angry Girl I'd known for the last four years. But that didn't seem to be happening.

She led me inside. It was nice, a typical suburban two story home. Her family had a very different sense of style from my own, as the place was a shambles compared to my house. Nothing bad really, just stuff everywhere, books and piles of things cluttering the place up. My parents were neat freaks and minimalists when it came to belongings. Very Marie-Kondo-get-rid-of-excess kinda thing. Moe's house was... different. It looked more comfortable, more lived in. My house felt sterile by comparison.

Maureen asked me if I was thirsty or wanted a snack or anything. I said water would be great. I gulped my drink down in a hurry. I was nervous as hell. So. There I was. Alone with her. With Moe. She still intimidated the crap out of me, but damn she was hot. She was dressed in loose black shorts and a long sleeved blue top. The kind with an extra large neck hole, so it would slip off one shoulder. Seeing that bare shoulder was so sexy. And it made me wonder if she had a bra on underneath, because there wasn't a strap showing.

Moe walked up to me and put her arms around me, smiling as she did. My blush deepened, I could feel it radiating heat off my face. Some reflex brought my hands to her waist, gently holding her. Holy fuck she felt nice, so soft and warm and alive. And no, there wasn't a bra under that shirt, not the way those tits moved when she walked. She hugged me, then pulled back a bit, leaned in, and kissed me.

And just like last night, I was hard in seconds. And my dick was severely cramped in my pants. I reached down to adjust myself. She giggled when I did that, and pulled us close together again for another kiss. She released me and took my hand to lead me back into the living room. Fuck, I was so nervous. And so horny. This was crazy, how was this even happening?

We sat on a loveseat, where I couldn't sit far enough away that she couldn't touch me, or vice versa, had I had the nerve to do so. And we talked. Well, at first she talked and I struggled to respond. But she didn't seem bothered by my inability to communicate. She started out with the weather and stuff. Our talk progressed from there as I got used to being so close to her. Then she made a joke, and I laughed. It was one of those nerd jokes that most people don't get, and it surprised me. It was my kind of joke.

But hey, since she was going into computer science, she must be a nerd of some sort. That kind of freaked me out, because I always thought that nerds were goofy or weird looking. Like me. And she definitely was none of that. Something she said triggered a random thought, things Myron and I called loose wires in our heads, and I made a bad pun. Which she followed up on.

"I'd never be board around you."

"I saw what you did there."

"Ooh, that's a cutting remark."

"I had to brace myself a bit for that one."

"Oh so you know the drill then?"

"Uh huh, nailed it."

We went back and forth like this with tool puns, until we were both nearly crying we were laughing so hard. When we calmed down we continued to talk. It was easier for me then, because we had a connection, our sense of humour. She told me about how she was so interested in me back in grade 9, how she was crushing on me. And how jealous she got every time she saw me looking at her friends. How at first she was just trying to get my attention, and when that didn't seem to work, she got angry. And then it escalated to a more or less constant thing for her. Angry at me for not noticing her, angry at me for looking at her friends, and then eventually just angry, mean, and bitchy towards me, all the time. And she said she was sorry for what she put me through.

"Last night I said something to Ruth-Ann, about how none of us got to go out with you. She started asking me what I meant, and her and Katie kept pestering me until I admitted I liked you. I think that's what made her drag you over and force you to talk to me."

"I'm really glad she did."

"Thank you, that's sweet."

This was SO NOT the Moe I knew from school. I'd never head her talk like this, or laugh like this, never heard her make bad jokes or puns, or smile so much. Or be NICE to me. We kept taking, and I started to feel a little more comfortable with the situation. Moe started bringing up people and events that we both knew but had radically different memories of. Like that time Mike Stovak set fire to the chemistry lab, or Chrissy Brant's wardrobe malfunction in the cafeteria, or the infamous Mud Slinging Lacrosse Championship. Even though I was on the M squad I was as muddy as the players. So was Coach Riley.

While we talked, there were a couple of times when she poked me or punched my shoulder. Not hard, more like playfully, just kind of an expression of her humour. She was a physical girl after all. I kinda flinched when that happened, because it reminded me of how she'd been my nemesis for so long. But she was also my crush, my ideal woman, the one I'd always wanted. The one I fell in love with at first sight. Since she was being actually nice to me, I was floating on a cloud.

When our conversation wound down she shifted over and wrapped her arms around me. I put mine around her, and she kind of rolled onto her side with her head against my chest. I could see down her top a bit in that position, and wow, her tits were awesome. She for sure felt my dick twitch and throb against her back, because a slow, sly smile appeared on her face and she shifted around some more, pushing back against me.

"One of the things I like most about you is your sense of humour. I used to listen to you and Myron all the time at school, you guys are hilarious, you know that?"

"Really?"

"Yeah really. And you are definitely cute too. And kissable."

And then she kissed me. Holy fuck! The girl of my dreams was kissing me. After a while she stopped kissing and laid back in my lap. Then she reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt, but she could only reach the first three buttons. Moe sat up and tugged at my shirt, so I helped her haul it over my head. I had no idea where this was going, but I went along with her. Somehow she managed to pull her own top off at the same time as she pulled mine off. I have no clue how she did that, but Holy Shit!

I thought that peek down her top was good, but this, this was a whole new world. Two new worlds. The twin moons of Venus. Yeah I know, Venus doesn't have moons, but to me Moe is the Goddess of Love and those two snow white orbs looked like heavenly bodies. I guess I was staring because she put a hand on my chin made me look into her eyes. "I think he likes them, huh?"

"Oh god, yes. You're beautiful!"

"I'm not too small?"

I shook me head. "No, you're perfect."

Moe giggled and shifted around on my lap to straddle my hips. The sun was streaming in the window behind her, lighting up her hair like a golden aurora around her face. She had really bushy hair. It was kind of kinky and curly and always stuck out in every direction. It was down to her shoulders but would probably have been a lot longer if her hair was straight.

She kissed me again and ran her hands across my chest. That was something I never thought would be erotic, seeing as I was a guy. But holy Fuck, that was hot. I never knew my nipples could be stimulated like that, and just the feeling of her touching me was like six kinds of awesome.

I worked up the courage to touch her, fearing that I would do something wrong and Angry Moe would appear. But that didn't happen. Instead she gasped into our kiss when my hands contacted her boobs. Wow. They filled my hands, but not much more than that, and when I moved my hands around I could feel her nipples hard against my palms. That made her moan or hum or something and she kissed me harder. Last night's handful of her was just a taste, a quick furtive grab, but this, right here, this was heaven.

Her tongue swept into my mouth, questing for mine, and she was soon pressed tight against me, so my hands got squeezed out from between us by her insistent motions. We kissed for a while and she finally pulled back with this huge smile on her face. "Come on," she said. Maureen grabbed up our shirts, and held out her free hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs. To her room. I'd been in only one teenage girl's room before, Tracey's. She was a friend of Myron and me, and we worked together on some school science projects, But Tracey was as much of a loner and a geek as I was, and just as unpopular. Nothing but science was involved in that relationship.

Maureen's room was nothing like Tracey's. Moe had this striking red, white, and black decor, none of the stereotypical pink with ruffles and teddy bears. The bed was still unmade, clothes were strewn on the floor and on the chair and under her desk. There was stuff everywhere. My folks would never have let me leave my room this messy. The top of her dresser was piled high with trophies and medals from sports. Underneath the shambles was a very bold and stylish decor. It didn't look like what I expected. She dropped our shirts on the floor with the rest of the mess.

Moe stood in front of me, topless and stunning, and she tentatively reached out to run her hands over my chest again. Then she circled my nipples, and followed the trail of sparse dark hair that led past my navel to disappear into my pants. She undid my belt and zip, and knelt to pull my pants and briefs down together. Oh fuck! My dick sprang out in front of her face, hard and throbbing. I almost came right there.

She pulled at each of my ankles to get me to lift my feet out of my clothes, leaving me in just my socks. "You're so big!" she exclaimed. I doubted that. I'd measured myself, of course. It's a Guy Thing. We all do that, same as we all jerk off. At my biggest and hardest I was 158 millimetres, to be precise. Just a bit over six inches, but it sounds way bigger in millimetres. Pretty much average I guess, but woefully inadequate based on empirical evidence gleaned from internet porn videos. Okay, so maybe one of the key credentials one requires to be a male porn star is an enormously oversized dick, but that doesn't lessen the feeling of inadequacy for someone like me. But any embarrassment or unease I had about size vanished in the glow of her smile and her obvious delight in what she found.

Maureen wrapped her hands around me and squeezed gently. Then she leaned in, and holy shit! She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swept around my swollen head as she squeezed me again. The warm, wet softness of her tongue hit about a million nerve endings. Nothing could stave off an orgasm from this assault to my senses, and I exploded without warning. I didn't even know it was gonna happen. When the first gush rolled across her tongue she went "Mmpfff!" and pulled back. For some reason she didn't point my pulsing cock away from herself, no, she held on and watched in amazement as I came on her, on and on, like six or seven bolts of gooey white semen.

I got her cheek, her neck, her tits, and her hands, plus that first shot into her mouth. I was terrified she'd freak out, but all she did was laugh and smile up at me. "Wow, that was amazing!" She licked her lips and said "Tastes weird, but not too bad." Moe took the end of my cock into her mouth again to suck off the last of my cum. Then she reached down, grabbed a discarded shirt, wiped her face and chest, and dropped it back on the floor.

Moe stood up and smiled at me "You do me now." I almost didn't catch what she said because my senses were still reeling from that point & shoot blowjob and the sight of her tits bobbing around in front of me. How the fuck did I end up here?! How was this even happening?

She'd said 'Do me now'. Whoa. Like what? Like undress her? And did she want me to get a mouthful of her pussy too? Fuck, that would be the most awesome thing ever! I knelt in front of her, and reached out tentatively for her shorts. I looked up at her and when she smiled down at me I hooked my fingers in her waistband. A couple of tugs got them started off her hips, and then they fell away to the floor. Maureen put a hand on my head for a few seconds to steady herself as she stepped out of the shorts and pushed them away with one foot.

Now all she had on here her socks and panties. She must have put on especially sexy underwear. They were pale blue, lacy, and almost transparent. I could see the shape of her pussy perfectly, and the wedge of blonde hair that was puffing up her panties above that. I peeled that almost gossamer bit of lace from her, and she repeated the moves to step out of them and kick them away.

My gaze was fixed on her wonderful pink pussy and that patch of golden hair. If internet porn had an unfair bias towards huge dicks, it also had a similar bias towards shaved pussies. Maureen was not shaved. Not at all. That pale downy fur covered everything that I could see. Then she shifted her stance and spread her legs ever so slightly wider. The slit in that puffy bulge between her thighs parted a tiny bit, and I could see her slightly darker labia just peeking out. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Internet porn could disappear in that instant for all I cared. I had this sight burned into my brain.

"Well?" she said.

I looked up and met her eyes. She looked, I dunno, worried, or concerned, or something. She probably looked how I did a few minuted ago, just before she commented on how big I was. It had never occurred me that a girl I considered beautiful might be worried about how she looked.

"You're beautiful."

She had said 'You do me', so I reached out and cupped the backs of her thighs and brought my face straight into her pussy. I'd never done this before, but I watched a lot of porn. So I knew where everything should be, just not exactly how to work it. Her scent was strange at first, earthy and spicy and sour and floral. I breathed her in, and started trying to get my tongue in there. There was not a lot of room for access in that position, but I got a taste of her. Different than she smelled. That earthy tone came through strongly and it reminded me of wet autumn leaves. My tongue must have found a good spot, because she twitched and gasped, and grabbed my head. She had me by two handfuls of hair as she stepped back a bit.

"Dale..." she whispered.

I looked up at her and she moved back towards her bed, dragging me along by my hair. Moe sat on the edge and pulled me forward. I shuffled after her on my knees and she drew my face back down to her pussy. I could see it better with her legs spread like that, and wow, she was so beautiful! Delicate little dark-edged pink petals peeked out from that furry mound, and she was so easily accessible now. This time my tongue found its mark and I tasted her properly. Earthy, with undertones of sweetness and a tangy vibe. Fucking heaven, right there between her legs.

I knew I should play with her clit, and where it should be, but I couldn't see what I was doing. This wasn't like the videos, because you can't see anything when you're in this close. You just move your tongue and lips around and try to find the right spot. She tasted so good, and I kept digging my tongue in there over and over, getting more and more of her wet with my saliva, and lapping up her own wetness as it was produced. Her hands were still in my hair, and now she started pulling hard, really hard, so I assumed I was in the right place and kept moving my tongue and lips.

I got busy with my tongue, lapping, probing, sucking, and slurping. She was wet, and getting wetter. And she tasted better and better the more I got of her. Suddenly she tensed up, her thighs squeezed my head, and she just about tore my hair out and started bucking against my face. This was not like in the videos, where the pornstars made a lot of 'oooh-oooh-oooh' sounds and yelled 'yes yes yes' and 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!' and stuff like that. This was different. Moe cums quietly but powerfully. I wondered how much hair she pulled out of my head as she held me tight to the place she needed me.

She went limp as suddenly as she had tensed up, and let go of me. I took the opportunity to pull back a bit and look at her. Burning the details into my retinas, because holy shit, that was awesome, despite having my hair damn near yanked out. I'm not really complaining about that, because I'll go bald before I give up eating Maureen out. I shifted my gaze up, and she was just lying there, splayed out on her bed. She stirred, and looked at me.

"Dale. Holy shit, what did you do?"

"I thought you wanted the same as me."

"Okay. Wow. C'mere."

She shifted around into the middle of the bed. I crawled in next to her and she wrapped me up in a warm, soft embrace. That was so fucking awesome. I still could not understand how I got there. Up until the night before, I was just an invisible and avoidable nerd, who worshiped her from afar. Suddenly I had... what? A girlfriend? A lover? How the fuck did this happen?

After cuddling for a while Moe's hand slipped down and found my dick. Which was hard. Of course. Eating her pussy was the absolute sexiest thing ever, so yeah, I was definitely hard. She pushed me over onto my back and straddled my hips. Wow, from that position I could see her face, her tits, and right down there, her pussy wedged against my cock. It was all so beautiful, with that golden mane of hair surrounding her smiling face. Yeah, she was smiling, she was happy. No evidence of Angry Moe.

Maureen started this kind of rolling action with her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my cock. Getting both of us wetter and slicker and slipperier. After a minute or so, she stopped and lifted her hips, then slid her pussy slowly down, engulfing me within her tight, wet confines. It was SO different from anything I'd ever felt before. My hand wasn't even close, even with some kind of lube. Her hands and mouth, which set me off in seconds, had nothing on this. It was so hot, so wet, so stimulating, and so perfect.

She gasped, said "Oh!", thrust hard a couple of times, and then bottomed out on me. I looked up at her, and she had this huge smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed me as she started that hip rolling motion again. But it was different this time. I was inside her, engulfed in that tight, wet, slick part of her. It was beyond amazing.

Grinding on my hips, she moved slowly at first, then faster and faster, until she couldn't maintain our kiss anymore. Moe propped herself up on her arms and increased the speed of her humping to an almost frantic pace. As an athlete, she was fit and strong and it showed right then, with her muscles standing out across her shoulders and arms. She gasped, then shuddered, bucked hard a few times, and collapsed on me.

Her face was buried in my neck as she panted for breath. I could actually feel her pussy sort of throbbing or clenching on me. That was wild. I put my arms around her and she sighed into the junction of my neck and shoulder. I felt her relax, all over, entirely limp. Just like after her first orgasm. I must have done it right if she came again. We lay like that for a while, and god she was getting heavy. Then she pushed herself back up to look at me. "Wow, that was amazing. You wanna be on top?"

Moe got off me and roiled onto her back, pulling me with her. "Uh, what about, um, condoms?" I was such a dumb-ass. I should have asked her that BEFORE being inside of her.

"It's okay. I'm on the pill," she said as she reached for my cock and pulled me towards paradise. She settled my cock against her opening and let go, allowing me to sink into her. Moe flinched as I slid inside, and I froze.

"Sorry. You okay?"

"It's fine. Just a little tender the first time."

"First time?" My mind whirled. How could this possibly be her first time?!

Maureen smiled at me and said "You're my first, Dale. Don't you get it? I've been waiting and wishing for so long. But we just didn't connect properly. I was stupid, the way I acted. I wanna do this right. I got you now, right? You and me?"

"Wow. Yeah, okay. Just, uh, let me know if it's too much."

"Not possible," she said, then pulled me down for a kiss. My brain was swirling with too many thoughts and worries and fears and hopes. She felt soooo good, so warm, wet, and divine on my cock as I started pushing in and out of her. I didn't know if this felt good for her, but it felt way way too good to me. I pulled back from our kiss and pushed myself up on my arms for better leverage. And a better view. Holy fuck.

Moe smiled up at me, her hair all puffed up around her head and shoulders, and her tits shifting back and forth with every stroke I made. That was phenomenal. I think I lasted two minutes, tops, before I started humping like mad and cumming in her. I ground to a halt, panting as she ran her hands all over my back, neck and shoulders.

I lifted myself up again and looked down at our connection as I pulled out of her. Holy fuck that was a sight to see. And then a brief rush of our fluids oozed out of her onto the sheets.

"Uh oh."

"What?"

"We kinda made a mess here."

We both sat up and looked at the wet spot. "I guess I have to do a load of laundry. Right after we clean ourselves up. Time for a shower?"

"Uh, yeah, okay."

"Whoa!" she said as she got out of bed, cupping her pussy with a hand. I guess my cum was still running out of her. She grabbed the shirt she used for mopping herself off earlier and held it against her crotch. Maureen led me down the hall to the bathroom.

The shower was an introduction to a whole new world. I got to touch her all over, everywhere, rubbing the soap around. Feeling how smooth and soft her skin was. And her solid muscles shifting, alternately tensing and relaxing beneath that skin. I was introduced to all of her right there. And she got introduced to me, such as I was. Being a non-athlete, I don't think there was much to be impressed with. But that didn't deter her from doing to me what I did to her. And she seemed perfectly happy with how I was. She was a bit grabby and pushy, but it wasn't mean or anything. It just seemed like Moe was claiming her territory.

When we got out of the shower she grabbed some towels and dried me off, taking the opportunity to touch me all over once more. Then I dried her off, and holy fuck that was awesome. It was even better when she took a towel and started drying her hair. Watching her do that was amazing. All those muscles flexing, her tits shifting around, and her absolutely divine furry pink pussy down there. I watched her, entranced, until her hair was mostly dry.

Moe scooped up the towels and that cummy shirt and we went back to her room. I helped her strip off the sheets and put fresh ones on. All while we were stark naked. I was hard of course. Didn't matter that I had cum twice already. The sight of Maureen naked like that made me hard. I wasn't brave enough to actually touch her, not at first. But she kept groping and grabbing at me, and rubbing up against me like a cat that wants to be petted, so I started touching back. That was a singularly incredible situation for me. Once we finally had the sheets bundled up, she gathered a few things off the floor to make up a load of laundry.

"Better get dressed if we're going downstairs. We got too many windows to be walking around like this." We put our clothes on and I helped her carry the dirty stuff downstairs. She loaded up the washing machine and started it.

"Let's grab some lunch," she said.

She led me back to the kitchen, got out bread, ham, cheese, and stuff and we made sandwiches. I watched her put guacamole on her ham sandwich instead of mustard. When I commented on that, she made me try it. It wasn't bad, but I wasn't used to it, so I stuck to mustard. We sat in the kitchen and ate our lunch while talking about random stuff. I was feeling so much more comfortable around her now. She wasn't the grim, angry bitch I thought I knew. She was warm, smart, and funny. And the absolute nerdiness of her jokes was enough to make me howl.

"You got a summer job lined up yet?" she asked.

"Yeah, cashier at Sobey's. You?"

Moe made a sour face. "Soccer coach for the under-8 league."

"Coaching little kids all summer?"

"Yup. Some of them are real miserable little shits. And the parents! Fuck! They can be the most enormous assholes imaginable. I'm just glad I'm not reffing. They treat the refs even worse than the coaches."

"Yeah, I think I see those people go through my checkout all the time."

She laughed, saying "No doubt."

Moe got us a couple of cokes from the fridge and we sat there talking some more. About stuff. Her friends, my friends, family, school. More of those shared but separate experiences. I'd never felt connected to anyone like this before. I was seeing the other side of so many situations now, and it was an eye-opener. Finally she asked me the big question. The one I'd been wondering how to bring up myself.

"So um, I... Are you- are you my boyfriend now?" The way she said it, it sounded like she was worried I'd say 'no' or something. As if.

"Yes? I hope so. I want to be able to say you're my girlfriend. Like, really REALLY want."

That made her smile. Fuck. The last 18 hours had turned my life inside out. And her smile was no small part of that. We went back to the living room and cuddled on the sofa again. That was wonderful. As we sat there, I wondered about what was happening. She seemed to be treating me like some kind of cuddly toy sometimes. Not that this was a bad thing, but it wasn't normal, was it? Shit, none of this was normal. I was smart, the smartest in our class, and I knew this was not right. I was pretty sure that a normal healthy relationship did not start out like this. What did we even have that brought us together? Not sport. Not academics. Not common friends or common interests. All we had was apparently love at first sight and this passive/aggressive thing. I was passive, she was aggressive.

But she was The One for me, despite the history between us. Love makes you crazy I guess. We started talking again. About school, about sex, about all kinds of things. I kept thinking about how wrong this whole situation was, how people don't change this much, this fast, but I could not deny how awesome this was. Then I noticed the time. I had to leave, so I could get dinner started at home.

"I have to go home soon."

"What for?"

"I'm making dinner, so..."

Suddenly she sat up, all excited. "Oh! What're you making?"

"Just a frozen lasagna. Nothing special."

"Aaaw. I thought you'd be making one of those dessert things. Like the ones you did for the last bake sale. Gaaawd those were so good!"

The school had several fundraising events over the year, which included a couple of bake sales. And since I was taking Culinary Arts, I was part of that. I made Danish pastries called spandauer the last time, and they sold out really fast.

"Oh. Uh, glad you liked them."

"I wanted to buy like a dozen, but by the time I got there, there was only 4 left. So I bought them all." I never knew she did that. Strange how your crush being your nemesis makes you not see half the stuff they did.

"I can start a batch tonight, and bake them tomorrow morning."

"Really?"

"Sure."

She tackled me onto the sofa and kissed me hard, then she started grinding on me. Of course I was hard, because she was my dream girl. Maureen just smiled and dry-humped me for a minute or two, kissing and touching me. She pulled back and looked at me.

"I guess I better let you go home. I wish you didn't have to go."

I had a thought. That lasagna was easily enough to feed four. "You want to come for dinner?"

She shot me a look. It wasn't happy because the smile she'd been wearing was gone. My heart rate increased, fearing that she was angry at me. "You mean, like uh, 'meet the parents' kind of thing?"

I hadn't thought of that. "Uh, yeah, I guess. Is that okay?" She looked at me for a few seconds then nodded. It was a yes, but it didn't seem like a happy yes. "I'll text my Mom and see if it's all right."

I pulled out my phone and asked "Do you have to tell anyone you'll be away for dinner?"

"I guess I should," she replied. We both texted our folks and got OK's for dinner.

We got my bike into the back of the car and she drove me home. I got her to park off to the side so my parents could get into the driveway later. Then I showed her around our house. She said it was like something from a magazine. When I showed her my room she immediately wanted to christen my bed. "You never had a girl here before, right? Can we do that? We got enough time?"

I checked the time, and my Dad wasn't due home for almost 2 hours, so I said okay, but first I had to start dinner. That didn't take long at all, and in fifteen minutes we were naked and in my bed. Moe was far stronger than me, so she had me pinned down as she ground her pussy up and down my cock.

"Wait, wait, get the tissues closer," I told her.

I didn't want to make a mess in my bed in case I came again. She crawled off me and grabbed the box, setting it next to my head. Her pussy was just within reach, so I grabbed her thighs and started to lick her.

"Oh, fuck," she said, freezing in place.

I used my grip on her thighs as leverage and slid down the bed a bit, bringing my mouth right to her beautiful pink pussy. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, shoving it in, slurping up her deliciousness, and then lavishing her clit with licks. This was different, the angle was better so I could see what I was doing. It must have been better because she started to cum really soon. The one thing that was not better was that she just about suffocated me by putting all her weight down on my face. Fuck, she was frighteningly strong compared to me. When she went limp after her orgasm I barely managed to roll her off me.

I sat up and looked at Maureen. Wow. So fucking amazing. I saw that she'd crushed the box of tissues, so I picked it up and started trying to turn it from an oblong pancake back into a box shape. Moe stirred, then sat up. She didn't say anything, she just wrestled me onto my back and mounted me. Seriously, having a strong girl TAKE you like that was just so fucking hot. And intimidating. I dropped the tissues and grabbed her hips. She laughed and started humping me like crazy again. I took advantage of the availability of her tits and started playing with them. She had such perfect tits. Just a handful, soft but firm, with nice hard nipples. She wasn't too big, a benefit for an athlete I guess, but she certainly wasn't too small either.

Then she changed her action, no longer humping, but doing this excruciatingly awesome up and down thing again. Like she was working really hard on my cock, trying to get maximum stimulation and friction between our most intimately connected parts. I didn't think I was gonna cum again, because she'd pretty much drained me already. The sight and sound and feel of her fucking me like that was enough to keep me hard.

After a minute or two she leaned down and started humping me again. I guess she wanted to cum. That is a sight I will never tire of. Not that I could see much, with her hair in a wild disarray around us as we kissed. I ran my hands up and down her back and she moaned into our kiss. Then I tried raking her back lightly with my fingernails. I don't have long fingernails, I keep them pretty short, but apparently it was what she needed or wanted right then, because she came hard. Moe kind of yelped into my mouth and then rose up on her hands and humped me like crazy for a bit. God, watching her cum was awesome.

She went limp again when she was done, and I just held her for a while. She stirred and pushed herself up on her arms. "Did you cum?" she asked.

"No. I don't think I can any more."

"Oh noes, did I break you? All worn out?"

"I, uh, think I just need more time. For, like, a recharge."

"Ha ha, Okay. Um, when do your parents get home?"

"Soon. We better get dressed."

She nodded and we collected our clothes from the floor and dressed each other. That was fun, actually. I'd always thought that taking a girl's clothes off would be exciting and erotic. But there was something about the intimacy of pulling Moe's panties up, covering up her pretty blonde bush, that was just mind blowing. Okay, maybe I'm just weird.

We washed up in the bathroom and went downstairs to the kitchen. I showed her where the cutlery was, then checked the lasagna. It was time to pull the foil off so the cheese would caramelize on top. We set the table and then settled on the sofa to watch TV and talk while we waited for my folks to get home.

While we talked, I wondered about the change I'd seen in her over the last day. There was something strange, almost broken about her, when I thought about it. Like she was emotionally immature or something. I understood that girls generally matured faster than guys, but maybe Maureen was the opposite. I knew I was more than a little broken myself, especially when it came to her. The problem was that I was smitten. And now that we were together like this, it was worse.

My Dad got home, and he was surprised Moe was there, because I'd forgot to text him. I'd just told Mom. Duh. But he didn't seem to mind once I introduced her. As Maureen of course, not 'Moe'. I don't think he remembered her from graduation. I bet if she was wearing that blue dress he'd remember. He went upstairs to change and when he got back he got a beer and came to sit in the living room with us.

"What are your plans for the future, Maureen? University? Or something else?"

"I'm going to Waterloo in the fall."

Dad's eyebrows went up and he looked at me. "So you two will be at school together? That's good, having a friend around for support, someone to study with and stuff."

Moe and I looked at each other. Studying was probably the last thing we'd do together, seeing as we were in totally different programs. But 'stuff'? Yeah, 'stuff' was definitely the number one thing on my mind. Especially after today. I wondered what Moe was thinking. We chatted a bit more about summer jobs and our plans for school.

The front door opened and Mom came in. I introduced Maureen, and Mom remembered her from Graduation the other night. Once she got her shoes off she seemed to want to talk to Moe. Sending me and Dad into the kitchen to serve up the lasagna was probably her way of getting to do just that.

"So, how long have you and Maureen known each other?" Dad asked as I pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Ah, so it wasn't just Mom who was being nosy.

"Uh, well, since grade nine, kind of."

"Kind of?"

"Well, we were like, just acquaintances, mostly."

Dad handed me one of the plates to load up. "I gather there's a 'but' coming?"

I thought about what to say as I dished up some lasagna. I handed back the full plate and accepted another empty one. "Yeah. But. I was kinda crushing on her for a long time, and last night I found out she was, like, the same."

"The same?"

"She was crushing on me too."

"Ah. I see. So last night's party, what was that? One of you finally took a chance? Or you got set up?"

What the fuck? Okay, so the old man was a lot more observant than I gave him credit for. We swapped plates and I said "We were set up, I guess."

I scooped some lasagna and Dad took the last plate and put it on the table.

"And? Are you guys good?"

I must have turned three shades of red as I recalled the events of earlier in the day. Good was not even close to what we were. Dad's eyebrows went up when I said "Yeah, we're good." I was still worried that Moe would revert to her previous behaviour but that hadn't happened yet. So, yeah, good. So far.

"Well. Just be careful, okay? We raised you to be responsible. Don't get into any trouble."

Wow, so Dad knows or guesses what's going on. And he's probably just saying 'don't get her pregnant' in his oblique way. And here I thought Dad was mostly oblivious and Mom was the brains of the outfit. Which I was suddenly worried about, because she was in the other room with Maureen. And was probably being a lot more direct about the subject. Dad called out "Dinner's on the table!"

The ladies came in and Moe gave me a look that I did not recognize. Worry? Fear? I hoped it wasn't a bad sign. It almost made me think Angry Moe was back. The conversation during dinner was mostly about Grad stuff. My folks were impressed that Maureen was the one that took so many of the girls athletics awards. When Moe mentioned I was gonna bake, my folks were pleased, because I hadn't done much of that recently, what with final exams and starting my summer job. My Mom said that she'd take care of the dishes from dinner, but that I'd be cleaning up from baking. That was fine with me.

Moe and I sat in the living room chatting with my Dad some more while Mom loaded the dishwasher and cleaned things up. Once the kitchen was clear, Moe followed me in there to help with the pastry dough. Pastry is a long process, with lots of rolling and refrigerating to get the layers. Moe watched me as I worked. At one point she started getting a bit frisky, or maybe 'handsy' is a better word. We both ended up with a bit of flour on us and more of a mess in the kitchen than usual when I baked. At one point my Mom asked if we were 'Okay in there' and that settled Moe down a bit. I wrapped up the dough and stuck it in the fridge. We cleaned most of the mess up, but I left the board and rolling pin out as I'd need them again.

"Uh, so, what did my Mom say to you earlier?"

Maureen looked to see if my folks were around, but they were in front of the TV watching Jeopardy. "She asked a lot of questions about us. Like us as a couple. It's like she has some kind of radar, like she knew we'd already been, uh, 'busy' today."

"Yeah, my Dad was asking about you, too."

"What did he say?"

"He said 'Be careful'. He wasn't specific, but I think he meant 'don't get her pregnant'."

"She said the same thing. Wanted to make sure we were using protection. What did your Dad say about sleepovers?"

"Sleepovers?"

"Yeah, your Mom said that if I stayed over we had to be quiet after 11."

"Wow. Dad never said anything about that. Just 'be careful'."

"Since your Mom said that, I um, I think I want to stay?"

My heart just about leapt out of my chest at that point. "Really?"

Maureen nodded. And I asked her "What about your parents? What will they say about, um, sleepovers?"

She frowned. "I don't think they'd say anything if I stayed here. They wouldn't let you stay over at my house, though. They're not quite that understanding."

"No. I didn't think so."

We talked quietly about her maybe staying over and decided we wanted to take advantage of whatever opportunity we could get. I was still completely weirded out by the simple fact that Moe liked me. Seeing her naked today and losing my virginity to her had twisted my brains up like a pretzel. She was all I could think of now. I was still scared of her reverting to her old behaviour, but today's revelations were enough to make me want to be with her as much as possible.

Moe decided to drive home and pick up a few things. We still had time before I had to roll the dough out again. Since her folks might need the car I offered to follow her over and bring her back. That was interesting. I couldn't just sit in the car out in the street, that would have been awkward, so Moe invited me in. That left me sitting with her parents while she went to fetch her things. Which was no less awkward. They remembered me from Grad night, and had lots of questions about my plans for the future and stuff. Where I was going to school, what I was studying, did I have scholarships, what sort of career I was thinking about. I guess that's typical parent stuff, as my folks asked the same questions at dinner. I thought it was strange that the thing they were not asking about was their daughter spending the night at my house. But I wasn't going to bring that topic up. I asked Maureen about it on the way home.

"My friends and I had a lot of sleepovers. Mostly at Katie's house, 'cause they have a pool. I hosted a few, and my parents made sure that if there were going to be boys there, they had to be gone before midnight. But they never asked about boys at the other sleepovers. They were just worried about boys at our house."

"That's um, kinda strange, isn't it?"

"Maybe? It's like my folks let me do whatever I want, just not at home."

"Isn't that kind of like, um, willful blindness?"

"My Mom said that if I was going to be sexually active I had to be prepared to, uh, what was the term? Mitigate the risk. But not when they're around, I guess. So. your parents seem pretty cool about you having a girl in your room. What's up with that? Does that happen a lot?"

Moe's voice had a surprising edge when she said that. I pulled into the driveway and shut the car off.

"Never. Well, not THIS kind of sleepover. Me and the guys, we used to have all-night D&D or video game sessions, like on weekends. But I never had a girl stay over. I never even went out on a date, till last night."

"So how are your folks okay with me staying tonight?"

"I'm not sure, but I think they're just happy I have a girlfriend."

"I can't believe you actually like me like that."

"Why not?"

"Well, because of how I treated you."

Yeah, that. I wondered what I should say. The last thing I needed was to have her pissed at me. And yet, since we now had some kind of relationship, it felt like communication was important.

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, way back at the start of high school. But I was too shy to say anything. I still am, really. This is hard, you know, talking about this stuff."

Maureen took my hand. She had a concerned look on her face. But she didn't say anything, she just looked at me.

"A lot of what you did hurt. In a lot of ways. But I got to see you. And I knew that you knew I existed. Maybe you didn't like me, but you knew me. That made a lot of it tolerable. You were so beautiful, so inaccessible, and intimidating. I couldn't get near you, I couldn't even talk to you."

"We fixed that, right?"

"Yeah. Well, not the beautiful part, but you're a lot less intimidating now."

That made her laugh, which was a sound I wanted to hear over and over. Life was suddenly much more interesting.

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