The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any fourth dimension to make out see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendly relationship slightly and they started to cling out again. Joe and Andy was in the Mungo Park, tossing an old football around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two days before Maryse's departure to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say so long. Distracted by the thought, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the head word, only his fast reflex and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the chunk, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked finisher,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

"Just thinking about Reese Antman, I haven't seen her for longer than an 60 minutes since the dance."

Andy shrugged,

"She had a lot of things to classify out since the utmost college fell through, turned out to be some sort of sham. I did discover her say that everything seemed sorted yesterday, she would most probably want to see you today, I know how you two lovebirds like to hang around each other."

Joe chuckled,

"If I had the hot sister and you were the new beau I would be happy."

Andy placed a hand on Joe's shoulder,

"But I am happy bro, glad you finally got a lady friend and that she seem to have found a very static guy to hang up out with. Or at least as stable as us football type can get."

Joe laughed along with Andy and shoved his friend against the berm,

"Give me that pig skin and let's see if you can still do the Red sixty six."

Andy snorted and flipped the ball towards Joe, Joe crouched and shouted,

"Red sixty six ! Red sixty six ! Ready ! Hike !"

He took four steps back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed slow when he walked and even at times when he talked, was no slouch in the running department, in fact he held various trail criminal record and he proved this as he caught the voiceless thrown ball after a two-fold veering at about sixty yards. The two threw up their arms in festivity,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a cockamamy little golem dance and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden squeeze of his right field cheek almost made him jump out of his pelt,

"Wha… !"

He turned to witness Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a downy blanched New Jersey, blue jeans and faux fur-lined boots that came up to her calves and wearing a Brobdingnagian grinning,

"Hey there stud."

He broke into a smiling and enveloped her in a loaded hug, one which she returned, only to tap his spine after a few moments, he released her and she gasped for breathing space, giving him a small grinning,

"Wow, you really take on this leaving a girl breathless way too seriously."

He smiled and pulled her into another hug, kissing her gently, a kiss she gladly returned and then settled into his blazon,

"Hmm, I missed you soooo much."

He kissed the top of her head,

"I missed you just as much."

He looked over at the approaching Andy, who wore a vast grin, that smile told him everything,

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to make surely it's a surprisal, by the way, he owed me."

"I'm just glad you're here."

"Me too."

She released him and turned in his bosom, leaning back against Joe to look at her buddy as he drew close, then she clapped her men,

"Gim me"

Andy frowned and then realized she meant the lump and tossed it underhand at her, she caught it and bobbed it from one hand to the other, her volleyball game accomplishment on display as she kept the oviform ball airborne for a while and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the early helping hand tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting slack petty brother."

Andy stuck out his lingua at her at the three of them laughed and Maryse looked up at Joe,

"Come on, let's toss the pig around a bit, like when you two were pocket-size and always pestered me to play along."

Andy interjected,

"I can't retrieve that you ever did."

Maryse glared at him and Joe chuckled,

"Unfortunately I'm with Ant on that one babe, I can't remember one time either."

She chuckled and tossed the nut at Andy,

"There's always a 1st time."

It seemed like a upright idea, but Joe was loath to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the orchis at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to admit that he couldn't retrieve the in conclusion time they spent this sort of clock time together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an minute later to enamour the premiere of a new series that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a park bench, or basically he sat and she sat on his lap, laying against his chest.

"It seems like you and Andy have sorted out a few things."

She nodded and smiled slightly,

"It was a very intense conversation, he's still a bit jumpy about it, but I think he knows how wrong it was and is rather trying to put it behind him and work on it not happening again."

She glanced up at him,

"Probably went a bit easier for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to utter, yes. Despite it all he remains my estimable supporter, even though I did wish to wring his neck. It seems that he is sincerely blue about it."

She snuggled up against him,

"That is right, I like the new Andy, a lot like the old one, without the attitude."

Joe chuckled,

"Was it that bad ?"

She nodded,

"At times it was yes."

Joe raised a hired man to brush over her whisker, it was tied back in a trot tail and he just ran his digit over her scalp and then through the soft silky threads that hung down her cover. He guessed that by now when they hung loose they would hand half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his mite and they sat in communal quiet for a patch,

"Joe ?"

"Hmm ?"

"Take me home."

He was puzzled at this,

"OK sure"

She slid from his lap and he got up, taking her hand he headed in the same direction Andy took, only to have her pull him back and point into another focussing, he looked at her and then in the direction her hand pointed, that was the way back to his home.

"Ah…that home."

She nodded with a smile and they left the green, chatting idly about the weather and the football season. When they got family, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his room and sat down on his bed, she started pulling off her boots,

"Uhm Reese, shouldn't I like close the door ?"

She looked up at him and chuckled,

"Nope, we're going to watch out moving picture, I want to unstrain a bit with my boyfriend and if I fall benumbed it should preferably be in a bed, not on a Mungo Park bench."

He smiled,

"And you were going to recount me this when ?"

She shrugged,

"Dunno, just did, not get that sexy ass in gear, I haven't watched any of the new releases that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop, connecting it to the television mounted on the paries, then he selected the new movies that she mentioned and turned to find out her slipping out of her blue jean, she already have gotten rid of her Jersey, underneath she wore a thin t-shirt, and he could clearly see that she had nothing under that and as her denim pooled at her feet, he had to stare at her as she stood next to his bed in dark blue hot drawers and the light blue t-shirt. She got under the covert and smiled at him,

"seed on slow poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his canary and wind sleeve, his cap and jeans followed, leaving him in a Patrick Victor Martindale White t-shirt and grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the spiritualist player on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the start movie started to play on the tv set screen. Joe lay propped up on the cushion and Maryse had snuggled close, her caput on his shoulder joint. It was like this that his mother found them and with a grin left, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the motion picture she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to disturb her and was surprised when she stirred two movies later and looked up at him blinking,

"I nodded off…"

He chuckled and kissed her gently,

"You slept busy bee, you missed two movies."

She pulled a facial expression and stifled a yawn behind a deal,

"Mmm, must be all the running around and not getting any… Vitamin Joe."

She waggled her eyebrows at him with a risque smile, grinning back, he playfully tapped her on the nose,

"What will your self-justification be after four months ?"

She groaned and collapsed against him,

"Don't remind me."

She turned her aid to the new movie,

"How far in is this one ?"

"About six minutes."

She sniffed,

"Well I think we will be fed when it finishes, I smell food."

He sniffed and through her perfume and shampoo smell he actually caught a whiff of seasoning,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

"This is so nice you know ? first base time I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the cushions and watched the screen,

"mustiness be because you know you can hope me."

She chuckled softly,

"More like I know I'm safe with you."

Her hand found his under the back and their fingers intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the call for supper right, the end credits had just started rolling when his beginner popped his forefront around the doorway,

"Ah you're awake, hello Maryse, solid food is ready."

"Hello Mister Anders, I'm sure as shooting I can drag out him away from his film for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

"Don't evidence me he dragged you in here to watch movies."

Maryse gave him a burnished grinning,

"Actually it was my idea, I haven't watched any movies in the past two weeks."

With a nod and a wafture Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the following movie started, supper was a fast social function as his parents had to go out to visit a business associate degree of Joe's Church Father for drinks. Within the hour Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his room, this fourth dimension Maryse closed and locked the room access behind them, a impish grin on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutches national flag, resistance is futile."

Joe smiled at her,

"Ah but I am not an ensign ma'am Borg, I am the XO."

She frowned,

"XO ? The administrator police officer ?"

His smile turned to a grin,

"The hugs and kisses, ohmic resistance is fruitless !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his blazonry, making her squeal in surprise and a few moments later she sighed in pleasure as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some time, the kissing was slow and gentle, her helping hand slowly exploring his dead body through the material of the t-shirt underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his jacket, giving her Thomas More freedom to search, he lifted her island of Jersey and they broke apart for a few moments, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her rap pap already hardening, their vividness growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his t-shirt as she stepped close to him again, her cushy breasts pressing up against his au naturel body as their sassing found each other once more.

He ran his hand over her supple back, exploring her flawless skin, the subdued velvety feel of her a feel he had missed dearly. Her hand had slipped between them, stroking over his body as her former hand explored his vertebral column, he ran his fingertips over her spinal column, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it and she moaned softly as he pressed those fingers down on the knotted muscle of her shoulders. After prospicient here and now her digit slid to his blue jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to hang to the floor, her digit undid the clit of his drawers and slid inside, slowly stroking over the diaphysis of his cock, she pulled his stopcock out of the slit and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their kissing turned hotter with every passing moment, his custody finally coming to stay on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the textile made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a tenuous smile. Her paw started to unmake her jeans and he undid the laces of his tennis shoe and pulled them off along with his wind sock and kicked his jean away as he watched her slide her denim down her legs, her hot pants followed. He pulled her closer, lifting her up and settling her down on the bed, standing up he pulled off her the boot, then her jean and underwear, leaving them both naked, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to snog her. Her limb folded around him, pulling him down, he sank down, her legs opening to tolerate him to finalise on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his hands under her firm ass, slowly massaging the firm muscles, making her moan in pleasure. One hand detached from his berm and slowly slid down his cover, over his hips and in between them, grabbing time lag of his pounding shaft of light where it lay caught between their consistence. He lifted his hips, allowing her more freedom to his cock, her hired man slowly stroked the difficult shaft, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the school principal, as Thomas More oozed out, she rubbed her palm over the read/write head. She moved her hired man over his shaft, pushing slightly she led him to her twat, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a crocked, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the sensitive head of his peter, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her hand slid away from his spear, coming to rest on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing second as her physical structure opened up for him, her tight walls of her pussy softly massaging his intruding cock. Drawing his bridge player from her ass, he slid them under her shoulder, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his elbows, they looked at each early as he moved his prick slowly out and then back into her, each slow thrust taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each thrust, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, his bulwark finally met her own, their trunk pushed outpouring against each former, his dick buried late interior of her, they stay like this for a spell, caught in the mo. He leaned down ; their lips met once Sir Thomas More as he started to be active interior of her, picking up speed until they found a leisurely rate, slow and fleshly, not too fast nor too slow. Her soft moan muffled by their entwined tongues and lip pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his shoulder joint as her hip joint met each slow driving force with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a piece, looking down into her cover girl fount, he couldn't get over the fact how much he loved her, it was a feeling that he was new to, but it was there and from the facial expression in her center, she reflected that feeling. Their movements gradually started to increase in footstep, Maryse closing her eyes as her moans increased in intensity, Joe leaned down and kissed her neck, which she arched for him, her hot breath against his ear as was her moaning. He felt her body shudder and she cried out his name softly as her eubstance convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her business firm body.

He kept up his thrusting and it had her digging her nails into his back, he could sense her body convulsing again and again under him, the walls of her slit gripping and releasing his thrusting cock with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued moan of pleasure was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his peter rushed his orgasm as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his cock to inundate her twat, he groaned in the unbelievable pleasure of his tone ending, holding her tightly to him as their dead body shuddered in pleasure against each other.

Locked together like they were, neither one saw the figure that backed away from the window, as it turned, a ponytail briefly lashed out and then the form was gone. Once they both came down from their orgasmic cloud nine, it dawned on them that cold air was coming in from the partially opened windows. Languidly they crept under the back, Maryse settling on top of Joe, snuggling up to him and yawn,

"Hmm, you know how to tire a girl out."

Joe chuckled,

"Hey not my fault you're getting so old."

She snorted and playfully punched his chest,

"Well this old hen at least have sex how to get you into bed without a hitch."

They both chuckled at that and he held her confining, glad to have her with him before she had to leave for college. He brushed through her hair, slipping off the isthmus holding them together and fluffed them out with his fingers. He gently stroke her hair, feeling her breathing growing slower and steadier, he knew that they would have to pick up soon, but at the instant he didn't want to move, nor did he want to disturb Maryse, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her smile,

"I love you too Joe. ”