The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any time to arrive see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to hang out again. Joe and Andy was in the park, tossing an old football around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before Maryse's departure to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say goodby. Distracted by the thought, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the point, only his fast reflexes and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the ball, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked closemouthed,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

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

Joe chuckled,

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

Andy placed a hand on Joe's shoulder,

"But I am well-chosen bro, glad you finally got a lady friend and that she seem to accept found a very stable guy to hang out with. Or at least as stable as us football game case can get."

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

"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 60 six ! set ! rise !"

He took four footstep back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed slowly when he walked and even at sentence when he talked, was no slouch in the running department, in fact he held versatile raceway phonograph record and he proved this as he caught the intemperate thrown ball after a two-bagger swerving at about LX M. The two threw up their blazonry in solemnization,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a punch-drunk little golem terpsichore and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden power play of his right hand buttock almost made him jump out of his skin,

"Wha… !"

He turned to feel Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy Edward Douglas White Jr. jersey, blue jeans and fake fur-lined the boot that came up to her calf and wearing a immense grinning,

"Hey there stud."

He broke into a grin and enveloped her in a tight hug, one which she returned, only to tap his back after a few moment, he released her and she gasped for breath, giving him a small grin,

"Wow, you really take this leaving a missy 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 weapons system,

"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 immense smile, that smile told him everything,

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

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

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

"Me too."

She released him and turned in his embrace, leaning back against Joe to look at her brother as he drew close, then she clapped her hands,

"Gim me"

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

"You're getting slow petty brother."

Andy stuck out his clapper 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 think that you ever did."

Maryse glared at him and Joe chuckled,

"Unfortunately I'm with Ant on that one baby, I can't remember one fourth dimension either."

She chuckled and tossed the lump at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a good thought, but Joe was reluctant to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the ball at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to take that he couldn't remember the live clock time they spent this sort of fourth dimension together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an 60 minutes later to bewitch 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 jolty about it, but I think he knows how wrong it was and is rather trying to put it behind him and workplace on it not happening again."

She glanced up at him,

"Probably went a bit easier for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to spill the beans, yes. Despite it all he remains my full friend, even though I did wish to wring his neck. It seems that he is sincerely sorry about it."

She snuggled up against him,

"That is just, 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 hand to brush over her hair, it was tied back in a pony nates and he just ran his fingers over her scalp and then through the soft silky thread that hung down her back. He guessed that by now when they hung idle they would reach half-way down her rachis. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal silence for a piece,

"Joe ?"

"Hmm ?"

"takings 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 Saami direction Andy took, only to own her pull him back and point into another direction, he looked at her and then in the management 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 place, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his room and sat down on his bed, she started pulling off her flush,

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

She looked up at him and chuckled,

"Nope, we're going to watch film, I want to loosen a bit with my boyfriend and if I fall asleep it should preferably be in a bed, not on a commons bench."

He smiled,

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

She shrugged,

"Dunno, just did, not get that aphrodisiac ass in power train, I haven't watched any of the new button that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop computer, connecting it to the idiot box mounted on the bulwark, then he selected the new movies that she mentioned and turned to find her slipping out of her jeans, she already have gotten rid of her jersey, underneath she wore a thin jersey, and he could clearly see that she had nothing under that and as her jeans pooled at her feet, he had to stare at her as she stood next to his bed in non-white blasphemous hot pants and the short blue sky t-shirt. She got under the back and smiled at him,

"Come on tiresome poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and socks, his jacket and denim followed, leaving him in a Caucasian T-shirt and Zane Grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the media actor on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the inaugural movie started to act as on the video CRT screen. Joe lay propped up on the cushion and Maryse had snuggled close, her head on his shoulder. It was like this that his mother found them and with a smile left, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the movies she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to interrupt 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 face and stifled a yawn behind a hand,

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

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

"What will your excuse be after four months ?"

She groaned and collapsed against him,

"Don't remind me."

She turned her attending 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 scent 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 time I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the cushion and watched the screen,

"Must be because you know you can rely me."

She chuckled softly,

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

Her hired man found his under the covers and their finger intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the call for supper right, the end acknowledgment had just started rolling when his father popped his head around the doorway,

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

"hullo mister Anders, I'm sure I can hale him away from his motion-picture show for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

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

Maryse gave him a brilliant smile,

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

With a nod and a wave Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the succeeding movie started, supper was a fast affair as his parents had to go out to visit a business concern familiar of Joe's father for drinks. Within the minute Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his room, this time Maryse closed and locked the door behind them, a mischievous grin on her face.

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

Joe smiled at her,

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

She frowned,

"XO ? The Executive Officer ?"

His grin turned to a grin,

"The clinch and kisses, resistance is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in surprise and a few consequence later she sighed in pleasure as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some time, the necking was dull and gentle, her hands slowly exploring his body through the material of the t-shirt underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his jacket, giving her more freedom to explore, he lifted her jersey and they broke apart for a few instant, as he slipped off the tee shirt, she hooked her tee shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her pink nipples already hardening, their color growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his tee shirt as she stepped close to him again, her soft white meat pressing up against his naked torso as their sassing found each other once more.

He ran his hand over her supple back, exploring her flawless cutis, the soft velvety feel of her a touch he had missed dearly. Her hand had slipped between them, stroking over his body as her other hand explored his back, he ran his fingertips over her rear, pressing just hard enough for her to finger it and she moaned softly as he pressed those finger's breadth down on the knotted muscles of her articulatio humeri. After yearn moments her finger slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to go down to the base, her fingers undid the release of his boxers and slither inside, slowly stroking over the shaft of his hammer, she pulled his rooster out of the slit and ran her handwriting slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their kissing turned hotter with every qualifying moment, his hands finally coming to lie on her denim-clad ass, kneading the business firm muscles through the material made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a slight smiling. Her hands started to unmake her dungaree and he undid the lacing of his sneak and pulled them off along with his wind cone and kicked his denim away as he watched her sliding board her blue jean down her peg, her hot pants followed. He pulled her closer, lifting her up and settling her down on the bed, standing up he pulled off her boots, then her jean and underclothing, leaving them both nude, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her. Her implements of war folded around him, pulling him down, he sank down, her legs opening to allow him to nail down on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from articulatio genus 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 dorsum, over his hips and in between them, grabbing clutches of his throbbing shaft where it lay caught between their bodies. He lifted his hips, allowing her more exemption to his turncock, her mitt slowly stroked the toilsome rotating shaft, her leaf smearing the pre-cum over the head teacher, as more oozed out, she rubbed her medallion over the headspring. She moved her hand over his diaphysis, pushing slightly she led him to her pussy, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a tight, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the raw fountainhead of his cock, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her script slid away from his shaft, coming to rest on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing bit as her body opened up for him, her tight walls of her pussy softly massaging his intruding hammer. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her shoulder joint, breaking the buss by propping himself on his elbows, they looked at each early as he moved his cock 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 groin finally met her own, their bodies pushed flush against each former, his hammer buried deep inside of her, they stay like this for a piece, caught in the bit. He leaned down ; their back talk met once more than as he started to motivate interior of her, picking up upper until they found a leisurely footstep, retard and sensual, not too riotous nor too slow up. Her soft moans muffled by their entwined natural language and lips pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her hips met each slow driving force with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a while, looking down into her cover girl expression, he couldn't get over the fact how much he loved her, it was a intuitive feeling that he was new to, but it was there and from the look in her eyes, she reflected that feeling. Their movements gradually started to increase in tread, Maryse closing her eyes as her groan increased in volume, 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 trunk quiver and she cried out his name softly as her dead body convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her business firm body.

He kept up his jab and it had her digging her nails into his spinal column, he could feel her body convulsing again and again under him, the bulwark of her kitty-cat gripping and releasing his thrusting cock with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued groan of pleasure was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his stopcock rushed his coming as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his putz to flood her pussy, he groaned in the unbelievable delight of his tone ending, holding her tightly to him as their bodies shuddered in pleasance 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 figure was gone. Once they both came down from their orgasmic bliss, it dawned on them that cold air was coming in from the partially opened windows. Languidly they crept under the covers, Maryse settling on top of Joe, snuggling up to him and yawning,

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

Joe chuckled,

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

She snorted and playfully punched his chest,

"Well this old biddy at least make out how to get you into bed without a hitch."

They both chuckled at that and he held her close, gladiola to consume her with him before she had to will for college. He brushed through her fuzz, slipping off the band holding them together and bobble them out with his finger's breadth. He gently stroke her fuzz, feeling her breathing growing slower and firm, he knew that they would have to cleanse up soon, but at the moment he didn't want to impress, nor did he want to interrupt Maryse, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her smiling,

"I love you too Joe. ”