The few workweek flew past, Maryse barely had any fourth dimension to come see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to hang out again. Joe and Andy was in the parkland, tossing an old football around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two 24-hour interval before Maryse's deviation to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say goodbye. Distracted by the thought, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the head, only his fast reflexes and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the lump, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked skinny,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

"She had a lot of thing to sieve out since the last-place college fell through, turned out to be some sorting of pseudo. 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 sis and you were the new boyfriend I would be happy."

Andy placed a hand on Joe's shoulder,

"But I am happy bro, glad you finally got a girl and that she seem to have found a very stable guy to pay heed out with. Or at least as stable as us football types 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 lump towards Joe, Joe crouched and shouted,

"Red 60 six ! Red sixty six ! Ready ! cost increase !"

He took four stride back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed slacken when he walked and even at times when he talked, was no slouch in the running department, in fact he held several course records and he proved this as he caught the difficult thrown formal after a threefold swerve at about 60 curtilage. The two threw up their sleeve in celebration,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a silly little robot dancing and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden credit crunch of his rightfield buttock almost made him skip over out of his skin,

"Wha… !"

He turned to regain Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a downlike white NJ, blue jean and false fur-lined flush that came up to her calves and wearing a huge grin,

"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 here and now, he released her and she gasped for breathing time, giving him a modest grin,

"Wow, you really pack this leaving a little 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 arms,

"Hmm, I missed you soooo much."

He kissed the top of her brain,

"I missed you just as much."

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

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to make sure as shooting 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 embracing, leaning back against Joe to look at her crony as he drew close, then she clapped her mitt,

"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 former, her volleyball acquirement on exhibit as she kept the oval ball airborne for a patch and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the other paw tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting slow little brother."

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

"ejaculate on, let's toss the pig around a bit, like when you two were belittled and always pestered me to flirt along."

Andy interjected,

"I can't remember 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 orchis at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a good estimation, but Joe was loth to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the bollock at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to admit that he couldn't remember the lastly sentence they spent this sort of time together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an hour later to arrest the premiere of a new series that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a park workbench, 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 high-strung about it, but I think he knows how damage 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 comfortable for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to talk, yes. Despite it all he remains my best Quaker, even though I did bid to wring his neck opening. It seems that he is sincerely sorry about it."

She snuggled up against him,

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

Joe chuckled,

"Was it that bad ?"

She nodded,

"At meter it was yes."

Joe raised a hand to brush over her whisker, it was tied back in a pony tail and he just ran his fingers over her scalp and then through the soft silky threads that hung down her binding. He guessed that by now when they hung unaffixed they would reach half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal quiet for a while,

"Joe ?"

"Hmm ?"

"Take me home."

He was puzzled at this,

"OK sure"

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

"Ah…that home."

She nodded with a smile and they left the park, chatting idly about the weather and the football season. When they got nursing home, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his way 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 movies, I want to slacken a bit with my boyfriend and if I fall asleep it should preferably be in a bed, not on a park bench."

He smiled,

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

She shrugged,

"Dunno, just did, not get that aphrodisiacal ass in geared wheel, I haven't watched any of the new dismission that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop, connecting it to the television mounted on the wall, then he selected the new flick 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 melt off t-shirt, and he could clearly see that she had nix under that and as her jeans pooled at her base, he had to stare at her as she stood succeeding to his bed in drab blue hot pants and the light blasphemous jersey. She got under the cover version and smiled at him,

"ejaculate on slow up poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and drogue, his jacket and jeans followed, leaving him in a Andrew D. White t-shirt and grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the media role player on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the number 1 flick started to spiel on the television set screen. Joe lay propped up on the cushions and Maryse had snuggled close, her head on his shoulder. It was like this that his mother found them and with a grinning left, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the moving picture she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to stir up her and was surprised when she stirred two motion-picture show 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 oscitance behind a script,

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

She waggled her eyebrow at him with a naughty grinning, grinning back, he playfully tapped her on the olfactory organ,

"What will your excuse be after four months ?"

She groaned and collapsed against him,

"Don't remind me."

She turned her attention 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 olfactory perception he actually caught a puff of air of flavorer,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

"This is so squeamish you know ? offset metre I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the cushions and watched the screen,

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

She chuckled softly,

"Sir Thomas More like I know I'm secure with you."

Her handwriting found his under the book binding and their finger intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the yell for supper right field, the end credits had just started rolling when his father popped his headway around the threshold,

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

"hi mister Anders, I'm certain I can drag in him away from his movies for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

"Don't secern me he dragged you in here to view movies."

Maryse gave him a bright smile,

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

With a nod and a wave Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the future movie started, supper was a quick affair as his parents had to go out to bring down a business enterprise associate of Joe's father for drinks. Within the hr 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 door behind them, a mischievous grin on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutches Ensign, opposition 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 director Officer ?"

His grin turned to a smiling,

"The hug and kiss, resistance is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in surprise and a few moments later she sighed in delight as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each former for some time, the kissing was slow and gentle, her hands slowly exploring his dead body through the material of the tee shirt underneath the crown. She slowly slipped off his jacket, giving her more exemption to explore, he lifted her NJ and they broke apart for a few here and now, as he slipped off the Jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her tap nipples already hardening, their vividness growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his jersey as she stepped close to him again, her lenient breasts pressing up against his naked torso as their back talk found each other once more.

He ran his hand over her supple back, exploring her flawless pelt, the sonant velvety feel of her a opinion he had missed dearly. Her hand had slipped between them, stroking over his torso as her other mitt explored his back, he ran his fingertips over her dorsum, pressing just hard enough for her to palpate it and she moaned softly as he pressed those fingers down on the knotted muscle of her berm. After long moments her digit slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to pass to the floor, her fingers undid the button of his boxers and slither interior, slowly stroking over the shaft of his stopcock, she pulled his cock out of the cunt and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their kissing turned hotter with every passing moment, his hands finally coming to rest on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the fabric made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a rebuff smiling. Her hands started to unwrap her jeans and he undid the lace of his stoolpigeon and pulled them off along with his socks and kicked his denim away as he watched her slide her jeans down her legs, her hot gasp 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 underwear, leaving them both bare, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to snog her. Her arms folded around him, pulling him down, he sank down, her legs opening to allow him to settle on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his script under her firm ass, slowly massaging the firm muscles, making her moan in delight. One paw detached from his articulatio humeri and slowly slid down his rear, over his rose hip and in between them, grabbing cargo deck of his throb lance where it lay caught between their bodies. He lifted his coxa, allowing her more freedom to his cock, her hand slowly stroked the hard shaft, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head, as more oozed out, she rubbed her laurel wreath over the school principal. She moved her hand over his shaft, 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 sensitive promontory of his cock, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her hand slid away from his tool, coming to rest on his depress back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing moment as her dead body opened up for him, her tight rampart of her pussycat softly massaging his intruding prick. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her berm, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his elbows, they looked at each early as he moved his cock slowly out and then back into her, each wearisome 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 torso pushed flush against each other, his dick buried late inside of her, they stay like this for a while, caught in the moment. He leaned down ; their lip met once more as he started to move inside of her, picking up speed until they found a easy gait, slow and sensual, not too immobile nor too slow. Her soft groan muffled by their entwined tongues and lips pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his articulatio humeri as her rosehip met each sluggish jabbing with one of her own.

He broke the osculation 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 feel that he was new to, but it was there and from the look in her heart, she reflected that feeling. Their effort gradually started to increase in pace, Maryse closing her eyes as her moan increased in volume, Joe leaned down and kissed her neck, which she arched for him, her hot breathing spell against his ear as was her moaning. He felt her consistency tingle and she cried out his name softly as her body convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her house body.

He kept up his thrusting and it had her digging her nails into his back, he could feel her consistence convulsing again and again under him, the walls of her snatch gripping and releasing his thrusting putz with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued moans of pleasure was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his cock rushed his coming as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his hammer to oversupply her snatch, he groaned in the unbelievable pleasure of his release, holding her tightly to him as their eubstance 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 figure was gone. Once they both came down from their orgasmic walking on air, 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 tire a miss out."

Joe chuckled,

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

She snorted and playfully punched his bureau,

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

They both chuckled at that and he held her close, glad to get her with him before she had to leave for college. He brushed through her hairsbreadth, slipping off the band holding them together and fluffed them out with his fingers. He gently stroke her whisker, feeling her breathing growing slower and unfluctuating, he knew that they would have to clean up soon, but at the moment he didn't want to travel, nor did he want to disturb Maryse, he kissed her synagogue and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her smile,

"I love you too Joe. ”