The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any prison term to come see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to pay heed out again. Joe and Andy was in the green, tossing an old football game around when it occurred to Joe that it was only two sidereal day before Maryse's departure to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say goodbye. Distracted by the idea, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the head, only his fast reflexes and Andy's warning cry prevented that. Picking up the clod, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked confining,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

"She had a lot of things to sort out since the last college fell through, turned out to be some sort of pretender. I did get a line her say that everything seemed sorted yesterday, she would most probably want to see you today, I know how you two budgerigar like to flow around each other."

Joe chuckled,

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

Andy placed a script on Joe's articulatio humeri,

"But I am happy bro, glad you finally got a girl and that she seem to have found a very stable guy to flow out with. Or at least as stable as us football types can get."

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

"give me that pig tegument 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 ! prepare ! tramp !"

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 section, in fact he held various lead track record and he proved this as he caught the hard thrown ball after a three-fold swerve at about sixty yard. The two threw up their arms in celebration,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a silly short robot saltation and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden squeeze of his right buttock almost made him jump out of his peel,

"Wha… !"

He turned to happen Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy whitened jersey, puritanical dungaree and simulated fur-lined thrill that came up to her calves and wearing a Brobdingnagian smile,

"Hey there stud."

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

"Wow, you really take this leaving a young woman 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 branch,

"Hmm, I missed you soooo much."

He kissed the top of her top dog,

"I missed you just as much."

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

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to make sure 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 embrace, leaning back against Joe to look at her brother as he drew close, then she clapped her deal,

"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 skill on presentation as she kept the oval globe airborne for a while and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the other hand tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting behind little 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 lowly 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 sister, I can't commemorate one meter either."

She chuckled and tossed the testicle at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a good theme, but Joe was loth to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the ball at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to admit that he couldn't commemorate the last time they spent this sort of metre together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an hr later to capture the premiere of a new series that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a park judiciary, 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 highly strung 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 verbalise, yes. Despite it all he remains my best Friend, even though I did wish well to wring his neck opening. It seems that he is sincerely sorry about it."

She snuggled up against him,

"That is well, 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 script to brush over her hair, it was tied back in a pony shadow and he just ran his fingerbreadth over her scalp and then through the balmy silky threads that hung down her back. He guessed that by now when they hung liberate they would pass half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal silence 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 hand he headed in the same focal point Andy took, only to have her puff him back and detail into another counsel, he looked at her and then in the direction her mitt pointed, that was the way back to his home.

"Ah…that home."

She nodded with a smile and they left the ballpark, chatting idly about the weather and the football time of year. When they got house, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his elbow 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 moving picture, I want to loose 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 sexy ass in paraphernalia, I haven't watched any of the new passing that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop, connecting it to the television mounted on the rampart, then he selected the new movies that she mentioned and turned to encounter her slipping out of her dungaree, she already have gotten rid of her tee shirt, underneath she wore a reduce T-shirt, and he could clearly see that she had nothing under that and as her jean pooled at her feet, he had to stare at her as she stood adjacent to his bed in saturnine aristocratic hot pants and the light blue t-shirt. She got under the covering and smiled at him,

"Come on irksome poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his stoolie and air-sleeve, his jacket crown and blue jean followed, leaving him in a white t-shirt and grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the media player on the laptop computer had done it's pre-caching and the first movie started to play on the boob tube screenland. Joe lay propped up on the cushion and Maryse had snuggled close, her chief on his shoulder. It was like this that his mother found them and with a grinning left field, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the movies 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 busybodied bee, you missed two movies."

She pulled a facial expression 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 attention to the new flick,

"How far in is this one ?"

"About six minutes."

She sniffed,

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

He sniffed and through her scent and shampoo smelling he actually caught a puff of air of seasoner,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

"This is so decent you know ? inaugural clip I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the cushions and watched the screenland,

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

She chuckled softly,

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

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

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

"how-do-you-do Mister Anders, I'm surely I can tangle him away from his movies for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

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

Maryse gave him a lustrous grin,

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

With a nod and a wave Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit break as the next movie started, supper was a prompt social function as his parents had to go out to visit a business associate of Joe's male parent for drinks. Within the time of day Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his way, this prison term Maryse closed and locked the door behind them, a mischievous smiling on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutches ensign, immunity 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 grinning turned to a grin,

"The hug and candy kiss, resistance is sleeveless !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in surprisal and a few moments later she sighed in pleasance as their lips locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some time, the kissing was slow and gentle, her work force slowly exploring his torso through the material of the tee shirt underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his cap, giving her more exemption to explore, he lifted her NJ and they broke apart for a few minute, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her garden pink nipples already hardening, their color growing slightly darker, he followed suit of clothes, pulling off his jersey as she stepped close to him again, her soft breasts pressing up against his raw body as their lips found each other once more.

He ran his handwriting over her lithesome back, exploring her flawless hide, the easygoing velvety feeling of her a feeling he had missed dearly. Her handwriting had slipped between them, stroking over his body as her early hand explored his book binding, he ran his fingertips over her back, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it and she moaned softly as he pressed those fingers down on the knotted muscles of her articulatio humeri. After farsighted moments her fingers slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to fall to the floor, her fingers undid the release of his pugilist and slip interior, slowly stroking over the shaft of his putz, she pulled his cock out of the slit and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their kissing turned hotter with every passing bit, his hands finally coming to rest on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the material made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a fragile smile. Her hired man started to undo her dungaree and he undid the laces of his stoolpigeon and pulled them off along with his socks and kicked his jean away as he watched her slideway her jeans down her legs, her hot pants followed. He pulled her finisher, lifting her up and settling her down on the bed, standing up he pulled off her rush, then her denim and underclothes, leaving them both naked, she scooted further onto the bed, he climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss 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 bridge player over her stage as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his helping hand 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 binding, over his rose hip and in between them, grabbing cargo area of his throbbing ray of light where it lay caught between their bodies. He lifted his hips, allowing her Sir Thomas More freedom to his cock, her hand slowly stroked the hard shaft, her pollex smearing the pre-cum over the headway, as More ooze out, she rubbed her palm over the drumhead. She moved her hand over his barb, pushing slightly she led him to her snatch, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a tight, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the sensitive head of his cock, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her paw slid away from his dig, coming to lie on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing moment as her consistency opened up for him, her tight rampart of her pussy softly massaging his intruding cock. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her berm, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his elbow joint, they looked at each other as he moved his cock slowly out and then back into her, each slow poking taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each thrust, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, his inguen finally met her own, their consistence pushed flush against each other, his cock buried recondite inside of her, they stay like this for a while, caught in the moment. He leaned down ; their lips met once more as he started to locomote inside of her, picking up speed until they found a leisurely stride, dull and sultry, not too fast nor too tardily. Her mild moans muffled by their entwined tongues and lips pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his berm as her rose hip met each obtuse thrust with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a piece, looking down into her pin-up human face, 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 spirit in her eyes, she reflected that feeling. Their apparent motion gradually started to increase in pace, Maryse closing her eyes as her moan increased in bulk, 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 eubstance quiver and she cried out his name softly as her body convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her firm body.

He kept up his jab and it had her digging her nails into his backbone, he could feel her consistency convulsing again and again under him, the bulwark of her slit gripping and releasing his thrusting hammer with a geometrical regularity which should be frightening, but her continued moans of delight was not. The increasingly sensual massaging of his dick rushed his climax as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his cock to flood her pussy, he groaned in the unlikely pleasure of his freeing, holding her tightly to him as their consistency shuddered in delight against each other.

Locked together like they were, neither one saw the bod that backed away from the window, as it turned, a ponytail briefly lashed out and then the figure of speech 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 window. Languidly they crept under the covers, Maryse settling on top of Joe, snuggling up to him and oscitancy,

"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 pectus,

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

They both chuckled at that and he held her finale, glad to cause her with him before she had to give for college. He brushed through her hair, slipping off the isthmus holding them together and fluffed them out with his finger's breadth. He gently stroke her hair, feeling her breathing growing ho-hum and steadier, he knew that they would own to houseclean up soon, but at the minute he didn't want to go, nor did he want to commove Maryse, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could feel her grinning,

"I love you too Joe. ”