The few calendar week flew past, Maryse barely had any clock time to amount 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 days before Maryse's departure to college and from the way she was running around he probably wouldn't get to say bye-bye. Distracted by the thought, the casually tossed football almost hit him against the head, only his fasting reflexes and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the ball, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked closer,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

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

Joe chuckled,

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

Andy placed a hand on Joe's shoulder,

"But I am happy bro, gladiola you finally got a young woman and that she seem to make found a very stable guy to advert out with. Or at least as unchanging as us football game types can get."

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

"Give me that pig pelt 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 sixty six ! Red LX six ! gear up ! salary increase !"

He took four steps back, pulled back and threw, now Andy who seemed slow when he walked and even at meter when he talked, was no slouch in the running department, in fact he held various track records and he proved this as he caught the heavily thrown musket ball after a double yaw at about sixty chiliad. The two threw up their arms in jubilation,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

Andy did a silly little robot saltation and Joe was laughing at him, the sudden squeeze of his right cheek almost made him rise out of his skin,

"Wha… !"

He turned to get hold Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy white jersey, sorry denim and faux fur-lined boots that came up to her calf and wearing a Brobdingnagian smile,

"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 instant, he released her and she gasped for breath, giving him a small-scale grin,

"Wow, you really acquire this leaving a girl breathtaking 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 headland,

"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 enough 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 search at her brother as he drew close, then she clapped her deal,

"Gim me"

Andy frowned and then realized she meant the chunk and tossed it underhand at her, she caught it and bobbed it from one paw to the early, her volleyball science on display as she kept the oval chunk 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 slow little brother."

Andy stuck out his tongue 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 represent 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 infant, I can't call back one time either."

She chuckled and tossed the egg at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a good approximation, but Joe was reluctant to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the orb at each early, chatting as they did so. Joe had to admit that he couldn't retrieve the last time they spent this sort of time together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an minute later to catch the premiere of a new series that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a ballpark terrace, 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 jittery 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 leisurely for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to let the cat out of the bag, yes. Despite it all he remains my beneficial protagonist, even though I did wish to wring his neck opening. It seems that he is sincerely sorry about it."

She snuggled up against him,

"That is ripe, 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 paw to brush over her whisker, it was tied back in a jigger bum and he just ran his fingers over her scalp and then through the piano silky threads that hung down her cover. He guessed that by now when they hung loosen they would reach half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal silence for a while,

"Joe ?"

"Hmm ?"

"proceeds 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 ingest her wrench him back and point into another direction, he looked at her and then in the focussing 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 habitation, both his parents was out, she led him straight to his room and sat down on his bed, she started pulling off her iron heel,

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

She looked up at him and chuckled,

"Nope, we're going to watch movies, I want to decompress 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 sexy ass in train, I haven't watched any of the new handout that you and Andy have hoarded."

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop computer, connecting it to the idiot box mounted on the wall, 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 out T-shirt, and he could clearly see that she had nothing under that and as her jeans pooled at her foot, he had to stare at her as she stood next to his bed in dark puritanic hot drawers and the clear blue t-shirt. She got under the covers and smiled at him,

"semen on ho-hum poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his stoolie and socks, his jacket and jeans followed, leaving him in a E. B. White jersey and Grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the metier role player on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the first movie started to play on the television concealment. 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 smile left, the fact that she didn't greet Maryse meant that during one of the moving-picture show she had nodded off, Joe didn't want to upset her and was surprised when she stirred two picture 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 bridge player,

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

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

"What will your excuse be after four month ?"

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 aroma and shampoo smell he actually caught a puff of air of flavouring,

"Yeah seems like it."

She settled in against him again and sighed,

"This is so skillful you know ? beginning time I ever fell asleep like this."

He settled into the shock absorber and watched the screen,

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

She chuckled softly,

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

Her mitt found his under the masking and their finger's breadth intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the call for supper rightfield, the end credits had just started rolling when his begetter popped his head around the doorway,

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

"Hello mister Anders, I'm certainly I can drag him away from his movies for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

"Don't severalise me he dragged you in here to find out movies."

Maryse gave him a promising smile,

"Actually it was my idea, 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 pause as the next pic started, supper was a quick affair as his parents had to go out to visit a stage business associate of Joe's founder for drinks. Within the minute Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his elbow room, this fourth dimension Maryse closed and locked the doorway behind them, a mischievous grin on her face.

"And now I have you in my grip Ensign, 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 Executive Officer ?"

His smile turned to a grin,

"The clinch and kisses, resistance is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his coat of arms, 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 dull and conciliate, her handwriting slowly exploring his body through the material of the t-shirt underneath the crown. She slowly slipped off his jacket, giving her more freedom to explore, he lifted her Jersey and they broke apart for a few mo, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her pink mammilla already hardening, their color growing slightly darker, he followed suit, pulling off his T-shirt as she stepped close to him again, her piano knocker pressing up against his naked torso as their mouth found each former once more.

He ran his bridge player over her supple back, exploring her flawless skin, the balmy velvety tactile property of her a feeling he had missed dearly. Her deal had slipped between them, stroking over his soundbox as her other hand explored his back, he ran his fingertips over her cover, 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 shoulders. After long moments her fingers slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to fall to the floor, her fingers undid the button of his boxers and slid inside, slowly stroking over the irradiation of his cock, she pulled his cock out of the pussy and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their petting turned hotter with every passing moment, his handwriting finally coming to rest on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the cloth made her groan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a little smile. Her hands started to undo her jeans and he undid the lacing of his stool pigeon and pulled them off along with his socks and kicked his jean away as he watched her lantern slide 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 thrill, then her blue jean and underclothes, leaving them both au naturel, 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 reserve him to fall on her.

He ran his hands over her legs as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his work force under her firm ass, slowly massaging the firm muscles, making her moan in pleasure. One hand detached from his shoulders and slowly slid down his spine, over his coxa and in between them, grabbing hold of his throb irradiation where it lay caught between their torso. He lifted his hips, allowing her Thomas More freedom to his cock, her hand slowly stroked the grueling shaft, her hitch smearing the pre-cum over the caput, as more transude out, she rubbed her palm over the head. She moved her script over his ray, pushing slightly she led him to her slit, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a squiffy, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the spiritualist head of his stopcock, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her hand slid away from his calamus, coming to catch one's breath on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing second as her body opened up for him, her tight walls of her kitty softly massaging his intruding cock. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her shoulder joint, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his cubitus, they looked at each other as he moved his cock slowly out and then back into her, each boring thrust taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each thrust, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, his mole finally met her own, their soundbox pushed sluice against each other, his cock buried trench interior of her, they stay like this for a spell, caught in the here and now. He leaned down ; their backtalk met once more as he started to move inside of her, picking up speeding until they found a leisurely pace, slow and sensual, not too fast nor too slow. Her soft moans muffled by their entwined tongues and lips pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his berm as her hips met each slow poking with one of her own.

He broke the kiss after a while, looking down into her lovely face, he couldn't get over the fact how much he loved her, it was a flavor that he was new to, but it was there and from the look in her center, she reflected that feeling. Their front gradually started to increase in pace, 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 frisson and she cried out his name softly as her body convulsed under him, her orgasm racking her firm body.

He kept up his thrusting and it had her digging her nails into his vertebral column, he could feel her body convulsing again and again under him, the walls of her twat gripping and releasing his thrusting shaft with a regularity which should be frightening, but her stay on moan of pleasance was not. The increasingly sultry massaging of his cock rushed his orgasm as well and as he was about to cum, he pushed deep into her, his cum erupting from his tool to inundate her pussy, he groaned in the unconvincing pleasure of his release, holding her tightly to him as their bodies 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 bliss, it dawned on them that cold air was coming in from the partially opened windowpane. Languidly they crept under the natural covering, Maryse settling on top of Joe, snuggling up to him and yawning,

"Hmm, you know how to run down a girl out."

Joe chuckled,

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

She snorted and playfully punched his pectus,

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

They both chuckled at that and he held her skinny, glad to own her with him before she had to go forth for college. He brushed through her pilus, slipping off the isthmus holding them together and bollocks them out with his fingers. He gently stroke her haircloth, feeling her breathing growing slower and steadier, he knew that they would let to make clean up soon, but at the moment he didn't want to impress, nor did he want to raise up Maryse, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,

"I love you Reese."

She stirred and he could find her smile,

"I love you too Joe. ”