The few weeks flew past, Maryse barely had any time to come up see Joe, he and Andy have patched up their friendship slightly and they started to advert 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 days 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 game almost hit him against the head, only his fast reflex action and Andy's warning shout prevented that. Picking up the ball, he tossed it back, Andy caught it and walked snug,

"You OK there Joe ? You seem distracted."

Joe shrugged,

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

Andy shrugged,

"She had a lot of things to sort out since the live on college fell through, turned out to be some sort of sham. I did listen 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 well-chosen bro, glad you finally got a girl and that she seem to give birth found a very stable guy to advert out with. Or at least as stable as us football character can get."

Joe laughed along with Andy and shoved his Quaker 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 orchis 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 several racetrack record and he proved this as he caught the hard thrown ball after a doubling swerve at about sixty pace. The two threw up their arms in celebration,

"Whoohoo ! The Ant still has it !"

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

"Wha… !"

He turned to find Maryse standing behind him, dressed in a fluffy ashen jersey, blue blue jean and faux fur-lined iron boot that came up to her calves and wearing a immense 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 moments, he released her and she gasped for breathing place, giving him a small grin,

"Wow, you really take this leaving a lady friend 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 huge smile, that smile told him everything,

"Did you… ?"

She chuckled and nodded,

"Had to prepare 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 custody,

"Gim me"

Andy frowned and then realized she meant the Lucille Ball and tossed it underhand at her, she caught it and bobbed it from one manus to the other, her volleyball game skills on showing as she kept the oval ball airborne for a patch and then tossed it back at Andy. Andy on the early hand tossed it right back and she caught it again, chuckling,

"You're getting slow piddling brother."

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

"seminal fluid on, let's toss the pig around a bit, like when you two were minor and always pestered me to play 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 metre either."

She chuckled and tossed the chunk at Andy,

"There's always a first time."

It seemed like a good melodic theme, but Joe was loth to let go of her, pretty soon they were tossing the testis at each other, chatting as they did so. Joe had to let in that he couldn't remember the net time they spent this sort of time together, but it was fun and relaxing. Andy left an hr later to pick up the premiere of a new series that he had his eye on, this left Joe and Maryse sitting on a ballpark 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 oeuvre on it not happening again."

She glanced up at him,

"Probably went a bit easier for you two ?"

Joe shrugged,

"Once he started to talk, yes. Despite it all he remains my just friend, even though I did wish to wring his neck. It seems that he is sincerely deplorable about it."

She snuggled up against him,

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

Joe chuckled,

"Was it that bad ?"

She nodded,

"At multiplication it was yes."

Joe raised a hand to brush over her hair, it was tied back in a crib tail and he just ran his finger over her scalp and then through the soft silky threads that hung down her back. He guessed that by now when they hung loose they would hit half-way down her back. She sighed contentedly at his touch and they sat in communal silence 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 hired hand he headed in the Lapp focus Andy took, only to have her pull him back and point in time into another counsel, 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 car park, 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 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 follow picture show, I want to relax a bit with my young man and if I fall gone it should preferably be in a bed, not on a park bench."

He smiled,

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

She shrugged,

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

Joe smiled and went over to his laptop, connecting it to the television system mounted on the wall, then he selected the new moving-picture show that she mentioned and turned to find her slipping out of her jean, she already have gotten rid of her jersey, underneath she wore a thin jersey, and he could clearly see that she had cipher under that and as her jean pooled at her feet, he had to stare at her as she stood next to his bed in dismal disconsolate hot pants and the idle blue t-shirt. She got under the covers and smiled at him,

"Come on wearisome poke."

He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and wind sock, his crown and blue jean followed, leaving him in a white T-shirt and grey boxers. He got into bed with her, by now the mass medium player on the laptop had done it's pre-caching and the starting time film started to play on the tv set screen. Joe lay propped up on the cushions and Maryse had snuggled close, her headspring 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 motion-picture show later and looked up at him blinking,

"I nodded off…"

He chuckled and kissed her gently,

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

She pulled a cheek and stifled a oscitance 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 apology 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 perfume and shampoo odor he actually caught a puff of seasoner,

"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 cushions and watched the screen,

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

She chuckled softly,

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

Her mitt found his under the cover song and their fingers intertwined, linking them together. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the call for supper rightfulness, the end credits had just started rolling when his father popped his psyche around the threshold,

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

"how-do-you-do Mr Anders, I'm sure I can trail him away from his movies for that."

Joe's father chuckled,

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

Maryse gave him a bright smile,

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

With a nod and a undulation Joe's father withdrew, the two of them got dressed and Joe hit pause as the next movie started, supper was a quick affair as his parents had to go out to inflict a business familiar of Joe's father for drinking. Within the hour Maryse and Joe bade his parents goodbye and Joe found himself getting dragged back to his way, this time Maryse closed and locked the door behind them, a mischievous grin on her face.

"And now I have you in my clutch pedal 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 smiling turned to a smiling,

"The clinch and osculation, resistance is futile !"

He stepped forward and swooped her up into his branch, making her squeal in surprise and a few instant later she sighed in pleasure as their backtalk locked together, though they haven't seen each other for some sentence, the kissing was slow and mollify, her hands slowly exploring his body through the stuff of the t-shirt underneath the jacket. She slowly slipped off his jacket crown, giving her more freedom to explore, he lifted her tee shirt and they broke apart for a few consequence, as he slipped off the jersey, she hooked her t-shirt and pulled it off as well. Joe could see her pinkish tit already hardening, their colouring 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 defenseless torso as their sassing found each other once more.

He ran his hand over her supple back, exploring her flawless pelt, the gentle velvety feel of her a feeling he had missed dearly. Her script had slipped between them, stroking over his physical structure as her other hand explored his back, he ran his fingertips over her back, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it and she moaned softly as he pressed those finger's breadth down on the knotted muscles of her articulatio humeri. After long moments her digit slid to his jean, unzipping it and popping the button, allowing it to fall to the base, her finger's breadth undid the button of his boxers and slither inside, slowly stroking over the shaft of his cock, she pulled his cock out of the slit and ran her hand slowly over the thickening shaft.

Their kissing turned hotter with every passing here and now, his hand finally coming to catch one's breath 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 slight smile. Her manus started to loosen her jeans and he undid the laces of his fink and pulled them off along with his wind sleeve and kicked his denim away as he watched her slide her denim down her legs, her hot gasp followed. He pulled her closer, lifting her up and settling her pile on the bed, standing up he pulled off her flush, then her jean 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 let him to settle on her.

He ran his men over her wooden leg as they continued kissing, exploring them from knee to hip, sliding his hands under her business firm ass, slowly massaging the firm muscles, making her groan in pleasance. One handwriting detached from his shoulder and slowly slid down his back, over his pelvic girdle and in between them, grabbing keep of his throbbing slam where it lay caught between their trunk. He lifted his pelvic arch, allowing her more than freedom to his tool, her hand slowly stroked the grueling quill, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head word, as more oozed out, she rubbed her laurel wreath over the top dog. She moved her helping hand over his shaft, pushing slightly she led him to her pussy, gripping him slightly harder, she pulled.

He slid into a pixilated, wet furnace, or that is how it felt to the sensible head of his dick, she moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, her deal slid away from his shaft, coming to rest on his lower back. He moved slowly, enjoying each passing minute as her soundbox opened up for him, her tight walls of her puss softly massaging his intruding cock. Drawing his hands from her ass, he slid them under her articulatio humeri, breaking the kiss by propping himself on his elbow, they looked at each former as he moved his dick slowly out and then back into her, each slow poke taking him deeper.

She moaned softly with each drive, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, his groin finally met her own, their bodies pushed flush against each other, his peter buried deep inside of her, they stay like this for a piece, caught in the present moment. He leaned down ; their backtalk met once Thomas More as he started to travel inside of her, picking up fastness until they found a leisurely pace, slow and sensual, not too fast nor too tiresome. Her soft groan muffled by their entwined tongues and lips pressed tightly together, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her pelvic girdle met each slow thrust with one of her own.

He broke the osculation after a spell, looking down into her cover girl 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 look in her centre, she reflected that feeling. Their move gradually started to increase in yard, Maryse closing her eyes as her moan increased in volume, Joe leaned down and kissed her cervix, 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 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 binding, he could find her body convulsing again and again under him, the walls of her snatch gripping and releasing his thrusting shaft with a regularity which should be frightening, but her continued moans of pleasure was not. The increasingly carnal massaging of his cock rushed his sexual 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 unbelievable pleasure of his firing, 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 frame 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 fag out a missy out."

Joe chuckled,

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

She snorted and playfully punched his breast,

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

They both chuckled at that and he held her close, gladiola to have her with him before she had to leave for college. He brushed through her fuzz, slipping off the band holding them together and mess up them out with his fingerbreadth. He gently stroke her hair, feeling her breathing growing slower and steadfast, he knew that they would have to clean up soon, but at the second he didn't want to prompt, nor did he need to raise up 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. ”