Other Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know ❯ A Not-So-Goofy Movie ( Chapter 1 )

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Summer Breeze: What Roxanne Didn't Know
by AladdinAbu
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PART I: A Not-So-Goofy Movie
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Oh, what he wouldn't give...

Max sighed wistfully as he followed Roxanne's every movement with his eyes. Like she had the last hundred weekdays before, she was sitting out under a shady tree eating her lunch with Stacey and that guy he hated - what was his name? Who cares? Happy, blissful... unaware of his existence. He would lay waste to worlds for her, but she didn't even know he was alive.

But soon. Soon, he was going to put his plan into action; hijack the school assembly and make her see him for once. Maybe, just maybe, she'd see him the way he saw her.

Stacey glanced up and saw him watching, and her eyebrow went up. Crap! She noticed! This was bad; he had gotten turning his head away when their eyes moved in his direction down to a science, but he'd screwed up and let himself get caught!

But all she did was smile and wink, then go back to her sandwich.

His reaction didn't mean he'd forgotten; just that he was paranoid that Roxanne would think he was a creepy stalker BEFORE he could impress her at the assembly. No, he remembered all too well the understanding he and Stacey had come to on a warm, breezy day last Summer....

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There they were at the public pool; he, PJ and Bobby, and Roxanne and Stacey (seperate parties). Lots of other kids were there, too, but all he had eyes for was Roxanne; she had a simple one-piece bathing suit on, nothing remotely provocative, but his eyes were glued. She was a babe. Curves that made his brain melt, soft skin... he hated to ogle her like that, he should be looking at her face or admiring what a wonderful person she was, but he could do that any day. Only here, now, at ye ole swimming hole in the Summer heat, could he get an eyeful of the rest of her.

"Forget it, man," PJ whispered in his ear. That didn't bring him back to reality - no, it was the sudden feeling of frigid ice on his foot resulting from his best friend's snowcone losing a hearty chunk of itself. That made him snap out of it.

"DAMMIT, PJ, why can't you watch what you're eating?!"

"Sorry!" he yelped, taking huge bites out of it to keep it contained in the paper wrapper. "There. Anyway, like I was saying, you don't stand a snowcone's chance with her, dude, so why do you insist on torturing yourself? She's in a whole other league from guys like us."

"Guys like you, maybe," Max growled; he was still mad about the snowcone. "But one day I'll do it. I'll figure out what I'm gonna-"

"Cheezus," Bobby laughed, suddenly appearing on his other side. He had a chili dog weighted down with so much cheese it must have cost him more than the rest of the chili dog. "Why don't you just go get your groove on, bro? She's a fine lady. Ask for the digits."

Max shrugged defensively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trunks. "Don't rush me. I'll get there, when I know the right words."

"Yeah, sure," PJ laughed. "In another space-time continuum, maybe."

"Go on, do it!" Bobby goaded, adjusting his ever-present shades. "Worst case scenario, you get shot down; you'll live to fight another day."

"Yeah - I'll live with my wounded pride, holed up in my room. I'd rather not be a depressed shut-in."

PJ chuckled again, crumpling up his now-empty snowcone wrapper. "Told ya he'd chicken out. When it comes to Roxanne Demartino, Max is just a walking puddle of goo."

"FINE!" he burst out. "I'll do it. Just... just gimme a minute."

Both of them glanced at each other, then cracked up laughing. He stomached it for a moment, blood boiling, then started walking over to her. What was he doing? Would he be able to even speak? It would be the first time, that's for sure. She really did seem to have the supernatural power to make his throat close up. But soon he was there, standing right in front of them. She and Stacy were just standing up, talking about something. Roxanne grabbed her purse off the lounge chair before she noticed him, stopping in mid-sentence to see what he wanted. What did he want, again? Oh, yeah.

"Hey, ladies," he said casually. His voice squeaked, but other than that, so far so good.

"Hi, Max," Roxanne said to him with a smile. He smiled back, but then he had to look away; watching her smile was like staring into the sun. Too long, and he might burn out a cornea or something. He turned to his ears; kids splashing, an adult berating their kid, footsteps. When he opened his eyes again, he pointed them down, and saw a shadow on the ground. She was still there? Why?

Then she cleared her throat. She knew he had something to say, and was waiting. No time to look up and put on a brave front, or anything like that. The time had come.

"So I've been thinking..." He had to swallow to be able to continue speaking, but in that time a scheme formed; he didn't have to be totally direct. "It's weird we haven't seen each other all Summer, right? It's a small town. We should... hang out sometime."

Okay, so the "small town" part was a little off, but the rest had sounded good. He steeled himself for impact.

"Really?"

"Sure."

"Hmm... okay, I guess. Where'd you have in mind?"

Something wasn't right. This was going too well, nothing ever went this well for him - not being a Goof, it didn't. But there was no point agonizing over it before the other shoe dropped. "Movies? I'll spring."

"Movies... I like that. There's this Eighties film revival going on right now at the Superplex, and I've been dying to go but I just don't have time with all my extracurriculurs."

Extracurriculars? SUMMER extracurriculars? Now he knew what was wrong. Opening his eyes wider and dragging them slowly upward, he realized Roxanne had completely disappeared. Which meant...

"I, uh-"

"I'll be at your house at four," Stacey said, grinning at him; the sun glinted off her braces. "We'll bike; it beats asking parentals for a ride there, doesn't it? Tres awkward."

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, it, uh-"

"Later, Max."

And she was sauntering away, shooting a coy look over her shoulder. Roxanne was just coming out of the locker room in shorts and a white tee; Stacey hadn't bothered changing out of her sarong and tank top, because she was too engrossed in a book the size of Texas to bother swimming. To make him feel even more bewildered, Roxanne waved at him again before they left the pool.

What, precisely, had just happened?

"So, buddy," PJ snickered as he reappeared by his shoulder. "Are you and Roxanne engaged now, or just going steady?"

Max considered - for the span of almost an entire second - confessing. Then he decided it was easier just to tell PJ to shut up.

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Three thirty-five. Twenty-five more minutes until the worst evening of his life began.

Max had made up an excuse involving stomach flu to get away from the pool and go home to prepare for whatever was going to happen. In his mind, he pictured Stacey doing the same to Roxanne - or would she have told her the real reason? Max had the humiliation of somehow asking the wrong person out to hide from his friends, but for Stacey this was just a simple date. It was entirely possible Roxanne now knew he was going out with Stacey, and his chances were forever ruined.

He stood up from the couch again and began pacing. There had to be a way out of this - there HAD to! But he knew if he just said "Sorry, I didn't mean to ask you out," Stacey would be devastated. Well, maybe not DEVASTATED, but at least hurt. It was too mean. Somehow, he had to get out of the date without letting her know he didn't want to go out with her.

"Maxie?"

And here was the last thing he needed. He sighed. "What is it, Dad?"

"Just goin' out to the grocery store to pick up some... well, groceries." The gangly man added a "hyuk" for good measure, grinning from ear to ear. "Wanna come along? I know I always ferget somethin' you want."

This was it - he could go to the grocery store! Saved! But then nobody would be here to explain to Stacey why he stood her up, and it was an incredibly lame excuse anyway. "No, that's okay, Pop... as long as you get my Fruity Flakes."

"Fruity Flakes - darn, knew there was somethin'." He whipped out a foot-long reel of paper and jotted the name down at the bottom with a pencil. When he went to put them both back in his pocket, he somehow ripped a hole in it, and pencil, paper and car keys fell through his shorts leg and onto the floor. "Whoops! Just don't make fabric like they used ta."

"Yeah, fabric." He watched, bored but mildly amused, as his father switched everything to the other pocket, then moved the wallet in that pocket to a back pocket, which had a button he couldn't get to open. A few minutes later, he finally said, "You need a purse?"

"Aww, shucks, quit funnin'," he laughed. "Just tuck this up here, then." Luckily, he was wearing a pocket tee, which is where he deposited his wallet. "See ya soon, son."

"Right. Oh, wait - I'm thinking about going to the movies, so I might not be back for a couple hours."

His dad lifted his eyebrows as he opened the front door. "Really? I could give you a ride in on my way if you want."

"No, it's the other theater," he said quickly. "Wrong way for you. I'll take my bike."

"Suit yourself. Enjoy!"

And then he was alone again to worry over the date. Did he have money? He pulled out his own wallet and checked - yeah, he had just enough for two tickets and maybe a tub of popcorn, if the overinflated prices at the snack stand hadn't been jacked up again. None of that could make him look forward to the date.

All too soon, there was a knock at the door. What else could he do at this point? He walked over and opened it - and blinked.

Stacey most definitely looked nice. Her outfit wasn't needlessly complicated or dressy, but for lack of a better word, it was more "girly" than her usual. A flowy white sundress with a black floral pattern at the bottom, simple chain necklace, and white strappy sandals. Even her hair looked like she'd taken some time with it. He wasn't sure he could get used to this after her usual "hippie" look.

"Uh, hi?" she laughed. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he laughed back.

"I clean up good, right?"

"Yeah. That is, no! I mean-"

"It's okay," she said, an unreleased laugh crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Everybody's a lot more accustomed to the bookworm version of Stacey. When I'm at school, I'm there to get an education, not put on a fashion show... but we're not going to school, are we?"

"No," he replied dumbly. It's not like he was madly in love with her all of a sudden just because of her outfit, but it was still a startling transformation. He was really underdressed. "And what happened to your glasses?"

She frowned at him playfully. "Contacts, dummy. They're good enough to watch a movie or some TV, but when I try reading with them in, my eyes start to itch. So you ready or what?"

"Yeah, sure," he said with a smile. Maybe he could actually look forward to this instead of dreading it; they were going to see a movie, not book a honeymoon suite. "Let me grab my bike, it's in the back yard."

To his relief, she waited in the front yard while he got it, which gave him time to stop and take a few deep breaths. He was head over heels for Roxanne, and that would never change. How could he let himself go out with anybody else? Then again, this was just the movies; it was supposed to mean something, but it didn't have to. He and this girl could just go out, watch a flick, and go home. Uncomplicated.

Or that was what he hoped.

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It took them about ten minutes by bicycle to reach the Superplex. As they chained them up outside, he could see big glossy posters for a thrilling action movie, a sappy romance, a comedy with Jim Carrey, and some hyper-cute children's movie with adorable little creatures. Then he spotted a simple white flyer on a corkboard with a list of movie titles.

"Yeah," Stacey said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she walked up to it. "These are the classics they're showing over their Summer Series. I thought they were showing 'Cocoon' today... but it looks like that was two days ago. Here we go - 'Excalibur'. Oh well, should be entertaining either way, right?"

Max had never heard of either one, but from the name, 'Excalibur' sounded like it might have some decent swordfights. "Fine with me. Shall we?"

"We shall," she giggled, following him to the box office window. "Two for 'Excalibur,' please."

"Hey there, Stace," said the frumpy woman with a wide grin. "Sandy's not working today, you know that."

"Can't a girl see a movie without her aunt being the usher?" she replied breezily, and the woman laughed. "Cora, this is Max."

"Hi, Max," she said suggestively; he became aware again that he was out with a girl, and he waved sheepishly. "You have two bucks, Max?"

"Two bucks?" he asked nervously as he took out his wallet. "But... I thought it'd be more."

She winked at him as she pulled the tickets out of the machine. "Not for family and friends of employees. Well, it's supposed to be just family, but eh, it's a slow day and the manager's not in."

Maybe there were some fringe benefits to hanging out with Stacey.

They paid and went in, and Max bought a tub of popcorn and a soda (now that he had a lot more money to spend). Stacey bought a box of candy, as well. Their movie was literally empty; it seemed like everybody else thought it was too gorgeous a day to spend inside, especially to see a motion picture from the previous decade. Though he headed for the front seats, Stacey didn't follow.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's sit back here," she said, her pleasant smile illuminated by an advertisement for the snack stand they'd already visited. "The handicapped seats are wider and more comfortable."

He snorted and walked back toward her. "Shouldn't we leave those for the handicapped?"

"We'll move as soon as they show up," she whispered as the lights lowered. "IF they show up. Now come on, it's starting!"

Max continued to situate himself as they switched from the placeholder slideshow of local ads to the reel with the movie. The seats really were more comfortable. He'd never sat in them because he was usually watching a more popular film and there were other people there - and he usually sat a lot closer. Turns out he really couldn't see the screen that much better in the first row, and being with Stacey in the back was easier on his neck.

A soft drink ad was still playing when Stacey asked, "So what exactly are we doing here?"

"Huh?"

"Well, Max, I don't mean to look a gift Goof in the mouth, but it's a rather sudden proposition: 'let's hang out more'. Color me curious."

Sweat began to break out on his forehead as he took a quick drink of his lemon-lime concoction to give himself a moment. "Uhh, I, uh, don't get it. You don't wanna see this movie?"

"Sure I do," she replied. When he stole a glance at her, he saw her purse and the box of candy were just sitting on the chair next to her; her full attention was on him. "But it's kind of left-field, isn't it?"

"Well," he said with a shrug. Then he realized that wasn't a real response, so he continued, "Well, what I said before. We've always gone to school together, but I don't think we've ever hung out."

"Yeah, we have." Her arms crossed. "Or were your memories of elementary school wiped recently?"

"That doesn't count, we were kids. I mean, it's..." How could he put it so it sounded like a viable reason he'd ask her out? "Well, we've barely said two words to each other all the way through junior high, right? That seems stupid."

She sighed, the anger that had flared up quickly disappating. "Cliques do that to people. I mean, I knew Bobby a lot better than you did back then, but now it's like we're from different galaxies. Growing up is weird."

"I know."

They sat in silence, gazing at the screen for a minute or two. The movie was starting. Max tried to pay attention to what was happening - something about Uthers and a Cornwall, lots of British people on horses - but he was too distracted by the total oddness of being alone with someone he barely talked to. A few minutes later the door opened, and the woman who'd sold them the tickets popped her head in.

"I'm heading outside for a smoke," she whispered. "But I thought I'd check in on you... uhh..."

"What's wrong?" Stacey hissed.

The woman looked very uncomfortable now, frowning as she fidgeted with her purse. "Sorry, kids, but I forgot to mention this picture is rated R. I know, I know, but it's supposed to be my job to keep kids out of these kinds of movies. Normally, anyway. Are you two gonna be okay?"

"Cora," she laughed, "I've seen, like, a hundred R-rated movies. With Aunt Sandy. And you, too, several times."

She sighed, smiling. "I know. Just, uh... turn your heads during the blood and gore parts, I guess. Alright, I won't bother you two again - enjoy!"

And then she ducked out, and they both laughed. "Sorry about that," Stacey told him. "She means well."

"No, I get it - we're supposed to be accompanied by an old person or whatever. It's cool she didn't throw us out." He scratched his head, watching the girl who was prancing around while everybody else pounded on the table. What the heck? "Actually, I've never seen an R-rated movie in a theater before, just on TV and video."

"Really?" Her eyebrow went up as she put a finger to her chin. "Hmm..."

"Great, now you think I'm some kind of overgrown toddler."

"No, no," she said airily, focusing on the screen again. "Not at all."
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They both went back to watching the warring factions trying to demolish each other on the silver screen. What had he gotten himself into? Suddenly everything was on its ear; he had been dreading going out with this girl and what a huge mistake it was, and now he didn't want her to think he was too babyish? Nutsoid.

"Okay, confession time. I've only seen a couple of R-rated movies myself."

That piqued his interest. "But I thought you said-"

"I stretched the truth. A little." He just caught the little shy smile on her face before she sighed and rid herself of it. "But trust me, I think I'd have been better off NOT seeing 'Schindler's List'; I kept covering my eyes the whole time."
<14>
Max snorted as he went back to watching the prancing lady comfort her child. It was crazy - he was almost enjoying himself. But he was supposed to be here with Roxanne! Roxanne and her beautiful waves of red hair. Roxanne and her sparkling eyes, her smooth skin. Roxanne and her-

"Oh!"

It was Stacey who had said it, but he couldn't blame her - he had let out a kind of noise between a sputter and a shout himself. Suddenly, in full view on screen, was one of the prancing girl's milky white breasts.

"Omigod," Stacey was whispering; he tore his eyes away from the strange sight just long enough to glance at her and found she'd slapped both hands over her eyes, though she was staring through splayed fingers. "Wow!"

At that, he looked back again and found the man - was this Cornwall or Uther? Either way, his mouth was all over her nipple, causing the woman to write, her jaw hanging open.

This was PORN. Or maybe it wasn't, but it was so close that Max cleared his throat and tugged at his collar uncomfortably. How could they be sitting there watching this together? Privately, he thought it would have been wiser for Cora to have removed them when she had the chance.

"I'm sorry, Max," Stacey was saying, though he scarcely heard her. "This wasn't... I didn't mean for this to... geez."

"Yeah," he managed to squeak out. "But... look, there's a dying guy. Maybe it's-" But he got no further, because it had flashed back to the couple, and they were REALLY going at it now. He'd never seen anything like this, ever! And they were in a public movie theater, with popcorn and candy, not the basement of some sleazy video rental hut on the wrong side of town!

The temperature in the room was rising. The more he saw the nude woman being ravaged by the knight, the more he felt it - the sensation he usually ignored in the mornings until it went away. Ukraine, or whatever her name was - she had red hair, like Roxanne. It was difficult for him not to put his mind in that way, to see himself as the knight, and Roxanne...

Roxanne's toga-like white dress was on the floor, discarded. Roxanne's lips stretched wide as she gasped for air. Roxanne's soft, supple chest jiggled every time he thrusted. Roxanne's thin fingers clawed at the air as they moved faster, and faster...

Then everything tingled a lot more. He looked down to see Stacey's hand was on his leg. What was she doing?! But when he jerked his gaze up, he saw her eyes had never left the screen, though her other hand was now covering her mouth instead. It was probably a reflex, but he still had to clear his throat.

"What?!" she snapped, rounding on him. "I didn't... what is it?"

"Your hand..."

"Oh..." They both looked at it. "Hmm, how'd that get there?"

"Stacey, this is kinda awkward," he whispered. "Can't you-"

"Sorry, I... I really didn't know I... wait..."

To his supreme horror, her hand drifted upward, and before he could so much as blink it was somewhere he knew it shouldn't go.

"MAX!"

"What?!" he hissed, tensed, hands gripping the armrests - but there was nowhere to go, really. Why did it have to feel so good? He squirmed, clenching his teeth as he growled, "Stacey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Her eyebrows knitted. "Me? What about YOU? This is- it's really hard, and it's only supposed to be like this if-"

"Quit touching it!"

All at once, her hand jerked back into her lap and she scooted as far away as she could from him, chest heaving. Max fixed his eyes determinedly on the screen when he realized he was actually WATCHING her chest with great interest; it was nice, and quite a bit fuller than the nude girl in the movie. When did Stacey get boobs? He'd never noticed them before - but he didn't want to be noticing them now. In the current scene, the lady was now nursing an infant, which only made him swallow with some difficulty. Where was it safe to look?

"Max, you're... aroused!"

"I'm a-what?!"

"Turned on!" she hissed conspiratorially. "From this movie?"

"NO!" he protested automatically. But she was right: every time he moved slightly, he could feel it pressing into the inside of his shorts. "I'm... Stacey, I've never watched... never SEEN..."

"Okay," she said softly. "Because... it was the movie, right? It's not from m-me touching your leg or anything, right?"

"No, no," he assured her hastily. "I... well, that probably made it worse, but- hey, we shouldn't be talking about stuff like this!"

An impatient tutting noise came out of her mouth. "Real gentlemanly, Max, turn it around on me! Because I'm the one with the morning wood in the afternoon!"

When he made himself look over at her again, he noticed she was watching his crotch like a hawk; he had to admit, it was kind of tented in the middle. Frowning, he grabbed the tub of popcorn and shoved it into his lap, and she cleared her throat and went back to looking at the armor-clad men swordfighting.

"I didn't mean to stare," she said, which he figured was what she passed off as an apology.

"What do I do?" he lamented. "I- I can honestly say I've never had this happen to me before!"

She kept watching the movie, but gasped, "What?! You mean it's never been like this, ever?!"

"In the morning, sure... but not when I'm around town with friends or anything! This is humiliating!"

"Don't look at me," she whispered. "I'm anatomically ill-prepared to give you any advice on the subject!" Her breath was more shallow than it had been before all this started, and he saw her fidgeting with the hem of her not-so-long dress in the corner of his vision; the fact that he could see her shapely legs from mid-thigh to ankle wasn't going to help matters. "Just... do whatever you do in the morning to make it go away."

Unfortunately, he did have something he did to make it go away, but he was pretty sure the theater staff would frown on it. "Uhh... usually if I ignore it, it'll go away after a while."

"Good, do that." She reached over and grabbed a fistful of popcorn - he suspected to use as a distraction. Once she had crammed it in her mouth, she gagged slightly and squeaked out, "Can I... drink?"

"Sure," he said, handing her the beverage - but her fingers brushed his in the exchange, and they looked at each other.

Stacey wasn't ugly. Racked with guilt over it as he was now, he'd always inadvertently thought of her as "Roxanne's ugly friend", but he'd known it wasn't really true - she just didn't look like much when standing next to a goddess. The absence of glasses helped; he could actually see her cute, pleasant face without them. And the high amount of redness in her cheeks only added to the cute factor.

As he watched, she wrapped her lips around the straw and drew in a mouthful of carbonated refreshment - and for some reason, maybe because he'd just seen what the knight had done with his lips, he moaned. Just a tiny one, barely enough to be heard, but enough.

This was yet another shy smile he saw from her today, and it sent chills down his spine.

At the same time, they whipped around, dead set on watching this movie, now. Stomach churning, Max set his popcorn on the arm of his chair and slid down in his seat an inch or two. There was no way he could be sitting in a movie theater, rock-hard, with a girl who was fully aware of his condition sitting less than a foot away! And they had come within a hair's breadth of holding hands! It was like a set-up for a bad joke!

Thin, delicate fingers were stroking him through the fabric of his shorts. He found his breaths becoming ragged; it felt good not just there, but all over. After a few blissful seconds, he breathed, "Wha...? Stacey, what are you doing?"

"I was... reaching for the popcorn," she said in a small, ashamed voice. "But... I found something else."

"Stacey, y-you can't... this is wrong..."

"I know it is."

He couldn't look at her; he couldn't even look at what her hand was doing. The movie filled his field of vision, and he wasn't even seeing it anymore. Every hardened inch throbbed when she touched him, loved it. There was nothing he could make himself do when he felt and heard his zipper being undone. Her fingertips searched through the folds of his underwear, straining to reach what they most wanted...

They struck gold.

"You have to stop," he whispered frantically. "This is so bad, we can't do this! Not here!"

"It's so warm," she moaned - and that's exactly what it was, a moan. Only now did he force himself to look at her for a brief moment, and the flushed cheeks and beads of sweat on her forehead told him a lot - in fact, he could even see two proud points poking up from her bra area. IF she was wearing a bra at all.

"Stacey..."

"Warm and... and hard, yet soft," she continued, her other set of fingernails digging into her own knee as if to stabilize herself. "Max..."

"Stop it!"

But it was too late - she had him out in the open air, now, fingers tracing their way all over its surface. His head pushed back into the seat, biting his lip as he tried not to let himself slip into the enjoyment of the sensations. She was staring at it without pretense now, licking her lips as her eyes grew wider and wider.

"Mmm... so hot..."

Somehow, even as he loved the feeling of her hand on his shaft, a part of his mind was getting angry that she wouldn't stop. Even if she was compelled to investigate, couldn't she see that he wasn't ready for this kind of thing? She'd exposed him for anyone who might walk in to find, compromised. He'd have to do something drastic - if not for revenge, then because he couldn't take just sitting there while she exploded his mind.

"Stacey, I didn't want to go out with you!"

Her hand froze in mid-stroke. Both of his eyes remained shut tight - he couldn't look at her. There was no way. Sure, she wouldn't leave him alone, but his last-ditch tactic was so underhanded that he didn't want to find out her reaction.

"I knew that."

Now his eyes did fly open as he gaped at her. "You... you did?!"

"Sure," she whispered, eyes downcast. He couldn't see anything but her hair, nose and cleavage - the last of which he tried to ignore. "Or... okay, I suspected. When I accepted your proposal you looked so shocked, and it... I knew there was a possibility it was because you'd accidentally asked the wrong person. Me instead of... Roxanne." She seemed to be waiting for him to confirm or deny, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. "I guess I kept hoping you were just surprised I agreed so easily."

"Aw, man," he sighed. "I don't know how all this happened, I-"

"I'm sorry, Max. I thought I was a good girl, that because I never did things like this that I never would, but... b-but it turns out I was just a slut masquerading as a saint."

Now he could see tears sliding down her cheeks, and he frowned. He'd never really had to deal with crying girls before, and knew nothing about it. But he couldn't stop from blurting, "You're sorry? You're sorry I pretty much lied to you?"

"You didn't," she sniffled. "You just weren't brutally honest from the get-go. Fine line."

Both of his hands were on her shoulders, and her hand finally dropped away from what it had been doing. "I'm the jerk, here. I mean... I did go out with you because I thought it might be fun, y'know? But I still should have said something way earlier."

"WHY does everybody like her better than me?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes, searching them for the answers. "Why, Max?"

"They don't," he said carefully. She smelled really good - was that something he should be noticing right now? "But I... well, they normally don't get to see you dressed up like this."

"Yeah," she sighed, her voice tight as her lip quivered; he could tell she was trying to pull herself back together, but it wasn't working that well. "I mean, deep down I know if I borrowed a few things from Roxanne's closet, I'd get more attention, you know? But then... most of the time, I don't WANT that kind of attention. At school, I mostly just want to do the school thing and get my education, ensure my future. Even hanging out with Roxanne comes second, and everything else is a distant third."

"That's the problem, though," Max said, subconsciously rubbing her shoulder. She was still crying, but her already-red cheeks were getting redder from how close they were. "None of the guys can see the hot chick Stacey if she's hiding under all those bookwormy hippie clothes." He then muttered, "I sure couldn't."

"You're right," she whispered, one of her hands touching his forearm. "Guess I always assumed any guy who liked me for who I am would see past it."

Max chuckled. "Hate to admit it, but guys aren't that complicated. You gotta give us something to jump at. Like this dress."

The corner of her mouth twitched up. "So I don't look stupid in typical girl clothes?"

"You clean up good."

And for some reason, when she was smiling up at him all bleary-eyed, he leaned in and kissed her. She twitched, shocked at the sudden action, and then gave in, kissing him back with so much passion he nearly broke off. To be honest, he'd been initially afraid the feeling of her braces would gross him out, but it didn't - there was really no braceless past experience for him to compare it to. One of his hands pressed into the small of her back, and one of hers was winding into his hair, holding his head there so he couldn't escape. He wanted more, wanted to feel all of her-
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They broke apart, panting heavily, gripping their respective armrests to regain their balance. Max watched more knights ride around on horseback, trying to scale castle walls. This was SO wrong. Even when they were all over each other and he was enjoying himself so much, he knew he still loved Roxanne. So why wasn't that enough to stop it?

"Max, we're horrible people!"

"Huh?"

"Why are we doing this?" she managed - and she picked up his cup and thrust it into her cleavage. Max stared, dumbfounded at this action, he finally decided she was trying to cool down. Not a bad idea, but they only had one drink between then. Why didn't they have the thermostat set lower on a day like this?

"I, uh-"

"You don't really like me," she babbled. There was a THUMP-THUMP as she kicked her sandals off, and he watched as she wiggled her toes, apparently hoping it would dispose of more unwanted heat. "We know that - and I'm not exactly ready to get your name tattooed across my back, either. So... what is this?"

"No, I... I don't know," he grunted, tugging at the collar of his shirt repeatedly to get some air flowing inside it. "It... was nice, though."

"Hell yeah it was."

They both gaped at each other, almost more surprised their enjoyment was shared than that it had happened to begin with. Then he saw her eyes move down to his lap, and it dawned on him that he'd never exactly put it away.

"Max, you... does it always get this big? Because that looks really ginormous."

A laugh kind of died in his throat. "I, uh, dunno. It's not like I go around whipping it out and asking people if I measure up or anyth-"

Then she was on him again, mouth shoved against his - before he noticed her move, she had crawled right onto his lap and grabbed him under the ears with both hands, making him kiss hot and deep. The warmth of her nether regions was grinding against the length of him, which she was sitting right on top of, her skirt hiding the lurid scene. He felt it pulsate, and felt her thighs twitch - and she broke off the kiss to gasp in his ear.

"Stacey," he said in a low, gravelly voice he didn't recognize; it sent a chill through both of them, and her hands pressed hard into his shoulders as she leaned into him. Then he was saying, "Stacey, my chest is cold."

"Oops," she whispered, drawing back and looking down at the drink that was still stuck there. The lid was cracked, but otherwise they hadn't destroyed it. "Guess we should... get rid of... ohh..."

He leaned in and took a drink, and for whatever reason this caused them to look at each other, ashamed of everything that was happening. Stacey half-giggled, half-whimpered; he swallowed. Unsure of what else to do, he reached up and took the drink out, setting it into the cup holster of the armrest - and found his eyes were automatically drawn to where it had rested a moment before. The fabric was a little stretched in the center, which gave him a view of the valley between her peaks, covered with beads of mingling sweat and condensation that were slowly tracing their way downward. He leaned in, tongue out, and lapped up some of it.

"Max," she mouthed as she sucked in a breath, fingertips digging into his shoulders, legs clenching together. He knew what he wanted to do with her legs, and the thought thrilled and terrified him, but he let himself concentrate on cleaning her cleavage, tasting how salty and delicious she was, feeling her flesh give under his tongue. As he moved to one side, pushing and pushing at her fabric with his face and moving further up her peak, she gasped sharply and drew back away from him. "Max, th-that- no, I can't, we shouldn't!"

"Huh? I... what did I do?"

"You came really close to..." Her face was beet red, and it was making it even harder to stay away; the more distressed and closer to losing control she was, the more he wanted her to, welcomed the idea. When both of his hands came to rest on her gently-curving hips, she said in a rush, "W-wait, maybe this is too much, maybe we should stop!"

"Why didn't you think about that before you jumped on top of me?"

Even to his own ears, that sounded sinister. But they both knew he had a point. "I'm sorry, okay? I was... I let my clitoris do the thinking for me, and I d-didn't stop to really examine the wisdom of my actions."

Max started to nod, then frowned. "Your what did the thinking?"

She blinked, then laughed nervously. The color of her face wasn't going back to normal anytime soon. "Uhh... yeah, I'm not sure I, um, can explain that one to you without dying of embarrassment."

"Seriously, tell me," he said, curious now - even though he was starting to feel as shy as she did. "Is that like... what the, uh, the hole is called?'

"No," she whispered. "It's... well, your manhood is somewhat adjacent right now, but I'm serious, I don't think I canNNNH, don't do that!"

He had tried to shift in his seat because his legs were starting to ache from her sitting on them, but it brought a new wave of pleasure as he felt himself sliding against what lay just behind her panties. "Sorry, Stacey, I- that was just- I swear, I'm not trying to do anything!"

"I'll show you what a clitoris is," she whispered directly into his ear, causing him to shiver and bite down on her neck; she spasmed, pushing her chest flush with his. "I... I'll show you, if you promise not to touch. Please, please don't touch me anymore, I can't handle it."

He tried to say, "No, that's okay," but only the last word came out.

She scooted back and to the side, her legs draping at the knee over the armrest, feet resting in his lap. He turned slightly to watch as she situated herself, literally panting like she had run for miles, eyes darting from side to side. Her hands were drawing the hem of her dress up, and he swallowed hard, mind racing - she was serious about this? Panties were in full view, now, black lace ones that seemed to sharply contrast the simple sunhine of the rest of her outfit. Something smelled offensive-yet-enticing from down there, and he was pretty sure he knew what it was even though he'd never smelled it before. Part of him wanted to look away, to preserve his innocense for a few more hours.

"So," she whispered, tracing along his erection with the tips of her toes; even a small thing like that was mind-blowing. "Are you ready to learn something?"

"Yuh," he somehow managed. Innocense be damned.

He'd been expecting her to point through the panties, but instead her thumbs started sliding them off. His hand raised automatically, wanting to touch, to take without reservation, but she'd asked him not to do anything like that so he put it down. When she got them to her knees she breathed, "Take my panties off, Max."

His heart hammered even harder against his chest, straining to get out. What was she doing to him?! Laughing from nerves, he slid them down and off her feet, holding them in both hands like a cherished piece of history. Smiling at her, he reached down and slipped them into his pocket.

"What?!" she gasped, startled. "Hey!"

"Mine, now."

Now she looked truly panicked. Max felt a wave of sympathy, but he shrugged it off; she probably had plenty of underwear. But he was surprised when instead of demanding for them back, she smiled uncertainly and asked, "Okay... so, are you still curious?"

Try as he might, he couldn't make himself talk again, so he just smiled back. It seemed to convey that he was, because her knees started easing apart. He saw it glistening in the low light from the movie. Licking his lips with anticipation, he leaned in...

"Welcome to my world."

It was beautiful. He didn't know what he'd been expecting to think when he saw it, but that was his first thought; it looked so soft and delicate, as if formed by a world-renowned artisan. There was a tiny patch of hair beginning to come up right above it, and when he breathed out it rustled slightly - and Stacey shivered. His hand drifted toward it, but she pushed one of her feet into his chest to back him off.

"This is the clitoris," she whispered, pointing to a tiny little ball that protruded above the rest of it. "Just so you know. And I said no touching, didn't I?"

"But I want to," he mumbled. Then he shook his head out. "Sorry, I- sorry. You did say that, I really don't know what I'm doing."
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"And I really don't know why I just showed you that," she said in clipped tones, suddenly very angry with herself. She spun in her seat to face the screen where two knights were dueling fiercely. "This is insane, Max, I- what are we doing? About to have an up close and personal encounter in a movie theater!"

"I know."

"And you don't even like me!" she whined, kicking at the seat in front of her. "OW, that hurt! I forgot I wasn't wearing shoes!"

"Here, let me see," he said, and she offered him her foot. He couldn't really tell in the low light where it hurt, so he just kissed it somewhere. "Better?"

"Yeah," she sighed. He turned it slightly and kissed the sole. Inspired, he started digging his fingertips into it, kneading and pressing, hoping he was doing this right; he'd never actually given a foot massage before. "Mmhh... that's nice..."

Taking that as a good sign, he continued, pressing just a little harder and kissing the tips of her toes as he did so. His eyes wandered to the rest of her body: her chest that rose and fall with every sigh of pleasure. Sweat was causing her dress to cling to her body, and he could easily see her nipples were still erect, sticking up nearly an inch from the rest of her mounds. He gazed at the elegant legs that connected what he was massaging to the rest of her - and at the point of connection, he could just see the plump, fullness of her ass - though nothing more from his vantage point.

She breathed his name as he slid on top of her and kissed her deeply. Every sound she made, every movement and sensation, made him want to do more, go further. Her arms slid up his back, clutching, drawing him in as they embraced. She was heaven.

And then she was pushing him away, gasping for air, choking out the word, "Stop."

"Why?"

"Because I feel what you're trying to do down there. And you're not going to."

"What?" Now that he concentrated, he could feel his hardness against her softness - and it was coating the outside. Her love juices. "Oh, I- oh. B-but it's a total coincidence, I- come on, you don't really think-"

"I think you'd better sit back down in your chair." Her words were thick with heat and passion, but he could see in her eyes that she really did mean what she said. "Please."

He did so. His body ached the moment hers wasn't near his, but he forced the ache away and took a few deep breaths. "There. Stacey, I wasn't trying to force... well, anything, at all. You know that, right?"

"I do," she said as she cleared her throat, smoothing out her dress as she sat up straight. "But things are moving... well, they're moving way too fast. Because they're moving at all - we're not even going out or anything! This is so beyond the bounds of acquaintences!"

"You're totally right. Except... it feels so good."

"I've had enough of this movie," she muttered, and he now saw that her arousal was scaling back just enough that a real fear of their actions was beginning to set in. "It's kind of a snore - and a historically-inaccurate snore, at that. Sorry about cutting our date short, but I... I think I'll go home. Yeah."

"Wait!" he whispered, panicked himself now. "What do I do about this?!"

She blinked, then looked down and focused on what was sticking straight out of his fly. "Ohh... yeah, I dunno what you're going to do about that conundrum, but I can't really help you."

"It's not going away, Stacey. There has to be... you've gotta do something, I can't go home like this!"

She pinched her chin between thumb and forefinger, contemplating. "Well... oh, but that was so long ago, can I really...? Hmm."

"What?"

She leaned quite far over in her seat, trying to see the door and make sure it was really closed. "Okay. Let me be up front and tell you I've never really done this before - not on a live test subject."

"Live test sub- what the hell?!" He swallowed hard. "This isn't some crazy science experiment kind of thing, is it?"

"Very little to do with science," she snickered. "But it was experimental. Let's just say I may have a method that can solve our problem. Are you up for it?"

"Sure."

"And you promise not to complain if I do it wrong, since I warned you beforehand that I'm a greenhorn?"

He placed a hand over his heart. "I promise. Please, just try whatever it is - I can't go out with this thing at attention for everyone to see."

"Okay. You've been warned."

Again, her hand reached out and delicately grasped him, stroking up and down. It was amazing - he let his head loll back and his legs go slack, soaking in her every move. Then, he felt something wet against him - were they really going to do it?! But it felt different - enough so that he opened his eyes and gasped, "Stacey!"

"Hmmhh," she managed; it was difficult for her to talk with his dick in her mouth. She was really doing it, she was giving him a blow job! It's the kind of thing you heard in whispers in the locker room, the other guys claiming proudly that they'd been the recipient of such a thing. But when push came to shove, nobody knew exactly how it worked or felt. Max was pretty sure Stacey's "experimenting" had yielded positive results.

What seemed like one or two minutes later, he knew the end was coming. That fast?! The few times he had woken up in this condition and had "taken care of it", it had taken a lot longer than that! On the other hand, they had been working on it one way or the other for about half an hour now, so it was only natural he would be so close to release. Now that he knew it was about to happen, he tried to warn her what was coming. "Stace- St-stacey..."

"Mmmh," she breathed obscenely through her nose. She was enjoying this. As much as he was? Impossible - he was getting all the benefits while she did all the work. But the way her fingers pressed delicately into the taut muscle behind his balls told him that she was at least sharing in his bliss, if not from performing the act itself. He didn't even know the muscle there felt so good! Now her tongue was in play, too, sliding up one side and down the other as she continued to suction hard, head moving up and down, moaning and panting through her nose. Max rested a hand on the back of her neck, resisting the temptation to force her head as far down as he could push it. This, feeling her with his hands while viewing the holy sight of her lips wrapped taut around the base of his shaft, caused everything to feel hotter and more intense at an exponential rate. Seconds were left, if that.

"Stacey, I- I'm gonna- I'm-"

"Mm-hmm!" she gasped, nodding - and that motion inadvertently did the trick. "HNNNMMHH!!"

"UNNNHHH!!!"

It was all coming out, gallons of the stuff, everything that she had built up by touching him, teasing him... and all of it going down Stacey's throat. When the climax began to subside, he looked down and saw that her eyes were wide as saucers as her throat worked furiously, trying to take everything he had and force it down. Her face was red and shining with sweat, and he could see the tracks that tears had left on her cheeks. She quivered, shook, and then released him from her and took a huge gasp of air - and his cock, not quite finished, spat once more into her eye. A moment later she sat back, coughing.

"Are... you okay?" he panted.

"Nng," she said in a strangled groan, her hand at her mouth, the other one on her stomach. "Oh God... I think... I think it's going to come up..."

"No, Stacey, you- here, take a drink, maybe-"
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But she was up and racing down the aisle and out the door, leaving Max alone in the darkened theater. He watched numbly as a number of peasants milled around in a wooded village while knights in shining armor pranced around on their horses. He was no knight in shining armor, that's for sure - he'd never, ever forget seeing Stacey with her hand over her mouth, trying not to throw up, a splotch of his juices running down from her closed eye. Even if she wouldn't feel humiliated, he would feel humiliated enough for her. He was no longer sure if he could live with what they - he - had done.

It had been so good... and so very, very bad.

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To Be Continued
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