Maxine's heart was racing as Mrs. Penderson called out the last two project pairs. Assigning them randomly had been Maxine's idea, a harebrained scheme to ensure that Landon wouldn't be able to pair up with some 3rd-stringer or overachieving cheerleader and mooch off their work.
Finally, he would be exposed as a fraud.
Finally, she could have proof that he was a dumbass, and a liar, and that he wasn't as perfect as he seemed to be according to everyone but his ex girlfriend Emily.
Finally, she could have a reason to stop her mind from drifting to him while she rubbed herself raw at night, biting down on her old stuffed rabbit to stifle the sounds she couldn't help making.
Mrs. Penderson had told Maxine that Landon's name would be announced last, just to be sure.
She was on the second-to-last pair of names.
"Jandeep Singh," the teacher said slowly, her gaze focusing in on each student as she said their name, "and Hannah Brown."
Jandeep and Hannah of them locked eyes across the room. Neither looked happy with their partner, but they didn't look that upset either.
Maxine turned her own gaze back to the front of the class. Mrs. Penderson was staring at her with the look of an adult who thought they were being helpful, but were in fact doing the worst possible thing.
"Maxine Petrovich," the teacher said, her eyes moving from Maxine and across the room with the slow, inexorable grinding of a glacier flowing down a mountainside.
Shit, Maxine thought, panic settling in, shitshitshitshitshitsh-
"...and Landon Klein."
God dammit, Maxine thought, fuming in the back of the class, I'm so stupid. So goddamn stupid. I played myself. This is so fu-
"-cking good," Maxine moaned, as Landon ground against her and kissed her neck, his hands roving across her back, impossibly finding and massaging out knots she didn't even know she had.
Two weeks.
Oh no, not two weeks to kiss him. That had taken approximately four hours, their first project session at the library derailed by excitedly gushing over their favorite books and movies, and the latest chapters of a manga that Maxine finally had someone to talk about with. Unexpectedly, what had made her (!) kiss him (!) was Landon quietly admitting his love of sketching candid portraits, a hobby Maxine wanted to giggle at until he showed her his notebook, several pages of which depicted Maxine sitting at her desk, every wisp of curly hair and curve of her face captured with the care of a sculptor depicting Venus.
So, it had taken four hours for a kiss and two weeks for him to get in her pants.
Their first time was...okay. Great, by first-time standards. Landon had, as he explained later, expected her to lay still on the bed, demanding that he do all the work. That was, after all, what Emily had done.
Instead, she had thrown him back-first onto the bed, yanked his pants and underwear off, put on the condom in record time, and straddled him to break her virginity upon his cock with an intensity he had called "terrifying." He came in under a minute, and had fingered her to completion afterwards.
They had fucked twenty...seven?...times in the three months since. Each better than the last.
Landon was, despite Maxine's earlier assumptions, an incredibly fast learner.
"Right--oh fuck--right there," she groaned as his fingers kneaded along her spine, pulling outwards across the skin right where her bra strap sat, "that just...you should do that again after," she groaned, "it's...damn..."
Landon liked to joke that Maxine talked more in a minute of sex than she did in a week at school, and, infuriatingly, he liked to make that joke in particular during the times Maxine had a throat full of his cock, his hands holding her down just the way she liked him to.
Landon's hands suddenly yanked upwards, and Maxine was snapped back to the present, raising her arms to allow him to pull her shirt and bra up over her head. She giggled at the realization that he had finally managed to unclasp her bra without her realizing.
This was one of her favorite parts.
"Mmph," Landon moaned as he dove back to Maxine's chest, his lips closing around one pink nipple and sucking on it, "mmmph..."
He mumbled something that sounded like "so fucking perfect" without releasing her breast, the sound of his voice making a pleasant vibration, and Maxine threw back her head in pleasure.
"Good boy," she moaned down to him, "you know just what I like."
The two of them were in Maxine's bedroom, with her seated on the surface of her wooden, sticker-coated desk, and him leaned against it between her legs. He wore sweatpants so loose that Maxine could feel the shape of the head of his cock as it rubbed across her thigh, and she wore a skirt that had already been scandalously short by the time she stopped wearing it at the start of 5th grade, and no panties.
She liked to tease Landon, to see if she could get him to jump her. Tonight, it had worked.
"I-" he said, finally pulling his lips free from her nipple and rising up to kiss her lips instead, "love you."
She froze.
"What?" He asked.
"It almost sounded like you meant it that time," she said, giggling.
"Well I do," he said kissing her again.
She pushed playfully on his chest. "No," she said, his grin so wide that she couldn't help but return it, "prove it."
"I..." he said, and leaned in and kissed her. "...love..." Another kiss, slightly longer. "...you."
The last word he practically moaned out, finishing by kissing her deeply, his tongue darting out and being met by her own, and they stayed like that until they both had to come up for air.
"Hmm," Maxine mused, her face burning as she leaned back, supporting herself on her palms as she looked Landon up and down, "not good enough."
"Come on, Max," he groaned, "what can I do to prove it?"
She grinned.
"You know," she said, biting her lower lip and flicking her eyes downwards.
"Do I?" He responded, the top of his head lowering ever so slightly.
"Yes, you do," she chuckled, reaching out and pushing down on the top of his head, "prove that you love me."
"I don't know," he said, his eyes twinkling, "I think you should explain it again."
"Okay loverboy, fine," Maxine groaned, "get on your knees, and lick my pussy."
"Lick your pussy...what?" He said, letting her push him lower.
She rolled her eyes. "Lick my pussy please," she said, making sure to emphasize the last word.
"And if I do?" He asked, slowly sinking down.
"Then, I'll...uh..." she felt herself shuddering with need. He was on his knees now. He was so close. "...anything you want. Just fucking eat me out Landon, I need it so bad."
"Deal," he said, his breath washing over her bare thighs and making the thin ring of fabric that could only technically be called a skirt flutter.
She didn't have time to add conditions, because a moment later he was lapping at her like a starving man, and she was screaming his name and seeing stars.
It was probably a good thing that Maxine's parents were out of town. An even better thing that she had bribed her brother with some cash to go see a horror movie with his friends, and then to go to see the latest raunchy sex comedy as well, just to be sure.
It was even probably helpful that it was a cold day for this time of year, and every window in the house was closed, because Maxine screamed like a Banshee when Landon ate her out.
"Ohhhh fuck," she keened, struggling to keep her legs spread and her feet planted on the surface of her desk, despite her frantic shaking and involuntary kicks. "Oh fuck yes. God yes. Oh don't--mmmmph--don't stop. Right...oh right there. Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes yyesyesFUCK! Oh I love you, I love you so mu-ah-au-SHIT."
Her hands clawed at the corkboard on the wall behind her, tearing out chunks as she searched for a grip on planet earth.
"Oh..." she said, her chest tight, "oh I'm...I'm coming...don't stop....ah...ah....oHGOD YES DON'T STOP!"
She clenched her thighs together in the throes of pleasure, but Landon refused to be pushed away, his arms wrenching her legs back apart to allow him to keep licking her. He didn't stop until she was begging for him to fuck her instead.
"Fuck me," she gasped out, "oh Landon, fuck me please."
He stood up and positioned himself between her legs, one hand reaching to the wall to steady himself, the other gripping his cock to guide himself inside.
Out of habit, Maxine scooted herself forward, hanging her pussy past the edge of the desk to make fucking her easier.
She felt the head of Landon's cock rubbing along her pussy, and shuddered in pleasure, but an alarm bell tingled in the back of her mind. Something felt...different.
"Wait," she said, still trying to catch her breath, "you forgot the condom."
Landon froze. "I...uh...um..."
Like a bucket of cold water had been poured on her, Maxine suddenly regained clarity.
"Landon," she said firmly, "you already asked and I said no. You're not fucking me raw. I can't get pregnant."
He was staring down at where their genitals met, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of his raw cock about to enter her.
"Landon," she repeated, reaching out and snapping in front of his face, "no."
He blinked and looked up at her. "Sorry," he muttered, "you said you would do anything I wanted if-"
"-if you ate me out? Something you do every time?" She couldn't decide if she should be annoyed or amused. "Thank you for that, by the way. It was incredible, as always."
She pushed herself into a lean forward, enough to peck Landon on the lips before she fell back against the bedroom wall. She tried to hold in a moan as her labia slid across the head of Landon's cock, the sensation so perfect without latex beteeen them.
"I...what if-" he stammered, "what if just the tip?"
"You think I'm dumb enough," she said, looking down at where his cock stood poised and throbbing, ready to enter her properly, "to fall for the oldest trick in the book?"
She struggled to banish the words "perfect" and "properly" from her brain as he mouthed silently.
"I think," he whispered, "that you're horny enough that you won't stop me."
He instantly froze, and Maxine looked up to stare right at his face. He had an expression giving away the sort of shocked horror that fills you when you accidently repeat an intrusive thought out loud.
"Oh I'm the horny one who can't control myself," she said, trying to make her shaky voice sound amused, "I'm the one who can't control my fucking instincts?"
He was still too stunned at his own admission to reply.
"Aright then, Landon, let's see your self control," she said, suddenly aware that she was shouting in a quickly-rising pitch, "let's see if you can hold yourself to 'just the tip.' Clearly, my pussy is so magical that I doubt you won't last ten seconds without trying to--oh fuuuuck yes."
He had slipped the head of his cock inside of her at her insistence, and immediately broken his promise and pushed himself in to the base, burying his raw cock completely inside of her pussy.
It felt like nothing she had ever dreamed of. Using a condom didn't even compare. Every ridge of him, every vein, all his pulsing heat filled her, made her pussy clench and throb in triumph, as though it would refuse to let Landon's cock escape its embrace ever again.
"Oh," she squeaked, her voice small, "um...wow. Oh, okay. You can, um, pull out now."
He groaned, but began extracting himself, slowly, torturing her with each retreating fraction of an inch that left her hollow in his wake.
"Do..." he said, his voice low and husky, "do you like how it feels?"
"Well, I, uh..." Maxine mumbled, trying not to look at his slowly-reappearing cock, its bare skin slick with proof of her arousal, "yes, but we can't...um...even if it feels way better...we can't...waitwaitwait!"
But he was already sliding back in, moaning her name and pushing his cock as deep as it would go. She reached up and bit her thumb, but couldn't stop herself from moaning in response. He even felt deeper without the condom.
"You...you have to..." she whimpered as he slid out again, almost entirely, tantalizingly close to giving them an excuse to stop this. "You have to pull ou-ohhhh God."
Instead of pulling out, he thrust back in, powerfully, rolling his hips up into her in just the way she wanted him to. The way she often begged him to, since the first time he has done it.
"God, Maxine," he moaned, pulling back and stroking into her again, "you feel so good like this."
She shuddered. He never used her full name when they fucked, unless it felt so good that, as he put it, his "brain turned to fuzz and the Beast took over."
She had laughed at that once, when he used it how to describe the flow state he felt on the field when everything clicked right.
Now, it scared her.
And really turned her on.
"Is--oh you're being so rough-" she gasped at him as he fucked her in earnest, "-is the Beast in control?"
He groaned back, his arms locking under her legs and lifting them, folding them as he pulled her further off the desk.
She yelped, and repeated her question.
"Landon?" She asked, trying to ignore her body going alight in pleasure and every nerve in her body urging her to wrap her legs around him, to keep him inside her until-
"Landon? Loverboy? You're gonna pull out right? You're not trying to, uh..." her head was spinning, going numb as she searched for the word. "You're not trying to breed me, are you?"
His cock throbbed at the word "breed" and somewhere her pleasure-numbed mind was furious at the mistake of using that word.
"Breed," he hissed out with each breath, each thrust, "breed."
She pushed at his chest, and tried to get him off of her. God knows she did. Did she?
But her body was shaking, her biology demanding what logic was terrified by. She shook, and shuddered, and whined as she came, and in the fire of it she heard his breathing growing uneven, labored.
"L-Landon," she choked out, her body folded up and held in place on the edge of the desk as he pounded her, "you have to p-"
He slammed deep.
And she felt him come.
Fuck, did she feel him come.
With nothing between his cock and her pussy, she felt his length throb, and then warmth spilled out into her depths where the head of his cock was nestled. He began humping and grinding, using small and short thrusts as though he were using her clenching pussy to keep jerking himself off into her.
She felt his cum dragged through her pussy, spreading and seeping into her like poison.
By the third spurt, she gave up caring, forced her legs out of his grip, and wrapped them around him. She dug her fingers into his back, cried out his name, begged him to put a baby in her, and held on for dear life as he begin furiously fucking her to extend his own orgasm.
At some point, his strength gave out, and he collapsed into her arms, simultaneously apologizing, proclaiming he had bred her, and saying how much he loved her.
"It was pretty great though, right?"
Maxine looked over at Landon, a sleepy grin on his face. They were laying in her bed, and hadn't bothered to get dressed after she had insisted on a shower to try and clean herself off--and out--as much as possible.
"I mean, yeah," she giggled, "it's kinda...the point of sex?"
"Yeah," he breathed back, looking proud of himself before his expression changed to a sheepish frown, "sorry Max, I got carried away. You know, the Beast-"
"Yeah, yeah," Maxine replied, "the Beast took over and all that."
He gave a hopeful grin.
"Bullshit."
His grin turned into a frown.
"That," she said, rolling over to pull him into a kiss, "was all you. And yes, I liked it, buuuut..."
"Buuuut?" He echoed, his grin growing.
"But we can't do it again." She rolled back, staring at her ceiling, remembering all the times she had laid in this exact spot and fingered herself dreaming of him doing exactly what he had just done.
"...okay," he finally admitted, "I agree. Never again. You're not...mad, are you? I didn't listen to you when you said not to do it."
She thought for a second. "I did say no, so...but also I kinda encouraged you? I also wanted it. Just this once. I don't know."
She turned her head to look at him.
"The next time I say no, and you don't listen, I'm punching you in the fucking balls."
Pain flashed across his face. "Yeah, okay," he groaned, "fair."
"What are we doing about, you know, this time?" She asked, suddenly nervous. "I don't think its the riskiest time of the month, but I don't want to take any chances."
"Plan B is, like, four bucks at Costco," Landon said, with the suspicious confidence of someone who had looked it up in advance.
Maxine gave him a look that voiced her suspicions.
"What?" He asked incredulously, "I've got a birthday coming up, and I figured if I asked really nicely, and made you come a few times in advance..."
She put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"Keep on raising that bid, loverboy," she purred, "you keep talking, by the time your birthday rolls around, you may have just promised a lifetime of eating me out in exchange for me saying yes to getting filled up again."
Something moved out of the corner of her eye.
She looked down Landon's body, and saw his cock twitch again, growing more erect by the second.
"Four bucks, huh?" She grinned.
He nodded, his eyes going wide, her finger still on his lips.
"Ahh, what the hell," she said, rolling her eyes and getting onto her hands and knees, before lifting one leg, and carefully maneuvering it to land knee-first on the other side of him, straddling his hips, "twice in one night is basically like once, anyways."
Five years later...
"Graduation, huh? Time to fuckin par-tay."
Maxine grinned as Jandeep and Hannah reached out to clink their glasses against hers from across the table, the three of them crammed into a booth in The Lucky Foot, a brewpub next to Redwarren State's stadium. It wasn't the most exciting of the college's six bars, but it also wasn't the loudest either.
"Yeah," Maxine said with a grin, "grad school is next."
"Don't think about that," Hannah chimed in, "think about, I don't know, the wedding."
"Oh my God, Hannah," Maxine said back with a grimace, "I'm trying to relax, not trying to have a panic attack and make Landon drive us to the nearest courthouse."
"You are NOT," Hannah said emphatically, slapping her hand on the table, "going to have a courthouse wedding. I expressly prohibit it." And then she put both hands on her glass and took a deep drink, as though the issue was settled.
"What are we talking about?" Landon asked, sliding into the booth, putting a couple of cups of water in front of himself and Maxine.
"How we plan to celebrate graduation," Max replied with a curt smile.
Landon looked between Maxine and their friends, panic growing in his face.
"I, uh...well, the plan was-" he started, only for Jandeep to accidentally save him.
"Sounds like Max wanted to change the plan," Jandeep said, soothing the tension with different tension, as always, "and get married at a courthouse."
"Max," Landon said, his face equal parts exasperation and relief, "we already paid the-"
"It was a joke," Max sighed out. "Plus, if we cancel the wedding, how will we ever see if Grant is physically capable of getting more drunk than a light buzz?"
"He is not natural, that guy," Jandeep chattered, "for as skinny as he is, he should not be able to drink that much. Or eat that much, really."
Hannah and Maxine shared a look.
"Anyways," Maxine said, finishing her beer and motioning for Landon to get out of the booth, "we actually, have, uh...plans, for tonight. Actual plans."
Now all four of them shared a look.
"Ooooh," Hannah cooed like a gossiping middle schooler, "fun!"
"Hey," Jandeep said, reaching into the (repeatedly useful) sling bag he always carried around, "you lovebirds need condoms? I've got an unopened box in my bag if..."
He trailed off.
Maxine and Landon were staring at each other.
"Absolutely the fuck not," they said in unison, before pushing their way out of the bar and towards their apartment, excited for an evening that wouldn't be followed by a pill run in the morning.