Fiona and the International Scheme – Part 3

Fiona and the International Scheme – Part 3
By
Tommy Linarcos

At just about 2:00pm, Sebastian rang Pietro’s doorbell.

The intervening hours were filled with Pietro and Scott having breakfast and Al a cinnamon-less second breakfast, Scott taking a second shower, and then an awkward goodbye as Al dressed to leave, knowing he was not part of Pietro’s scheme.  Scott promised they would get together as friends, but couldn’t promise anything else if all went well with the Fiona side of the plan.  Al silently accepted the understanding.  There was no kiss goodbye.  That stuff was all left on the couch.

Pietro tore the Nautica comforter from his bed and spread it out on the frontroom floor, pushing the coffee table back and to the side.  For two moments, he looked at the direction of the comforter’s blue, light blue, and pale yellow stripes, and debated whether they should be parallel to the TV or perpendicular to it.  Scott helped him spin the thing twice until he settled on parallel, dropped his two blue/yellow bed pillows and called it their picnic blanket. 

They put three empty beer bottles from last night back on the table, and added a nearly-empty bag of Cheetos, along with the two OJ glasses and one breakfast plate, to make the scene look “used.”  Scott got his clothes from the mother’s bedroom, and piled them near the couch.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth, again,” Pietro reminded Scott.  “She might find one of Al’s hairs in your mouth, and then our whole operation is underwater…”

“Found your hoarder stash of toothbrushes, already.  A convenient thoughtful service, Pete.  For all your overnight conquests?” Scott kidded.

“Bite me,” Pietro grumbled.  “Trying to be nice…”

They scanned Netflix and found some dumb Italian romance movie with enough nudity in it to make it look like something they’d had on the whole time.  Pietro understood what the characters were saying, laughing at the subtitles.  “That’s not what they’re saying, at all!”

They slouched naked on the couch, making it part-way through the film when they heard Seabass and Fiona outside.  Scott quickly gave Pietro’s cock a quick suck to give it a wet sheen, then stretched out on his front on the comforter while Pietro answered the bell.

He opened the door naked, peeking around to be sure Sebbie and Fiona were alone, and let them in the apartment.  They came into the room to find Scott making a quick jump up from the floor and hiding his lower half behind the easy chair.

Fiona stood stock-still, a little shocked when she recognized the blur as Scott.

“Oh, it’s you guys,” Scott said, sounding pretend-relieved.  “I thought it was the pizza guy and Pete let him inside.  I’m like…” and he laughed, pretend-blushing.

“You’re naked,” Fiona observed.

“Well, the pizza guy wasn’t supposed to see me,” Scott said, pretend-oblivious.  He asked Pietro, “Did you answer the door naked?  Were you trying to freak him out or was that supposed to be his tip?”

“I didn’t call the pizza guy,” Pietro said back, closing the front door.  “What time is he getting here?”

“What do you mean?  I didn’t call the pizza guy,” Scott tossed back.

“Then there is no pizza, if I didn’t call, and you didn’t call…”

“How can we…” Scott hesitated for his audience, “if there’s no pizza?”

“I’ve got some Goldfish — pizza flavor — in the pantry.  I think…”

“Guys,” Sebastian interrupted, “what’s going on?”

“Just…” Scott started, then came around the easy chair and walked across the comforter.  “Suppose I oughta’ get a little dressed, now that…”

Fiona’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she looked immediately and directly at Scott’s cock, swinging as he walked out and past.  The handful of brown hair, the length and slight tumescence of his shaft, the shape and color of his glans, the roundness of his ball package.  All these she recorded instantly, turning her head and following him to see his bare ass, continuing to watch him as he found his boxers and stepped into them.  She might have blushed and been embarrassed in front of Sebastian, except that he was taking in Scott’s body, as well.

“Oh, now I have to…” Pietro said under his breath as he crossed the other way and found his black boxers next to the easy chair, then put them on under Sebbie’s watchful eye.  “Thought we’d do a picnic.  Of course, I thought Scott called for the pizza, so…”

“I said I’d pay for it, I don’t know which one you call, here.  You were supposed to bring out those menus,” Scott fought back.

“That was an hour ago…”

“Listen!” Seabass tried again.  “Is this a bad time?”

“No,” Pietro told him calmly, rationally, now.  “We were just… relaxing.  Come on, sit down, take your stuff off.  Charlie took all the beer last night, so I can’t get you that — those are still empty from yesterday — but I got some soda or juice, and a bunch of Aqua Pods.”

The ‘stuff’ Fiona and Sebastian took off, at this point, was just their shoes and jackets, putting them in a spot next to the love seat.  Pietro waved to Sebbie and told him to come with him, and the two left for the kitchen.

Scott took a seat on the couch, Fiona across on the love seat, like the previous night.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her long blonde hair, those kissable lips… 

She still wasn’t sure how to speak to the nearly-naked Scott.  “Did you…” she started to imply, but changed her mind, “wind up staying the night?”

“Yeah.  I slept it off.  Took a shower this morning, just didn’t get dressed, yet, I guess,” he half-laughed.  He picked up the crumpled bath towel and hung it lengthwise over the back of the couch.

“But you were naked with him.  With Pete,” she alleged.  “And last night, you two, you seemed…  I mean, he had…”  She half-motioned how Pietro licked the salt off Scott’s fingers.

Scott shifted off the couch and took a seat on the comforter, sitting cross-legged in front of Fiona.  He grabbed the edge of her thick white sock over her leggings and tugged.  She resisted, so he leaned back, pulling it off with his weight.  She hid her bare foot under her butt.

“No surprise, Fee,” Scott said, taking ahold of her left sock.  Fiona let him take this one off without resistance.  “Fresh paint?” he asked about her toes.

“Couple days,” she responded flatly.

He threw the sock away.  “I mean… sometimes… you get lonely, and fun is fun.”  He traced a line up from her toes to her knee.  “I wish it were someone else, though…”

“Scotty,” she complained.  She looked back toward the kitchen, but Sebbie and Pete were not heading back in, yet.  “What did you do?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“No, I guess I don’t.”

“We traded blow jobs,” he told her, anyway.  “I needed to get off.  And, you know, quid pro quo.  Guys do that, sometimes.  Sound familiar?  Girls at a sleepover?”

Fiona looked like she was going to respond, but just breathed out.

He took her foot and pulled, and kept pulling until she was coming off the love seat, until she gave in, unhooked her other foot, and helped herself not fall too badly onto the comforter.  She stared at him while he massaged her arch.  She took her foot back and sat against the loveseat with her knees up, a little wall between them.

“And the girl that I’m madly…”  He stopped.  “What am I doing?  You don’t care.”

“That’s not true,” she protested.  “You know I care about you.  But I’m with Sebastian, now.  You didn’t ask me out.  That’s twice, now, you know.”

“Fuckin’…”  He shook his head.  “No, the first time, I did, but a lot of stuff got in the way.  We know that.  That was a mistake.  That was a big mistake.  I should have made it happen.  I had this big dream that we were being so romantic, and I wanted you to realize why you were with me.  And then the world fell apart.”

“Then you were with Cindy.”

“Yeah.  I was with Cindy.  I don’t regret that.”

“I don’t regret Leo.”

“I hope not.  He was a nice guy,” Scott conceded.  “Until he wasn’t.”

“He didn’t do anything bad to me,” she reminded him.

“Until he cheated on you,” Scott reminded her.

“So, then why —?”

“Why not this time?  When I broke you up with Leo?” Scott shrugged.

“You didn’t break us up.”

“I helped.  I wanted you two broken up.”

“It was always coming.”  Fiona took Scott’s hand.  “I remember, Tori asked me, like right away, who I was gonna go out with next.  And I said probably you.”

“No, you told me nobody,” Scott said.

Fiona drew in her breath.  “I did say that…”

“So, I didn’t ask you.”

“Why not?”

Pietro and Sebbie were on their way back in.  Giggling.

“Because,” Scott loud-whispered quickly, “I didn’t want to be your rebound!”  He let go of her hand and sat back a bit.

“They do have Goldfish,” Sebastian announced, dropping the paper package onto the center of the comforter, and collapsing ungainly next to Fiona, straightening himself to sitting against the loveseat as she was.

Pietro laughed as he let himself down, too, though he lay across the Nautica stripes to put his head down on top of Scott.  Only that didn’t work right and he found Fiona’s toes, instead, so Scott had to scoot back further.  Pietro then lay his head back successfully in Scott’s lap.

“You should see his room,” Sebbie told Fiona, putting his arm around her.  “Someone got in his room last night and spilled a beer on his bed.”  He giggled again.

Pietro laughed but tried to sound angry.  “Yeah!  Assholes.  Knocked over my lamp and everything.  Looks like they knocked over my fish tank.”

“You don’t have a fish tank…” Scott reminded him.  Pietro’s work on making his bedroom out-of-bounds was successful.

“I know.  But if I had a fish tank, that’s what it would look like if someone spilled the shittin’ water all over and messed up my room.  And my medals are on the floor…” Pietro continued whining.  “But fish would be all over my bed, if I did have a fish tank and they spilled that instead of a beer, but there’s no real fish on my bed, just…” he giggled.

Fiona was growing tired of the giggling.  “So here, finish the job.”  She tossed the package of Goldfish crackers to Pietro.

Both Pietro and Sebastian laughed anew.  “That’s just it — the crackers were there!” Sebbie laughed, putting his hand in the bag and pulling out a little red fishy.

“You guys are high,” Scott knew.

“Yeah, we are…” Sebbie looked to high-five Pietro, but they were at the wrong angle to each other, so he just slapped his hand down on Pietro’s chest.

“Not sharing?” Scott asked.

“It was just the roach,” Pete shrugged as best he could.

“So, he’s got his Lightning McQueen sleeping bag we can use if we clean up.  Ka-chow!” Sebbie advised Fiona.

“No,” she cut him off.  “We can stay out here and just watch the movie.”

“It’s a pretty dumb movie, but…” Pietro started, when the on-screen couple began the first major love scene at the required forty-minute mark for romantic dramas.

“Looks pretty good now,” Scott said as the main girl bared her breasts.

Sebastian curled Fiona into a make-out clinch and began kissing his way up her sweatshirt to her mouth, his hands finding their way up inside the sweatshirt, trying to pull it over her head from within.  Fiona knew what he was trying to do and actually helped him make it work.

Pietro looked up at Scott and gave him the eye, raising his eyebrows, not wanting to try a telling wink.  Pietro only had one hit off the roach, letting Sebbie toke the most until it burned down, so he was still able to enact his part of the plan.  But now he needed Scott to do what they’d practiced for.

Scott didn’t need any more encouragement.  Watching Seabass take off Fiona’s leggings, still trying to kiss her while doing so, disgusted him enough to make him determined.  Scott lay back on the comforter, across all the Nautica stripes, and propped himself up by his elbows.

Pietro tugged at Scott’s boxers and drew them down to his knees.  “This looks pretty good,” he said, stroking Scott’s cock, which needed the help this time.

The motion caught Fiona’s attention and she met Scott’s eyes as Sebastian removed her tank top.  She was not wearing a bra, and Scott did all he could to maintain that eye contact.  Don’t look at her tits!  Not now.  You’ll get a chance!  He could see them in his peripheral vision, the general size and hang, the dark pink color of her nipples — the same shade as her lips, the same as her toenail polish.  He had to!  He looked right at her breasts — a sigh of desire flowing right through him, and then he forced himself to look at her eyes, again.

Pietro pulled Scott’s boxers all the way off and tossed them to the couch, then went to town sucking on his cock.  He’d lain opposite Scott, so Scott was able to drag down Pete’s boxer briefs and toss them, too.  No one was going to get their clothing back any time soon.

Scott had looked away from Fiona while dealing with Pete, and when he looked back, Seabass was taking off her panties.  He was in Scott’s way, though, so he saw nothing except the panties being tossed on her pile.  Seabass then stood to try and impress Fiona by taking his clothes off top-to-bottom half-sexy, but Fiona was looking at Scott, embarrassed enough to cover her pussy.

A naked Sebastian dropped to his knees and pulled Fiona down, sucking on her breasts.  Still, she turned her head to look at Scott.

Scott followed her eyes as she reclined.  He didn’t mean to have his own eyes filled with hate or disdain, but he couldn’t watch her, anymore.  He leaned down and shifted Pietro into position and took his cock into his mouth, too.  There was no way to communicate with Pietro, couldn’t whisper about the plan, or congratulate him on the bedroom or getting Seabass high, or to prompt when to make the next move, so they each just did their own best at pleasing the other.

Pietro was keeping his ears open, however.  He heard Sebbie say, “Hey, they’re blowin’ each other.  You should blow me, too.  Come on, puppy, suck me.  Oh, puppy, suck my cock…” Fiona shifted to let Sebbie lie on the comforter, and she took up position hovering over his legs, doing as he’d asked.

Pietro knew the time was coming, the first possible moment to get the swap moving.  A swap would probably work better after the couples had some time together, but he wasn’t sure how much Scott could handle of the other two getting busy; he’d seen the look in his eye when they’d begun.  He needed to pull Mexico away so England and Ireland could decide what to do so long as they were naked.

He pulled off of Scott and tapped him to get his attention, then twisted and climbed up Scott’s body until the two kissed.  “Copy them and follow my lead,” he said in sotto voce.  Pietro rolled on the comforter next to Sebbie.  Scott moved into a position like Fiona’s and continued to suck on Pete.  Fiona angled and looked across at Scott; Scott refused to meet her eye.

“Oh, Sebbie, this is the life, eh?” Pietro moaned to the boy next to him.

“Ohhhh, yeahhhhh… Service me!” Sebbie giggled, then they both laughed as they had before.

“Mine uses his teeth too much,” Pietro complained of Scott.  Scott didn’t react.  “He doesn’t bite, but he drags them.”

“Got to train him better,” Seabass commented.

“He’s not really mine, you know.  There’s someone else.”

“Who?”

Scott was afraid Pete was going to mention Al.  That’s not in the plan – don’t fuck me over!  He slowed down on his efforts, not wanting to bring Pete to the edge, and did use his teeth to express his displeasure.

“Someone.  Tell you later.”  Pietro patted Scott on the head in a don’t worry sign, then he began to run his hands over Sebastian’s chest and belly because he could.  He pulled Sebbie’s hands out of Fiona’s hair and made him do the same to him.

Fiona stopped watching Scott.  She’d come here for some teenage pleasure, but now seemed resigned to just see the event through.  She wasn’t working any harder than Scott, at this point.

“You know who could make me feel so much better?” Pietro asked his Sebbie.

“Me!”

“Yes, you.  I have a feeling you’re the best.  And I could do so much more for you.”  Pietro didn’t let Sebbie say anything in return and planted his mouth on the other’s.  Sebastian didn’t mind in the least.

Scott caught on.  This was the moment.  He disengaged from Pete, but stayed in position.  Pietro moved Sebastian’s hand down to his cock so he got the idea there was more to do.  He held Sebastian close and rolled him to his side, making his cock pull out of Fiona’s mouth.

She sat up, feeling Sebbie withdraw and watching him pull his legs into a twine with Pietro, the both of them rolling to be parallel with the lines.

Scott looked to her, “Tossed aside again,” and he breathed a laugh.  Fiona didn’t look like she found the humor, though, and Scott realized it sounded like he could have meant her.  He scooted back next-to and behind her and wrapped his arms around her center, pulling her back to his chest.  “Hey.”

“So, you and Pete?” she lamented.

“No.”  A flat no.  “Sebbie and… puppy?”

Her stomach twisted a little in response.  “Ugh, no.  Don’t you ever call me that.”

“I will never call you anything like that, Fee.  I promise.”

She looked over their position, his arms around her belly.  “You know, I always thought you’d buy me dinner and meet my mother before you saw me naked.”

“I’ve done both of those,” he told the back of her neck.

A moment went by, the only sounds being made by the other two guys in the room.

“He seems happier,” Fiona noted of the Pietro-Sebbie tangle.  Pete took a topside position and began stroking his cock alongside Sebastian’s.  “It’s actually kind of hot.”

“Did you like watching me?” Scott asked.

“I wondered why you were doing it.”

Scott kissed her shoulder and up to her ear.  “I had to do something to get to this spot…”

“Scotty…”

“…show you that you belong with me.”

Fiona turned in his arms to look him in the eye.

“You know you do,” he said.

She closed her eyes and full-on kissed him.  When they broke, she said, “He is my rebound.  But I never wanted a rebound.  I just wanted you.”

“Fuckin’…” Scott had to pull away a bit, shook his head.  “Fee, I have loved you for so long…  I messed up my opportunities and you picked this guy…”

“Scotty, I’ve waited over a year to hear you say that.  The middle part, not the… other stuff!”

“Are you done with this guy, then?  You didn’t look done last night.”

“You know how it is when you’re with someone.  You just… do things to be close.  To feel wanted.”  She wouldn’t meet his eyes, this time.

“Like I just did,” Scott reminded her of his using Pete.

“Besides, it looks like he’s done with me,” Fiona pointed out how Sebbie was currently worshipping Pietro’s cock.  Pietro gave the pair a wink and a thumbs-up.

“Then, Fee,” Scott turned her face, “know that I want you, and I’ll never let you go.  I so love you.”

Fiona caught her breath and swallowed.  “I don’t know if I can say it.  I don’t know if you’ll believe me, after this.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“I believe you.”

They began a kiss that took a year to get there and just kept going, had no plan of stopping.

He didn’t attack her body, yet; there was time.  Now that he had her declaration, there was plenty of time.  They did adjust how they sat on the comforter, though, from one behind the other to Fiona sitting on top of Scott’s lap, facing him, his cock a friendly steel beam between them, her breasts finding the comfort of skin-on-skin with his chest.  She wrapped her arms about his neck and had no intention of releasing him.

Across the stripes, Sebastian noticed that he’d lost something.  “Hey, they’re making… kiss… Fiona’s….”

Pausing from licking his ass, Pietro calmed him.  “Let ‘em be.  They belong together.”

“But she’s…” Sebbie was still a little confused.

“Not yours.  You were just her rebound.”  Pietro decided Sebbie was wet and loose enough, and positioned himself above, again.

“I was?  Oh.”  Sebbie situated himself for what he knew was coming.

“Yeah, now you’re with me,” Pietro told him as he lined his cock up, then slowly drove it inside.  “And now this is yours, too.”

“Oh, yes…”

Scott and Fiona took no notice.  Certainly, the pounding and high-pitched moaning could be heard, but it was just background.  It might as well have been the Italian rom-com on the TV.

Scott couldn’t put off his affection for Fee’s breasts any longer.  While making out, he let his hands roam, moved her slightly away so he could get his hands on them, feel their weight and suppleness.  He moved his kiss off her mouth, found her jaw, and kissed down her throat, angling her back for his goal.  She knew where he was going and slid down off his lap, reclining onto the comforter so he could get his fill.  One awkward reach for the blue pillow for her head, and she was set.

He watched her as she lay down, her breasts falling to the side but her nipples still pointing at him.  He had no idea about sizes, just that her breasts were a little larger than his hands could hold, but they were perfect right now.  They’d be more perfect with his mouth on them, though, Scott knew.  He reset his own position, straddling her left leg, and stole a quick glance at her pussy as he moved forward.  A smile fought his face as he finally knew the secret color and style of her pubes.  He saved the image, and knew he’d be back to verify that in a few moments.

For now, his lips found the swell below her nipple, full kisses marking a path that circled to her areola, and then her nipple was his.  His left hand found her right breast, caressing it in a complementary fashion, trying not to do to its nipple exactly what his tongue was doing to its sister.  He’d visit that one soon enough — no need for symmetry.

Fiona relaxed and allowed Scott to have his fill.  She loved the sensations, but loved more how much he was paying attention to her breasts, not just giving a couple quick squeezes and sucks and moving on.  Time enough to run her fingers through his brown hair, pick up and play with the curls in his front, then move off his head and feel the strength in his shoulders, run her hands down the length of his back as far as she could reach, and back up with her nails.

Scott moved off her left, licking his way to her right breast.  “Got to give this one equal time so she doesn’t get jealous…”

“She will, you know, so you better…” Fiona smiled down at him.  She could feel his hard cock against her leg, and did her best to give it a little motion so it stayed interested in her, wouldn’t lose any of its hardness while his attention was elsewhere.  Well, if it did, she certainly knew how to bring it back to life.

She chanced a glance at the other boys, just because she could.  But it struck her funny, this time, and she giggled a bit. 

Scott had to pause and look up at her, to find out if she was laughing at him, or if he’d tickled her, somehow. Then he saw that she was noticing Petey plowing Seabass’s ass.

When Scott stopped, she knew she had to explain.  “Look how easily he’s taking that.  No pain, no discomfort…”

Scott, due to recent experience, didn’t have to watch to know she was right.  “It’s his preferred activity, Petey assures me,” Scott mumbled to her.  He reached up and turned her chin towards himself.  “Hey.  No more.”  She gave an embarrassed smile and nodded.  Scott lifted himself up onto his hands, rolled his back in a stretch, and then scooted lower.  “I see I’ll have to do more to distract you from their noise.”  He finished extending his body, finding a comfortable position as he spread her legs open and settled between them. 

Her pussy.  He’d imagined this moment.  He’d wondered whether her pubes were as light as her blonde hair, or the same as her slightly darker eyebrows, or even lighter because this hair just didn’t get any sun, or a shade of brown like he knew some blonde guys had whose hair up top would eventually darken, too.  It was like her eyebrows.  Blonde with a hint of mousey gold.  It fanned out all feathery from her cleft into a delta, thicker right at the top of her cleft, but she trimmed any curls, if there had been any.  She shaved her outer lips, or her hair was so fine there she didn’t need to.  Cool.

This wasn’t his first pussy, but it was the one he wanted.  Yes, he’d imagined this moment.  He’d jerked off to this moment.  He’d had an actual dream of this moment, and others.  He was putting obvious performance pressure on himself, but he was secure in his talent.  He rolled her butt up a little and kissed along her outer lips, down to the end, trying to bring some anticipation, again.  He opened her flower with his fingers and drew his tongue from bottom to top, along her labia to her hood, finally getting to taste her.

She shivered and arched her back, breathing in sharply.  He eased her back down.

He planted deliberate kisses on her labia, sucking them gently inside his own lips and running his tongue between them until he’d reached her entrance.  A firm but gentle probe inside let him know she was quite ready for him, but there was no way he was skipping past this moment.  He let the flat of his tongue wend its way along the ridges of her labia until it reached her hood, again, and he began to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue, coaxing it out from hiding.

Once out, Scott sucked her clit between his lips and began a quick flick from its base to its tip, keeping it out, getting it stiff like a little…  A flash of Al invaded his thoughts, and he shook that away, focusing back on the tiny clit in front of him.  The way a tongue knows every centimeter inside one’s mouth, knowing the huge size and dents of one’s teeth, Scott’s tongue got to know every fold of Fiona’s pussy. Every drop of fluid was his to enjoy, a liquor.  He pushed her legs out a little wider, wanted to get deeper into her, and then drag her wetness across her lips and back up to circle her clit, again.

Fiona was writhing on the comforter, losing a battle of trying to control a continuous motion of her legs and back except where Scott held her still.  She also couldn’t control her continuous  whimpering of “Mmnnn… oh-ohhhh… yes, yes… right there… justlikethat justlikethat…  aaaahhh…”  She’d only had one boyfriend try this with her before, but now she knew how it was supposed to be done, how she was meant to feel.  And there was no one home, she didn’t need to be quiet, didn’t need to restrain herself.

Her noises did arouse Sebastian’s curiosity, though.  “Why’s she making that… like that?”

“Shut up,” Pietro derided him, while riding him.

Fiona’s whimpering was reaching a breaking point.  Her thighs were clamping on Scott’s head and she was rocking, her hands tightly gripping his hair.  He had her where he wanted her; he did not relent.  He wrote her one final message with his tongue over her clit: I L O V E Y O U.  He’d kind of said it twice, already, that he’d ‘loved her for so long,’ and that he was ‘so in love with her,’ not quite just the three words, and he noticed she didn’t quite say it back.  She said some stuff, but he didn’t want to scare her off.  He’d hold off on it, just keep doing it this way, with his tongue.  He knew how he felt, but he’d wait for her, next time.

“Oh, god… Scott… Sc— ahhh!  Oh, my g—!”  Her legs trembled, her feet kicked near his spine, toes curled.  She let go of his hair and fell back, only unrecognizable words coming from her mouth while a river came from her pussy.  He lapped up what he could, the rest spilling along his chin onto a blue stripe below.  He pressed on, hoping he could make her cum twice, but her hands returned to his head and she was pushing him away.  Not forcefully, but he got the idea she needed a break.  He licked and nibbled at the thick hair at the top of her cleft, instead.

It wasn’t a break she needed — just a moment to enjoy the tangerine swirls inside her body.  Yes, her orgasm had a color, and it was bright tangerine with sparkles, she’d decided somewhere along the carnival ride that Scott had taken her on.  This was something she’d keep to herself, or Scotty would make some joke about fresh-squeezing her from here on out.  She relaxed her hands, and brought them up to her breasts, joining one of Scott’s there, already.

With that permission, Scott pressed on, going for two, and that second one came much quicker.

Again, Sebastian was alerted by Fiona’s screams of pleasure, but Pietro had had enough of him being distracted.  He took himself out of the boy, picked him up and deposited him on his knees, face down on the couch so he couldn’t see behind him, and pushed back inside.  Sebbie barely missed a moan.

“Scotty, Scotty…” Fiona breathed, dreaming on the floor.

This time, Scott moved off of her, gathered some of the comforter and wiped his chin, but not his mouth.  He wanted that taste on his lips just a little longer.  He sat up on his knees and massaged her thighs, hoping he’d have them back open again in just a few moments.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.  “That was… Scotty, that was… incredible.  I’ve…”

“I’m glad,” was what he got out.  How do say ‘you’re welcome’ for making someone cum without sounding like an ass?  He just looked at her body, breathing.

And Fiona looked at his.  “You surprised me when we got here.  I’ve seen you in the pool, but…”  She raised herself to sitting and ran her hands along his body, starting at his pecs, and working her way down.  “…I haven’t really been allowed to do this…”

“Allowed, right.”

She reached his cock, raked her fingers through his pubes, and then grasped his shaft with one hand while the other cradled his balls.  “Looks like you were on your stomach for too long.  Need a little help, here, so you can please me.”

“I’ll take all the help I can get, Fee.”  Scott sat back onto his heels and gave her a little more working room.  He wanted to make Petey sit up and take notice of how a girl’s small hands can make any cock look bigger, regardless of having a good shock of pubes, but he didn’t want to actually disturb the two on the couch.

Just her touching it, giving it attention, brought his cock back to hardness.  She had a good stroke, and took gentle care of his balls.  He’d been mildly aware of her boyfriends — not ever since he’d met her, but certainly since he started liking her.  He figured she’d experienced maybe three cocks, but probably handled a few more, as any teen girl who wants to keep her virtue for a time longer has learned.  No judgement, just thankful for her skill.

He didn’t want her to work him too long, though; he didn’t want to cum here.  He wanted to cum inside her.  He’d purposely not overworked himself with Al this morning so that he’d have a decent load for her.

She slowed down, and he thought she was on the same wavelength when she took him in her mouth, instead.  Scott collapsed a little, forward, running his hands along her sides, her back, her hair.  And she took him down — a lot further than he could take Al this morning.

As she did so, he had a flash moment of sucking on Al’s cock, again, but slapped that image down real fast.  He didn’t want that intrusion.  It had been a day of new experiences, and he was not upset at himself for doing things with Al, though he could have done without having to give Pete those blowjobs.  With Al, it was kind of fun; he didn’t regret it.  What he would regret is if he didn’t turn that into an actual friendship, like he wanted.  Well, it was up to him — or them both — to see that it happened.

“Hey…” Scott gently shook her shoulder.  “I’m good and primed.  Don’t take me to term.”

She popped off him with a smile.  She didn’t say a word, just lay back and found her position, taking him with her.

Missionary first.  He wanted to see her.  He wanted to be able to kiss her.  He needed to fuck, but he wanted to do it with her, not her ass and back, and he wasn’t going to let her get on top, yet.  He shuttled up to her on his knees, picking up her legs so he could get in close, and lowered himself.  He held his cock head at her entrance, and caught her eye.  Okay?

She nodded, as slightly as she could.  She wanted to scream Yes! I’ve been waiting for half an hour! but that wouldn’t be so ladylike, she told herself.

He pushed forward, slipped immediately to about halfway in, she was so wet, as Fee let loose an “ohhhh” from deep in her chest that came out musically.  Scott felt an electric shiver running from his cock up his spine and down to his heels, then pulled back slightly, and pushed all the way inside her.  He fell forward onto his arms, carefully, to inches above his Fiona.

His eyes were shut tight, so he couldn’t tell if hers were, too, but he knew the look on their faces would both be about finally being right here, right now, feeling this.

“You’re inside me,” she breathed.  “Finally…”

“Yeah, I had to feel you like this.”  He pulled back and began a slow thrusting.  “I had to.  Do you want me to put on a condom?”  He looked over at the coffee table.  They’d left that sleeve of three under the Cheetos bag.  The bag had been moved, but he wasn’t sure if Pete was using one with Seabass.

“No, we’re good,” Fee whispered, wrapping her arms about him, not letting him go, pulling him down, his chest on her breasts.  She locked her legs onto his thighs.  She wasn’t letting him go anywhere until they’d both cum again.

“Oh, Fee…”  His slow thrusts picked up steam while they kissed, until soon enough he had to prop himself up, needing more room to breathe as he slammed into her.  He didn’t mean to be rough, but he needed it and she loved it, calling out each time he bottomed out inside her.  This first fuck wouldn’t take too long, they both knew.  It wasn’t slow, lazy, Sunday morning sex.  This was the long-delayed-reunion, been-away-on-vacation-too-long-and-really-missed-you fuck.  They could ‘make love’ their next time.

Each pistoning forced a gasp from her.  “Scotty…” she squealed, as if she was worried or warning him.  “Scotty… I… ohhh-ohhhhhh…” and she was cumming inside of the second minute.  He didn’t let up, though.  He figured he was allowed to cum anytime since he’d given her the first two, now the first three, but he was enjoying this far too much.  She had been wet before, but now each thrust generated a splash, and… and he came almost without warning.

He fell onto his elbows with the first shot, his teeth and jaw clenched, then held her tightly to him, practically stopping their breathing as the next six shots filled her pussy.  Each breath sounded like it started with the letter F, so he was calling her name even if he didn’t mean it.  But he meant it.  His cum set Fiona off, again — a smaller one, but no less orange.

He didn’t die on top of her, but he took advantage of having her soft body beneath him as she ran her hands up and down his back, from his butt to his neck.  When Scott could breathe, he kissed her again, and slid to her side.

Pietro would have been embarrassed to mention that he’d watched the entire thing.  Truth all told, he was a little envious of their passion.  He never said a thing.  Sebastian was in his own twilight land.

Scott turned so he was on his back; Fiona cradled against him, locking his right leg with hers.  He wanted to say something, tell her something, just to…  “You are so beautiful, I…”

“Even with my hair like this?”

“Especially with your hair like this.”  He grasped a lock of her long, blonde hair and fanned it out on his chest.

“I bet my skin is glowing.”  She could feel it.  It was an easy bet.

“Can’t tell.  So much blood still pumping, I’ve got that eye thing where everything is bright…”

“So you can’t really tell that I’m beautiful?”

“Oh, knock it off, I can’t… I wanted to tell… I…”  He almost said it again.  He almost said the whole thing, or might’ve, or at the last second, said something close to it.  They’d known each other for three years.  Been friends almost as long.  Good friends, long enough.  He could say it.

She cut him off.  “Scott, I love you.”  Then she drew in her breath fast, afraid she’d said the wrong thing.  “I… I don’t mean to scare—”

“I love you, Fiona.  God, I love you.  Just let me say it.”

They shared a kiss, and then their second time was more like making love.

* * * *

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Scott rolled to a sitting position on the comforter.  It was incredible finally making love with Fiona, but he never wanted to do it on the floor, again.  He helped Fee sit up, but she kept going and stood, putting her hand out to the loveseat for stability.  She waved to Scott that she was okay, and made her way to the washroom.

He didn’t move until she returned.  He was still just drinking it all in.  The stupid plan worked.  Actually, what really needed to happen was a good, honest conversation between him and Fiona, and everything might have turned out like this.  But this is how it happened.  A funny international shorthand scheme, some bisex, a pizza-less gathering, and — again — being honest.  The other way, though, might not have ended with them fucking immediately, so this way had that way beat.

She tapped him on the head, and he stood up.  They didn’t need to be quiet, but since Pietro and his Sebbie were asleep, cuddled together on the couch, they didn’t want to wake them.  Scott found the clothes he’d piled near the couch, while Fiona scouted for the items Seabass had flung over the loveseat.  Both had a little trouble finding one missing item — Scott his boxers, and Fiona one of the socks that Scott pulled off her.  They could just leave them behind, but it wouldn’t be fair to their host if his mother found them when she returned.  Pietro would have enough cleaning up to do, anyway.  Each wound up finding the other’s missing item, and they dressed.

Fiona couldn’t just walk away, though.  She didn’t want to break up with Sebastian over text.  They were both here, they both saw what went on in this room, she could be a big girl.

She put her hand on Sebastian’s cheek.  He rolled his head and opened his eyes, recognizing her.  “It was fun,” she said, “but I think we belong with other people, now.”  Sebbie just nodded, closed his eyes, and hugged his boy.

Before they headed out to his car, Scott wrote a little note on a Post-it for Pete, and left it stuck to the table under a beer bottle where he’d find it, later.  ‘Economic Summit Successful.  The British Pound Is Sound.  Viva Italia!’

* * * * *

Later that week in the school hall, Scott was dropping Fiona off at her Sociology class, getting a quick kiss, when he felt a shove on his right shoulder.

“Hey, Scott!”

Scott turned at the sound of Al’s voice.  “Hey, there you are.”  There was a little jolt inside his chest, a pleasure at seeing his new friend, but also a guilt of meeting him with Fiona still on his arm.  “Sorry, I’m navigating new hallways, learning her schedule.  Didn’t know I’d see you here.”

“How could you?” Al asked, smiling.  He looked at Scott’s girl.  “Fiona.”

“Al.  I didn’t know you knew Scott,” she said.

“We’ve always kind of known each other, or known of each other,” Scott explained, “but, uh, we became good friends at a… recent gathering.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Hey, so,” Al led off, but glanced at the clock over Scott’s head, “you want to hang out sometime this weekend?  Go to one of the games and pretend we have school spirit, or find a movie?”

“Well, Jazz Band has a morning concert at an old folks’ home on Saturday, but otherwise, we’re free,” Scott said, but realized he was including Fiona in that.  “You should join Jazz Band.”

“Do you play anything?” Fiona asked Al.

“Of course.  Schroeder plays piano.”  He played his fingers in the air.

“I thought that was Linus,” Fee countered.

“No, Schroeder,” Al confirmed.  “Linus plays the blanket.  Charlie Brown plays with himself.”

Fiona blushed a little, either from the pun or just getting easy Peanuts trivia wrong.  “Hey, why don’t you guys go out Friday night?  Me and the girls sometimes do a Girls Nite Friday, you guys could do a Guys Nite Friday, then you don’t have to worry about me.”

Scott and Al met each other’s eyes.

“Then,” Fee continued, “if we all want to get together on Saturday, then, that’s open, too.”

“Cool!” Al pronounced.  “Let’s talk and plan to get it on Friday.”  He waved and took off down the hall toward his own class.

Scott saw a little concern cross Fiona’s face.  “What?”

She bit her lip, deciding whether to say anything.  “If I say that he’s good-looking, would you be mad at me?”

“No,” Scott chuckled.  “Hell, I think he’s cute, too.”

“I didn’t say ‘cute.’”

“You were thinking it.”

“Maybe.  He’s got good skin,” she decided.  “Your hair is better though.”

“Thanks…”

“Does he have a girl- or boyfriend?” she asked.

“Currently?” Scott considered.  “Not sure, but I couldn’t see why not.”

She kissed Scott quickly and headed inside her classroom.  “Think of something for all of us to do on Saturday, then.”

Scott could immediately think of something for the three of them to do, but one week into his relationship with Fiona might be a little too soon.

Might have to get through a few Guys Nite Fridays to figure out when would be a good time.

The End

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