Chapter 5: Saturday Afternoon, 4:43PM

“Ugh, I can’t believe you,” said Alaina. She pulled a key out of a little pocket in her top as they walked towards the front door. “It’s not fair! How are you good at everything?”

Will wiped his forehead on his sleeve. “I said it had been a while, not that I’d never done it. And it’s just pedaling, what’s hard about that?”

“I was breathing harder than you after that big hill. You’re like Mom; it’s like you go faster up hills than you do on flat ground.” She clicked the lock open and let herself in to her house.

“Vin and I usually do resistance bike a couple times a week at the gym instead of running; it probably helped.” He followed after her, locking the door again behind him. That was pretty fun. And I got to learn a little more about her. “I can’t believe you like science fiction that much.”

“What’s wrong with me liking sci-fi?” Alaina frowned at him as she started towards the kitchen. “Is it because I’m a girl?”

“No, nothing’s wrong with it,” said Will quickly. He followed after her. “It’s just not quite what I pictured. You’re always so grounded and taking things so seriously.” He ran a hand through his matted, sweaty hair and grimaced as it came away damp. “I guess I figured you to be reading biographies and memoirs, watching documentaries. That kind of thing.”

His equally-sweaty girlfriend gasped and turned back to face him with a mock-outraged expression. Her mouth opened, and she gaped at him incredulously. “You thought I was boring?” she asked, moving closer and poking at his sides. “You did! You thought I was Prez in my private time, too!”

“It’s been fun learning how not-Prez you really are,” said Will between chuckles.

“Ugh, you’re not ticklish at all, are you?” Alaina huffed, putting her arms down. “Let’s put the bikes back in the garage before we get more distracted.”

“Nope, not ticklish. And what kind of distracting did you have in mind?” He checked out her spandex-clad butt while he walked behind her to the garage.

“Well, there’s a documentary coming on soon that I was hoping we could watch.” She pressed the button to open the garage door.

“Oh?” Will walked out after her with a smirk. I knew it.

“Yeah, I’ve kind of been looking forward to it most of the day,” she said slowly as she put up the kickstand on her bike and wheeled it to its spot at the back of the garage. “I was hoping you might be interested in experiencing it with me.”

“Huh.” He wheeled his borrowed bike back to its spot and left the helmet straps wrapped around the handlebars just as he’d found them. “Sure, what’s it about? And thanks for the bike loan, that was fun.”

Alaina grinned at him. “It was, wasn’t it? I would never have figured you to be the type to sing in your car. Or to like romance novels.” She snickered and stepped back into the house with her water bottle.

Will kicked his own sneakers off and pressed the button to close the garage on his way into the house after her. “What’s wrong with romance novels?” he asked in a somewhat defensive tone, waiting next to her while she finished untying her shoes before removing them. “And I didn’t say I liked the genre, I said I liked a specific author.” He followed her back to the main entrance and placed his footwear next to hers on the mat by the door.

“Fine, this Tremaine woman, or whoever,” Alaina said as they walked back into the kitchen. “I just think it’s a little funny, that’s all.” She dumped the small amount of water remaining in the canteen into the sink and set it aside. “After the past week, with you going of on some absurdly specific tangents, I thought you mostly read non-fiction.”

“So it’s fine if I’m boring, but Miss Hey-Do-You-Wanna-Watch-A-Documentary-With-Me over here—”

She blew a raspberry at him, then picked up her phone off the table and tapped at it a few times. “Aw, Mom’s staying over again? I thought she said she was cutting back a little after the conference was over!”

Alaina stared at her phone and frowned.

She must’ve really been looking forward to seeing her Mom more. I wonder if she was around much during the week after Tuesday? Better try to distract her... “So what about that documentary you were talking about?” He checked his own phone briefly, seeing a single “K” message from Kay.

Will mentally rolled his eyes at the tattooed girl. Why do I need a new joke if she’s going to keep using it?

“Well!” said his girlfriend, drawing his eyes away from his phone.

He placed the device on the table next to hers once more.

She drifted closer to him, then tugged on his shirt until he bent down. “It’s a very slow-paced documentary,” she whispered into his ear, “about the mating habits of student government officials.” She bit his earlobe gently.

Will struggled not to laugh, but lost almost instantly. “I can’t believe you said you were a cool nerd earlier,” he said, grinning at her as he stood upright again. “That was unbelievably corny.”

Alaina blushed.

“Sorry, sorry. That’s definitely a topic I have a strong interest in,” he continued with a wink. “Purely for academic purposes, of course.”

“Ugh, no, you ruined it,” she said, wrinkling her nose up at him. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a short kiss.

“I was thinking maybe we could try doing it one time, um ... Y’know, normally?” Alaina said, fidgeting a little. “Like, without Skills?” She looked up at him questioningly. “I mean, I guess if you really want me to, I can still...” she trailed off, avoiding his gaze.

Will reached under her chin and gently tipped her head up, then lowered his lips to hers. The kiss deepened quickly, and her hands rose to run through his hair as their tongues entwined.

He moved his hands around to her back, causing his girlfriend to moan against him when he pulled her more tightly against him. One of her hands reached into his shorts, and then he was the one moaning.

Abruptly, Alaina pulled back, her hand giving him one last fondle before it left his erection. She grabbed his hand and started leading him towards the stairs. “Come on, I want a bed for this.”

He allowed himself to be dragged along after her, continuing to grin as she repeatedly looked over her shoulder at him. “You have something specific in mind?”

“I’ve got one very specific thing in mind,” she said, leering at his crotch. She started to climb the stairs.

“Is it how slowly you’re climbing these stairs?”

Alaina stopped and turned around, her head now at the same level as his. “Maybe I just need to be persuaded again,” she said teasingly, her lips grazing his as she rested her arms on his shoulders.

Will leaned forward and sucked on her lower lip, bringing his hands up under her butt. He pressed upwards as he released her lip.

Her right leg hooked around his hip, and she smashed her lips against his, seeking out his tongue with frantic licks. Her left leg lifted next, and she wrapped them both tightly around his waist, resting her hands on his shoulders as he easily held her small body aloft.

He took a careful step upwards, then another.

His girlfriend disengaged her lips, giving him a lewd smile as she started to kiss him in shorter bursts, each one just long enough to give his tongue a stroke with hers. “I’m feeling pretty persuaded already,” she cooed as he reached the stop of the stairs.

Another kiss changed her cooing into a moan. She started to run her thumbs up and down against the back of his neck.

Will turned into her bedroom. He moved next to her bed, nearly losing himself in the continuing caresses of her blueberry-flavored tongue, the feel of her body pressing into him, and the sexiness of her moans. With the last of his higher order thinking, he decided to turn around and fall backwards onto the bed.

Alaina smiled down at him, her legs at his sides and her hands on his chest holding her face up over his. “Thanks for not squishing me,” she whispered before giving him another quick kiss. She pushed herself up off the bed.

Her hands went to her sides, lifting up the bottom of her skin-tight cycling jersey. She raised it a bit, then hesitated for a moment, frowning. She blinked, shook her head, and pulled the garment the rest of the way over her head, revealing a wide expanse of pale skin and a gray sports bra.

“Wow,” said Will as she pulled the sports bra over her head, exposing the rest of her chest. He ogled.

The redhead’s grin widened, showing her teeth. Her thumbs went under the waistband of her shorts and she pouted after a moment. “I think I might need help getting these off, Will,” she said, giving him a pleading look.

“What kind of help?” he asked, his voice catching as he pushed himself up with his eyes locked to her waist, where her hands teased at pulling the top of her shorts down.

She strutted forward and stood between his legs at the edge of the bed, then turned around. “I don’t know what happened,” she said in a plaintive voice. “They’re just too tight all of the sudden, and I can’t get them off. If only we’d watched that documentary! Maybe then you’d know what to do.”

Will chuckled despite himself. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” he said, giving her butt an appropriate amount of fondling.

“Don’t be sorry, be naked,” Alaina said. “But me first. Once you’re done groping my butt, I guess.” She looked over her shoulder and shifted her weight back and forth from one leg to the other.

He leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the small of her back, and she jumped. He started to roll the stretchy fabric down over her hips, continuing to kiss along her spine as he went.

Alaina groaned after the fifth kiss. “Hurry up!” she whined. “I can’t get any hornier than this!”

“Well, I don’t need any persuading,” said Will, pulling her biking shorts the rest of the way off in a single motion.

She stepped out of them as she whirled around. “Good, because I’m in more of a demanding mood right now.” Her eyes gleamed as she grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts and started pulling them down his legs along with his boxers.

Will scooted back on the bed, lifting his hips and wrangling his shirt off as best he could. He felt his socks being pulled off just as he managed to get the still-sweaty covering over his head. The t-shirt went sailing over the end of the bed as Alaina climbed on and began knee walking up over him.

Alaina’s face stopped just over his once more, her thighs wrapped tightly around his erection as it rubbed against her lower lips. “Mmm,” she murmured as she subtly rocked her hips up and down against him. “Is that for me?” she ran her tongue across his lips, holding herself up on his shoulders.

His tongue darted out to catch hers a fraction of a second too late, and she grinned teasingly at him.

He clasped his hands around her hips in response, his thumbs gradually moving closer to her clit.

Her mouth dipped down and she bit his bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth as she continued to grind herself against him with progressively more intense motions.

Will moaned at the contrasting sensations of the velvety embrace of her thighs and the mildly painful pressure on his lip. He gave up on trying to reach her clit as she rocked against him, instead pulling her hips forcefully against him to amplify the effects of her undulations.

Alaina whimpered and released his lip, biting her own instead as her whole body trembled.

He reached up with one hand and pressed the back of her head down, starting a too-soft, taunting kiss which involved his tongue nearly entering her mouth repeatedly, dodging away just as she came out to greet him each time.

She growled, wrapping her hands under his arms to pull her entire body against his as she sought out his elusive tongue, all the while continuing to rock herself against him.

As the defender now, Will stroked his right hand up over her ear while his left continued to press down further on her hips every time she shoved her clit against him. He stroked her tongue with gentle lashes of his own until she gave up any pretense of allowing him freedom, wrestling him firmly to the bottom of his own mouth and pummeling him while she moaned with increasing need.

After a few more gyrations against him, bringing him dangerously close to his own orgasm, Alaina stiffened and shuddered for a minute before letting out a deep breath and sagging against him. The pressure on his erection abated as her legs went to his sides.

“Mmm,” she moaned happily. “I’m so glad you’re this good at foreplay,” she said in a dreamy voice between kisses.

“That was foreplay?” Will asked, near enough to shooting off that it took almost all his willpower not to grab her hips and thrust against her the last couple times it would take to finish him.

Alaina smirked down at him—or at least, it seemed like she tried; her blissful expression barely changed before she gave him a gentle kiss and practically worshiped his tongue with hers.

“I think I just had a mental orgasm,” Will panted when she pulled back slightly. “Were you always this good at kissing?”

She giggled and gave him a brief version of the same kiss. “Were you?” She kissed him again. “Mmm, I could do this all day!” She gave him a long, languid kiss reduced his brain to a moaning puddle.

After one more swipe at his lips with her tongue, she righted herself, sitting astride him with his erection nestled against her butt. She reached back and stroked him with a feather-light touch, barely seeming to move her hand at all. “Hm,” she purred. “Y’know, I’m really glad you have such good control over yourself.

Alaina lifted herself off him and moved back, squatting over his legs. Her index finger drew a teasing circle around the purple, throbbing head of his erection which rose in front of her. “You know, Will,” she said. “Ooh, I’m not even sure I should tell you this...” she brought her finger to her lips absently, and her eyes squeezed shut as she convulsed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she whispered.

Will stroked the tops of her thighs as she quivered, not wanting to say anything that would disrupt the moment.

The tremors passed, and she opened her eyes. She stared down at his erection for a moment, then raised herself over it, holding it in line with one hand. “If you promise never to mention it again, I’ll tell you a secret,” she teased, rubbing his engorged dick against her pussy. “What do you think, Will? Wanna know a secret about me?”

Will nodded, unable to look away from her dancing brown eyes.

His girlfriend lowered herself a little, causing his head to enter her. She moaned lightly, grinning down at him. “The secret is,” she paused as she sank another inch of him inside her. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time now.” She lowered herself slowly down his shaft, trembling again once she was seated on his pelvis. “Since the start of the school year, at least.”

She leaned forward, pressing her nipples into his chest as she laid across him. “What do you think?” she said in a husky tone, beginning to slowly rock against him once more. “We never spoke much, so I bet your Trait never told you that, did it?” She smirked down at him, and he felt a crushing pressure assault his erection, nearly causing him to explode before it vanished and she halted.

Will whimpered quietly at the combinations of stimuli—almost too quietly to be heard. His hands were locked around her hips, fingers clenched in a death grip as he nearly came. Nearly.

“Oh, I think you liked that, didn’t you?” Alaina said coyly. She rocked her hips once again, letting out a soft moan as she milked him. “Interested in helping your girlfriend finish her fantasy, Will?” She leaned back and started to undulate on him, constricting tighter every time she ground down against him.

Just as he was about to reach the point of no return, she stopped and leaned forward again, pressing her hands against his chest. “Tell me how good it feels, and maybe I’ll let you cum,” she said seductively, rolling her hips in a slow circle that tortured him by not providing the tiny amount of friction that he needed to reach orgasm.

He thrust his hips up involuntarily, needing to cum, but she moved perfectly in sync with him, denying him the release he so urgently craved.

“Ooh, that was naughty, Will,” she said, her full, sexy lips curving into a wicked grin. He bucked again, and she rode him the same way. “Are you about to cum? Can’t even think clearly because want it so bad?” she began tracing her finger around one of his nipples. “Is that it, Will?” she asked, moving fractionally up and down.

Will nodded frantically—desperately. He tried to raise her up with his hands on her hips, but she pulled his thumbs away, preventing him from getting a grip.

“Then just tell me how good it feels—how good I feel,” she said, squeezing him inside her with a rippling motion that came unbearably close to setting him off.

“So good—You’re the best, nobody else could ever compare, please Alaina, let me—”

“Call me Prez,” she purred, stroking his chin with her hand.

“Prez, you’re amazing. I never thought anyone could be this good, Prez. Please, Prez, I need to cum,” he babbled, his eyes wild with need. He gulped, beginning to worry how long he would be kept teetering on the brink of orgasm.

Prez’s grin widened. “This is even better than I thought it would be,” she said, biting her lip as she shivered. Her hips rose and fell once, grinding against him. Her inner muscles clamped down, rippling from bottom to top along his shaft.

Prez brushed her lips against his. “Thanks, Will,” she said with a happy smile. “You really are the best.” She stroked his face as she kissed him, continuing to undulate on top of him.

Will kissed her madly, his hips jerking up and down. His hands grabbed her amazing, firm-yet-soft butt, holding her dynamite body as tightly to him as he could. Then he exploded inside her peerless pussy, his entire body going rigid as his muscles locked up. He screamed soundlessly as a storm of blueberries ransacked his mouth.

After the first spurt, Alaina went limp on top of him, whimpering continuously as he continued to fire away. Her head rolled to the side, and she shuddered and twitched on top of him.

His hands fell to his sides, unable to grip any longer.

Her hands brushed against his, scrabbling at them until she managed to feebly press her fingers between his.

After he finally managed to stop quaking beneath her, Will stroked his thumbs over the backs of his girlfriend’s small hands and nuzzled her reddish hair. He planted a kiss on the top of her head, and she shivered again.

That was fucking amazing. Or amazing fucking. Wow. He detached his hands from hers and moved them up to stroke her back.

Alaina shuddered and moaned softly, pressing her face into his shoulder. He felt a pair of lips press against his skin, leaving repeated, gentle kisses where they touched him. “Thanks, Will,” she murmured. “That was perfect.” She let out a contented-sounding sigh.

A couple minutes passed as they laid together.

“So...” he began, “you really—”

“No!” she whined pitifully. “You promised you’d never talk about it!”

He looked down and saw that the tiny part of her forehead he could make out in his peripheral vision was bright red. The rest of her face was pressed tightly against him. He kissed the top of her head again, then started running his right hand’s fingers through her hair.

Alaina dug her face into his neck and gave him a tiny kiss that was little more than a touch of her lips against him.

“I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever cum,” he said softly. “Er, without you using your Skills, that is.”

“Mmm,” she cooed, stretching her arms under his and hugging herself to him. “I’m glad.” She gave his neck another tiny kiss and let out another contented sigh.

Will glanced over at the clock to see how much time had passed and blinked. “Huh. You really didn’t use any Skills?” He reached down to grab her butt with his left hand, jiggling it lightly with whimsical squeezes.

“Nope,” Alaina said. She shook her head, and her hair tickled at Will’s nose.

He wriggled his nose, trying to dispel the itchiness. Seems almost unfair to all the other girls. She’s already this good in bed and now she has Class abilities to be better? They’re wasted on her; she doesn’t even need them!

“Thinking about anything good?” she asked, interrupting his pondering.

“Hm, just thinking that I’m a very lucky guy,” he replied.

“Really?”

He nodded. “Definitely.”

Alaina doodled for a while on his other shoulder with a finger. “Y’know ... I’m not always going to be like this,” she said slowly.

“What do you mean?”

She traced his collarbone up his neck, along his jaw, and then tapped on his lips. “I mean ... I’m not going to always be this cutesy or affectionate all the time, probably? I, um...” She pulled herself back and propped her chin up on her hands over his chest, staring up at him with a worried expression. “I saw how Laura was with you,” she continued quietly. “And you seemed really happy ... But I can’t...” Her eyes dropped. “That’s...”

Will reached out with his left hand, his fingers grasping at a pillow at the top of the bed. He dragged it back and put it under his head so he could look down at her more comfortably. “Have you been pushing yourself to be like her all day?” he asked with concern.

“No!” Alaina said, suddenly glaring at him. “What, am I not allowed to be—”

“Hold on, hold on,” Will said soothingly. He brushed her hair back behind her ears on both sides of her head. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you ever thinking you need to try to act like someone else, alright? I liked you before today, remember.”

She pursed her lips, staring into his eyes as he played with her hair. “Sorry, that was pretty stupid to bring up,” she said at last, her expression turning glum. “I’m ... I’m not really good at this stuff like you are.” She sighed deeply and looked down again.

Wow, she just went from sixty to zero pretty quick. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said, cupping her face to draw her attention back up to him. “I’ll help. After all, I am good at everything, right?” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

Alaina snorted and buried her face against his chest for a moment. When she came up, she was smiling. She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And frustratingly-handsome,” he added. “That part’s important.”

“And frustratingly-handsome,” she said, moving up to give him a kiss. “Y’know, I guess I’m pretty lucky, too.”

“How’s that?”

She gave him a lingering kiss. “You could be mediocre at everything. Then you’d annoy me by bragging too much.”

“Ah, yeah. It’s not easy being as humble as I am,” Will said, chuckling. “But since I’m not mediocre at everything, and I’d consider myself to be a bit of an expert on the mating habits of Alaina Bishop—possibly even the foremost expert in that field—”