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Holiday Heat - ch 6

(Ao3)

"Er…", Max scratched his head, "The-the comedy! I've chosen the…"

He glanced quickly at the poster.

"…uh, 'Actual Affection Affair'", he swallowed. "Actually.", he added, hoping his blunder would go unnoticed.

"Oh, neat.", Roxanne fixed her hair, giving him a soft smile. "Come on, let's go inside!"

If Roxanne was afraid her seats would be taken, she had nothing to worry about, there were only a few couples already sitting, plus a few singles.

The movie was… boring. Or at least Max's found it so, getting a few chuckles here and there at the convoluted and contrived plotlines. Instead, the movie became an exercise in sneaking an arm around her back, and maybe getting a taste of a little bit more of physical closeness.

After all, judging by what the sounds of what those other couples have been doing, that seemed to be the goal.

Max let out a soft theatrical yawn and reached his arm over her seat's back, hoping to conduct a delicate operation of lowering it onto her shoulders. And just as he was about to do so… she shifted her position, scaring him away.

ut a moment later, Roxanne leaned onto his chest, cooing softly, twiddling the hem of her dress between her fingers. And as the characters on screen leaned towards each other, she turned her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss. Max cupped her face and brought his lips inches away from hers, as he closed his eyes too.

And then he heard a scream.

They both jumped in their seats, but couldn't see a thing - the entire room was drowned in darkness, and they could only hear the commotion and complaints from the remaining few people.

"What's goin' on?"

"What-what's happening?"

"Hey, who turned off the lights?"

"Maxie!"

He indistinctively reached for her hand, bringing her aqgainst his chest, feeling her beating heart.

"It's okay, they'll probably fix it soon…"

"Can I… hug? I know it's silly but I'm-I'm slightly scared", she whispered. "It was so unexpected!"

"Of course…", Max replied, stretching his other and to guide her. He expected her to snuggle into his arms, but instead… he felt her legs on both sides of his seat, and her arms closed around his neck.

She has straddled him.

And he wasn't the only one breathing erratically - she was doing it too, just inches away from his lips. If he could see anything, he was sure he'd be able to see goosebumps on her skin, right above her breasts… He cautiously moved his hand to her waist, not only not getting rejected, but her tightening their embrace that must have looked extremely awkward.

But that was the point - no one could see them. As he took another whiff of her intoxicating scent, his mind gladly added the missing visual component. Roxanne was naked, bouncing on his cock, for the whole audience to see, letting soft, yet carnal cry with each of his deep thrusts. And suddenly, with her gasp, Max realised that they have been moving in unison. Not to the extent of his dreams… but she was gently sliding back and forth, whispering his name in breathless, needy, desperate moans, as they traversed an unthreaded path together.

"Max… Max… MAX!"

Before he knew it, he was blinded by the light… from the ceiling.

He found himself with his face almost buried in her cleavage, with her hand on the back of his head only encouraging his endeavours, and his dangerously close to the already rolled up edge of her dress.

"Well, folks, looks like it's been sorted out.. Hey, what are you two doing?!"

The booming voice of the janitor that has just entered the room made Roxanne jump back into her seat with a shriek, straightening her wrinkled dress.

"S-Sorry sir!",, they've both apologised, their faces becoming crimson from embarrassment.

"What? I'm not talking to you, I meant these two bozos!"

And he shone beam of light from his torch at the row in front, making them both wonder what "two" did he mean, as they could only see a man's head in front of them. But then Max gasped and Roxanne had to suppress a chuckle when a woman leaned back straight up from his crotch, trying to covertly wipe something from the corner of her lips…

Max didn't try any more attempts at his luck - especially with the chance of getting caught. When the movie has ended, she sneaked a quick kiss to his cheek, letting him lead the way. But as they've left their room they've noticed quite the commotion outside the entrance to the other one, with the same elderly lady giving out refunds left, right and center to an angry mob.

"Oh, looks like they haven't fixed the electric problem in that one!", Roxanne noted,"Good thing you've chosen this movie!"

"Yeah…", Max grunted. And now, he imagined them left in that room, completely empty of moviegoers, with Roxanne's head in his crotch, creating their own adventure…

The next stop was the restaurant - well, slightly classier diner, to tell the truth. At least they had music! This time, there was no hitch with his reservation. Max lead Roxanne in, gallantly pushed the chair to help her, and they awaited someone to take their order.

"Never been here", Roxanne commented, "Probably the only such place in the whole area…"

"Hey, guess what?", Max suddenly leaned forward, Roxanne eager to listen, "My dad's told me, who wants to buy this place. Are you ready?"

Roxanne blinked and nodded.

"Flipping Mickey M. himself", he finished, watching her eyes widen in disbelief.

"You're joking!"

"Well, that news comes from my dad, so take it with a tablespoon of salt…", he chuckled, "Knowing my luck he'd rope me into working as a waiter, or something, if that was true."

Roxanne giggled.

"You'd look handsome in these aprons", she pointed to one of the waiters, "And you could book us a table more easily".

At the same time, blonde waitress arrived at their table, handling them their menus.

"Oh, looks like they have some fancy options! Which one should we choose?"

Max glanced at the list of today special dishes, trying to avert sliding side to the "prices" column. But as luck would have it, something else has caught his attention, and he re-read the options.

"Artichokes, asparagus and avocado ensemble… Big bountiful beets bruschetta, and… oysters."

Something stirred in his mind. In his pocket, he still had the rolled list of supposed sex tips, one of which mentioned 'aphrodisiacs', and they all happened to be available as dishes! Then again, the already dubious list stated that not all of these work on all women… And who knows what would happen if he chose wrong?

"Er…"

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Kiss the cat for good luck‼️

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dillydallying on the job i see

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Pound it 🐰👊

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does king the pathetic know any cool tricks ?

Uhhh he knows whatever this is

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People on tumblr are like "I'm handing all my mutuals a bowl of soup we are kissing with tongue we are the bestest of besties I am killing and dying for you" but sometimes me and the mutuals are posting completely different shit existing on the same blogging platform but really we're just standing in the alley going "ayup" at each other like fucking king of the hill.

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watching my promised afternoon thunderstorm slip from a 90% chance to a 20% chance.... baby come back i can change

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me writing fics

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Holiday Heat - ch 6

(Ao3)

"Er…", Max scratched his head, "The-the comedy! I've chosen the…"

He glanced quickly at the poster.

"…uh, 'Actual Affection Affair'", he swallowed. "Actually.", he added, hoping his blunder would go unnoticed.

"Oh, neat.", Roxanne fixed her hair, giving him a soft smile. "Come on, let's go inside!"

If Roxanne was afraid her seats would be taken, she had nothing to worry about, there were only a few couples already sitting, plus a few singles.

The movie was… boring. Or at least Max's found it so, getting a few chuckles here and there at the convoluted and contrived plotlines. Instead, the movie became an exercise in sneaking an arm around her back, and maybe getting a taste of a little bit more of physical closeness.

After all, judging by what the sounds of what those other couples have been doing, that seemed to be the goal.

Max let out a soft theatrical yawn and reached his arm over her seat's back, hoping to conduct a delicate operation of lowering it onto her shoulders. And just as he was about to do so… she shifted her position, scaring him away.

ut a moment later, Roxanne leaned onto his chest, cooing softly, twiddling the hem of her dress between her fingers. And as the characters on screen leaned towards each other, she turned her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss. Max cupped her face and brought his lips inches away from hers, as he closed his eyes too.

And then he heard a scream.

They both jumped in their seats, but couldn't see a thing - the entire room was drowned in darkness, and they could only hear the commotion and complaints from the remaining few people.

"What's goin' on?"

"What-what's happening?"

"Hey, who turned off the lights?"

"Maxie!"

He indistinctively reached for her hand, bringing her aqgainst his chest, feeling her beating heart.

"It's okay, they'll probably fix it soon…"

"Can I… hug? I know it's silly but I'm-I'm slightly scared", she whispered. "It was so unexpected!"

"Of course…", Max replied, stretching his other and to guide her. He expected her to snuggle into his arms, but instead… he felt her legs on both sides of his seat, and her arms closed around his neck.

She has straddled him.

And he wasn't the only one breathing erratically - she was doing it too, just inches away from his lips. If he could see anything, he was sure he'd be able to see goosebumps on her skin, right above her breasts… He cautiously moved his hand to her waist, not only not getting rejected, but her tightening their embrace that must have looked extremely awkward.

But that was the point - no one could see them. As he took another whiff of her intoxicating scent, his mind gladly added the missing visual component. Roxanne was naked, bouncing on his cock, for the whole audience to see, letting soft, yet carnal cry with each of his deep thrusts. And suddenly, with her gasp, Max realised that they have been moving in unison. Not to the extent of his dreams… but she was gently sliding back and forth, whispering his name in breathless, needy, desperate moans, as they traversed an unthreaded path together.

"Max… Max… MAX!"

Before he knew it, he was blinded by the light… from the ceiling.

He found himself with his face almost buried in her cleavage, with her hand on the back of his head only encouraging his endeavours, and his dangerously close to the already rolled up edge of her dress.

"Well, folks, looks like it's been sorted out.. Hey, what are you two doing?!"

The booming voice of the janitor that has just entered the room made Roxanne jump back into her seat with a shriek, straightening her wrinkled dress.

"S-Sorry sir!",, they've both apologised, their faces becoming crimson from embarrassment.

"What? I'm not talking to you, I meant these two bozos!"

And he shone beam of light from his torch at the row in front, making them both wonder what "two" did he mean, as they could only see a man's head in front of them. But then Max gasped and Roxanne had to suppress a chuckle when a woman leaned back straight up from his crotch, trying to covertly wipe something from the corner of her lips…

Max didn't try any more attempts at his luck - especially with the chance of getting caught. When the movie has ended, she sneaked a quick kiss to his cheek, letting him lead the way. But as they've left their room they've noticed quite the commotion outside the entrance to the other one, with the same elderly lady giving out refunds left, right and center to an angry mob.

"Oh, looks like they haven't fixed the electric problem in that one!", Roxanne noted,"Good thing you've chosen this movie!"

"Yeah…", Max grunted. And now, he imagined them left in that room, completely empty of moviegoers, with Roxanne's head in his crotch, creating their own adventure…

The next stop was the restaurant - well, slightly classier diner, to tell the truth. At least they had music! This time, there was no hitch with his reservation. Max lead Roxanne in, gallantly pushed the chair to help her, and they awaited someone to take their order.

"Never been here", Roxanne commented, "Probably the only such place in the whole area…"

"Hey, guess what?", Max suddenly leaned forward, Roxanne eager to listen, "My dad's told me, who wants to buy this place. Are you ready?"

Roxanne blinked and nodded.

"Flipping Mickey M. himself", he finished, watching her eyes widen in disbelief.

"You're joking!"

"Well, that news comes from my dad, so take it with a tablespoon of salt…", he chuckled, "Knowing my luck he'd rope me into working as a waiter, or something, if that was true."

Roxanne giggled.

"You'd look handsome in these aprons", she pointed to one of the waiters, "And you could book us a table more easily".

At the same time, blonde waitress arrived at their table, handling them their menus.

"Oh, looks like they have some fancy options! Which one should we choose?"

Max glanced at the list of today special dishes, trying to avert sliding side to the "prices" column. But as luck would have it, something else has caught his attention, and he re-read the options.

"Artichokes, asparagus and avocado ensemble… Big bountiful beets bruschetta, and… oysters."

Something stirred in his mind. In his pocket, he still had the rolled list of supposed sex tips, one of which mentioned 'aphrodisiacs', and they all happened to be available as dishes! Then again, the already dubious list stated that not all of these work on all women… And who knows what would happen if he chose wrong?

"Er…"

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wonderful worki. Marco is always happy to help!

We should not forget about Chloe, Jackie's girlfriend, who I'm sure would be thrilled to meet Star and Marco, and maybe even extend the bonds of an exchange student...

Neither Star or Marco really knew much about Chloe, beyond the obvious and superficial. She was an exchange student from France, at least both thought anyway, and she was Jackie's girlfriend as of however long. That was about as much as either had come to know about her, as neither ever had much time or reason to get much closer.

And yet, when Jackie somewhat playfully encouraged the pair into helping her further introduce her girlfriend to how things worked in the area, they felt compelled to oblige. Of course, it was more Star saying yes faster than Marco could think, himself having caught a few curious words in Jackie's request. Talk of making her intimately familiar with how things were done, showing her just how close and loving the people could be.

Marco caught it, and he wasn't sure Star did - until he came home from school late one day, to find Chloe already moved in and naked.

He near immediately dropped his bookbag on the floor as he found Star and Chloe entwined on his living room couch, fully bare and leaning into one another. His jaw slacked and his eyes wide, he babbled some talk about how obscene this was and worries about his parents coming home to find the two like this just as he had. All of it was said in a long, steady stream of thought, and might well have been incoherent to anyone uninitiated.

"Ah, relax, Marco," Star, very much initiated, leaned her head back as she replied. "I already asked your mom for permission and she said it was fine!"

"She said it was fine that you...have, er-" Macro, his brow raised, sought clarity as his words failed.

"Sex," Chloe interjected for his sake, her head on the couch's armrest and her accent thick as ever. "That is what you mean, yes?"

"Y-Yeah, sex..." Marco rubbed at the back of his neck. "Just, ah, don't imagine that's what you asked her, Star."

"Eh, it was something' like that," Star shrugged. "Ya gonna lose the pants, or what?"

"I-I mean, I kinda figured that's what Jackie meant," Marco explained his thoughts, or at least tried to. "But don't you think we're a bit, er, uh..."

Marco's voice drifted off again, as he merely watched Star shove her tongue into the mouth of a girl so eager to learn how others kissed in this country. Of course, Star maybe wasn't the best teacher for this sort of thing, their embrace sloppy and her hands greedy for Chloe's faintly bigger breasts. And maybe Marco was included in this because, despite the feelings not quite being mutual, Jackie had known he had a way with his lips beyond simple words.

So, Marco sighed, reluctant and curious at once as he unzipped his fly and shimmied out of his pants as he approached the couch. Left in his briefs, he leaned down slowly, cautiously, and saw the pair smirking at him. Star's was wide, playful, while Chloe's was sharper and more tempting. As if she were daring him to lean further forward, daring him to ease his tongue along her own and press his lips tight to hers.

It felt...weirdly really good to kiss Jackie's girlfriend. She wasn't half bad at this, especially given he was technically upside down for her. That was adjusted when Star moved herself back and brought Marco onto the couch proper. He found himself made to straddle Chloe's naked hips as his hoodie was unzipped and his shirt was pulled off from behind by a Star who just as soon kissed down his neck.

Fully naked along with them, Marco lost whatever hesitation he might have had left. Even as he noticed the front door still a bit ajar, he leaned into Chloe's lips and felt it as her hands ran along his sides. He jolted some as Star groped at his ass, moaned as her tongue lashed down his back and along one cheek. She gnawed, playfully, at his backside, while Chloe sucked at his tongue until it felt near dry.

"Ah," Chloe muttered. "So that is what she meant."

"Uh, did Jackie...kiss and tell?" Marco bashfully asked, unsure if the pair had ever had a kiss quite like that.

"The kiss is not what I meant." Chloe grinned, her eyes glancing down his frame.

Marco realized just what she was talking about as he felt a throb along his cock and a hand at the base. Star stroked him slowly, whispered taunts and teases into his ear about how they had to do this. That she was begging to learn from the best before he got home, that she was excited to take him. Marco struggled, sweat at his brow, and ultimately nodded into a kiss with Star as she helped grind the swollen tip of his cock into Chloe's unprotected pussy.

He was slow, careful, unaware if he was taking her virginity or not. And it seemed to work, for a time, as Chloe offered a running commentary of sorts. She muttered about how big it was for their age group, how hard it felt inside of her, how she could seemingly feel every twitch and throb as inch after inch was comfortably thrust into her. Then, however, her legs rose off the couch and locked around his waist, while Star pushed at the small of his back until he was leaned forward.

"Mh," Chloe chuckled a warm laugh in his face. "Mate me, Marco Diaz."

Star only grinned next to him, nearly hanging off his back. "Ya gonna tell that cute face no?"

Marco didn't give a vocal reply, but instead nodded again, more deliberately and firmly than before. He reared back into the palms of Star's hands, then thrust sharply forward. Again, the two cooed in near unison, and Marco repeated the act. Again and again and again. Each time was harsher, more aggressive than the last, with a smacking of skin soon echoing off either of their bodies at his increasingly rapid pace.

Soon enough, Marco was pounding Chloe's tight, eager pussy into his couch. His tongue was left to slip into her mouth, though it didn't stay there long. Star pushed his head back and made him sit up as much as Chloe's locked up legs would allow. His knees dug into the cushion, he watched Star climb around him and shove her perky, tight ass down to Chloe's waiting mouth.

His heart raced to a thunderous beat as he watched Chloe rim Star out, as her tongue lashed up along Star's slit and teased at the fringes of her budding blonde bush. It only made him thrust harder, faster, more furiously as Chloe clenched her pussy around every inch of his cock. She squeezed him as Star's mouth found his own again, another sloppy kiss shared between them with drool leaking down onto Chloe's naked chest, Star's pleasure leaking onto her face and Marco's draining into her womb.

Macro kept thrusting despite his orgasm, for a time at least. He slowed just as well though, buried every inch until pressure forced him out. The rest of his load shot across Chloe's faintly toned stomach, while Star's own relief dribbled down along Chloe's chin and along her neck while Chloe herself moaned in her native, smothered tongue. It took what felt like full minutes before Marco moved again, leaning slowly from Star's lips and groaning as he pried his cock from Chloe's ruined pussy.

"Well, ah..." Marco slumped back along the empty cushion behind him. "How's that for, uh, a lesson?"

"The first lesson," Star chimed in, as if she'd not missed a beat, from her seat atop Chloe's face. "Of many!"

"I-I don't know if we should, er..." Marco glanced away, crimson in his cheeks. "Get her hopes up, Star. She might not be able to take anything more than that, and I didn't even mean to-"

"I would love a second lesson!" Chloe's voice came from beneath Star's weight, itself shifted just enough for her to speak.

"Er, well," Marco anxiously chuckled. "Maybe we can talk about-"

"Now." Chloe, her voice more stern, immediately added. "Right now."

Marco glanced to Star, who only carried a grin as she sipped herself off of Chloe altogether. She pulled herself over the armrest and managed to find her footing, leaving Chloe's sweaty, smirking expression exposed. Her lips only sharpened as Star leaned over to splay the lips of her pussy apart, flaunting the mess that was made while goading Marco into making another.

"The girl's eager'ta learn, Mr. Diaz," Star teased, tugging up on Chloe's thighs to better reveal her asshole. "Ya gonna say no to that?"

"Just, uh..." Marco swallowed, then took hold of the base of his cock with a faint smirk of his own. "Keep our star student steady, Ms. Butterfly. This next lesson's gonna be a bit...rough."

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dming people is so scary it feels like im walking directly into their bedroom and putting some bullshit on their bed

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you mean the platypus show