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The place was so familiar, and yet it felt so foreign to her, now. Before university, she had walked onto that veranda and through that door so many times. Visit after visit, season after season, year after year. And yet, she was now a stranger, an intruder.
As if he had read her thoughts, Fred picked that exact moment to throw open the door and greet her with his trade-mark grin. "Bay-bee! Don't just stand there - it's like a million degrees, out there! Mi casa es su casa! You know that!"
She gulped, and hurried up the stairs. "Hi, Fred...! I just got off the hover..."
"Where are my manners!" the boy cut her short, as if THAT wasn't rude. He reached out and grabbed her bag, carrying it the remaining two steps into the house. Admittedly, it was nice to have her poor shoulder freed, like that.
She entered after him, into the shadows. The little house was indeed quite dark, with most of the windows covered, the air stagnant, the smell slightly sweet in a not entirely pleasant way. Despite the big talk about protecting her from the aggressive summer heat outside, it seemed Fred still hadn't replaced his shoddy old air conditioning. Possibly still the very same one that had survived both of his parents.
She had to grin. Oh yes - she started feeling at home, again.
He dropped her bag off near the stairs - one leading up to the bedrooms, the second straight down into the beckoning basement.
How many times these last few weeks had Baia daydreamed of going down there again, to withdraw from the world, just her and Fred, just like old times...
Fred turned around and unfolded again, still smiling all over his face. The ceiling was quite low here, so even though Fred wasn't that much taller than her, Baia always instinctively worried that he would hit his head.
While she struggled to get any words out of her throat, Baia couldn't help but mirror Fred's smile. He always had that effect on her. She still remembered the first time he had ever smiled at her.
"How was your trip?" Fred asked. "It's a long journey, all the way up the drycoast, ain't it? Not too sore, in all the wrong places?"
"Urgh," Baia lamented, not entirely displeased with the heat rising up in her face, "Four hours. Tell me why I did this, again...?"
He put one of his big, warm hands on her shoulder and cleared his throat. "Bay-bee, just as in ancient times, a salmon would return to her summer nesting grounds in the tundra, and a migratory bird would swim up the stream she was born in, you too will face whatever hardship is needed to get stoned in my basement."
That hit her in a weird way. She threw her arms around his belly, and rested her head on his broad chest. He had lost weight, but was still nice and soft around the edges.
"University is a little scary," she sniffed.
He patted her on the back. "Well, you COULD have stayed in this little shithole town to perfect the art of being a deadbeat loser, just like me. But Noooo, madame had to move to the big city, and make me so very proud."
She looked up with a sheepish grin. "Got any food?"
"Define 'food'," he mused.
"Good to see some things truly never change," Baia sighed.
Except there was now an entirely unexpected noise. Footsteps, coming down the stairs. Even before the long, slender legs appeared, Baia felt that there was a distinctly feminine quality, to those footsteps.
Baia immediately tensed up. Fred had been living alone, ever since his mother had died. She could count on one hand, all the people she had ever encountered, between these walls.
What descended from above was nothing short of a goddess. Long, flowing hair, a light summer dress. An expensive looking purse. The figure of a supermodel. Gold-rimmed glasses, and beneath that, a big, white smile of perfect teeth that Baia instinctively feared more than any shark.
In her black, oversized shirt and baggy pants, bashfully concealing her more pudding-like physique, Baia felt, not for the first time, that she might as well have been a completely different gender of person, next to another woman.
"Carola!" Fred sang, his face illuminated by the stranger's emergence. "There you are!"
He put a hand on the small of her back, and to Baia's silent horror, they kissed one another on the cheek. Loudly.
Fred gestured towards his pitiful potato sack of a high school friend. "Baia, Carola, you have met!"
"Hi! It's been a while, hasn't it," Carola said as she grabbed Baia's pasty, sweaty hand.
"Hello," Baia said with a fearful little nod. Truth was, she was drawing a blank, which certainly did nothing to improve her feelings of being at a disadvantage, here.
Carola gave Fred another one of those awful, awful little kisses. "I gotta bounce! See you guys later? I'm just gonna leave my stuff upstairs, for a bit, yeah?" She poked Fred's nose with one of her manicured fingernails. "Don't you dare touch anything, understood?"
"I really wanted to try out one of your bras, though," Fred protested. "The leopard one?"
She playfully slapped his chest, and turned towards Baia with a sigh. "How did YOU ever put up with him, poor thing? Anyway..." Carola produced a pair of killer high heels out of seemingly nowhere. "REALLY gotta go. Next meeting starts in half an hour."
She pointed at Baia now. "We'll catch up...!"
"Love you, too!" Fred snorted, as the strange summer fairy creature leapt out of the door.
He turned back to Baia with a shrug. "Always busy, that one. She spent the night. Got a conference downtown. Big, successful girls, all around..."
He patted Baia on the shoulder again, but she didn't feel as comforted as before. Not anymore. In fact, she kinda wanted to grab her bag, and run away...
But Fred left her no time to stew in this. He clapped his hands. "Sustenance! And then, back to home base, what do you say? Hehe. Help me carry?"
As if on autopilot, she followed Fred into the kitchen, where they grabbed ice tea and several bags full of chips. Blissfully, there was even some leftover moussaka, preserved in tupperware.
And so, Baia followed the boy down into the basement. She found that she was staring at his broad back in a weird way.
As always, the room temperature in Fred's basement was a lot nicer. The early afternoon sun hit the windows at just the right angle to let in a good amount of daylight.
Fred had actually cleaned up, a bit. No crumbs on the floor, this time, and new beanbags. An expensive looking yoga matt. There was even a new TV.
"Got a little upgrade?" Baia suggested.
"Yup," Fred confirmed, with audible pride. "I essentially live down here, this time of the year, so I thought, what the hell."
That really made Baia wonder how his path had ever crossed with someone like CAROLA, but she was able to repress that remark.
He threw open the door to the bathroom. "Even got a new showerhead, and replaced that damn toilet seat."
"Thank goodness," Baia blurted out, "If you don't mind..."
The boy liberated the path with an elegant little bow, and she rushed inside.
The new toilet seat really was a nice change. Baia remembered that the old one had given her splinters, once. Especially damning, considering it had been a plastic seat.
She had barely had time to re-emerge from the facilities, the flush still ringing in everyone's ears, when Fred shoved an open bag of chips onto her face. Just as well - she was starving.
They let themselves plop into the beanbags.
"So what are your new quarters like, anyway? In university?" Fred asked with a full mouth. "In my mind, I always default to what it looks like in the movies."
"It's... Fine," Baia said, after a little gulp. "They wanted to put me in a little cupboard thing, at first, squeezed between a trash chute and the boiler room, but I stood my ground, for once..." She actually perked up a little, at that. She was kinda proud of herself.
"Well, that's good, right? So where DID you end up?"
"Regular room, I guess. Small, but clean. Weird carpeted floor, from at least thirty years ago. I share it with another girl..."
Fred raised his eyebrows. "Oh-ho? Pretty? Smart? Nubile? What is her opinion on tall chubby basement dwellers?"
Baia threw a potato chip at him.
"Hey, I gotta ask," Fred said in his defense.
Do you, now, Baia wondered, thinking about a certain Carola character again. Out loud, she said: "Seriously though, I don't know all that much about her... She's always reading, or on her phone, if she's even in the room at all... It's more difficult than I thought, making friends..."
"Eh. Give it another couple of weeks. If nothing else, sharing a small living space like that will inevitably give you two something to talk about. Don't sweat it, Bay-bee..."
Baia nodded meekly. His voice and his words were soothing. And she knew there was wisdom, in what he was saying. She unclenched somewhat.
Her mind wandered back into the distant past. She could almost see her younger self, on her knees not too far from where she was sitting now, entertaining her friend by holding an overflowing soda bottle to her groin as a makeshift phallus, and pretending to be ejaculating all over the place...
"So, with that established..." Fred winked at her. "What are the romance options like, on campus? See anything you like?"
Baia violently crashed back into the present day, thinking her face was gonna melt. "Uh... Different crowd than what you see around these parts, that's for sure... But, I dunno..."
"I'm just teasing," Fred chuckled. "Still... I have certain stereotypes, when it comes to university, see. Lots of young people from all over the empire, squeezed tightly together... A time to explore... To discover... Write your own personal Kama Sutra..."
This time, Fred got the entire chips bag, to his stupid face.
"Oy! Alright, alright, I get it. That's not your cup of tea."
Regretting it almost as soon as the words had left her mouth, Baia snapped: "My cup of tea is perfectly fine, THANK YOU...! I have you know, I am a VERY sensual being." She had been unable to make that sound like a joke. "I am... Oh, you are impossible...!"
Fred stuck out his tongue. "Hey, no shame in it. Not everyone is... adventurous and athletic, in that sort of way. There is a great dignity, in being a pillow princess. Barely anyone even makes it to doggy style, really..."
Unacceptable! "How DARE you, sir! I'm not THAT sessile," Baia protested, a little louder than she would have liked.
"Oh yeah?" Fred laughed. "Let's see it, then. Let's figure this out. Show me your moves." He clapped his hands, and gestured to the yoga matt.
Baia could feel herself clench up again, but there was something else within her, as well. Annoyance. No, defiance. She'd show that smug prick who's boss...!
"Alright, you asked for it," she grunted.
To her satisfaction, she saw his eyes widen, as she actually got down on the yoga matt on all fours, pushing her rear end in his general direction.
Seeing how there was no way back, Baia decided to go all in. She looked over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. "So? You're coming, bro?" She didn't even stammer. Nice.
Visibly startled, and with awkward movements, Fred got down on his knees, and scooted up behind her. Seeing him flustered like that, the smug bravado punched out of him, was a treat all of its own.
Baia held her breath.
To his credit, he did not chicken out - he reached out and grabbed her love handles, gently but firmly. Then his groin came to rest on her backside.
She exhaled in relief. Whatever his other faults were, he was steadfast, in what he did.
"There," she wheezed. "Now I guess I'll just go..."
She withdrew a little, and then slammed her butt against him. She got a cute little grunt out of him.
"Mhm," Fred hummed, maintaining a detached tone that almost could have fooled her, as he was struggling to keep cool. "There is a sort of rhythm to it, I believe..."
Tentatively, they moved back and forth.
"Actually," he suggested, "let's try an angle, of sorts? Try going down on your elbows..."
Baia did as he asked, and lowered herself down until even her face came to rest on the ground, while her butt remained high up in the air.
"Hmmm... You're right, that's better," she said, "A bit more comfortable..."
However, after a few more moments of awkward humping, she had to throw in the towel.
"Okay, no. My back is starting to hurt," she complained.
"See?" Fred chuckled in audible relief, and she could practically feel his shit eating grin burn into the back of her head. "Not so easy after all, big girl."
She scowled at him. "Oh, we're not done yet! You wanna see my moves? Get down, boy."
His eyes widened, but he threw up his hands. "Yes, ma'am...!"
He rolled down onto the yoga matt, and she immediately climbed on top of him.
"Urrgh!" He made, as she sank into his tummy with her whole weight.
"Oups. Sorry, hehe... Let me see..." She scooted around for a bit, until their groins were aligned. She couldn't look him into the eyes, now - frankly, she had no idea where to look.
There were the jeans between them, of course, but still... He felt very hot, under her. Very... Real. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
No way to chicken out now. But maybe there was an elegant solution, for this...
"Say, I always wanted to try this one," she gasped, trying to sound nonchalant.
With another gasp for air, she swung her leg around, turned, and sat down on him again, now facing away.
"Reverse cowgirl!" Fred observed. "Nice. Good choice, dude. It's said to be more satisfying for you, that way, I believe."
"Uh-huh," she sighed, glad he couldn't see her face anymore. She tentatively started moving her pelvis, arching her back, trying out circular motions.
His hands were on her again, gentle, comforting, but with a very firm grip. He helped her along, pushing and pulling.
They probably both realized at the same time that this went on for a little bit longer than pure proof of concept would have required. And then a bit longer still.
It turned into genuine grinding. Before she could stop herself, Baia let out a thundering moan. Hearing this, the boy reflexively bucked his hips beneath her, and her face turned to lava.
"Too hot," she wheezed, "Fuck. I am getting so SWEATY. Let me just..."
Looking somewhat stunned, the boy observed her climbing off of him, and wriggling out of her jeans, revealing her striped white and blue panties. She could tell that they were riding up her asscrack. What a shitshow.
Struggling to regain some sort of composure and control, she reached back and adjusted her underwear, stretching it over her buttocks to the extend it was possible. Clearly it would only be a temporary solution, but whatever. At this point, protecting her modesty had become a very relative term.
She didn't dare to look at his face while she did this, but there was a distinct sense that he was radiating more heat than before. He wasn't the only one.
"There...!" she breathed. "Where were we..."
She assumed her position on top of his groin again. Much better. It felt really good to have her legs freed, like that. Feel the draft rustling through the stubble of her leg hair. She felt... Lighter. But also, there was now very little cloth between her clitoris and the boy.
She pressed down on him again, and sighed.
He didn't leave her hanging. Grunting quietly, he was swinging his pelvis around as well, lifting her up and lowering her down, even make her do a little butt-hop, from time to time.
He had also grabbed her midsection again. And after a few moments, the most enterprising of his fingers slipped under the very bottom of her shirt, digging into her fat rolls. Oh, for crying out loud, one little finger even probed under the rim of her panties.
Part of her wanted to feel very, very ashamed of how deeply his fingers were able to sink in. Except, his grip was steadfast, and without hesitation. She had the clear sense that he didn't give a flying fuck about her muffin tops.
That thought caused her to accelerate, and press down harder. She was rewarded with another rippling wave of pleasure. She even rolled her shoulders around, suddenly eager to move as many muscles as possible.
"Your belt!" She said. "Uh, would you mind...?"
She raised her butt, in a surprisingly dainty fashion, and he immediately unbuckled. She reached around, and helped him pull down the pants altogether.
With a sigh, she sat down on him again, now both of their lower halves only covered in underwear. Much better, still. His shorts were of a light, soft fabric. Ideal for sliding around on.
She could also feel his plentiful erection much better, now. She could actually glide along the shaft, with her labia and clitoris, even if there was still textile between them.
She could feel him twitch under her, pulsating.
Stubbornly, she wanted to keep going, to double down, chase after that delightful and infuriating scrabble in her pelvis, but physical reality caught up with her.
"My knees hurt," she cried. "Sorry, but, could we...?"
"Oh, sure!" the boy gasped, all of his previous snark and bravado seemingly gone for good.
With chivalrous grace, he helped her climb down. He even reached out and brushed some of her hair out of her sweaty face.
And yet, he looked surprised when she rolled down on her back and spread her legs.
She reached up, making greedy little grabbing motions with her hands. "Come...! One more pose I want to try. The traditional!"
"That's a bit boring," he teased, though not very convincingly. "What did I say about pillow princesses, earlier...?"
"Don't mock it until you've tried it," she snorted. "For all you know, I am a missionary GODDESS."
"We'll see about that!" he wheezed, and gingerly lowered himself on top of her.
There was his erection, again. The separation had been awful...! Gently, he started grinding it into her panties. She let out another most undignified moan.
"Uhm, goddess?" he objected. "You're no longer really doing anything, lazy buns."
"Shut your fucking fuck," she gasped, surprised at the urgency in her nonsense statement. There was a wrath, growing within her. A primal darkness, that felt something slip away from between its blocky teeth without her permission.
"I am just saying, if the goal of this exercise was..." he began.
She grabbed his neck, and forced him to look deeply into her eyes.
"Boy," she growled, her voice so deep it no longer sounded like her own, "Keep grinding. You BETTER keep grinding."
"Yes, ma'am!" the boy chirped, his eyes wide.
He pressed down on her more firmly than ever, and picked up speed. She cried out, and threw her head back. Her panties were soaked. His shorts had to be full of pre-cum, at this point.
They synchronized into one powerful, synchronized milling, and she came with a deep sigh. It was rippling and pulsating all through her body, radiating out from her groin.
The boy shuddered, clearly on the verge of climax himself, and tried to withdraw in time. In a flutter of panic, she held him back, digging her fingers into his broad back. No, no, no! Not while she was still riding out the contractions...!
And thus, the boy soiled both pairs of underpants.
He collapsed on top of her, and they both started laughing.
"So gross!" She wheezed.
"Yeah, seriously," he confirmed, "We're the worst. Peak cringe."
Their eyes met, and they laughed even harder. On an impulse, the boy kissed her tenderly on the lips, and she loved him for that.
"Shower?" He proposed.
"Definitely," she confirmed.
He didn't even have to ask - when she saw him strip out of his clothes, she hurried up doing the same, and squeezed into the shower with him.
