I sat on the back deck, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer with my boyfriend of the past two years. He was leaning against the railing, over looking the city streets with a stern look on his face. I sat back in a plastic chair, my legs pulled to my chest, my eyes looking over his skinny, tall frame. I took in his appearance. He was in a pair of black skinny jeans, his plaid boxers hanging out the top. He had no shirt on, his skin was tan from the San Diego sun. His hair was growing shaggy, it was still blonde from his peroxide experiment a few months back. His left arm was propped on the railing, showing a few tattoos here and there, and a cigarette in his left hand. His eyes were squinting in the sun, his mouth was playing with the ring that sat in the right corner of his lower lip.

He turned and looked at me, a smile tugging at his lips, "I could get used to you in nothing but underwear."

My cheeks turned red, "I could get used to you naked all the time."

He threw his cigarette off the railing before walking over to me and pressing a firm kiss to my forehead, "Behave."

"I don't want to," I smirked up at him.

"Cassie," he groaned. I giggled and butt my cigarette out in the ashtray. I then stood up from my chair, stretched, making sure my boobs bounced as I raised my arms, and reached for the sliding glass door. "You are killing me, woman."

I snickered and walked inside, the change in light making my eyes hurt. I threw my empty beer bottle into the trash before taking a seat on the counter in the kitchen. I saw Mike walk through the door, shaking his head when he saw me. "Make me pancakes, please."

He laughed as he approached me, "I don't understand why you can't cook for yourself. You've practically live here."

"Because when I make pancakes they're shaped like fucking Mexico, and when you make them you make cute little Mickey Mouse ones for me," I grinned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my hands playing with the spiky blonde mess on his head. "When can I dye your hair back to dark brown, blondie?"

"Never. I'm never dying my hair again after this shit grows out," he laughed and leaned in to give me a kiss. "Now go take a shower and your pancakes will be ready when you're out."


I walked down the hallway towards his room, stripped myself of my undies and grabbed my towel off the back of his door. I made my way to the bathroom and got in the shower. I brushed my teeth while the water warmed up. I looked at my reflection. My long, dark hair was a nappy mess from our sex last night, my eyeliner was smeared under my eyes, my tan skin was in desperate need of lotion. A dark purple hickey was sitting on my collar bone, I was going to have to yell at Mike about that. I took a shower and blow dried my hair before getting dressed and walking back out to the kitchen.

There were two Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes sitting on a plate, smothered in butter and syrup, waiting for me at the table. I immediately sat down and started eating away. "Thank you," I mumbled with syrup coming out of my mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he laughed as he took a bite of his own food. "You look better in my clothes than I do."

"I know," I grinned before taking a sip of the coffee he made for me. "I'm so happy we didn't go to school today. I'm so sore. By the way," I pointed my syrup covered fork at him, "You left a damn hickey on my collar. Momma isn't going to be happy."

He smirked, "My bad."

"I knew you guys didn't go to school," Vic laughed from the entrance of the kitchen. "Mike, this is your last year; you can't be skipping often. Mom's going to get on your ass."

Mike rolled his eyes, "This is like the fifth day I've skipped."

"It's only October," Vic shook his head and poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting at the table with us. "Don't grades come out soon?"

"Next week," I groaned. "We have an Algebra exam on Friday."

"You better sit by me," Mike mumbled.

"If I get caught letting you cheat I can get kicked off the cheer team."

He laughed, "I'll be discreet."

"Right," Vic laughed. "Well, I have to go to work. You probably shouldn't let Mom know that you didn't go to school. I'll see you guys later."

"Not me! I have cheer practice from three to six," I whined, sticking my bottom lip out.

Vic pressed a kiss to the top of my head, "Like you're not going to come back here afterwards."

"I can't tonight. I promised Julie that I would study with her for the math test… and I haven't seen my mom in days." Mike went to speak, "No you can't spend the night. There's no way I can sneak you in the house. Frankie has been getting up in the middle of the night and coming into my room, so it would just be bad."

Vic laughed while walking out the front door, "Tell Momma I love her."

Mike stood up from the table and grabbed the dirty plates and placed them in the sink. He then came over to me and picked me up out of my chair, wrapping his long arms around me and kissing my lips firmly. I pulled away from his face with a smile, his face soon mimicking mine. He stuck his tongue out and licked the corner of my mouth, making a comment that I had syrup on me.

He sighed while looking in my eyes, "I love you, Cass."

"I love you too, baby," I blushed. I never got tired of hearing him telling me he loved me, even if he had been saying it for about a year and a half. "You're my world."

He smiled softly, "Movie?"

"Only if I can pick it," I kissed his nose and he set me on the floor, mumbling the word fine. I grinned and ran into the living room.

I turned on Beetlejuice and then took my seat on the couch next to Mike. We sat in our normal position; him sitting slightly leaned back, his legs stretched out and feet on the coffee table, whereas my body was laying across the couch, my head in his lap. His hands running through my hair.


Halfway through the movie, we were already occupied. I was on his lap, his lips were attached to mine. His hands ran up and down my sides underneath the shirt I was wearing as he moved his lips to my jaw, pressing small kisses as he got closer and closer to my neck.

He moved his hands to my chest and chuckled against my skin, "I knew you weren't wearing a bra.

"I'm not wearing underwear either," I giggled as he groaned.

He pulled his mouth from my neck and looked me in the eyes, "Bedroom. Now."

I ran into the room after taking my shirt off and throwing it on the floor in the hallway, I heard his feet fast behind me. I jumped onto his bed while ripping the boxers off my bottom half, kicking them onto the floor. He walked in the room and smirked at me before un-buttoning his pants and pulling them down his long legs. He started to make his way towards the bed.

I licked my lips as he stood next to the bed, "You're not allowed on the bed unless you're nakey." I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down; his dick popped out and nearly smacked me in the face. "No foreplay. Just fuck me," I growled as I grabbed onto his hands, pulling him on top of me.

"Your wish is my command," he smirked and pressed his lips against mine before pushing his length in me.


A gasp left my lips and my eyes closed at the feeling. He wasted no time in rocking his hips against mine, driving me crazy with every deep movement. I looked up at him with my eyes half open, his big brown eyes were closed, his mouth was in the shape of an O, small grunts coming out of it. My hips were moving along with him, and he took it as his chance to move in deeper. As I pushed my hips up to meet his, he pulled out all the way and plowed back into me. A squeal escaped my lips, his eyes snapped open and he looked at me. My top teeth were gnawing on my bottom lip.

He smirked, "I love when you bite your lip."

I blushed and he repeated his actions, pushing deep into me once again. Another squeal came out and my hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheet underneath us. He kept his eyes locked with mine while his hands grabbed my legs, holding them up in the air as he fucked me. Both of us began to breathe heavily. I was so ready for a release. My tongue ran over my lips, them becoming dry from my mouth being open. A few more deep thrusts and my orgasm came like a giant ocean wave. My body shook as I called out Mike's name; seconds after he pulled out and busted all over my stomach.

"Fuck," he sighed as he got off the bed, grabbed a tissue, and came over to clean me up. He threw the tissue away and crawled on the bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing a kiss to my cheek, "Cassandra Lee Merjos, I cannot wait to make you my wife one day."

I giggled and rubbed my cheek against his shoulder before kissing it, "You are such a loser sometimes."

"Don't crush my dreams," he laughed and ran a hand down my side, tickling it lightly. "This is when you say I love you, Mikey."

"I love you, Mikey," I said in a baby voice while sitting up and poking his cheek, grinning.

He chuckled, "Shit head."

Notes

Hey guys! I've really wanted to post this story for a long time, but since I've been so busy with Sam's Town I haven't been able to do so! This story is going to take place in 2003 - Mike is a senior at Mission Bay and Cassie is a junior. (If you've seen Mike's high school pictures, you'd understand why his hair is blonde in this). This story is going to have a lot of things that are going to pull on your heart strings, and I'm hoping to update it more often than Sam's Town.

Cassie's Outfit

Let me know what you think about it!
This won't be posted on my regular Mibba account.
xoxoxo.