Heat of the Moment

Chapter 10: Telling What Your Heart Meant


On the twin bed in Bobby Drake’s room, two semi-bashful, stark-naked teenagers shifted themselves to lie lengthwise – they had previously lain athwart – and rolled onto their sides, their eyes meeting amidst a swirl of arousal and uncertainty. Kitty’s cheeks carried faint pink streaks, and Bobby’s breathing maintained an accelerated pace. Their bare skin pressed together in some places, merely brushed in others.

“We’re naked,” Kitty murmured, not trusting herself to speak up just now. “Now what?”

Bobby swallowed nervously, hearing in Kitty’s question and the tone of her voice her yearning to make love, her desire for them to interact in that most intimate way. “I’m really turned on right now,” he hedged, certain that she could read his intent: he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he couldn’t bring himself to crassly say so.

The young woman bit her lip and nodded; her skin rippled briefly into miniature hills with the thrill of knowing he wanted her. “Same here,” she whispered, her intent to reassure him beyond any doubt that she herself had none.

Bobby leaned toward her, and she toward him, their lips locking in a heated kiss that quickly saw their tongues nuzzling inside their conjoined mouths. The young man guided her to lie back while he rolled atop her, savoring the feel of her body, her warm skin, her ‘secret garden’, against him. Vaguely Kitty felt ashamed of how quickly and easily her legs fell open for him, but she ultimately decided she’d crossed the boundary of ‘propriety’ with that first tryst.

Kitty wrapped her arms around Bobby’s neck while his hands ranged up and down her back and sides. Without breaking the kiss, she managed to scoot a bit farther away from the edge of the bed, assuaging her fear that they might roll off in flagrante. Doing so caused her to thrust her hips against Bobby’s erection, which only fueled her arousal further.

“Geez, Kitty… hold your horses,” Bobby teased between kisses. Before she could respond that she wasn’t all that impatient, his hands moved to rest on her hips, his thumbs stretching down into her nether region to hold her open for him. They both gasped in surprised pleasure at the contact, revealing as it did that Kitty’s arousal had seeped out to coat the contours of her sex.

In that moment of surprised pleasure, Kitty’s legs twitched. Her left foot bumped into something, but it wasn’t until Bobby shifted himself downward – to properly align them for intercourse – that she could see what the object was: the plastic bag holding the pregnancy test, dropped when things had grown passionate and forgotten until just now. Just as Bobby started to penetrate her, she stopped him by planting her knees against his hips.

“Kitty, what’s with the jiu-jitsu?” He tried – and mostly succeeded – to sound more concerned than annoyed.

“I can’t believe,” she began breathlessly, “we almost forgot the, um, protection… again.” She pointed to the plastic-wrapped reminder on the bed.

Immediately the young man recoiled from his would-be lover, his face frozen in a grimace. “Dammit, you’re right, sorry.” He started looking from side to side. “I, um, oughta have one around here somewhere…”

“You have a condom stash?” Kitty asked, surprised to the point of incredulity – she never would have guessed that he thought himself such a Casanova, given everything she knew about him and his general image as a “good guy.”

Bobby didn’t respond to her question immediately, rummaging about this room for a prophylactic. He checked the most likely locations – wallet, nightstand, underwear and sock drawers, bathroom cabinet – to no avail. His right hand intermittently strayed to his groin, caressing or stroking to maintain his erection.

For her part, Kitty didn’t mind that Bobby hadn’t answered her, because she was busily enjoying the inadvertent show she was witnessing. Especially that ass, she mused. I can’t wait to get my hands on it again. The thought spurred her to assist in the search, aid which at first constituted merely sitting up and looking around on the floor. On a hunch she checked under the bed, but her search came up empty.

Meanwhile, Bobby exited his bathroom, at a loss for where to look next – in fact, even whether or not to continue looking at all. His thoughts were arrested by the sight of Kitty’s lower half – her tight, pert bum; her lower legs raised for balance, toes pointed toward the ceiling; her parted legs exposing fully her glistening-wet pussy. Resisting the urge to jump her while she was in such an inviting position required every ounce of willpower the young man possessed.

Kitty sat up when she started feeling faint from hanging upside-down, her face redder than it had been thus far. Upon finding Bobby staring at her, she just shook her head. “Nothing. Any luck?”

“No. I mean, I only had the one handed out in guys’ sex ed, when Mr. Summers passed them out.” Another moment’s thought triggered a likely scenario: “I bet John swiped mine before he left, figuring I’d never need it.” Bobby rolled his eyes at his former friend’s probable logic.

Chewing her lip, Kitty propped herself up on her elbows. “So, what do we do? No condom equals no sex, but I’m really, really turned on.” Her hips thrust fractionally into the open air, underscoring the young woman’s quandary.

Equally frustrated, Bobby lay down next to her, racking his brain for a suggestion. Before long, he came up with, “We could just… touch each other, I guess.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the young woman pressed herself against him, permitting her hands free rein to roam her boyfriend’s well-toned body. Her fingers traced his abs, pecs, deltoids, quads, biceps – practically any major muscle group she could reach. She especially savored gripping the glutes she’d recently been admiring.

Despite his fleeting surprise at his girlfriend’s enthusiasm, the young man swiftly responded in kind. Relishing the feel of her warm skin pressed against him, he lightly traced the hollow of her neck and the dip of her waist between ribs and hips. Eagerly he caressed her butt, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, all of which created a wonderful blend of smooth, soft, and firm textures for him to enjoy.

The couple traded kisses to various parts of one another’s face and neck. They squirmed and writhed in response to the other’s caresses. They uttered low-pitched noises of desire and pleasure, especially when Bobby’s member would twitch against Kitty’s hip or when Kitty would rub her wetness against Bobby’s thigh.

Of one unspoken accord, the two teenagers slipped one hand between them to the other’s groin. In order to fully situate themselves, Kitty scooted a bit further toward the foot of the bed and lifted one leg until it was perpendicular to the bed, her foot resting flat on the mattress. Gingerly, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and started stroking with barely-contained enthusiasm.

The young man groaned. “That feels great.”

The young woman smirked impishly. “I saw how you did it to keep yourself hard earlier.”

“Right… bear with me if I don’t know… how to touch you.” With that, he began caressing her sensitive nether lips.

“Th-that’sagoodstart,” Kitty assured him, barely containing a moan.

Encouraged, Bobby pressed his fingertip between the folds and onto a little nub of flesh toward the front – the term ‘clitoris’ sprang forth from the recesses of his mind from the sex-ed class he’d mentioned to Kitty. He decided to try rubbing up and down at the same pace Kitty was using to stroke him. She rewarded him with a long moan, accompanied by her eyes rolling back into her head until the lids fluttered shut.

What little cogent thought Kitty could muster she devoted to altering the pattern of her strokes. She began, as Bobby had earlier, by focusing on the tip, pulling the ridge of the circumcision scar over the flared edges of the head, a strategy which earned her a few groans. Next, she experimented with full-length strokes, which – to her delight – triggered Bobby thrusting into her hand. Finally, she tried rubbing closer to the base of the shaft, where it joined the rest of the body; while failing to garner a direct reaction, she realized when she returned to the first technique that her hand was quickly covered with slick pre-cum.

As he stroked Kitty’s most sensitive spot, Bobby enjoyed Kitty’s building reactions. He knew he would never forget how her eyebrows and eyelids would contract and relax with the periodic surges of pleasure she was feeling. His own eyes shut themselves in short order, unable to remain open during the sensory onrush overwhelming him. Nevertheless, when she began bucking her hips and moaning his name, he experienced a primal, deep-seated thrill.

Suddenly – too suddenly for any verbal warning – Bobby’s dick pulsed in Kitty’s hand, spilling his seed all over his stomach; a fair amount coated Kitty’s palm, though, because she didn’t immediately cease her ministrations. Never before, not even during their full-fledged tryst, had Kitty felt as sexy as she did at that moment; the joy, the triumph, the sheer euphoria of that instant – of making Bobby cum with just her hand – initiated her own climax. “Bobby! Oh yes! Yes! YES!” she cried, without the slightest apprehension regarding her volume.

“Kitty… oh God… ohhh God yes,” Bobby groaned, on the trailing edge of his own orgasm. Dimly he admired the look on Kitty’s face: mouth open so wide he could see the filling in one of her molars, eyes clamped shut and framed by her signature bangs plastered to her face by sweat, eyebrows furrowed into symmetrical S-shapes. If I didn’t know better, he mused, I’d think she was in pain.

Gradually the paired orgasms abated, leaving both teenagers breathless and flat on their backs. Bonelessly Bobby reached over to his nightstand for a box of tissues. He pulled out a half-dozen, handed half of those to Kitty, and began blotting the semen from his stomach and chest. Kitty languorously wiped off her hand, figuring she’d need to wash up once her legs stopped feeling like rubber. Having one tissue left, she gently wiped off Bobby’s rapidly-softening penis.

Once they finished cleaning up, Bobby tossed the used tissues into a nearby wastebasket. Kitty couldn’t help but giggle contagiously.

Bobby chuckled as well. “What’s so funny?”

“Your ‘mad skills’. Nothing but net, even with wadded-up Kleenex.”

Bobby’s only response was to take Kitty’s hand in his. “That’s one of the things I like about you, Kit-Kat: you have the quirkiest sense of humor.”

Kitty squeezed Bobby’s hand in response, letting a short, comfortable silence wash over them. As they recovered from their activities, they began recomposing themselves for the rest of the evening. Inwardly, they both wished to remain in a state of undress, but they feared potential temptation and potential discovery.

Half-watching her dress herself, Bobby could tell Kitty had something on her mind. Once she was fully-clothed again, he voiced his concerns: “Penny for your thoughts.”

She looked up at him and smiled softly. “About just now… it was a lot of fun, even though we didn’t get to, um, y’know.” Bobby nodded, patiently waiting for the other shoe to drop. “It’s gotten me thinking… maybe we oughta wait awhile before we actually have sex again.”

“Don’t want our relationship to be based solely on sex?”

Kitty licked her lips. “Yeah, that’s about the size of it.”

Bobby half-smiled; he’d been thinking the same thing. “I’m okay with that, honest. Let’s see where things take us.”

Kitty Pryde beamed at Bobby Drake, her new boyfriend. The optimism suggested by that term palpably permeated every nerve in her body. “Mind if I hang out here till dinner?”

Bobby Drake smiled back at his new girlfriend, Kitty Pryde. The optimism of this new relationship – especially after all the turmoil both of them had endured over the last few months – felt like a welcome change of pace. “I’d be delighted,” he told her.

And they did just that.


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A/N: Well, I think that about does it for this story. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it, and I hope to drop another fun fanfic on everyone in the near future. I MIGHT write an epilogue featuring a steamy sex scene between the couple, which I will add to this fic if/when I write it.